#would you guys still follow me if i started wizard posting be honest

[bravevolunteer]

VERSE — GLITCHMIKE ( alt. security breach-based verse )

As the Glitchtrap AI develops, its memories are fueled by the pieces of William and remnant combined with the code. The memories of the Afton family are some of the strongest, enough for all the pieces of it surrounding Michael to eventually splinter off into a separate entity that slowly grows in strength alongside Glitchtrap. His development was slower, as there was no one explicitly putting him back together the way that Glitchtrap recruited Vanessa, but due to his lingering memory underneath the Pizzaplex, he eventually gained enough power to traverse through the Pizzaplex’s system and appear as an entity within the code. Where William’s memory is a virus, Michael’s is a firewall, acting as a security system against him the best he can ( though neither of them can fully stop the other ).

Glitchmike manifests as a shadowy, hooded figure wearing a Foxy mask. He cannot speak and primarily shows up through his actions, though sometimes he can hijack the system to send messages to others through pop-ups or using a computerized voice. In the Princess Quest arcade games, due to Gregory’s influence, he manifests as a wizard.

[sallowtheories]

Where is the Sallow family from?

This was a question that came up, while I was learning about Sebastian and his name, and while I was researching his parents. And though I may not have a definitive answer to where Sebastian and used to live with their parents, I have several theories as to where the Sallow family could be from. To do this, I once again returned to the surname Sallow. As we all know as per my last post: What does Sebastian's name mean?, Sallow is a type of willow tree. As many of you may know, surnames came about for many different reasons. Harry Potter’s surname comes from the Potter family, who can trace their male line all the way back to Linfred of Stinchcombe. The surname Potter came about, due his nickname, “The Potterer”, that came about due to his potion making skills.

Surnames can also come about, due to were people live, and in the case of Sallow, that seemed to be what was happening:

With that information in mind, I went on the hunt. Knowing that Sebastian’s surname is Sallow, a speficinc type of willow, I started looking for what could be willow trees around the map of Hogwarts Legacy. And interestingly, I found a few places that could have been the original spot for the Sallow family, long before Sebastian’s time. The theorized places are as followed:

Somewhere close to North Bog Ford or South Sea Bog

Cragcroft

Feldcroft

Somewhere close to North Bog Ford or South Bog Sea

You may be asking yourself; “why the North Bug Ford or South Bog Sea?”, which is an understandable question, because they are, well, bugs. And when you travel around these two places, there doesn’t seem to be many places the wizard kind could live. The air is thick and hard to look through, and has this green, yellow, grayish color… wait… it’s that also what sallow means? This sickly color that is everywhere in the bogs? To be honest, that was the first place I thought of when I first learned what Sallow means. Could people living in these bug areas, where the sun have a hard time coming through the thick sickly colored fog, have skin that looks sallow? Maybe, but that would not a very nice thing name your family after. No, I think there’s another reason, which is tied to the bug areas.

Willow trees are known for growing in specific areas, and according to Tree For Life, willow trees likes to growing in;

So a bog area would make sense. That’s why we often see willow trees around bog areas, and why some (at least me), find that bogs and willows go hand in hand. And I’m no Nevil Longbottom (and will never claim to be. I just use Google for this), but the trees in bug areas look quite a lot like willow trees.

North Bog Ford:

South Sea Bog:

These places are FILLED with what my untrained eye can only guess to be willow trees. Although the South Bog seems to have lost a few compared to the North Bog…

Could it be possible, that the founders of the Sallow family, used to live in one of the bog areas, and were known for living close to willow trees? Could they have been healers, that knew of the healing properties willow has, and took on the name Sallow, as for the trees they used in their trade? Not impossible, but still not a full yes.

Cragcroft

I’ve had a suspicion that the Sallow family could have hailed from Cragcroft for one specific reason, and I think many of you may have guessed it already - The Giant Shade.

Now, there’s not much to go off in Cragcroft, other than the fact that there is a much beloved tree called the Giant Shade. The field guide has this to say about the tree:

It says nothing about what kind of tree it is, nor how old it is, so why have I decided to mention it? Well, because to my untrained eye, it looks like a willow tree. A giant willow tree. And I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve always loved willows for their shade. But alas, this still doesn’t prove anything, but just makes it a possible place of theory.

Feldcroft

I am under the firm believe that there’s a lot more that ties Sebastain and his family to Feldcroft, than just the fact that he lived there with Anne and Solomon, and here are some of the things I’ve noticed. So much that I might actually have to make a part two to this one at one point. Now, there’s a lot, so hold on tight.

Now, let us start with what we know - Sallow means a specific type of willow. But as you may notice when in Feldcroft is a distinct lack of willow trees. But there are two trees that are quite different from the others. The tree by Morganach Manor, and one right opposite the ruins of the manor, right behind the home of Solomon.

And is it just me, or do they look like willow trees?

Now, it is here that it gets very interesting, and you will have to hold on for dear life.

If you go to the tree behind Solomon’s house, you’ll find that hippogriffs are nesting in the area. But what else you might notice, is that they are nesting in the old ruins of what looks like the base of an old stone house. A stone house, with an area almost the same size as Morganach manor, with what looks like a willow tree growing in the middle of it.

There’s ruins all over the world of Hogwarts Legacy, so what should make this different from these others? Well, I couldn’t find anything specific in the ruins other than the tree, that could be tied to the Sallow family, but it is always fun to speculate. And if this tree and house is tied to the Sallow family, than their family story would go much further back than the Morganachs - or at least what we know of the Morganachs and Sallows in Feldcroft. Yes, I said the Morganachs and the Sallows. Because just like the Potters, the Dumbledores, the Peverells all lived in Godric’s Hallow and found themselves connected throughout the story, I believe that the Morganachs and the Sallows are connected. But that’s a theory for another day. All I can say is that it involves the ruins right behind Morganach Manor and what I believe is the ruins of what could be considered Sallow Manor, the Feldcroft catacombs and two famous wizards and a famous witch from wizarding history.

[wetcatspellcaster]

Hey if you’re still doing the writing asks!

🌷🍀🍉☁️🌸✨🦩

hello anon, thank you for sending all of these through :)

🌷 writing achievement you want to brag about

guys, you're killing me?! making me talk about myself positively for a THIRD TIME IN A ROW?! my therapist would hand you a medal.

have people read Stiched Into Your Sleeve by the lovely timeknife, aka @violacae??? did you know someone shipped my silly little wizard with Astarion enough to also get mentally ill about it??? did you know that in this fic, Rosalie gets a tailored shirt embroidered with foxgloves?!!! did you know that in this version of Act 3, they're actually HAPPY??? :'))))

(anyway, I am both very thankful for this fic, and the friendship that followed!)

🍀 character you would kill off if they were not vital to the plot

...I tend to kill off the characters I want to kill off, I'm efficient like that. but I do not care for the Emperor, and I think the ending of that plotline is not executed particularly well, so I wouldn't miss him x

🍉 favourite wip

...I have a Rosalie/Astarion WIP that I will eventually probably post to AO3, but for now I'm keeping it in my gdocs and it's only for me, which makes it a lot of fun to write just bc I'm not thinking about an audience for it atm (this makes me sound ungrateful for having an audience, I'm really so thankful for everyone who reads my work, but I'm also getting stressed about posting schedules in the midst of life changes, so the fact that I have something I can dip in and out of without any time pressure is a breath of fresh air).

(also it is canon divergent which means it doesn't have act 3 and any fic without act 3 is my favourite rn)

☁️ wip you want to write but haven't started yet

this is every single original fiction project I've ever had to be honest. but I just had a plotting breakthrough on my princess/dragon bard story that made a lot of character motivations clearer, so I'm now getting the urge to write it quite badly :')

🌸 wip you've been working on the longest

I guess its An Honest Lie, given that I've finished everything else.

✨ newest wip

I have a very silly fluff one-shot based on a tumblr ask I got a few weeks ago about everyone in my little echo chamber finding Rosalie to be hot shit. I think I'll probably post it when Act 3 gets bad again.

🦩 wip you hate working on but are too far gone to turn back

hmmm. I feel a lot more positive about An Honest Lie than I used to bc I can now see its merits and I also found the unique things I want it to say, but I still maintain I started it for the wrong reasons and it kind of shows :/ I don't *hate* it though!! I just hate act 3!!!

☀️ summertime writers' asks! ☀️

[swtki]

Anonymous said:

Heyy! Can you do a Cedricxfem!reader smut? Where the reader get stood up at the Yule ball and Cedric heart breaks since he has been in love with the reader for quite some time. And then they do the nasty you know thank you

A/N: Okay so basically...I am a stupid fucking Cedric simp,,,,and since I got home today, and my course work is fairly light for this week (no promises) my requests are open and I will try to get as much out as I can this week before my birthday! Jan 24th and you will get an about me post. ALSO, thanks for 700 (now 710 no brag) followers! I love you guys! Ok onto the fic!.

moodboard

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+ CONTENT, SAPPY CEDRIC, BAD WORDS OH GOD OH FUCK

(Y/N) stood in front of her full length mirror in her dormitory room, admiring the fabric hugging her hips. Very rarely did she ever get to see herself like this, never mind other people. Her hand reached up to move a stray strand of hair back into place, a minor detail that although she doubt mattered, she could not refrain from. It was the night of the Yule ball, a night that the girls in her year wanted perfection more than ever, (Y/n) not excluded. 

It would not be unheard of, however it would be rather embarrassing to show up un-courted. Nobody to dance with, nobody to share a moment in the moonlight with. That’s why when Miles Dane asked her to the ball, she did not hesitate to say yes. 

To be quite honest, the two seventh years had never really talked. Though, they did have potions together. Surely, she would get to know him while sharing a dance, and she had to admit that he was quite charming and handsome. A tall Ravenclaw boy, lankly in the most perfect way, his skin a medium tone that glowed in the sunlight, so the carriages weren’t out of the question either. 

The clock on the wall read six fifty, there was no sign of Miles, only (Y/N) and her twiddling thumbs. She wanted to scream, to cry, to hurt him even, but above all, she wanted to believe he was coming. Everything was going to be perfect. It should all be perfect.

Inside the hall, Cedric Diggory, the Golden Boy of Hogwarts, was pretending to be interested. The mundane conversation between Cho, his date who he now was sure didn’t even remember who she came with, and another seventh year girl droned on. Despite the banging of the loud music into his ear, Cedrics head was silent. Bored. Without saying anything, he slipped away from the table, creeping into the corridor for a breath of fresh air. 

The cold December air hit Cedrics face with a refreshing feeling, the pressures of being a Tri-Wizard champion melted off of his shoulders. Though, he didn’t like to admit it, he sometimes questioned if this path was right for him. Would it have been better if he had stayed put, never scratched his name upon the parchment? He knew that he couldn’t change the past, no matter how much he wanted to. Cedrics tall, lean body slumped against the stone wall. All was quiet around him, a welcomed environment. Then, he heard the faintest gasp, causing the hairs on his neck to stand up.

“Fuck,” (Y/N) sighed out, wiping the small bead of sorrow that had escaped from her eye. She knew Miles was not coming. A dark figure leaning over her crouched body interrupted her racing mind. Instinctually, she looked up from her knees.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”  Cedric said in a soft voice.

“Nothing..nothing is wrong Diggory.” She avoided eye contact. Cedric and (Y/N) had been friends in years prior, particularly in third year. But as time drew on, their paths separated, effectively making them strangers to one another. He had gone on to be a hearthrob who was wanted by every girl, while she had focused on her studies and the go-to for casual sex.

“You know, we may not have sat together for three years, but don’t you think I can tell when you’re lying?” He squatted on the cement next to her, becoming eye level. “Now, what are you doing out here? You look so gorgeous, I’m sure your bloke in there is missing you.” His hand gestured behind him to the large archway leaking a bright tune. 

“Yeah, thats the thing,” she drew a sharp breath in, tilting her head up, “My bloke never fucking showed up. Look at me, all dressed up and no one to dance with.” Her eyes closed, painting a small smile in an attempt to conceal her pain.

“Oh...I see.” Cedric stood up and offered his hand to the girl below him. “Well, let me fix that for you.” She rolled her eyes, but happily accepted.

Opting to stay where they were, the two swayed in each others arms. The warmth of Cedrics arms comforted the girl, soothing her in a way Cedric had not soothed her in years. 

“Didn’t you come with a date?” she asked, her head on his chest.

“Yeah, shes inside. She lost interest with me I’m afraid.” Cedric made a small chuckle that made her bite her lip. “You know...I’ve heard about your reputation. I’m a little surprised, I thought you would always hate boys. Cooties was it?” He teased, resting his chin on her head.

“Oh fuck off. For the record, I did like boys. I liked you, Cedric. I still do.” He pulled away from her figure slightly, his eyes searching over her face. Then without any hesitation, he collided his lips to hers.

Shocked at first, she froze. But within a second, her hands were cradling his face. The kiss was deep, full of years worth of emotion. His grip tightened on her waist. Time stood still for the pair, it felt like hours before Cedric pulled away.

“Do you want to go to my dorm?” He said, panting. 

“Won’t people notice if you run off?? You’re like a celebrity around here, Ced.” She grinned up at him. Cedrics face took a more serious appearance, but his manor became relaxed.  

“Fuck ‘em.” His large hand grasped hers, leading the way to his dormitory.

(Y/N) sat on the soft mattress, her body stiff and unsure. Cedric fumbled around, locking the door, playing suave. He stood a mere three feet from her, wondering how he got so lucky. 

“Did you want to just chat because...Cedric, I can do far more than chat with you.” She gave him a seductive look, making the boy swallow hard.

“Well I... I mean trust me, the way you look sitting on my bed is amazing, and I’m all for it. But the question is, are you - I mean do you want to? With me?” A rose blush creeped upon the Hufflepuff boys face, making (Y/N) giggle.

“Come here, Ced.” She beckoned him over to her with her finger. He happily obliged, walking over to sit next to her. But before he could sit, she put a hand on his chest, stopping him in his place. “Stand...I want you to stand while I sit. Is it okay if I..?” she gestured to the growing errection inside his trousers. 

“Fuck...please darling.” She bit her lip and started undoing his pants, enjoying the sight before her eyes. She stroked his cock, admiring the way his eyes scrunched up when she ran her thumb over the tip. Smiling, she leaned over and put it in her mouth. His soft moans filled the room as he ran his slender fingers through her soft hair. All of the sudden, he yanked her off, pushing her on her back.

“My turn, love.” Cedrics mouth started leaving sloppy kisses around her mouth, trailing down to her neck while his left hand massaged her tit over her dress. Her elbows pressed into the bed, pushing her up.

“Wait, lets get these off, yeah?” Cedric kissed her, then unzipped her dress, fumbling to strip himself as quickly as he could. Once she was left in just her knickers, he continued where he had left off. He traveled until he got to her covered pussy, looking up at her to see if he could continue. She nodded, her eyes filled with need.

Cedrics left hand pushed apart her legs, letting him get a proper look at how she felt about him. His other hand yanked off her knickers, little did Y/N know how mental simple white cotton undies made Cedric. Without hesitation, his mouth started attacking her sensitive clit. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever felt with her previous fucks, because this pleasure was dedicated with love. Her eyes rolled back into her head, a wanton moan escaping from her throat. This encouraged him to suck on her clit, and then to Y/Ns delight, inserted two fingers. Filthy moans filled the room as her cunt felt so pleasured in a way she had never felt. 

“Fuck thats so fucking...oh my god Ced.” He moved his fingers at a faster speed, attacking her clit simultaneously. Eyes rolling back into her head, a pure groan of pleasure filled Cedrics ears as she bucked her hips, reaching a climax unlike any other. 

Cedric stood, climbed on the bed, then looked at her. 

“Do you want to..keep going or?” He ran his thumb over her lips.

“yes but..I wanna be on top” His heart beat faster, his erection becoming somehow even harder.  He laid down on his bed, allowing her to swing a leg over his hips. Y/N grabbed his member and ran it through her folds, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. Then she sunk her body onto his, both of them in seventh heaven. 

Her hips started rocking against his, making his cock hit all the right parts inside her. Cedric was in love with the sight before him, his eyes looking at her like she was a goddess. Her hand reached down, rubbing her clit, maximizing her pleasure. It wasn't long until her next orgasm washed over her, making Cedric even more eager to put himself to use. When she was back off her high, he  brought her down to him, chest to chest. Thrusting up into her was the best feeling he could have imagined, it went on for minutes, both of them feeling amazing. 

Y/N leaned over into his ear to whisper,

“Please cum inside me, Ced. Please, I want you to use me and leave my body stained with your cum.” Cedric, finding out that now he had a thing for cumming inside her, sped up. His hips clashed with her arse as his climax grew closer and closer. 

Cedrics eyes rolled into his head, his body releasing his cum into hers. His legs shook a bit, he had just had the best orgasm he had ever had. The girl on top of him rolled over, now laying beside him. Both of them sat in silence, trying to catch their breath.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/N”

[theleftovertaco]

The Boys in Lingerie

OK FIRST EVEN VAGUELY SMUTTISH POST 

Basic warnings in order please don’t interact if you don’t want to see this. Use basic judgement. You know if you’re too young to read something

Once again, I try to keep it house, gender, and year neutral so anyone can fill in the blanks where they wish, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals alike

We have standard lineup- Fred, George, Draco, Neville, Harry, Ron, Oliver, Cedric, and now Charlie and Blaise have been added!

ON TO THE FEMBOYS IN LINGERIE

Fred

You and Fred had messed around before with kinks and lingerie

He always liked how it looked on you, how the lace hugged you perfectly

Freddie is a very forthright person, if he wants to try something he will tell you in advance, and so he talks to you about him wearing some

You agree immediately and the two of you find a magazine to order some because there is no shop that sells that in Hogsmeade, unfortunately

He finds a pair of pink panties and chooses those because of course he does and when the box arrives (he has to avoid George’s questions about what's in the box) 

He puts them on and then sends you a notes asking you to come to his room while no one else is there

And when you find him

“Baby boy, you look amazing.” He smirks and spins in a circle before leaping on the bed, you following close after

George

George wandered into a strange shop in muggle London when you and him were exploring during Christmas break

He found a sex shop where they sold a lot of lingerie and before he got yelled at by the shop owner to “get out, you tosser!”

He couldn’t get the lingerie out of his head 

He didn’t think about you wearing it, well maybe a little. No he actually thought more about the cloth on his own body

So about a couple weeks after seeing those and getting back to school he plucked up the courage to ask you (he was a Gryffindor, dammit, he shouldn’t be scared)

“How would you feel if I... wanted to wear panties?” “Sure, love, sounds good if that’s what you want.” “Wait, that’s it?” “Yea.” “Ok good, cause I kinda already ordered them.” 

He darts into the restroom to put them on and then comes out to show you and holy fuck

He’s in this pale blue pair of flower lace bikini panties and walks out looking just a little timid and you fucking jump him 

Draco 

Draco saw a pair of Pansy’s underwear during a game of strip poker and while most of the other guys were ogling her, he was thinking about how the silk would feel on him

He buys a pair, but then they just sit at the bottom of his trunk for about a month and a half

Then he wears them once or twice around the common room under his trousers before he even thinks of telling you

He writes you a note during History of Magic (its not like Binns will notice anyways): “Can you come to my dorm after classes today? I want to show you something.”

So you go thinking its gonna be some gift his mum sent again but you enter the dorm and see him in a pair of silk black panties 

“Honey, you look fantastic!”

You may or may not have torn them off of him 

He may or may not have had to buy another 10 pairs

Neville

Neville sees a girl in a thong in one of his dormmates old magazines and he just gets a little spooked

Because his immediate thought isn’t about you in them

It’s about him in them

So he panics

Slowly but surely, as your relationship progresses he gets a little more bold, in general, since you make his confidence skyrocket when you’re around him

So he wears them around during the day and when he pulls you into a empty classroom you’re a little scared about what he’s gonna do because of the timid look on his face

But he pulls down his trousers to show the pastel yellow thong he’s wearing and he slips on his old cat ears

You let out an audible groan

“Kitten, you look beautiful.”

He blushes and looks down in embarrassment just a little

“Nuh-Uh, don’t you dare look embarrassed kitten, come here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Harry

You and Harry had a very honest relationship

He is a rather frank person and is not afraid to tell you want he wants in a relationship, but of course, you know that right out of the gate

Plus after the heels debacle, he knew never to try and hide what he wanted to wear from you

So when he discovers your collection of lingerie, he straight up asks you if he can try them on

“You sure?” “Yes please.” “Yeah ok go ahead, sunshine.”

He grins and snatches his favorite pair, a red set of satin underwear that barely cover anything

“You ready love?” “Of course sunshine, come on out!”

He steps out and you are speechless to say the least

He looks amazing and you pretty much drag him over to sit on your lap while you kiss him

So now he wears panties all the damn time because why not

If he likes it and he’s confident wearing them, you’re all for it

Ron

Ron is still a bit wary about wearing lingerie

He’s been wearing more stereotypically feminine clothes, but wearing panties is a whole other game to him

But you suggested it, and he was willing to try

It takes him a bit to warm up to the idea of lingerie

Ron has you walk him through it, what would be comfortable, what wouldn’t be, and he settles on a pair of black satin ones “They’ll be comfortable, promise!” “If you’re sure...”

You do a trial run where he just kind of lounges around the common room wearing them underneath his normal clothes

By the end of the day he’s hooked on it and you are too

He likes the softness of them

Ron has always felt like he had to be strong, and measure up to his brothers masculinity, but when he’s in the lingerie, he feels like he doesn’t have to conform to that

Anyways yes he likes the panties

Oliver

Oliver saw a pair on you once under your sweatpants when you were cuddling

“Oh, what are these?” “My panties???” “They’re pretty... do they make them for guys?”

Bro was straightforward

So you buy him a pair “I trust your judgement love, buy whatever you want!”

So he ends up with a pair of red silk ones that feel amazing 

He wears them whenever possible

About a week after he starts wearing them, Angelina somehow finds out and the Gryffindor quidditch team dares him to ride on the broom in only his panties

So he tries it... before immediately slipping off and falling on his ass

“Stupid fabric.”

He manages to stay on the second time, and well, now you have a few candid shots of your boyfriend riding a broom in lingerie

Not that you’re complaining

Cedric

I need to stop calling Cedric Pretty boy, but does that mean i will? no

Pretty boy loves you in lingerie

The fabrics are always so pretty

And he has never been shy about this, so he just asks you if he can try on a pair of yours

“Yeah, of course pretty boy go ahead.” he kisses you on the cheek and runs off to find a pair

He puts on a pale yellow satin pair of briefs 

And walks back into your dorm

“Fuck, pretty boy!” “You like it?” “Baby, I adore it!”

Cedric begins wearing them around campus

He likes how his thighs look in them, and soon he starts wearing them under his skirts

If he bends over, you can see it pretty easily, he knows exactly what he’s doing

He tries to rile you up

Fucking tease

Charlie

Charlie is a very muscular person 

It isn’t that he doesn’t like traditionally feminine stuff, he just never thought he had the build for it

It takes a while for him to change his mind, since contrary to popular belief, he is actually pretty insecure

“Don’t you think I’d look strange in them, stocky kid in girls underwear?” “Well, it’s  not just for girls, and no you would not! I happen to think that you would look beautiful!”

He likes that word. Beautiful

People have always described him as handsome, cute, but never beautiful

So he agrees

Maybe it’s something about wizarding Romania that’s more accepting but when the lady at the shop you go to sees that the panties are more fit for Charlie, she winks at the two of you and says to “have fun with those”

So he puts them on and holy shit 

He understands it now

He feels beautiful

Blaise

Blaise likes being pretty lets be real

He doesn’t really give a flying fuck what people think of him

So he jumps on panties real quick

Finds the prettiest pair of emerald panties he can find and he loves them almost immediately

He likes putting on a short skirt and makeup on to top off his whole vibe because why not

Another thing about Blaise is that he is a fucking flirt 

With everyone, not just you

And while you trust that he would never cheat on you or betray you, if he gets a little too flirty with anyone else, all you have to do is creep your hand up to the satin undergarment and give it a little tug to remind him who he belongs to

You, bitch, it’s you

Ok that’s it for now idk what I’m doing next so if you want me to write something please send me an ask. Also I rarely write suggestive/smut fics if you know ways that I can make this better please for the love of god let me know.

This feels like a good time to say that this is the final set of characters. I have 10 right now, and if I keep accepting more people I’ll just end up doing 20 characters every time. I love doing these but I don’t have the time or energy to do every single character, it just would not be good for my mental health. That being said, if you want a specific headcanon of a specific character, please SEND ME AN ASK so I know that you want that directly. I would be more than happy to write it for you.

[jenxwp]

‘A Necessary Evil’ NZ script

Hey guys! We are finally up to the last episode of the Destiny-Quest-Necessary Evil arc, and boy, are we going out with a bang. Until I started reading through this script I didn’t realise how this story must have evolved! There are so many differences, so this post is going to be long.. #sorrynotsorry. 

No, honestly… clear your calendar for the day and grab a coffee because we are going for a ride.. but if you stick with me it will be WELL worth it. 🤯

So first off, a little bit about this script. This one is special to me because it was used on-set in New Zealand and I don’t have many like that. How do I know? The two ring binding on the left is the main give-away along with the fax detailing. The script has seen better days, but considering its 25 years old and been around New Zealand and made its way across the seas to Australia- I think it’s going good!

Who is Russell? Well that’s a mystery I have been trying to work out for many years. I have spoken to people who worked on set and it is still an enigma. 

At the top of each page you can see that the document was faxed from LA through to New Zealand on November 8th 1996. I have covered up the number- not sure if it’s still active, but I don’t know international numbers and better safe than sorry!

Interestingly, the shooting schedule for this episode was from November 26th to December 5th with 8 shooting days allocated. Whether this changed because of Lucy’s accident I am not sure, but these are the dates I have on my season 2 main unit production schedule. With this script, I am not sure if it is a final copy because it is annotated ‘2nd draft’. Scripts will go through many versions before the final, but I would have thought because the writers are in LA, only the final would have gone to NZ. But then again the script is dated November 22nd.. which is weeks AFTER it was faxed. Ok there is some voodoo shit going on here. AND if shooting was to begin on the 26th, SURELY it was finalised by the 22nd… but then again.. *I* am a last minute kinda gal so I can’t really judge.. and... Argh! Help! If anyone has a ‘shooting draft’ for this episode, please give me a shout-out- we can compare!

I have digressed. Alright, first up- the teaser. It is so different to what we end up with on screen:

Interestingly, instead of having the dialogue between Gabrielle and Ephiny regarding the ‘Amazon parades’, we have some friendly banter between Xena and Gabrielle about sleeping in late and sleeping in trees. It’s good light-hearted fun.

In the script, Velasca has a lot more meaty dialogue. Which to be honest, I am glad they reduced. Statements like “gift from the gods… to MAKE A GOD��� is so much more powerful compared to what is written above. That’s my opinion, but it’s so interesting to read what was originally intended. There was also much more emphasis on Xena being injured in this initial battle which is brought up many times in this script.

The next scene after the intro is also so different to what we saw! I am just going to leave this here...

I have mixed feelings about this. I do feel like the conversation with Xena and Gabrielle is forced, and to be honest, what we got on screen was more genuine. Those two can convey more in one look than 5 pages of dialogue.

Moving on.. Callisto and her pet rat in the Labyrinth of the Gods!

Hear me out. I am glad this changed. I am one of those ones that enjoys Hercules. Let me make clear that I don’t like Sorbo… but I grew up watching the action back-2-back and I will still watch it on occasion. Xena is 10000% times better than Hercules, but I just love the entire WORLD that they create- X:WP, H:TLJ, and Young Hercules. So I like the seamless continuity.

This next one is interesting because this replaces the scene where the Amazons ‘offer’ up Ephiny at night time. I do like the original…

Next up is a bit more of an explanation why they are going in a hole to retrieve Callisto.. continuity.. heh 😄

BUT. I don’t like the implication that Gabrielle would leave Xena? I know it was in jest but I really just don’t think given the circumstances they would joke about that. Or am I being overly analytical?

Down into Callisto’s tomb…

I just wish we saw Xena break off a stalagmite… meanwhile we have Gabrielle and a rabbit up top.

(gifs from @aphroditexwp​)

‘Nuff said.

Next up we have a real change from the screen. In the script, Velasca destroys a temple to Demeter, not Artemis.

Artemis makes sense… goddess of the Amazons. Lets stick with the latter shall we?

Now this bit is good. In this script, the manner in which Xena tells the story of Cirra to the villagers and Callisto’s reaction is very different to what we see. Callisto is much more involved.

I would like to have seen how this played out. I greatly admire Hudson’s acting of Callisto because she is such a loose cannon. You never know how it will be portrayed. But that look she gives in the episode- that almost robotic moment; it just makes the scene for me and we would NEVER have got that with this dialogue. So is it greedy of me to want both?

So the scene in the ‘mountain arena’ (as I am going to dub it) isn’t too different, but since Callisto gets blown into pieces I feel it is worth visiting:

Following on from this, we also have SUCH a different campfire scene:

I have reservations about how good a ‘general’ Callisto would have been. I think she was much more impulsive and wouldn’t have sat around discussing tactics. She definitely wouldn’t have discussed things on the same level as Xena. I know these differences are dealt with in the scene but I really just don’t see it. I would love to know what others think of this because maybe I am bias… NOTHING could be beat the campfire scene between Gabrielle and Callisto.

I wasn’t going to include this next snippet because I know this post is already very long but… Chariot!!

Alright. Here we are. The penultimate fight. Buckle up. THIS IS SO DIFFERENT. Lets read:

… so XENA is the one on the rope bridge telling GABRIELLE to cut the ropes! AND SHE DOES! I am just shook.

Okay, final scene back in the Amazon village:

What do you prefer? The Wizard of Oz version or the ‘Less-Wizardy’?

I do really like the imagery of Velasca and Callisto imprisoned like flies in amber, but I am unsure if CGI at the time would have done it justice. The gutteral screams and laughs really get you in the feels in that closing scene. But from what I remember, I think there was intentions to have Velasca resurrected from the lava like Callisto was at some point. At least it was left open and I would have loved her return. Imagine if she came back after the 25-year time jump with no understanding of ANYTHING between Season 2 and Season 6. That would have been fun.

Alrighty guys, if you’re still with me, THANK YOU. Its been an epic one. You deserve a stiff drink.

Until next time xo

[mirkwoodshewolf]

I’ll take care of her; James Potter x baby reader

*Author’s note*

So this fic has been on my Wattpad for years so I figured it was about time that I posted it right up on my tumblr.  Now this request takes place during the Maruaders era so I apologize in advance if this story is either inaccurate or sucks.  Not really any warnings for this except parental death and insane amts. of FLUFF!!!

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It was celebration time for the fellow graduates and the Marauders were no different. For soon in one year time they would be in that exact moment, but for now they were hanging out with some of their friends from the Quidditch team who were fixing to graduate from Hogwarts and give them a Marauder farewell.

The entire Gryffindor quidditch team met at Hogsmeade and pretty much partied it up like there was no tomorrow. Sirius and James decided to have a Fire whiskey drinking contest to see who was the best and of course when those to get together in contests, there was pretty much no stopping them. Remus and Peter were ready with the waste bins for whomever caved first as the two main leaders of the Marauders drank shot after shot until finally Sirius came out on top.

Well past midnight, the Marauders were now steadily (well Sirius and James were more staggering like new born deer while Remus and Peter tried to keep them upright) and as they walked through the empty pathway of Diagon Alley it was then they all heard a faint sound.

"Wait—you—you guys hear that?" slurred James.

"Hear what?" asked Peter as he tried to sit James up right. It was then they all heard the sound again.

"There it is again".

"Yeah I heard it too" stated Remus. James then staggered away and tried his best to sober up and follow the sounds of the faint crying with his friends trailing behind them.

James turned into an alleyway and it was then he saw something squirm from inside a basket that just lie there in the dark alley. James walked towards the basket and slowly unveiled the blanket to reveal a small baby crying and whimpering.

"What in Merlin's Beard....." began Remus.

"Who—who would leave a baby all alone in Diagon Alley at this hour of night?" stated Sirius. James reached down and took the child in his arms and that's when he took notice of a piece of paper falling out of the blankets. Peter took the note and he read it out loud.

"Here's what this says, 'to whomever may find this child this, their parents will already be dead, for we were targets of the Dark Lord and we couldn't have our child be found by him. Please protect her and give her the same amount of love if not more than what we would've given her'". All four boys looked at each other then back to the baby who was starting to cry.

James softly bounced her up and down in his arms which seemed to calm the baby down and she looked up at James and reached up toward him,

"So what do we do?" asked Remus.

"I mean....we could keep her" said Sirius.

"Get real Sirius, how can we ever manage a baby?" snapped Remus.

"What about the orphanage?" suggested Peter.

"Hell no! The only orphanage close enough is in the muggle world, they wouldn't understand her specialness" snapped Sirius.

"Let's talk to my parents" stated James. His friends and fellow Marauders all looked to their leader and Remus began.

"Prongs....."

"Think about it Moony. This girls parents were targeted by the Dark Lord, if we explain that much then we'll go about it from there. All I know is, is that...." James looked down at the little girl who happily cooed up at him. James smiled softly and leaned down towards her and continued, "I can't leave her, maybe they'll allow me to raise her".

"If they allowed me to stay with you Prongs, they sure as hell won't turn away this little cutie" said Sirius as he came up beside his best friend and gently tickled the baby making her laugh.

At the Potter residence, James and his friends all came in and when his parents saw him with a baby at first they thought that he had recklessly gotten Lilly pregnant. But after explaining and showing his parents the note they decided on one thing.

First they would talk to Dumbledore about the child to investigate this news to see if it was actually true or not because this could've been a trap to lure out any unsuspected wizard or witch. A couple of weeks later, it was confirmed that the parents of the child had in fact been taken by the dark wizards the same day the boys found the baby. Seeing the bond that James Potter had already made with the baby, Professor Dumbledore allowed James to take full custody of the baby and raise her as his own.

With the help of his parents and his three best friends, they had built a nursery in the second spare bedroom. Currently both James and Sirius were playing with baby (y/n) as they both agreed on the name. James was holding (y/n) on his lap while Sirius was in his animagus form playfully chasing his tail.

Little (y/n) laughed happily and James smiled down at her and he cooed to her.

"Yeah your godfather is silly? He is silly isn't he?" He kissed his daughter's cheek as Sirius finally caught his tail and looked up at baby (y/n). He tilted his head cutely before releasing his tail and approached (y/n) and sniffed her cheek before giving her a soft doggy kisses. (Y/n) shrieked out playfully which made Sirius jump back and bark happily as he lowered his upper body and raised his tail in the air in a playfully wag.

"Well I can see I'm interrupting something special here" a female voice stated. The two of them turned towards the door to see Lilly standing there.

"Hey Lilly".

"Hello James, Sirius," little (y/n) let out a cry telling Lilly hi and that's when Lilly turned on the maternal instinct as she cooed up and took (y/n) from James. "And hello to you too (y/n). Aww you've gotten so big since I last saw you, didn't you? Ohhh you need to stop growing".

"Tell me about it, pretty soon she'll start crawling then she'll really be on the move" said James. Silence came around through the room and that's when Sirius' voice soon rang out as he was now back to his original form.

"Well my hellos and sincere goodbyes, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern come with me". Sirius stated as he took baby (y/n) from his arms and cooed at her as he walked out of the nursery and down the stairs, "Let's see if we can't come up with a good prank to pull on Moony or maybe even daddy, would you like that?" (Y/n) cooed and Sirius stated, "Yes I bet you would".

James and Lilly looked to each other and she said.

"You've done really well with her".

"You think so?"

"I know so, personally I would've thought you'd screw up by the first day but it's been 2 weeks and she's still happy and even more healthy than when you first found her".

"Yeah, sometimes though I don't think I can do this". James stated solemnly as he sat down on his bed and sighed heavily. "I barely even know how to take care of myself, nor do I know what I want to do once I graduate, how will I support a child at that point". Lilly looked at him and sat down beside him and said to him.

"I'll be honest Potter. Seeing you raise (y/n) this long makes me see full potential in you, and I thank Merlin that it was you and your friends that found her first instead of you know who or his followers that night. If anything that girl is lucky to have a father like you, and I know for certain that any child you have in the future is going to be lucky as well".

"Any children that we have together you mean?" James teased

"We're having a moment here Potter, don't ruin it" Lilly snapped back. James chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around her and said in a serious tone.

"But thanks Lilly, I mean besides the guys and my parents, I don't think I would've lasted this long raising a kid without you. You'll be a great mom someday". Lilly smiled and said.

"I know". The two of them laughed and met each other in a kiss but before anything could go further Sirius came back and proclaimed out loud.

"Baby in the room!" Which stopped Lilly and James from going any further and James proclaimed.

"Bugger off Pads!" Making Sirius smirk then he came in and handed James' daughter back over to him and soon the rest of the day was filled with laughs and playtime with baby (y/n).

[cauliflowercounty]

Meet Me in the Middle Pt. I (Fred Weasley x fem!Reader)

House: Ilvermorny, your choice

Blood Status: You Choose

Warning: A swear :)

A/N: You’re from the US in this fic!

I/H = Ilvermorny house

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“Settle down, students!” Professor McGonagall calls out to the group of 7th years in front of her. She glares over at the twins and Lee who are busy sticking their noses up and imitating her. Once they notice her intense glare, they quiet down, trying to stifle their laughter, still giddy from the start of school energy and being reunited after a long summer apart. 

“This year,” McGonagall begins “we’re initiating a new program in partnership with Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States.”

A chorus of murmurs floods through the group.

“For those interested, we are starting a pen friends program. Because of the success of last year in fostering international relationships with the Triwizard tournament, we thought it would be beneficial for both the student body here at Hogwarts and Ilvermorny’s to participate in this new program,” McGonagall explains to the group. All of the seventh years start to whisper to each other excitedly. Many of them comment on how this hadn’t been a possibility before or how they wonder what the wizarding world is like across the pond.

“You’ll receive one pen friend and if you sign up, I expect you to represent Hogwarts well, and remember this is a commitment. Don’t send the person one letter and then never again or there will be consequences,” McGonagall warns everyone. Despite her severe words, people grin with excitement. Fred Weasley thinks about it to himself as all his classmates clamor with excitement. He’d like to have a pen friend from the U.S., but he’s busy wondering if he’ll have the money to send them letters. He and George hadn’t actually sold many of their products yet and he only had just enough money to send letters to his parents back home and the occasional Honeydukes sweet or Zonko’s product. “Postage to the US must cost a lot since owls can’t go that far,” Fred thinks to himself. Maybe giving up the occasional Hogsmeade indulgence would be worth it.

“Cedric would have loved this,” one Hufflepuff near Fred murmurs and everyone falls silent, knowing what the Hufflepuff just said is absolutely true. Everyone in this year definitely felt Cedric’s absence in their year, but in this moment, the air felt heavy with guilt. McGonagall nods in agreement and sets out a paper for sign ups, adding postage will be paid for by Hogwarts and Ilvermorny. Hogwarts students will also write the first letter. Fred smiles in relief. He won’t have to spend all his savings.

“Oi, Freddie,” George nudges him.  “Are you going to sign up?”

Fred nods and rushes up to the paper that his classmates are crowding around. He takes out one of his quills and scratches his signature onto the parchment with a flourish. Returning to his best friends, Lee looks surprised. 

“I didn’t take you for a pen friend sort of guy, mate,” lee comments.

“What can I say, I’m spontaneous,” Fred replies, sure of himself this was the right choice. Leaving the room with George and Lee, Fred heads to his dorm room to start writing his first letter.

When he arrives in his room, he gets out a piece of parchment and sets up a small workspace on his desk.  Just as he sits down, he stops and starts fiddling with his quill. After a few seconds of hesitation, Fred decided to suck it up and start writing.

Hello,

I’m Fred Weasley. I apologise if this letter is a little awkward. It’s my first time ever writing to someone I don’t know at all. I’m in 7th year and I’m a Gryffindor, which values courage and bravery, if you don’t know.  

I have a twin brother. His name is George. We’re like the school pranksters. We currently are developing a line of sweets that make you sick so you can get out of class and other products that people would want like little objects that go off to cause a diversion, We’re also thinking about fireworks, but our main specialty is sweets. It all shows promise.

Georgie and I have never been academics, we’re more pranksters at heart if I’m honest. We’re quite good at charms and enchantments, though. I’m rubbish at potions, though. I hate to be boring, but what’s your favorite subject? I can’t think of anything other than that to ask you, but maybe in a future letter, we can talk about more interesting topics other than school.

Hope to hear from you,

Fred Weasley

Satisfied with his work, Fred folds his letter up and seals it tightly with a wax seal. The next day, he turns it in to McGonagall, who informs him it will be sent within the week. Walking away from McGonagall, Fred starts wondering who his pen friend is.

~

As the following Tuesday rolls around, an unfamiliar owl swoops into the 7th year Gryffindor boys dorms. Attached to its leg is a neatly closed, pristine envelope with “Fred Weasley” written in unfamiliar handwriting.  It hoots loudly at Fred, who scrambles off his bed, knocking a few prototype sweets onto the floor he was just working on with George. 

“Oi! Watch it, Fred!” George protests, but Fed’s already at the window, trying to pry the letter off the owl’s leg. As Fred gets a better look at the letter, he finds the front has been stamped with a MACUSA red stamp reading “INTERNATIONAL” complete with an eagle beside it. Excited, Fred rips open the letter and sits down on his bed, ignoring George who’s trying to get his attention back on the products. Once he’s comfortable, Fred opens up the letter and starts to read.

Hello, Fred Weasley.

I’m y/n. There’s no reason to be sorry that your letter is a bit awkward. Letters like this are out of my comfort zone as well. If it makes you feel any better, your letter felt perfectly natural.

I’m a 6th year in I/H. It’s honestly the best house of all of them. Thunderbird is for adventurers, Pukwudgie is for healers, Wampus is for warriors, and Horned Serpent is for scholars. Fun Fact: Ilvermorny was actually founded by a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and a No-Maj!  

You and your brother must be quite the dynamic duo. Starting a business is no easy feat, but it sounds amazingly interesting. I can’t believe you two were the first to think of sweets that make you sick to get out of class, but I’m glad you two got to the idea first. Please keep me posted on how your other products are coming along! They all sound amazing!

I also like charms and enchantments. My Charms teacher is really awesome. I honestly can’t decide what my favorite subject is. All of them have their ups and downs.

What’s it like at Hogwarts? I hear it’s a castle, but what’s the inside like?

- y/n y/l/n

George looks over at his brother and notices how widely he’s grinning. George notices the “international” stamp on the envelope and realizes what it is and now he’s no longer mad at Fred for knocking the prototypes on the floor as Fred scrambles to grab some parchment to write back.

~

A two and a half months later, you and Fred have exchanged many letters; you’ve exchanges so many you’ve both forgotten what round you’re on. A week ago, Fred sent along some of his products after you told him about the two Wampus bullies in your year, James and Martin, who enjoy tormenting you about your looks, smarts, and everything else under the sun. The package included a box of sparklers and then some sickness-inducing sweets. Alongside the box of charmed sweets, he also sent a box of real chocolates and a note.

The red box with the “W” has the charmed sweets in it! DO NOT EAT UNLESS YOU WANT TO BREAK OUT IN BOILS! The other box has some of my mom’s English toffee for you to try.

Giggling a little from his warning note, you wrote back and thanked him profusely for the gifts and promptly used the sickness sweets on both Wampus lugs, who ran off to the infirmary with large puss-filled growths protruding from their face in embarrassment.  When your dorm mates asked who the real chocolates were from, you feel your heartbeat in your chest as a light blush flushes over your cheeks, thinking of Fred.

Getting out of Potions, you take a walk outside to study as an owl swoops down. You take the letter, recognizing Fred’s handwriting.  

Y/n,

I’m glad the sweets worked. The two of them absolutely deserved it and now we know the boils can last for over 48 hours. That’s valuable information for Georgie and me.

Listen, I don’t want to overstep, but I was wondering if I could know what you look like? We’ve been mailing each other for such a long time and It’s been on my mind. I usually have a face I can put to a name. I’ve enclosed a picture of me in this letter and If you’re comfortable, I was wondering if you’d send one back? No pressure.

F.W.

P.S. The canary creams are a hit!

You look behind the letter and pull out the enclosed picture. You see a tall pale boy with flaming ginger hair. He’s smirking along with someone who looks exactly like him in the background messing with a familiar orange and purple Weasley box. In the picture, Fred has circled the twin in the foreground and labeled it “Fred” and the one in the background “my less handsome brother, George.” You let out a little chuckle. This is exactly what you expected from Fred.

~

A week and a half have passed since Fred sent the letter with the picture in it. With each passing day, Fred worries he’s driven you off with being too forward. He’s considering writing a letter to apologize and beg things can go back to the way it was. he misses writing to you and having to enchant the parchment so it looks scrambles so Umbridge doesn’t read his mail to you about the D.A. and then getting back mail you’ve charmed to look like doodles in a notebook. It was like your own code that you’d both have to undo to read.  

He missed hearing about ilvermorny and your classes. He longed for the day he could hear about the plan you’d set up with Fred’s help for revenge on James and Martin where you’d charm fireworks to go off and chase them around the Ilvermorny grounds until they admitted they were assholes.

George and Lee assured him that he had nothing to worry about, that you probably got busy with school work and will write back soon. Lee also suggested your letter might have gotten lost in the mail, but that thought only made Fred worry. Maybe you had sent a message long ago and you weren’t getting a response because he hadn’t gotten one yet, and maybe he shouldn’t send a letter now because it might pop up once he sends his own letter and he’ll look like an idiot. he can only hope a letter from you is on its way now.

As Fred begins to descend into another pit of worry the next day, an owl comes to land at his side. Fred grabs the letter with fervor, nearly knocking the poor owl off its feet in excitement. The owl hoots angrily in protest at Fred’s sudden movement and flies away after pouting and ruffling its feathers. He rips the envelope open, almost damaging the letter itself. Taking out his wand, he rushes to a bathroom so no member of the inquisitorial squad or Umbridge herself can see him take the charm off the paper that currently has a drawing of a sloth on it.

Dear Freddie,

I’m sorry for not getting back to you in the last week or so. I had a midterm and I didn’t want to let you down by only sending you a scrap of paper saying I had a test. I hope it went well.

Thanks for sharing that picture with me. You and your brother are very cute together. I didn’t expect your hair to be so bright, but then again, I’m not around many people with red hair. I’ve also sent you a picture of me. It was taken during Care of Magical Creatures. The niffler unit was my favorite. They’re like magical platypuses!

I hope it’s what you expected? I don’t know what to say (haha).

Wow! The Canary Creams are working finally? That’s awesome! Did feathers get everywhere? Who was the poor test subject?

I’m glad everything is working out, Freddie.  

- Y/n

Fred smiles down at the paper from within the stall. You’ve always been supportive of the business. You were almost as excited about it as he and George were. He looks down at the picture you’ve sent along with your letter and his heart skips a little bit. 

You’re smiling at the camera with a niffler in your arms. As the picture moves, you laugh as the niffler squirms and tries to reach for the shiny watch on your wrist. As he observes the picture more, he sees there’s a warm twinkling in your eye. you look so happy. Returning to his dorm room, Fred opens his trunk and tucks the photograph into the corner of his trunk next to some logo designs and a family picture with a pair of horns and a monocle drawn on Percy. He smiles. That’s where that picture will stay.

~

Time has passed, yet you and Fred have kept in touch. Fred’s now living above the shop in Diagon Alley with George after their grand escape from Hogwarts, which you supported him through one hundred percent despite never ever meeting.  

Throughout the months, you’ve both been mailing and you’ve helped him develop new products, acting as a remote filter and outside perspective for the twins, which you enjoyed the process of.  

All the while Fred has supported you through your last year at Ilvermorny since you’re a year younger than he is. Even though he didn’t finish school doesn’t mean he can’t support and help you at all.  

Through your letters, you’ve started calling him “your special Freddie,” making Fred’s heart swoop and swoon as he imagines what your voice sounds like saying it to him.  Time goes on and he’s falling, but Fred doesn’t resist it.  You’ve always been there for him and he knows he’ll be there for you through think and thin.  As he realizes he’s in love, he starts to worry that you won’t return his feelings, but even if you don’t he still wants you in his life.  You make him happy.  It’s as simple as that.

After getting up one morning, Fred heads down to the shop to do inventory downstairs. He notices that it’s darker outside today, even more so today than usual. Both he and Georgie have noticed things have been darkening lately with Voldemort and his followers running around Britain, but today is especially dark.  

Fred hears a knock at the door of the shop. The shop was closed today and most of the regulars knew that this wasn’t a time they’d be open. Cautiously, Fred draws his wand and approaches the door, careful to not step into view in case it wasn’t a welcomed guest. Fred peeks around the corner and notices it’s his father. Wand still drawn, he cautiously approaches the door.

“Which twin said ‘honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?’ at the station before my third year?” Fred asks through the glass at the man he thinks is his father, knowing his dad wants to abide by Ministry guidance about identification.

“Fred did,” Mr. Weasley answers but notices how Fred’s face sinks a bit at his response.  “You did. Sorry, Fred.”

Fred cautiously lets him in, not putting his wand away,

“Fred, Dumbledore is dead,” Mr. Weasley explains.  “Snape was the one who carried it out.”

“That tr-” Fred starts, but Mr. Weasley holds his hand up.

“I know, Fred. I just wanted to come by and tell you before you get it from the Prophet. I also wanted to tell you... We’re not safe anymore. The ministry has most likely been infiltrated or will be infiltrated in the next few days. Keep your guard up. With Dumbledore gone, this fight just got much more difficult,” Arthur explains, sighing deeply and rubbing his face.  “I trust you’ll tell George?”

Fred nods as his dad says goodbye and gives him a “see you soon” before apparating away. Fred locks the door and puts down the shutters with his wand. He rushes up the stairs and scribbles on a piece of parchment his last letter to you before the war, explaining what’s happening, that the mail is probably going to be tracked and opened, that things are getting dangerous. He insists that you shouldn’t write back even if it’s tempting and that he’ll write to you once the war is over.  Fred considers signing it “Love, Fred” because this might be the last time he ever writes to you, but doesn’t; he just writes:

See you on the other side of the war, y/n. Stay safe. 

Yours truly, Fred Weasley

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Read Part 2 Here!

[iwritefanfictionnottragedies]

The One (George Weasley x Reader Oneshot)

George is surprised to see an old friend at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, but if he’s being honest, he never expected that he’d see her again. George Weasley x Reader, and some Neville Longbottom x Reader!

Warnings: Angst, post-war, grief, mention of alcohol. Loosely inspired by The 1 by Taylor Swift. This is my first time posting my writing on tumblr, please feel free to give me advice as I have no idea what I’m doing, truly. :) The story begins under the cut!

"Alright, love." Neville said, "I'm to stop by Gringotts before we head home. Why don't you take the boys for ice cream while I'm there?" You looked down at your sons, who's eyes were now wide with excitement. "ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM!" they shouted. You shot a sideways glare at Neville and groaned a sarcastic "Thanks for that idea, dear..." He laughed before leaning in and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll try to be quick, I promise!" he said, "Best of luck, dearest." He walked towards Gringotts and you turned to begin your journey to the ice cream shop, your two sons following closely behind you like little ducklings.

Of course, you knew that you'd have to walk past the joke shop on your way to get ice cream, and your stomach was in knots. You laughed at yourself for being nervous about walking past a building. You weren't even going inside. Even then, it was just George. Sure, you hadn't spoken in almost 9 years, but seeing an old friend surely wouldn't be a bad way to end the day.

But, I suppose that was the problem. He was certainly more than an old friend, and if you were being honest your stomach was in knots because it's immensely difficult to fall out of love.Of course, that's not to say that you weren't in love with Neville. He was incredibly kind and loving, and he was a wonderful father to Alex and Ben. You put each other back together after the war. He made you feel whole. You could not wait to marry him. Neville was your last love.

Yet there are many different kinds of love, you see, and some loves never end. So here, stopped in front of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, your heart was beating out of your chest because you knew that your first love was likely right behind that door.

You felt Alex tug on your sleeve, which snapped you out of your little daydream. "Yes, little guy?" you smiled down at him. He pointed towards the red door only feet away, "Mummy, Ben went inside the joke store. Are we still getting ice cream?" Your heart sank. You couldn't run from George any longer.

Entering the shop, your eyes darted around excitedly. Despite being overwhelmed by a million emotions, you still could not resist feeling like a "kid in a candy store". You wanted nothing more than to grab a basket and fill it to the brim with fun gadgets, but Ben was still missing.

You wander the store a bit, and eventually find your son sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. Also sitting on the floor was George, excitedly chatting with Ben about Peruvian Darkness Powder. "Can you show me, Mr. Weasley?" You smile, and approach them from behind. You gently interrupt, "Pardon me Mr. Weasley, I believe you have something of mine." Still facing your son, he says "Do I?" You laugh and say "Yes, one of my children."

George chuckles as he stands up, dusting off his suit. When he turns to face you his eyes grow wide. He says your name in a whisper. "Georgie." You reply with a smile. You want to run into his arms, but you extend your hand instead. He shakes your hand firmly, his touch lingering a bit longer than friendly handshakes do. In his eyes, never leaving yours, you can't be sure if you see joy or sadness. Perhaps, you think, its nostalgia.

"Ben, go take a look around." You say as you hand your son 5 Galleons. He smiles brightly at you and then darts down the aisle, shouting "Thanks mum!" as he goes. "Alex, stay with your brother and don't let him buy something that will damage anything, house nor human." Your younger son nods and follows after his brother. "Where's the fun in that?" George snickers. You playfully nudge him with your elbow, laughing with him. He smiles, yet he watches you intently, as if he's concerned that you'll disappear if he takes his eyes off of you."

I see the shop is doing well." You say, looking around at the walls of jokes and candies. He nods, "I'm quite proud of it, honestly. Mum refers to it as "her grandbaby" seeing as it's the only thing I talk about." You let out a laugh, and he grins at you. A short silence fell between the two of you, so you look over at your sons. They were running from a Time To Go (a shouting alarm clock on wheels) which they'd set loose on the floor of the shop, their contagious giggles filling the air. You smile, your heart feeling warm as you watch your little boys play. However, you feel George's eyes on you."

You're a mum." George said. You nodded simply and smiles flashed across both of your faces. "Alex is five years old," you said, "and Ben is eight." You looked into George's eyes and it was obvious that his mind was processing, though he remained completely still as he gazed at you. "They look like very fun little ones." He noted. He took a few steps towards a bench and motioned towards it, offering you a seat. You sat down, still facing the boys, and he joined you. The conversation was pleasant, but you had a million burning questions that you knew you shouldn't ask. As it turns out, he was facing the same dilemma.

The tension was palpable, and just as you were about to speak George spat out "How is their father?" You smiled and quietly said, "He's really well. We're really well. It's Neville, actually. I'm not quite sure whether or not word got around about us." You looked down, uncomfortably shifting around on the bench. "Yeh, I'd heard rumors about you two." George said, "I didn't believe them though." You looked at him and tilted your head curiously before asking "Why wouldn't you?" George let out a humorless laugh as he ran a hand through his ginger hair. "I just found it hard to believe," he sighed. It was obvious that there was more that he wanted to say."

George, please." You said, your eyebrows knit together in frustration. "Tell my why you found it so hard to believe." He shifted to face you, taking your hand in his. Your heart was pounding, but you locked eyes with him. "Do you remember the last time that we saw one another?" he asked. The memories flooded your mind, but you were unsurprised, as they frequently came to you in waves over the years. This time though, your hand was in his, and a tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded at him. "Why then," he said, "would I find it easy to believe that you would run away with Neville and not speak to me for nine years?"

You swallowed nervously. You couldn't be sure if the nerves were due to having to confront your past, or if they were due to his hand still wrapped around yours, his thumb gently rubbing circles on yours and making you feel like a teenager. Either way, he was waiting on you to speak. You looked down at your feet again. "Everyone copes with their trauma differently, George." you said, "After the Battle of Hogwarts some people cried, some people screamed, some people threw things, some people shut down emotionally completely. After seeing Tonks' body in the Great Hall, I started screaming. I didn't think I'd ever be able to stop. When I finally did stop, I just... collapsed."

You wiped away the tears that had creeped their way down your cheeks. George was no longer looking at you, his gaze was on the ground as well. "Neville saw me hit the floor." You said, "He picked me up, sat against the wall, and let me sleep there with my head in his lap. When I woke up, he asked me if I had anywhere to go. I hardly knew the man, honestly, so I was surprised that he asked. He offered to let me stay with him and his Nan, but I told him that I'd stay at a hotel for a few days. I asked him if he would stay there with me... and we haven't spent a single night apart since. I wanted to send you an owl, but I didn't know what I was supposed to say. Not after leaving things with you the way that I did. Then, only 5 weeks after the battle, I found out that I was pregnant. Neville and I were strangers, then lovers, then parents. That's when I knew that my life would be very clearly divided in two: my life before the war, and my life after the war. I had to try to leave you in the before because I didn't want to complicate the after  that seemed to be falling into place. I'm so sorry, George."

George sighed heavily, which led into a long silence. There was only the sound of your sons playing idly across the shop. Sitting shoulder-to-shoulder next to him, he was so close to you but he'd never felt so far away. You were waiting for him to say something, anything really. Finally, he turned his head, looking into your eyes intently, and said "I'm sorry too. The memories of that night have played over and over again in my mind for the last nine years, and I always wondered how you could have possibly chosen to leave the whole thing open-ended. It was selfish of me not to consider that you had legitimate reasons." You looped your arm through his and leaned your head on his shoulder, which took him by surprise. "It was quite a night, wasn't it Georgie?" you said with a sigh. Silently, the two of you remembered the night before everything changed.

Nine Years Ago-----The sunset had long ago faded into inky blue darkness, and as you and George walked the empty cobblestone streets of a nameless muggle city, you were thankful for a moment of calm before the impending storm. You walked arm in arm, passing a flask of firewhiskey back and forth. George took a sip, and as he handed it back to you he asked, "So, my dearest, what do you plan to do after this is all over?" You smiled and took a sip, thinking before telling him "This, I suppose!" He laughed and asked you, "What do you mean this?" You stopped walking, handing the flask back to him. "I mean bothering you." you smiled, "Going anywhere you go. Having my nose in your business. Making each other better people. Best friend shit." He nodded his head. "Best friend shit." he repeats, smirking at you. You were a sucker for that smirk, just as you had been since you were children. 

He took a final sip of firewhiskey and tucked the flask into his pocket. "Do you believe in magic?" he asked. You laughed loudly and said, "Well love I'd say I do. I would hope you do too. If you don't, I've got some wild news for you about that stick you've been carrying around since you were twelve." He pushed you away playfully, ruffling your hair. "Not that kind of magic, you doorknob." he says, "What I mean to say is, we should go make a wish." He raised his arm and pointed in the direction of the a beautiful fountain just a short walk away. "Race you there, babes." you said, and with a wink you were already running.

George arrived at the fountain a few seconds before you did, so you punched him in the arm. "You only won because your legs are practically longer than my entire body." George smiled brightly, but his smile dropped when his eyes met yours. "Okay, so it's obvious that we believe in magic." he said, "What about soulmates?" You carefully considered your answer. "I don't believe in soulmates," you said, "but I do believe in the one." George looked at you quizzically, your answer not being the one that he expected. "What does that mean?" he asked. You smiled and said, "I believe that every person that you fall in love with is your soulmate. It's meant to happen, and it's significant in it's own way. Then, one day you fall in love with a person that... they're the last person you'll ever love, you know? That's what makes them the one."

George nodded and with a subtly shaky voice he said, "That's fair." He looked down quickly and grabbed your hand, pressing a single knut into your palm. You smiled up at him and said, "So, we just throw it in and make a wish, right? I'm gonna wish fo-" You were cut off by George's urgent "SHHH SHHH SHHH!" You laughed, but he didn't laugh along with you. Instead he said, "Face away from the fountain, close your eyes, make your wish silently, and then toss the knut over your shoulder and into the fountain." You nodded in understanding. "Really," he said, "the wish has to stay secret, or else it won't come true." You laughed at his seriousness, "I promise, I won't tell you what I'm wishing for."

You leaned the back of your knees against the fountain, and closed your eyes tightly. You thought hard about your wish, repeating the words over and over again in your head. You tossed the coin over your shoulder. When you opened your eyes, George was standing in front of you. As he locked eyes with you, it was clear that he had more to talk about than tossing knuts in fountains. He leaned in close to you, pushing your hair back as he whispered in your ear, "I don't think this is 'best friend shit'. I don't think it has been for a long time, love." His lips tickled your ear and you felt a shiver go down your spine. He was right, of course. You'd been in love with him for longer than you could remember. You did not, however, have any idea that felt the same way about you.

Perhaps it was the firewhiskey, or perhaps it was the feeling of his breath on your skin, but you felt bold. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to yours. He wrapped his arms around your waist and his eyes locked with yours. This moment was the culmination of 12 years of friendship, misadventures, pranks, fights, stolen glances, and hidden desires; your skin tingled everywhere that it touched his. He leaned in, and his lips gently brushed yours. It wasn't enough for you, as you pulled him even closer and deepened the kiss. He pulled away, and you both paused for a moment, staring at one another at very close range. Your hearts were beating so loud that any passerby would've sworn they heard distant drums. "I'll see you in a few days, love." he whispered. With a loud crack, he apparated away.

The next evening began the Battle of Hogwarts, and he would not see you for nine long years.

Present Day ------- Your head was still resting on his shoulder, both of your silently recalling your last moment together before the world fell apart. "We were something, don't you think so?" you asked. George laughed. "Something indeed." he said, "I'm truly embarrassed that it look me that long to kiss you." You blushed at the comment and replied sarcastically, "You're embarrassed?? I was so embarrassed that I avoided you for nine years." He smirked again, that smirk that made you feel like your heart was going to fall out of your feet.

The door to the shop opened, snapping you out of your nostalgic little trance. You heard Alex shout, "Dad! Dad, can I please buy this one?" You saw Neville walk in, and the joy on his face as he approached your sons made you melt. "One second little man," he said as he walked past the boys, "Hey love, Nan just called me and says that dinner is ready earlier than expected. She also wants to talk to us about flowers for the wedding, although I tried to remind her that plants are kind of my thing." He laughed as you stood up to greet him with a kiss. When you separated, he noticed who you were sitting with. His eyes widened and he said, "George! I'm so happy to see you. I would love to catch up with you sometime. I'm a little jealous that the missus beat me to it!"  George smiled weakly and said, "That would be lovely, mate."

"Well my sweet," you said, "We shouldn't keep Nan waiting. Go ahead and take the kids and I'll meet you there, I'm going to say goodbye to Mr. Weasley, here." Neville replied, "Of course! Everyone say goodbye to Mr. Weasley!" Ben and Alex followed him out of the store as they waved and shouted "Goodbye!" to George.

Once they left, the shop was silent. George broke the silence and said to you, "I think that I figured it out." You raised an eyebrow. He nodded and said, "We were soulmates." You nodded in agreement. "Have a good evening George." you said, "I'm glad we could catch up." He smirked that god awful smirk and said, "I'm glad we could too." Hesitantly, you approached him for a hug goodbye. Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around you tightly, whispering "Farewell." before releasing you.

You made your way to the door, and as you put your hand on the doorknob you heard George across the room say, "Hey! What did you wish for?" You turned to look at him and he repeated, "What did you wish for? That night, at the fountain." You smiled at him and replied, "You're right, of course, that we were soulmates. But that night at the fountain, I wished that you would be the one."

With that, she turned and walked out of the door to go and be with the one, her last love, her forever. George, once again, watched the one walk away.

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The Blood You Bleed

‘Her mind drifted back to Natsu. She desperately wished she had been more honest with him, had told him why she had been feeling so awful recently, why she declined his job offer in the first place.' - This story contains subjects that people may find upsetting. Nalu.

Contains Trigger Warnings!

She couldn’t find the strength to stand. She had used every last ounce of her magic power and now she could barely move. She felt helpless, one more blow and that would be it. She was on her knees, hunched over gasping for air. She could feel the dirt and grit embedding itself into the hand holding her up. Her exhausted body was covered in fresh cuts and bruises.

The mage that she had gone up against was proving more formidable than she had first thought. Her free hand was clutching at her stomach that had been causing her some discomfort. What was she going to do? She was at a loss; she was in so much pain and just the thought of going any further was making her feel physically sick. The defeated blonde could only hope that Natsu wasn’t having as much trouble as she was and would soon show his face.

It was early that morning Natsu had approached Lucy about the job request, as flattered as she was, had been quick to decline his offer at first. The young blonde hadn’t been feeling well for a little while now, stomach cramps and headaches, nausea and vomiting. The poor girl was sure that fighting a group of wizards was not going to solve her ailments. But after seeing the deflated look on Natsu’s face and Happy’s relentless taunting about her being too lazy, she decided to tag along. What’s the worst that could happen? She’d have been lying if she said she wasn’t excited about going on a mission with just Natsu and Happy, like old times.

But she couldn’t shake the uneasiness she had felt in her stomach, was this her being irresponsible? Should she be going on such a mission in her state? Probably not, but she also didn’t want to pass up on some quality alone time with her partner – and Happy of course!

It had been a recent development, but, Lucy had finally come to accept the change in her and Natsu’s relationship. They had made massive steps and finally crossed the line from friends to something more. Not that there had ever been a moment where she or Natsu had confessed their love for one another, because they hadn’t. They hadn’t even spoken about it between themselves, it simply happened.

The pair had always been close, but now they had become even closer, intimate even. She had noticed that Natsu had been unwilling to leave her side, whether that be out on missions, at the guild or even in her own apartment. He had become so overprotective and wanted to be with her even more than before.

He didn’t make a point of it in front of others, but he would make sure she knew of his presence, through subtle touches or hand holding. Even how he spoke to her had changed, the way he said her name gave her goose bumps all over her skin. Oh, and that smile. That mesmerising grin, the one that would slowly turn into a knowing smirk every time he caught her staring at him.

And yet, she couldn’t find herself to be angry at the constant bombardment, she relished in it. He had matured, there was no doubt about that. She was so grateful to have him in her life and that’s why she couldn’t find it in herself to truly refuse an offer of just the three of them on a mission.

Not long after arriving at the little village that had posted the mission, Natsu, Lucy and Happy had been ambushed by a group of mages whilst searching for an Inn to stay at. Lucy had recognised them from the job advert they had just accepted. It seemed like a simple job, stop some delinquent mages from terrorising the locals. They had been on countless missions that involved such a menial request. Usually chosen by Natsu to test his strength, however, they never lived up to much. Against the dragon slayer, none of them ever stood a chance.

There were three of them, they had come out of nowhere. Natsu and Lucy had agreed to split up and take on one each, while Happy stayed out of the way, then reconvene when done, and take down the strongest looking one together.

Natsu had managed to defeat one of the mages by himself, without even breaking a sweat. With slight disappointment of how easy the mage had gone down and his typical cockiness brimming out of him, they agreed to change up the plan. Natsu was eager to take down the strongest looking one of the remaining two, dying for a decent fight. Lucy had looked warily at Natsu, unsure of his decision. But to put her at ease, in true Natsu style, he’d given her the biggest shit-eating grin and Lucy decided not to argue. She simply rolled her eyes and chuckled at his playfulness. They split up, ready to end this quickly, get paid and relax for a little while.

Now, on the battlefield, with barely any energy to hold herself up, she was starting to rethink her decision. Maybe she should have waited a few days until she had felt better, more normal. She sighed, really though, who was she kidding? Lucy knew that it was unlikely that she would be feeling better any time soon and if Natsu had found out what was going on, who knows how he would have reacted.

Oh god, if Natsu had found out… If only she hadn’t been such a coward.

But it was too late to dwell on such things now. Here she was, wounded, desperate and in need of rescuing. Pride thoroughly shattered, and yet, she just couldn’t bring herself to care. She just hoped that Natsu was alright, that maybe he would be able to smell her despair? If that were possible…

The opposing mage had made his way over to the fearful spirit wielder and stood before her. He was clad in a black cloak that covered the clothes he wore underneath. It was worn and tattered from the fighting, but still managed to make him look intimidating.

As Lucy looked up at him, grimacing from the sharp pain she felt from moving. She was stunned into silence when looking upon his face. Pure hatred was swirling menacingly in his eyes. He was going to kill. The blonde suddenly felt herself tremble uncontrollably under his gaze. She didn’t want to die, she still had so much she wanted to do, so much to live for.

Her mind drifted back to Natsu. She desperately wished she had been more honest with him, had told him why she had been feeling so awful recently, why she declined his job offer in the first place. The dragon slayer had thought initially it was because she didn’t want to go with him, that he had done something to upset her, but that was so far from the truth.

His distraught face when she turned him down kept plaguing her mind. She felt ashamed of herself for being too scared of the repercussions to tell him the reality of the situation, too worried to face up to the fear of him not accepting what would be a life changing event for the both of them. And now, there was a chance she would never see him again. He had a right to know the truth, it involved him as much as it did her, it was a part of him too.

The dark mage lifted his fist and concentrated his magic into it and snarled at her, “You’ll pay for ever trying to challenge me! Your friend would have put up a better fight than whatever pathetic excuse of wizard you are!” and aimed it towards her head.

Lucy could feel the tears spilling down her aching cheeks, her body quaked in fear, panic settled in her chest and she did the only thing she could. At the top of her breathless lungs, she cried, “NATSU!” for as long as her dry, raw throat would allow. Closing her eyes to shield them from the blinding light of the magic beam that would soon connect with her head. She heard a thunderous bang and then nothing. Complete silence.

After what seemed an age, she grudgingly opened her eyes, she could barely see. Her head was throbbing, hardly able to think. Her body felt foreign, like it didn’t belong to her and her ears were whistling. As she tried to focus on what was in front of her she noticed the mage she was fighting was nowhere to be seen.

She could make out a dark figure kneeling beside her, but she was struggling to concentrate. Lucy opened and closed her eyes to try and clear them, she squinted until she recognised that the dark figure had pink spiky hair and pure relief washed over her.

She couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but she could hear his voice, she could see the outline of his mouth moving. “Lucy? Lucy, please can you hear me? I need you to wake up. Come on Luce, answer me!” He sounded frantic, had something gone wrong? Where was the other mage? Had something happened to Natsu? And with that worrying thought Lucy jolted her herself upright; rippling pain oozed through her very being.

With a loud groan from her lips, she turned her head slightly towards Natsu. He had such a panicked expression on his face. His hair had fallen into his eyes, but still wild as ever, his clothes were torn, and his exposed skin was also covered in small cuts and bruises. Although not nearly as much as her, it looked like he’d had a hard time too.

“Natsu…? What happened? I don’t remember you being here” She whispered, observing his facial expression. Natsu, with a look of relief, tilted his head curiously at her question, as if the answer was obvious, “I heard you scream. I had just managed to take down the guy I was fighting, so I followed my nose to find you.” He paused to take a breath and look around him to make sure they were alone, remaining on guard, “I saw that bastard about to strike you so I ran as fast as I could to get you out of the way.” With a slight smirk, he continued, “I managed to negate his attack, but it caused a massive explosion and destroyed everything around us. I held on to you, but we all went flying and ended up crashing into some nearby trees.” His face turned into a scowl, “Who knows where that asshole ended up?” He almost spat the last sentence. Lucy felt herself relax a little, thank god it’s over!

“You look pretty beat up Luce, can you move?” Natsu asked. As Lucy attempted to move her body froze, not because of how stiff she was, but right there, behind where Natsu was kneeling, she saw a blinding white light heading straight for them.

Without hesitation, she shoved Natsu out of the way, not giving him time to react before the light struck her straight in the stomach. It lifted her off the ground with tremendous force, and threw her back against some rubble from the earlier explosion. As her body connected with the rocks, she gave out an ear-piercing cry and clenched her stomach with her hands, stooped over slightly and panting, the air had been knocked right out of her. It was unbearable, her head wouldn’t stop spinning. She felt so nauseous, mind unable to concentrate on anything but the sheer agony pulsating through her body.

Natsu saw the entire thing unfold before him as he was forced to the ground. He saw the beam of light strike Lucy and just like that time with future Rogue, he was too slow to stop it. Shock turned to anger as it boiled beneath his skin. He snapped his head towards the now injured mage. The fire breather could only see red as he used his ‘Fire Dragon Roar’ to finally put an end to that piece of shit. He watched as the guy shouted out when the burning hot flames licked at his skin before falling to the floor. With the anger still bubbling, Natsu couldn’t bring himself to care whether the man had survived the attack or not, Lucy needed him. He could hear her strained sobs in the distance, and so he turned and bolted straight for her.

He caught sight of her distressed body and fell to his knees, eyes wide and mouth agape, he reached out for her, “Luce! Please talk to me, Lucy?” He was frantic, anguish evident in his voice, unsure of how to help her, but knew he had to do something.

She didn’t respond, her body unable. She retched, crying out as her insides felt like they were going to explode from the motion of leaning forwards. She dragged her legs up to her chest to try and ease the intense cramps coming from her lower stomach. Her desperate attempt was in vain, it hadn’t helped in the slightest.

Natsu held her in his arms and stroked her head and cheeks with his warm hands, trying to calm her, to comfort her in some way. Not knowing what else to do, he whispered reassuring words into her ear, telling her that she was going to be okay, that he was going to stay with her until the pain subsided and they could leave. He tried his best to remain calm for her sake, but on the inside, it felt like a volcano was about to erupt. Where was Wendy when you needed her?

Happy appeared out of nowhere and gasped at what he saw. Natsu turned and saw his little blue Exceed hovering in the air. In all the commotion, Natsu had forgotten that Happy had been hiding, too occupied with Lucy, it had all become a bit blurry.

Happy came over and sat beside Natsu, “Lucy, are you okay? I’ve been looking everywhere for you guys.” He started, voice quivering and full of worry, he put his paw on her thigh and looked up at his friend’s face, “Why is she in so much pain Natsu?” Natsu looked back at Lucy, who’s breathing had become heavy and laboured and her face was now covered in sweat. “She was struck by the mage she was fighting trying to protect me.” He said gravely, feeling that this had been his fault.

Lucy, without warning, let out another ear-splitting cry and started shuddering violently in Natsu’s arms. What the hell was going on? “Lucy, what’s wrong? Is it your stomach? Is that what’s hurting you?” He asked, frustrated with himself for being so useless. He did a quick scan of her body, trying to see if he could find the cause of her distress.

That’s when he saw it…blood. Blood everywhere pooling in between her legs. What the? Where had that come from? Shocked at what he was witnessing, but knew there was only one way to find out what was happening.

He sat her up gently against the rubble, “Hang on Luce. Happy sit with her, I need to check something.” He stated calmly, whilst moving himself down so he was facing her directly, her shaky, blood stained legs in front of him. His heart had started beating in his ears, anxious to what he might find. Blowing out a puff of smoke to try and steady himself, he slowly pulled up her skirt and ever so softly, opened her legs wide so that he could get a good look, gauging her reaction the entire time as not to hurt her further. She would have freaked in any other situation, but now was the time for maturity and this, he felt, was the only way he could know where the blood was coming from.

When he noticed her blood soaked under wear, he felt the air leave his lungs with such vigour, he almost fell backwards. “Oh, Lucy…” Was all he could muster as he tried to piece things together. She had said she hadn’t been feeling well recently, did that have something to do with this?

There were only a few conclusions he could come to as to why there was so much blood coming from that area. He looked at Happy, who had been trying to comfort Lucy by stroking her arms, and then back up at Lucy’s face, which was still covered in thick sweat and her bangs were sticking to her forehead. He did notice, however, that her breathing had calmed a little since the bleeding had slowed, and she had started to open her eyes.

When Lucy mustered the courage to finally look down at her legs and caught sight of the state she was in, her only reaction was to look straight into Natsu’s eyes and shriek in agony. Although this time it wasn’t just from the physical pain wracking her body, no, this was so much worse. This felt like her heart had been torn from her chest and shattered into millions of pieces. Happy stood back out of the way, unsure, as he watched Natsu quickly dart back up to her to hold her tight against him.

“Natsu…” She finally managed to wrangle out. “I’m so sorry” Her face was so red and blotchy and her voice hoarse, she just couldn’t stop sobbing. Natsu looked at her confused, what was she sorry about?

“It’s alright Luce, you don’t need to apologise for anything, but I do need you to explain what’s going on?” Amazed with how calm he sounded, even though he felt like he was about to burst. “I should have told you before, but I didn’t know how you would take it. I was in such shock myself; I just couldn’t believe it.” The beaten blonde wept. Now this caught him off guard, what could be so awful that he would react badly to it?

He had to know, with a reassuring nod and a small smile he stroked her head, silently encouraging her to carry on. “The baby Natsu, we were going to have a baby.” And that’s when the flood gates opened and didn’t stop, she grabbed hold of his jacket with both fists and wailed into it.

Everything suddenly stopped, with wide eyes he stared at her, breath caught in his throat. A baby? Lucy was carrying a baby. No…wait, that wasn’t right, she had said ‘we’. Lucy was carrying his baby. He couldn’t wrap his head around it; how did this happen? Obviously, he knew how it had happened, but why hadn’t she told him? He would never have asked her to come on a mission like this if he’d known. He would never have put her in such danger had he been aware that she was pregnant, with his child.

He realised that he had been silent for a bit too long and held Lucy close to his chest to try and comfort her. “Why didn’t you tell me Luce?” His voice breaking, barely able to get the words out, unsure if he really wanted to know the answer. She looked up from his jacket and deep into his worried eyes, “I-I was scared, afraid I’d have to go it alone.” Her words soft like a whisper but full of sadness and regret.

He put his forehead to hers and held her cheeks in his hands, he took a minute to collect his thoughts before responding, “Lucy, don’t ever think you would have had to do this on your own. I would have been there every step of the way; it takes two if I’m not mistaken. And that’s not just during the fun parts.” He smirked slightly, glad when he felt her nod against him with the beginnings of a smile on her swollen face, even if it was brief and full of hurt.

However, the situation suddenly dawned on him, he looked down at the blood puddled beneath her legs. Lucy was carrying his baby – past tense. He was currently staring at what could have been a brand-new life, a life that he and Lucy had created together during a night of passion and love. He pressed his free hand lightly onto her stomach and caressed it softly, their baby had been growing in there, safe and sound, not moments before.  

An innocent life that had been taken from them so prematurely. He had not known about it just minutes ago and now it felt like his whole world had crashed around him. Tears sprung to his eyes and he did the only thing he felt he could. He brought Lucy’s puffy face up to his and pressed his lips urgently against hers. He kissed her with such raw emotion. He was desperate to convey every single drop of grief into it and was glad when Lucy responded and kissed him back with just as much intensity. He wanted to show her that she wasn’t alone in this. They had both suffered a loss and that they would slowly but surely, as always, get through it together.

I know this was quite dark, but I hope you enjoyed reading it!

[motorcitizens]

ive never seen anywhere to watch motorcity with subs? so i went looking and found transcripts of most of the early mc episodes (available in a reply so tumblr doesnt kill the post) but theyre missing a few towards the end. i decided on my fourth rewatch that id transcribe episode 9! whether youre a hard of hearing fan or just want the reference, here you go! let me know if the initials are annoying, ill edit them out.

-I got you with the slash!

-Nuh-uh!

-You first.

-Why me?

-Cuz you're dead anyway.

-There's nothing down here!

-Philip? S- stop fooling around, man. I- I can hear you down there.

-Aah!

[theme]

-The last time I bought anything from you, it took me a week to fumigate the kitchen!

-Okay, the reshcaps were a mistake, you're right about that. But today, I have something extra special...

D- ...then she says, 'that's why I can't eat the sandwich!'

[all laugh]

C- Wait, wait, I got one. Where does a snowman keep his money? In a snow bank! Eh? Get it? Come on, it's funny!

Th- We're searching for the Vanquisher, king of the realm?

T- Oh. I think they're talking about me.

M- Yeah, I have no idea who you're-

Th- There he is!

Burners- Chuck?!

T- [laughter]

R- Hey! You dare insult Lord Vanquisher? I should take your tongue and feed it to the birds.

T- Uh, you can't do that. I need my tongue.

C- Release him, Darkslayer.

R- ... Fortune smiles upon you today.

M- So, Chuck, you wanna introduce us to your... friends?

C- Guys, allow me to present: Thurman the Magnificent, and Ruby the Darkslayer!

Th: We are knights of the kingdom of Raymanthia.

C- It's called LARPing! [...] Live action role-playing? [...] Okay, I have a life outside of the Burners, you know!

D- Sure doesn't look like it.

T- Oh! I get it! Ahahaha!

Th- My Lord, a situation has arisen. The oracle awaits.

O- As you requested, Sam and Phillip were dispatched on a scouting mission early this morning. But we have not heard from them for many hours.

M- What do you mean you haven't heard from them?

O- I fear, Lord Vanquisher, they have gotten lost on the outskirts of the realm.

T- Texas is confused. Okay, now is this part of your little game or is this real?

D- We're standing behind some dude's van who calls himself the oracle. What do you think?

O- I demand silence!

J- I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm with Texas on this one.

O- Chuck! Make em stop.

C- Wait. Is this part of the game?

Th- No. Sam and Philip are really missing.

M- So, this is for real?

O- We need your help.

C- I vow to find our wayward kinsmen.

C- Guys, this is LARPing!

T- Woah. That's it?

C- Each weekend, teams battle for control of the realm. The rules are simple: First, once you step onto the field of battle, you must remain in character. Second, if you must be vanquished: do so with honor. It's neat, ain't it?!

J- The game's already started?

R- If by 'game' you mean a ferocious battle to the death for the crown of Raymanthia, then yes.

O- But we can't win unless we find our friends.

[at the same time]

C- I say we split up.

M- Let's split up.

M- No disrespect! Chuck- uh, I mean, Lord Chuck. What do you think we should do?

C- Ahem! If we split up, we'll cover more ground!

O/Th/R- As you say, Lord Vanquisher.

C- Okay guys. We'll check the warehouse near the old Renaissance center, you guys check the battlefield.

Th- I dunno where that is. Can somebody else drive?

M- So, King Chuck. How'd you win your crown?

O- It happened many weekends ago... Chuck stood as freedom's last hope against Mad Dog the Conqueror. If he were to fall, darkness would reign for yet another long weekend. Mad Dog summoned his dragon to finish off the Vanquisher once and for all, but fate had different plans. It was totally awesome!

C- Naw, it wasn't... that awesome.

D- Little dudes!

J- Sam! Phillip?

D- Where are you?

Guy- Huzzah!

R- Leave this to me!

Guy- The bards shall sing of this day... the day the Darkslayer fell!

R- Someone shall fall on this day... but it shall not be me.

[fighting noises]

Guy- Aha! Tsk, tsk. You've lost your sword!

T- hyah!

R- What are you doing! I had him right where I wanted him!

Guy- You're not playing by the rules.

T- These are Texas rules! [karate noises] Now. We need you to answer some questions.

D- We're looking for two missing kids, Sam and Phillip. Have you seen them?

Guy- I'd rather die a thousand deaths than help the likes of you.

J- Ahem! Forgive us, my liege, but we are but humble squires in search of our kinsmen. Can you help us?

Guy- I've never been one to refuse a lady, certainly not one as ravishing as you. Saw your kinsmen five hours ago, approaching the Dungeon of Anguish.

D- Neat trick.

Th- We're never gonna find them in time. Then the stupid Bardonians are gonna win, think they're all cool with their fancy mustaches.

C- Hey. Buck up there, camper! People said we'd never win the Battle Royale last Fall, but we did. Our friends are out there, and we'll find em! We just gotta keep-

M- Uh, sorry. Dutch just called. Your friends were seen someplace called the Dungeon Anguish?

Th- It's actually the Dungeon of Anguish.

C- It's, uh. Well, it's actually just in the basement right here.

C- Wah, ah! Get it off me, get it off me!

Th- This isn't part of the game!

M- Yeah, well, neither is this!

R- That was. Incredible!

D- What were those things?

M- Don't know. But I'm betting they have something to do with our missing friends. We have to move. [LARPers kneel] Uh, come on. Get up, guys, we don't have time for this.

O- From this day forth, you shall be known as "Mike, the Smiling Dragon."

Th- You just got a great name. Jealous!

C- For saving my life on the field of battle, I owe you a debt of life.

M- That's... really not necessary.

O- Actually, it's totally necessary. The king of the realm cannot rule while carrying a debt of life.

C- As such, I give the crown to the Smiling Dragon!

M- No. No, Please, look, I can't, I just- I was-

C- Mikey, you gotta!

J- Hey guys, check this out! I've never seen that symbol before.

D- That's really old.

M- Way before my time. Maybe Jacob can help.

Th- What if those... things have Sam and Phillip?

R- Never fear. We have the Smiling Dragon. As long as he's our king, we can't lose. Did you see his moves? They were just so- so-!

M- You okay, buddy? Look, if it's about what happened back there, I'm sorry man. I was just trying to help.

C- It's not that. It's just-

M- Just what?

C- Look, I tripped, okay?

M- Um... If that's some kind of LARPer slang, I have no idea what it means.

C- The story you heard. About how I earned my crown? That's not how it really... went down. It was my first real battle. I'd never held a real lance before. I was still getting my balance when Lord Mad Dog summoned his dragon... I ran forward but... I tripped. The lance fell and hit him by accident! I won my crown with a lie. Hey... it's better that you're king now. I was never fit for the post. I've been king for 48 consecutive weekends, and-

M- 48? Woah, you do play this game a lot.

C- Yeah, but... it took less than an hour of LARPing with you for the others to see me for what I truly am... a follower.

M- Hey, a follower couldn't have led his team to 48 consecutive victories. You can't fake that!

C- Mikey... Look, I appreciate your support but we both know I'm no leader. Not when I'm a Burner and not even when I'm here, playing make believe.

M- Here. Take the pin back.

C- You can't just give it to me! The only way I can get it back is to earn it by saving your life. And let's be honest. That ain't gonna happen.

Th- Never seen that tunnel before. You aren't planning on taking us down there, are you?

R- Well I'm going in!

Th- Do you know how much trouble I'll get in if my mom finds out I went down some crazy dark tunnel looking for killer robots?!

O- He's not joking. His mom is terrifying.

M- They're right. This isn't a game anymore. Texas will stay up here and keep you safe while we go get your friends.

T- What! Wait, why me?

M- Because you're the bravest warrior we've got.

T- Yeah, that's true, but come on! Don't leave me with the nerds!

D- What is this place?

O- Booyah! Mutant wolverine. I win!

Th- I could show you how to use that.

T- Save it. Not interested.

O- Why not? You're really good.

T- You really think so?

Th- Here, watch.

T- Hyah! Huh?

T- Mike, Julie! Incoming! We got trouble!

Th- Come on, I just got this!

O- Your mom is gonna be so mad.

J- This isn't working!

M- I'm open to suggestions!

R- A wizard!

Ja- Applesauce!

J- Jacob?

R- Aww!

Bot- The creator has returned!

M- Uh, Jacob? Care to fill us in?

Ja- It started back when Kane and I were partners- before there even was a Deluxe! I was designing our first ever Utility Bot. Its purpose was to make life in Detroit easier and safer. I equipped it with a new AI that would allow the bot to anticipate human commands, but I was the only one the bot seemed to listen to. But if it were ever to escape the lab, there's no telling the danger it could pose. I begged Kane to shut the program down! I always thought he did.

Bot: It began soon after you left us. Kane retrained us! We were instructed to capture enemies of the public and bring them back to Kane's new creation, an Interrogator. But the humans could not control it. Kane sealed the lab. Our new master told us every human was out to destroy us. As such, every human became our enemy. Disloyalty was severely punished. So we waited, until this door finally opened.

M- Our friends went missing this morning. Have you seen them?

Bot- Of course. We took them per our master's instructions.

J- We need to get them back!

[roar]

Bot- Our master has awoken. If he discovers you here with us, he will destroy us.

M- Get the LARPers out of here!

C- I'm not leaving you guys!

R- Our place is here, with our King!

M- This isn't a game! Get your friends to safety.

C- Let's move!

D- Come on!

J- Look out!

[rubble collapses the door]

T- Mike!

D- Julie!

Both- Jacob!

D- We'll never move this stuff by ourselves!

T- Says who?

Th- What do we do?

C- I know a way to get through there! But I will require your van.

Ja- There used to be another exit!

J- Hey, look at this!

M- The kids have to be in one of those rooms. If we can find a way past that thing we can rescue them and get the heck out of here! Think you can buy us some time?

J- Do you even have to ask? Hey, ugly! Over here!

M- Sam! Phillip! Climb up here!

S- You're the new king of the realm?

M- You bet your butt I am. Lord Smiling Dragon, at your service. Now get up that rope, squire!

T- Okay, I admit. It's pretty cool.

C- But is it possible?

D- Sure. But there's no way the three of us can build it fast enough.

C- What if they helped?

D- I know you don't mean the little lunatics that just tried to kill us!

Bot- We cannot get involved. If our master were to find out-

C- He's not your master! You are in Raymanthia. And in Raymanthia, every man- or... freaky little Utiliton- is free! Free to stand up for yourselves. Free to fight back! And free to live! Our friends are down there, and I swear to you on the steel of my blade that even if I have to slay the beast itself, we! will! bring them back!

[utilitons cheering]

T- hwah! Nah, see, this ain't nerdy. This is a level 25 battle ax, okay? Twenty five. Think about it.

Ja- Maybe there wasn't another exit?

M- Stay here!

M- Way to go, Chuck!

S&P- The Vanquisher!

T- Make way for Texas!

C- The beast is absorbing the blasts!

[mike gets got]

C- Mike!

C- Drive! and when I say stop, stop fast! ...STOP!

M- Ha, oh yeah!

M- For saving my life on the field of battle, I owe you my life. My steel is yours to command, since a king cannot carry... I forget how the rest of it goes, here! All hail King Chuck, the Vanquisher!

R- This was the coolest game ever!

M- ... the game. Your win streak. You guys have to go defend your crown!

Th- We'll never be able to muster an attack in time.

T- What if we help.

M- We're yours to command, Lord Vanquisher.

C- For the glory of the realm!

[all yell]

[deuce-duce]

Am I...?? (Inwardly GASPS)!! Which Part...??

Today is March 2nd 2021 and I got my puter back and went to look at what I had last written on December 16th 2020. When I opened the file, it had been changed… dates had been obscured and certain things had been reworded… So… I have decided to go back through all of my previous posts to ensure the integrity of what I am writing stays that way! During this process I will be putting together a collection of my favorite quotes and post fragments. Which I will dub Rock and Roll’s Greatest Hits, if you live near me go buy airhorns Ill tell you why, When the greatest hits album comes out. What your about to read is primarily from Dec. 16th with a few changes or should I say… restorations?? Probably a little of both to be honest. Everything is still as it happened, I just add better descriptive words and fine tune the analogies so that they are easier to digest… My English teacher always told me that was what I was good at! Along with many others… who have said the same… not only do I understand it… I’m able to explain it in a way that others understand as well. ENJOY

On the seventh of December I woke up not too sure if something had occurred that night or not… as I have mentioned before they use a numbing agent that basically masks the pain until it wears off approximately 12 hours later… When I a woke on this day I was having moments of clarity and for some reason just couldn’t keep them to myself. talking to one of the staff members of the homeless shelter I expressed my destiny that I actually had one, that was going to bring me to greatness… then out of nowhere I just blurted out there is going to be a power shift!!!! And at that very moment I couldn’t believe what it was that had just come out of my mouth. I didn’t even believe it at first because the guy at the desk was like IDK… about… that… but when I went back into my room, the look on my roommate’s face said it all!! It seems as though those who pull strings and orchestrate a lot of this… put all of their eggs into one basket. I don’t know exactly what the terms of thee bet were but I’m assuming it had/has something to do with me not being able to control my compulsivity associated with my dissociation. Unfortunately for them I made a deal with God. It was while I was on quarantine and even though I was in a basement all by myself people kept F$%^&*!> with me. This is when I prayed stating that I would not falter, for my body his temple his craft and his glory. that I need to take care of myself and my destiny, for it is in his hands and I won’t let my selfishness or imperfections stop him from fulfilling his plan. Over and over again I have cried and cried about how fundamental and powerful this is all going to be. EFFIN CRAZY!! And now that I know without anyone telling me and it literally being given to me somehow is what is freaking everybody out. How do I know or how the hell did I figure it out!! I really couldn’t tell you and the only thing that is possible is that our Creator endowed me with such responsibility. Crazy!! (this was before I considered the probability of God being a woman, A mother, A Lover)

Low and behold one of my favorite artists Mr. Kid, Maniac, Rager, Wizard, Pursuer of Happiness Cudi dropped a new album entitled Man on the MOON Three. Ill have to say it’s a wonderfully made album! The album delves deep into who Scott is… I know the Fans are going to love it.

Rewind a little bit sorry for my hiatus just needed to stay focused and well as your aware have been led here not by accident and had some things that I needed to take care of before I started writing again. Not to mention I have been dealing with a lot only to know that I am who I am for a reason Rockstar Knights off MOTM3 has a lot to say concerning who I am and what I have realized as a result to my struggle. The Song is a collab with Trippie Redd and really encapsulates so much, that its hard to describe in words.

I had a very interesting conversation with my mother the other day and came to a pretty profound thought. 1st I was telling her how I was being told that I am too….!!! Smart!! Like WTF!! REALLY!! Is that even a thing?? But I didn’t let it get to me too much as it probably is the reason I face so much adversity, No matter the community I enter into. This is how I have explained it to her and a couple other people in the community as well as the Rasta Man in the PNW. The best analogy I could present is if a plant with a fire burning so big and so hot on one side of the plant, a fire so big and hot that it probably would kill most other plants, but not this plant. This plant had sooooo much drive and will to live that instead of giving up it grew in the opposite direction of the blaze. While the roots could withstand the blazing inferno becoming one with the heat and pain Upon the journey away from the fire (society) the plant developed different characteristics colors and attributes that no other plant had. Essentially that journey completely changed that plants physiology Psychology and possible its genetic makeup altogether. Now that the plant has grown so far from the fire (Society) that its all alone. Now theres a different kind of fire where he once thought was safe. But as he grows back towards the fire to escape the new blaze (tyranny) he realizes he will never be able to be the same as the fire he grew so far away from. Now the only option the plant has with death being imminent is to grow as big and bright as quickly as possible before it is engulfed on all sides.

All this taken into account along with factoring in the two major belief structures in the world one Being Creation or Evolution (The Big BANG) this plant which has defied all odds still shines brightly displaying its colors and unique characteristics no matter how dark the room may be it still continues to bloom! Is this a Divine will and plan or are we experiencing the next step of Evolution??? My honest opinion is its both! For the mere ability to adapt and change and prevail in situations others couldn’t dream of or even have nightmares about is truly remarkable and in my eyes is an act of GOD! Just as any evolutionary step would be. The crazier part is… he has no handle!! Nothing to grab on to leaving no way for anyone to grab hold and control! AYE….

I thought this all might just be me being stubborn or simply an idiot until for some reason I opened up my meme App. Something I never open or even look at and the first thing that popped up was a picture and quote saying that many told Marilyn Monroe that she was only beautiful because of the clothes and dresses she wore. It then concluded Marilyn Monroe did a photoshoot in nothing but a burlap potato sack. The photos and the message she sent were completely opposite of that which was being said by spectators. Now!! As scrolled to the second meme I was expecting something funny!! That wasn’t the case what I saw next was the upcoming alignment of the two largest planets in the solar system Jupiter and Saturn. Not only does their alignment happen only every 20 years but the proximity of this occurrence to the earth as well as the proximity to each other hasn’t been the same for close to 800 years… What does it all mean… IDK but The Christmas Star is what their calling the alignment and if your familiar with the bible is the star that the kings, from other lands followed  to bring gifts to baby JESUS! Who knows what this alignment could usher in.?

So profound thought comes to me on a daily basis now it’s so strange the way that it comes it will just be momentary thoughts that will pass through my conscience and as they go by I latch on to it delve a little deeper and experience an overwhelming amount of… IDK what to call it but it feels very powerful so much so that it brings me to tears… I don’t know exactly what the future holds but I think that is what makes this so great! I just keep my mind open Like apple IOS Systems letting everything come and go as it pleases when something goes by that strikes me, I latch on and don’t let go. Its weird how it all happens.

Steve Jobs once said that if he had never had an acid trip that he would have never of come up with the operating system for Apple and after explaining to you what I do as a spiritual and destiny seeking process I believe was his thought process as well. This in of itself is what I think they mean when they say to keep an open mind. Just so you know I didn’t come up with that little bit about the late Mr. Jobs by plan it just came to me when thinking about how to have, use and keep an open mind.

The reason I explained this to you was because this is how I Pray! After I pray I sit still with an open mind allowing multiple ideas thoughts and perspectives to pass through my brain… until like an IOS operating system, something speaks to me… when I latch on to it, focus on what it means and what it will mean… “I Get Those Goosebumps Everytime” (Goosebumps, Travis Scott, feat. Kendrick Lamar, Birds in the Trap Sing Mcknight, 2016). This is how you know! A little extra for ya, when I went to look up the info for my first Hip Hop citation it was 11:11 lol there they go again… its really a cool feeling!

Can someone tell me if that APA or MLA…?? Ya know what!! Eff IT!! None of my writing is orthodox, besides I kinda like the way I did it haha

Kid Cudi’s new video just dropped and I couldn’t be more amazed with all of the hidden messages that are in there. He is officially the man on the moon. Passion pain and demon slaying like a maniac on the pursuit of happiness. Love that DUDE!!

That’s all I got for 12-16-2020 Five More Days…

LOVE & PEACE

Songs

Heaven On Earth – Kid Cudi

Goosebumps – Travis Scott, feat. Kendrick Lamar

Dirty Heads – Sound Of Change

 Just so you know the only thing I added this time other the cleaning up what I had already written was the praying part. Although I originally remember that being the purpose as to why I wrote what I did looking at it today March 2nd 2021 it wasn’t there… have a great day everyone. Ill post this on 3/3/2021

I've added parts to the story on my business cards and will leave then random places, what you do with them is up to you but I think It would be cool for those who want to stop me to have to work extra hard just like they make me!!  

LOVE

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

I'm sure you've probably already answered this but how did you get your comic to really take off? Was it just consistent posting or luck or something else? What would you recommend aspiring online comic writers do?

What made my comic take off was 

1. Having a reliable fanbase of people who already expected Steven Universe art from me. I already had followers on my main blog who knew I drew SU stuff, and they were already there to reblog my SU related posts, which meant the early comics got a lot more mileage than they otherwise would have.

2. Posting every day for the first uhhhhh 2-3 months of the comic? Reliability is a really good way of building interest and trust in your readership. I posted at a breakneck pace that I would not recommend to ANYONE - it kind of destroyed anything I could call a personal life. But I can’t deny that it did help boost my readership. I don’t want to say you need to post daily. In fact, please don’t do that to yourself. But posting more leads to more chances of people discovering you. 

3. Tagging things properly and making sure the comic was easily found by someone who might be interested in it. That means tagging it things like “Steven Universe” and “Steven Universe AU” and “momswap AU” (a word I had to find because I didn’t realize that’s what these types of AUs were called). Basically, advertizing! I tagged the comic as everything under the sun for the first few months. Just in case.

Also, this one is kinda debatable but I’ll mention it anyway:

4. Having a storyline that is easy to understand even when it’s in its baby-stages!

A lot of young and beginning artists/authors I find struggle with one big thing...

MAKING YOUR STORY READABLE! 

This is difficult. I mean, it’s the most difficult thing in writing. 

I still struggle with it. Published authors struggle with it. 

As authors, we already know our own story. BUT knowing a story and writing a story are different. It’s a matter of organization. 

You can’t just dump everything you want on your readers and hope that they’ll be able to sort it out in chronological or relevant order by themselves. Sure, some really dedicated readers will do that, but most WON’T! 

Your writing HAS to be digestible to the average reader!

A lot of really great stories - really great premises - have really really muddled beginnings. They start in the middle of things, instead of the beginning. They introduce too many characters, or give too many details, or dive into a scene before the reader fully knows the relevance of each participating party. 

Sure, these things are all interesting to YOU because you already know WHY they are interesting. But to a first-time reader, they will be meaningless without the basic building blocks of a story to MAKE it interesting. 

Many people have stories with LoTR levels of worldbuilding, history-crafting and character-building. And they try to cram this into the opening paragraphs (or opening scenes) as if that’s what readers want. 

(And yes, that’s what readers want. But like... there’s a time and place for everything.)

But if I have to drudge through 13 pages of Who-The-Fuck-Is-This-Guy and Why-The-Hell-Is-She-Depressed-And-Why-Do-I-Care and What-Is-The-Great-Event-This-Isnt-Interesting-If-Everything-Is-A-Mystery then I’m putting the book down and walking away.

MAKE. READABLE. CONTENT.

A lot of the greatest hooks are simplest. People like understanding stuff. Concepts that can be explained in one sentence are the key. 

“Evil ring needs to go into Lava, but it’s being delivered by a hilariously unqualified crew.”

“Boy realizes he is a wizard, life is good after all”

...

Basically, I didn’t plan my story to be digestible. I ain’t that smart. 

BUT I got lucky in the fact that it WAS digestible. It was simple. 

The premise was - White Diamond Steven exists. White Pearl watches him sleep. They decide to run away together. Funny shenanigans ensue. 

Literally when this comic started, although I already knew the larger, more dramatic and more complicated plot, I decided to forgo it because I really just wanted to make funny comics about White Pearl pulling stacks of cash out of her gem. 

And that kind of humor and storyline is VERY easy to follow, because it’s very simple and to the point. You don’t even need to know anything about SU to enjoy it. 

Boy needs money? Magical forest cryptid friend procures cash by PROBABLY illegal means. Ba dum TSS!

Anyway, the readability of this got me a lot of people commenting things like “I know nothing about Steven Universe but this is hilarious” and I later got people telling me that they were reading my comic and only THEN going back and watching SU for the first time to catch up on relevant background details. That SHOCKED me, to be honest, but I later realized that the readability of the comic was basically my saving grace all along. 

And now I can preach to you about it, which is hilarious, because I didn’t even mean for it to happen, but here we are!

Anyway. That got outta hand! Sorry.

[judaiteitoreokou]

This is for the OTP prompts. Just do whatever ship(s) you feel like doing the most! Write as many or little as you like, as long as you're enjoying it ^_^

Judai: So mommy @shiroekoyuki is giving me free reign over this OTP prompt thingy (is this even an otp prompt? Lol).

This post might be a bit longer than my usual posts…. lol…. hope you guys will have fun reading my answers for this~☆

I’m going to start with my Tsukipro OTPs

HajiShun

• Who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

I’m going with Shun as the hunter and Hajime as the werewolf. Shun wouldn’t kill Hajime. Hajime with a black purple-ish fur that is so soft to touch. Lol.

• Who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Hajime as the fisherman and Shun as the mermaid. I’m imagining a pretty Shun with silver to pure white scales; he has pearls in his head, ears, wrists and neck; and he’s definitely the prince of the Atlantis and at the same time the resident sea witch (warlock? Magician?). So yeah, Shun can definitely turn himself into a human without any of those “in exchange for legs, you will lose your voice” deal.

• Who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Shun is definitely the witch and Hajime is the familiar.

• Who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

I can’t imagine Shun as a coffee addict since he usually drinks tea so I’m leaning on Shun as the barista and Hajime as the coffee addict.

• Who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Hajime as the serious yet gentle to his students professor and Shun as the mysterious and mischievous TA.

• Who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Shun as the prince who either always laze inside the castle or always go out of the castle to observe the kingdom’s citizens (with Kai always fretting and chasing for the missing prince) and Hajime is the knight who is serious in guarding prince Shun’s life to the point that he’s always there wherever Shun is located.

• Who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

To be honest, I think I’ll find it more interesting if its Shun who is the single parent and Hajime who’s the teacher.

• Who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Shun is the writer while Hajime is his exasperated editor. I bet Shun has two editors and it’s not because Hajime is not a good editor but because if those two are left alone, little to none will be finished. Lol. Btw, Kai will be the other editor. Lol.

ShiTsuba

• Who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Hmmm.. I’m gonna go with Tsubasa as the werewolf who refuses to hurt humans and probably just there in the human territory to chill, and Shiki as the hunter who one day, unexpectedly, met the werewolf Tsubasa. 

Also, I just wanna see a Tsubasa with fangs… wwwwww

• Who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Tsubasa as the beautiful mermaid/merman and Shiki as the fisherman who caught said merman and immediately tossed him back to the water. 

Shiki wanted to eat fish. Edible fish. Merman is not edible (and is very pretty).

• Who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Tsubasa as the stressed-out-for-being-tsukkomi witch/wizard and Shiki as the  why-am-I-here-I-want-my-coffee-boke familiar.

• Who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Of course, without a shadow of a doubt, its Shiki who’s the coffee addict and Tsubasa is the exasperated barista.

• Who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Shiki as the professor who thinks sleep doesn’t exist and Tsubasa as the TA who forces the said professor to sleep. 

• Who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

At first, I want Tsubasa as the prince and Shiki as the knight but I think it will more hilarious if its Shiki who’s the prince and Tsubasa as the knight. Shiki is like goes out of the castle without a disguise to visit that local tavern for a coffee with an exhausted Tsubasa who just finished fighting off tons of bad peeps who wanted to kidnap or assassinate the prince.

• Who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Tsubasa as the teacher of a preschool and Shiki as the single parent who was shocked to find his normally stoic son smiling happily to this pretty preschool teacher. 

I bet you’re thinking its love at first but nope. Shiki is salty that as soon as he greets his son, said son went back to his stoic self without a single trace of smile. And I bet he became saltier when he found out said pretty preschool teacher is that same first-year brat when he was still a third-year high schooler who criticizes his music and just vanished before Shiki can present to him the complete and improved version of his music. 

By the way, Tsubasa is actually a student from a different school and Shiki didn’t know. That’s why Shiki was shocked and thought it was a ghost or something when he asked for a certain blonde-haired guy in every first-year class in his school.

The Tsubasa is actually a ghost theory of Shiki was further enforced when he remembered the said blonde teen looking ethereal. No, it was just the trick of the light and Shiki’s exhausted mind and lack of sleep. 

• Who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Shiki is the writer who writes several award-winning novels and articles, and Tsubasa is his editor who kept on forcing Shiki to sleep and makes sure the said writer eats. It was kind of a traumatic experience for Tsubasa when he was still a rookie editor and he found Shiki fainted on the floor due to lack of sleep and food. After that, Tsubasa made sure to visit the writer everyday to keep him well-fed and to make sure he does sleep.

Tsubasa also became Shiki’s muse, without the former knowing it. Tsubasa was the person who broke Shiki’s writer’s block on the novel series he wasn’t able to finish for a long time. 

KouMamo

• Who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Koki as the werewolf who is nice to human beings and Mamoru is the hunter who doesn’t like killing werewolves or any living things for that matter. Mamo-chan would rather befriend supernatural beings than killing or making them his slaves/followers. And because of his friendliness and warm aura, he has lots of supernatural friends. 

He met Koki when the latter was wounded after being shot in the forest by a hunter. Mamo-chan, who was in the forest to look for herbs, came across the wounded werewolf and carried him back to his house. Helped by his fairy friends, Mamo-chan was able to heal Koki.

Yes, Mamo-chan is a Disney princess. No one can tell me otherwise. Lol.

Also you may think the plot is a bit cliche but KouMamo is just that kind of couple who actually do all those cliche scenes you find in romantic movies. Although for both of them, it came naturally.

If you’re wondering about Mamo-chan’s supernatural friends, they consist of fairies, vampires, the demon lord, nymphs, elves, demons, a dragon king, gnomes, mermaids/sirens, angels, undeads, and beastkins. As for why Mamo-chan wasn’t able to befriend any werewolves is because werewolves attacks or runs away from him as they can smell the scent of hunters from him. Its cause Mamo-chan also has hunter friends.

And yes, the demon lord is Shun. Lol. Hajime is the dragon king.

Actually, if you guys want me to give you details on this AU, feel free to ask. *beams*

• Who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Mamo-chan is the mermaid/merman and Koki is the fisherman. Mamo-chan as the mermaid is due to that one art by Koyoki-sensei. I think it was an art for Halloween…?

Anyway, Mamo-chan as this mermaid who was caught by one of Koki’s net. Mamo-chan is a friendly and curious mermaid who, after their first meeting, started to watch Koki closely when the latter visits the sea. 

Friends with the wizard Shun, he asked for his tail to become legs. However, it came with a price. (I bet you think the price is Mamo-chan’s voice but nope, that’s not it. Lol) If you want to know more, feel free to ask. 

• Who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Mamo-chan as the wizard whose magic sometimes fails while other times its too successful to the point of being too powerful. Koki is the familiar he was able to summon after five failed attempts.

• Who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

I can’t picture any of them as the coffee addict… But I’m gonna go with Mamo-chan as the coffee addict and Koki as the barista. Mamo-chan is that one customer who orders sweet coffee drinks to the point you can’t taste the coffee anymore and Koki is the barista who indulges Mamo-chan’s every coffee order despite it being too sweet to be healthy.

• Who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Koki as this cool-looking professor with tons of fangirling students and Mamo-chan is his clumsy but hardworking TA.

• Who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Koki as the knight who has sworn to protect the gentle and kind Prince Mamoru. 

• Who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Mamo-chan is the preschool teacher and Koki as a single parent. So I’m gonna merge it with the abovementioned ShikiTsuba scenario. Mamo-chan is Tsubasa’s coworker who plays the piano while Tsubasa sings. All of the kids love him, even the stoic son of Shiki (although said son loves Tsubasa more). While Koki treats his daughter as a princess, Mamo-chan sees her like an independent woman as said daughter acts so responsible to the point that she always looks out for her clumsy teacher. 

Mamo-chan is the reason why Koki’s daughter doesn’t act spoiled. Said child started learning how to make food and do chores so as to help Mamo-chan. Koki, while being a gentle, loving, doting parent, is not always around as he has to work and leave his daughter to the maids. He does give the effort to be there when he’s free from work. He was actually surprised when instead of playing, his daughter was helping the maids do chores and cook. Asked why, she answered that she wanted to help Mamo-chan-sensei….. and also be a woman who needs no man in her life, except for Mamo-chan-sensei and Papa (Koki). (By the way, the being “a woman who needs no man in her life” came from Mamoru and Tsubasa’s female coworker who was broken-hearted at that time). 

And since his daughter kept on mentioning this “Mamo-chan-sensei,” Koki found the time to visit the preschool to see who exactly this teacher who has become such a huge influence on his daughter. And lo behold~

(Feel free to ask for more details. LOL)

• Who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Koki as the editor and caretaker of one stressed-out writer Mamo-chan. XD

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Judai: Those three Tsukipro OTPs for now. Perhaps I’ll make another post for my OTPs in another fandom. Actually, feel free to send an ask indicating which what couple would like me to write on. 

You can also send an ask if you guys are interested on the AUs I made up.

- Judai

[writingonjorvik]

The New Gang Pitch

Following my narrative arc pitch, I wanted to outline a pitch for the new central character unit around the MC to go with it, since characters can make or break a story.

The Self-Taught Vessel, Allacia Clair

One of the first characters part of this group I would imagine has a bit of a rivalry with the MC about their powers. While she’s also a Vessel (my name for the Aideen’s champion role from my narrative pitch), she didn’t have anyone like the Keepers to teach her about her powers. She has a strong grasp on the “Avatar State” power/connecting to Aideen, her other powers she can’t really control and doesn’t have a good foundation for using her other core abilities. Her arc with the MC includes them learning to work together, possibly coming to a head at some point when it seems to this character that the MC is having no trouble with learning about the “Aideen State” powers.

She should be reckless, her powers manifesting in bursts, kinda like an unbridled Lightning Circle Alex, to show she never learned basic control over her powers. She’s stubborn and resilient, with a bitter sense of respect for the MC. She should be funny in a dry humor sort of way, but heart of gold trope, all the way. Points for her being in her mid to late 20′s, so a little older than the “about to start college” MC to add to that “how can you do this thing I struggled with” arc. Extra, extra points if she’s a POC, because, you know, cannon POC badasses are great.

The Valley Girl Hacker, Brittany Bellwinter

We need a diva in the party, and there’s nothing I love more than the idea of a full blown, bubble gum popping, gag me with a spoon, Silicon Valley girl for that. None of the “I don’t get people” hacker trope. This girl gets people, but is also Elle Woods smart with computers. “You took down entire network of G.E.D. encrypted asset logs.” “What, like it’s hard?” She takes no shit for being the pretty blonde girl, and she works her ass off to pull off her chic cyberpunk style while she takes down an entire DC facility’s security system from the Stablebucks down the street.

She’s open, honest, and direct. Her self-confidence is through the roof, to the point of initial conflict. Her being a vigilante when she meets the MC is a great arc to have them working together, and also establishing people outside the Keepers having an issue with Dark Core. She’s hungry for knowledge though, and her handiness with gadgets can provide SSO with a lot of tools for having ruins being destroyed in story beats without losing the information. But also a problem as she risks her life to get those pictures.

The Heart, Kadin Fairwind

This is the one character I think whose gender is most important to be kept the same. Kadin needs to be masc-presenting, either as an enby person who uses he/him pronouns, or just simply as a male presenting person. This is first and foremost because of the message Kadin can send. If SSO wants to be a story about gender equality, then it needs to also talk about how men relate to “feminine” topics, in particular, being the heart of the group. The Heart of the 5 man band is exclusively reserved for a female in the party, which is why it’s important to have a character like Kadin, who is masc-presenting, be the heart, to subvert that and show other masc-presenting players that you can be masculine and also be an empathetic person that tries to keep your friends together.

Kadin is a big sweetie, possibly physically, who just has a soft-spot for people. But when I say he’s big, I don’t mean Kadin is this doofy gentle giant or some himbo. No, he’s physically built, like a quarterback built, but he’s also very intelligent. Kadin needs to be outwardly very masculine, with an awareness of his strength and how it impacts people around him. He’s smart and observant and is really good on picking up on people’s emotions. He wants to help people, with a passion for being either a counselor or a nurse (specifically a nurse, not a doctor). Possibly with friends who were assholes when they were in school who bullied people, until Kadin decided he didn’t want to do that and wanted to be better aware of how he hurt people and how to make things better.

As much as I’m an advocate for queer & POC rep, I think the best way to do Kadin is just have him as this straight, white guy. I think him just being a hetero-cis dude and becoming aware of his privilege can be such an impactful message, even if the why isn’t ever explicitly said.

The Magic Enthusiast, Nakai “Xen” Seiko

If Kadin is cis, then Xen is one hundred percent they/them non-binary. But also, if Brittany is the tech wiz, then Xen simply wants to be an actual wizard. And not just wishes magic was real kinda wants to be a wizard, legit knows magic is real and can’t figure it out/can’t use it wants to be a wizard. Xen consumes all things magic, which makes them an amazing outside asset to the MC and Allacia, who both can use magic, but don’t always understand magic. Xen gets magic fundamentally as a study, but not always as a practice, which is why they struggle to actually use it. And while I do think they should learn how to use magic, they should by the kind of character who wants to multi-class wizard over and over so they can get every school of magic, not so they can actually get better. It’s Xen’s craving for understanding magic that will be a great tool in learning more about other planes of reality and how they relate to magic.

Xen’s personality is fundamentally at odds. While they come from a very traditional Japanese immigrant family and have a high respect for their culture, they obviously struggle with who they are and how that fits into what they want to do with their life. This is import in particular to me because so many cultures gender magic, with feminine and masculine sources of magic. Xen as a non-binary magic user, like myself, has to struggle with figuring out where those legends come from and breaking down how to feel about that in their own practice, particularly when Aideen is shown has being a very feminine entity. Much like the points before, I don’t think this has to be explicit, but I do think it can be very clearly coded to say that gendering things is often forced. While there are gendered things in nature, like things surrounding baby-making, most things aren’t and just because something is gendered, like Aideen, it doesn’t designate that all things need to be. I think the best way to balance this message is to have Xen has a very comedic person, always telling jokes, even when the timing isn’t always right. They should have an issue with hyperfixating, and I think having them being someone with ADD/ADHD is a great match for their other struggles, getting consumed in their pursuit of magic to the point of it being a hazard too.

The Gentle Giant, Bogga Norsdóttir

If anyone is going to be the brute of this party, it’s going to be Bogga. Bogga is a “I’m going to deadlift a Shire” kinda girl, but she won’t, cause it’s a horse, and why would she scare a horse like that? She’s honestly the simplest concept I have. She’s a gentle giant, though I don’t think she should be “stupid.” I think she should have a simple code of ethics, a very black and white version of right and wrong. It’s simple, you hurt her friends, she fucks you up. I would love too if she’s part Kalter. But yeah, Bogga is kinda the constant rock of the party, and that’s not just cause she’s a solid unit. She’s just reliable, and for that she’s kinda a sounding board for everyone else’s more complicated arcs. The point is that Bogga will always be there to support the party, and she doesn’t really need to grow. She’s got her life figured out, and so she’s just there to help everyone else figure out theirs.

The Returning Soul Rider

If there’s any of these members I’m ok with dropping, it’s this one. Not just cause I can’t decide which one, but also the whole point of the above group is establishing a friend group that the MC chooses through the story and actively recruits, not an existing friend group like the Soul Riders are. Even with the new intro to the Soul Riders they added, there’s never going to be a point where the MC isn’t a fifth wheel to their group, at least for me and I know for a lot of you, particularly as SSL gets more and more removed. The only reason they could even effectively establish their friend group before was because only two of them were friends when Lisa got to Jorvik, and it was Lisa that brought the four of them together. And honestly, I think staying on their story makes if feel more and more to me like we’re cleaning up their mess and undermines the Soul Riders defeating Garnok in SSL. Which ruins their abilities, and it’s just yet another reason we need to move away from them narratively.

Still, that doesn’t mean I think the Soul Riders need to be cut out entirely, but I think we need to relook at the angle that the MC is relating to the Soul Riders. And that means the Soul Riders relooking at themselves, particularly post Garnok, which is also why I think this arc needs to end.

In any case, I’m tied between Alex and Anne. On the one hand, Alex is a fighter and suddenly having no big bad to fight is a hell of a good arc to pitch. I also think her in contrast to Bogga is a great square off. Alex not being ready to be done fighting is a good arc, because she’s always been a fighter. What is she without something to go after now? I think her being afraid of falling back into her old ways now that she doesn’t have a target to hunt down is such an interesting arc to follow.

Anne is another interesting one, because I think with everyone expecting Anne to be consumed with vengeance before Garnok is defeated and her to come out of that, people would expect that after he’s gone, she would be ready to be done and just go back to being a normal girl. But I think that even if Anne gets over her vengeance, she’s the Soul Rider of the Sun Circle. Her powers are to open portals, she’s destined to travel. Anne isn’t going to want to go back. Whether it’s being a dressage master or traveling between planes of reality, Anne is the portal master of the druids. Worse, she was an imprisoned portal master. She’s shouldn’t want to be still ever again.

I’m honestly up in the air on them, and I’m not opposed to both, but I think it should just be one in the main group and another with a side arc we touch in on when we touch base with the other Soul Riders.

And yeah, that’s the pitch.