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bellalampwickrossi · 7 months ago

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Disney Descendants : Pixie Hollow Fairies and Their Humans Parental Addition Part 1

TigerWick:

Tiger Lily's Fairy Number 1 , Fira | Light Talent Fairy

Fira is the brightest light in Never Land. When she wants to, she can glow as brightly as the morning sun. This feisty fairy is better known to her friends as “Moth” because she is drawn to light the same way a moth is. Fira is a natural leader and can often be seen leading a group of light talents on a mission through Pixie Hollow. But she has also been known to take on more than she can handle. Once or twice, she’s almost lost her glow entirely from burning too brightly for too long.

Tiger Lily's Fairy Number 2 , Copper | Tinker Talent Fairy

Tinkers like feeling useful. They know they are better at fixing an inventing things than anyone else in Pixie Hollow, and they love being needed. That’s what makes Copper so unusual. She loves fixing things too, but she likes teaching other fairies to fix their own pots and pans even more. Copper will show any water fairy, garden fairy or kitchen fairy how to mend metal and create little gizmos. All they need to do is ask.

….. Lampwick's Fairy , Tizzywing | Fast Flying Talent Fairy

As dizzy as her name makes her sound, Tizzywing is a regular whirlwind. She can never remember if she’s coming or going. Half the time, this fast flying fairy arrives for breakfast with one shoe on and her nightcap still on her head. If she goes back to her room to find her other shoe, she might forget about breakfast entirely. Tizzywing is very easily distracted, but everyone loves her anyway , even if she almost never sticks around long enough to finish a sentence.

Alice x Pinocchio:

Alice’s Fairies , Quinnella and Lazarus

Art By @fairiesandbeatleslover , Fairy Ocs Belongs to @princessquinnella

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Pinocchio's Fairy , Dulcie | Baking Talent Fairy

Dulcie's specialty is poppy-puff rolls, salty and warm, and flecked with savory herbs. But that's not all Dulcie bakes: cookies, cakes, croissants, tarts, pretzels, bread. If it goes into an oven, Dulcie knows how to make it. She has five hundred recipes memorized and she is always inventing new ones. Dulcie is as sweet as her name, but she can be a little bossy. Her friends don't mind though because she makes sure they always have something warm and tasty to eat.

Alexander x Princess Eilonwy

Alexander's Fairy, Rani | Water Talent Fairy

Rani is the only fairy in Pixie Hollow who does not have wings. This brave water talent gave them to save Mother Dove. But she doesn’t miss them too much. With no wings to get wet, Rani can go swimming anytime she wants, something she’s always dreamed of doing. In fact, Rani is the only fairy to have visited the mermaids’ castle under the lagoon. These days Brother Dove acts as Rani’s wings. Like most water talents, Rani cries a lot. She’s not sad, she's just very emotional.

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Princess Eilonwy's Fairy , Lisel | Helper Talent Fairy

Of Queen Clarion's four helper fairies, Lisel might have the hardest job. It's her duty to make sure Queen Clarion goes to sleep at night! If she could, the Queen would stay up all night long reading reports from her Ministers. Even the Queen needs sleep, though. That's why Lisel is always there with a warm cup of tea and a fuzzy pair of slippers. She's gotten very good at putting the tired Queen to bed at night.

Cavin x Princess Calla From Adventures of The gummi bears:

Cavin's Fairy, Russell | Butterfly Herding Talent Sparrow Man

It takes a certain kind of animal talent to successfully herd butterflies. Russell isn’t as clever as the tricky butterflies he keeps track of but he is very, very persistent. If a butterfly is hiding, Russell won’t rest until he’s turned over every stone and looked behind every leaf. The butterflies of Pixie Hollow know that Russell will find them eventually. But they don’t really mind, as long as they get to have some fun.

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Princess Calla's Fairy , Sera | Scouting Talent Fairy

Sera is a scouting talent. That means she spends a lot of time watching for trouble. Sera loves keeping her eyes peeled for hawks and her ears perked for the buzzing of bee swarms. In fact, her senses are so keen that it can be hard for Sera to fall asleep at night. She can hear the fairy next door snoring and the bats flitting through the night air. But Sera wouldn’t give up being a scout for anything.

Shanti and Jane Darling:

Shanti's Fairy, Latia | Forest Talent Fairy

Pretty Latia is a forest talent fairy. With her oak leaf dress, she blends right in when she’s perched high up in a tree. Latia does daily patrols through the woods around Pixie Hollow, making sure all the trees are happy. Like many forest talents, Latia secretly thinks that the trees talk to her, and she likes to sing them lullabies at night. She’s sure the trees appreciate it, especially the elms. Latia is pretty sure they’re afraid of the dark.

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Jane Darling's Fairy , Spring | Message Talent Fairy

Spring is one of the best message talent fairies in Pixie Hollow. She’s almost as fast as a fast flying fairy. And she can memorize any message, no matter how long on the spot. Spring’s most impressive skill is her ability to find fairies. She always seems to know where everyone is even if she hasn’t seen them for days.

Lampwick and Pinocchio’s Family members:

Bella Rossi's Fairy, Madge | Animal Talent Fairy

Madge is an animal fairy. She is good friends with Cora, Finn, Terra, Fawn, and Beck.

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Carina Rossi's fairy , Glissandra | Light Talent Fairy

Glissandra is an unusual light talent. That’s because she loves rainy days. Glissandra enjoys the soft grey light that shines through the clouds. She tells her friends that she thinks it’s “poetic”. She also loves making rainbows after a storm. But Glissandra’s favorite thing about rainy days is the sight of raindrops hanging from a spider web. The way her light glistens off the droplets would bring a smile to any fairy’s face.

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Geppetto's Fairy , Azure | Woodcarving-Talent Fairy

Azure is a wood carver. She never goes anywhere without her sharp little knife, and she can’t be around a piece of wood without creating something. Azure loves to make small carvings of mice, birds and snakes. Her pieces are so lifelike that the other fairies sometimes mistake them for the real thing. In fact, the animal talent Beck once tried to start a conversation with one of Azure's chipmunks before she realized it was just a carving.

Smitty From Dumbo 1941 x Princess Marie From Adventures of The Gummi bears (Without Aquarianne From Adventures Of The Gummi bears Cuz she’s a full fledged mermaid ):

Smitty's Fairy , Clank | Tinker Talent Sparrow Man

The first thing anyone notices about Clank is how loud he is. He's also a little clumsy but the other tinkers don't mind. At the end of the day, there is nobody better at making a wagon or fixing a broken paintbrush than Clank. Of course, this super loud tinker would probably be quieter if he ever remembered to take the cotton stuffing out of his ears. He wears it because it can get loud in the workshop. When he forgets to take them out he ends up hollering at everyone because he can't hear.

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Princess Marie's Fairy , Nettle | Caterpillar Shearing Talent Fairy

Nettle thinks she has the best talent in Pixie Hollow (actually most fairies think that, even the mud-sifting fairies). Nettle is a caterpillar shearing fairy. Without her help, caterpillars would never be able to see where they’re going. Caterpillars don’t love having their hair clipped, but the good news is they don’t move very faster. With her practical head scarf keeping her hair out of her eyes, and her gleaming shears in her hand, Nettle is ready for business.

For @hannahhook7744 , @fairiesandbeatleslover and @princessquinnella

#disney descendants #descendants #peter pan #disney peter pan #peter pan 1953 #pixie hollow #disney fairies

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grailfinders · 3 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #4P: Artoria Pendragon (Saber Lily)

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re finally building the last of the Artorias we’ll see for a while, Artoria Lily! (Note: Check Castoria’s release date before using this opening.) Lily hasn’t taken up her Champion’s oath yet, so she’s still just a Fighter. Don’t worry, we’ll still get sword lasers somehow. I’ve probably already said it’s kind of weird to make a 20 level build for a character all about how they’re not powerful yet, but we’ll do it anyway! We’ll also make Lily a Marshal to rally her allies, and a Duelist to get the most out of her smaller sword.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Ancestry and Background

Artoria’s always been a Human, but she hasn’t traveled around enough to be Versatile yet, so we’re making her Skilled at Nature instead so she can ride those horses she loves so much. This means she’s trained in nature right now, and she’ll be an expert at level 5 at no cost. She also has a Cooperative Nature that gives her a +4 bonus on Aid checks. You also get a boost in Charisma and Wisdom.

At fifth level you become a Clever Improviser, so you can add half your level to untrained skill checks, or your full level at level 7 or higher. You can even use skill actions that require training, even if you’re untrained. I don’t think anyone can truly be trained to pull a sword from a stone.

I know it’s probably an athletics check, calm down.

At ninth level your Cooperative Soul lets you always succeed at aiding someone if you’re at least an expert in that skill.

At thirteenth level, your Stubborn Persistence lets you attempt a check when you’d become fatigued. If you succeed, you can shrug off that fatigue until your GM makes you roll again. God knows Artoria’s always had a hard head.

Finally, by level 17 you’ve come into your own and cultivated a Heroic Presence, letting you cast zealous conviction once a day on up to 10 creatures, granting them temporary HP, a bonus against mental effects, and you can command them unless your commands go against their nature.

You might not be the King of Knights yet, but you still start off as a Squire, giving you another set of boosts in Constitution and Charisma, as well as training in Athletics and Heraldry Lore. Finally, you have the Armor Assist feat, so you can don armor in half the time if you pass an athletics check. You can also help your allies into armor as well. Not exactly teleporting your armor on and off, but we’ll take what we can get.

Class Levels

1. Since Artoria’s not a Champion yet, we’ll make her a Fighter instead. All the physical training, much less pressure from above. At level one you have Strength as a key ability, giving you an extra boost in that stat. You’re also trained in will saves, advanced weapons, and all armors. She’s also an expert in perception, fortitude and reflex saves, and general weapons.

Finally, her intelligence-based skill list. In order: acrobatics, religion, diplomacy, survival, arcana, crafting, society, performance.

Now for actually being a level one fighter. You get another four ability boosts in Strength, Constitution, Wisdom, and Charisma. You can also make an Attack of Opportunity as a reaction when they manipulate, move through your area, or make a ranged attack. You can also make a Power Attack that acts like two attacks and consequently does two dies of weapon damage.

Finally, you can also use the Shield Block reaction like a Champion, though again you’re not likely to use it if you’re playing to character.

2. Level two’s where stuff gets interesting. Most of your training comes from MHX, whose teaching style is… unique. She throws you at enemies til you learn something, is what I’m saying. So if you’re gonna learn anything, you’d better get good at Combat Assessment, letting you make a recall knowledge check as part of your attack, gaining a +2 bonus if you score a critical hit. You can use this once per day per target.

We’re also going to make you good at horses because by god the world is going to beat that out of you by the time you’re older. So let’s learn how to Train Animal, letting you teach an animal an action over the course of a week. If the animal already knows that action, you can skip the nature check when you command them. Otherwise, add the action to the list of commands and make checks as normal.

We’ll also pick up the Duelist Dedication so you can summon Caledfwich, which is another name for Excalibur, except it’s also a different sword here? Like always, Arthuriana is ridiculous. Anyways, it works like Artoria’s, so you can’t really summon a weapon, but you can attack with the same action you draw your sword with. Don’t worry, Caliburn is a lot smaller than Excalibur, so we can actually use these feats this time around.

3. At third level you gain Bravery, making you an expert in will saves, and successes against fear effects are critical instead. Plus if you do get frightened, you’re frightened for one less than you should be.

You’re also a Keen Follower to learn more from MHX, so when you use the follow the expert action while exploring you get a bigger bonus the more skilled your ally is.

Finally, we’ll bump up our diplomacy so you can talk your way out of getting murdered by the Anti-Saber assassin you’re learning from.

4. At fourth level you can spend two actions to Swipe up to two creatures, using one attack roll to fight both of them. Try spinning, that’s a good trick!

To make you more graceful fighter, we’ll also give you the Steady Balance feat so you get critical successes instead of regular ones while trying to keep your balance. You’re also not flat-footed while balancing, and you can make acrobatics checks instead of a reflex save to grab a ledge. Though your reflex save is actually better right now, so I’d stick with that.

Finally, you might not be a paladin yet but you sure act like one, which is why you can issue a Duelist’s Challenge, turning one foe into your dueling opponent until they’re defeated, they flee, or the encounter ends. This gives you a bonus to your damage against them, but decreases your damage against any other creatures. Be careful when you use this- you play fair, but you can’t be sure everyone else will.

5. At fifth level you get another ability boost in dexterity, intelligence, charisma, and wisdom. You’ve also gained Fighter Weapon Mastery, making you a master with swords, and you gain their critical specialization for all mastered weapons.

Also by this point Merlin’s probably caught up to you in Chaldea, so we’ll bump up your Arcana while we’re here.

6. Time for another round of feats! As a fighter you can Shatter Defenses as an action, making a strike against a frightened creature. If you deal damage, they become flat-footed until the fear wears off. If they’re already flat-footed, they can’t stop being frightened next turn. Admittedly only working on frightened creatures is a) finicky and b) out of character, but your NP can certainly shatter some defenses. We’ll get a more reliable version later.

As a duelist you can make a Dueling Parry as an action, giving you a +2 bonus to AC for a round as long as you’re using a one-handed melee weapon. A dress is not good armor, but this will make it slightly better.

Finally, you can spend a week hanging out with a horse to make it a Bonded Animal, making it permanently helpful to you and easier to command. Look she likes horses I just want her to be happy alright?

7. At seventh level you get even better at learning through combat as a Battlefield Surveyor, making you a master at perception, plus you get a +2 bonus to initiative checks, which apparently use perception in Pathfinder. I’m learning new things all the time here!

This lets you make an Expeditious Search, so you take half as long to search a given area, and if you become legendary in perception that’s reduced to a quarter as long. If you want to pull the sword in the stone, you’ve got to find it first.

You also become a master in Nature. Plus, you have Weapon Specialization now, so you deal 2 extra damage with weapons you’re an expert with, 3 if you’re a master, and 4 if you’re legendary. Sword go switch, bad guy corpses go flump.

8. Let’s take a break from the training for a bit with some fun feats. Your Resounding Bravery makes you even harder to frighten, and makes it an even worse idea to try scaring you in the first place. If you critically succeed on a will save against an enemy, you get a +1 bonus to all saves and some temporary HP for a minute, with these benefits doubling if you critically succeed against a fear effect. Which you have a much better chance at crit succeeding at since you always do that if you don’t fail. Combos!

You can also Glad-Hand people, immediately making an impression on them instead of waiting for a minute of conversation. You take a -5 penalty to the check, but if you fail you can try again after a minute of conversation so it’s like the first one never happened. Somehow you convinced the person whose life goal is “Kill All Sabers” to not kill all sabers, which is impressive especially considering you are, in fact, a saber.

Finally, you can make a Selfless Parry, so when you use your Dueling Parry all adjacent allies also get a +1 bonus to their AC. Most sabers have little to no armor, so it’s nice to help out, y’know? Impractically dressed anime characters have to stick together.

9. At ninth level your Combat Flexibility lets you pick an eighth level or lower fighter feat to swap out each day. For my money I’d go with Disorienting Opening so you can make a creature flat-footed with each attack of opportunity, but you can swap it out pretty freely so go with your gut! That’s what Artoria would do.

We’ll also add the Marshal Dedication this level as you start getting more comfortable taking charge of situations, giving you a marshal’s aura so you and all your knights in a 10’ radius get a +1 bonus to saves against fear effects. This also seems to make you a master in Diplomacy? That’s how Wanderer’s Guide is ruling it, anyway.

Rounding off the level with some training- you’re a master at fortitude saves, and trained in medicine. You’ll have to patch yourself up on your travels, after all.

10. Tenth level starts off with yet another Ability Boost in Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, and Intelligence.

You can also spend two actions to Knockdown an enemy, making a strike, and if you hit them, you can automatically make an Athletics check to try and trip them. I’m not sure if I want Lily’s NP to knock people prone or make them flat-footed, but either way it’s not pleasant.

You can also use Battle Medicine in the middle of combat, letting you treat wounds as an action once per day per creature. That being said, you can’t actually remove wounds this way, just give more HP.

Finally, you can enter an Inspiring Marshal Stance, making a diplomacy check to bolster your aura. On a success, all allies in the aura get a +1 bonus to attack rolls and mental saves, and a critical success increases your aura’s range for extra pain-I mean protection. Eh, little bit of both, tbh.

11. At level 11, you’re really good at a lot of stuff thanks to Armor Expertise and Fighter Expertise, giving you the implied amount of training in all armors and your class DC.

You’ve also traveled enough to gain some Dubious Knowledge- MHX is as dubious as it comes, so not everything she teaches you will work in this dimension. When you fail a recall knowledge check, you’ll learn a little true info and a little false knowledge. It’ll make your Combat Assessment arguably more effective.

Speaking of being more effective, we’re also bumping up your Acrobatics skill so you can truly become the Lily of the battlefield.

12. Speaking of, this level you can use a Dueling Dance, letting you get into a stance where you and your friends always have the benefit of a Dueling Parry.

For even more friendship, you become an Express Rider so you can increase your mount’s speed while traveling. England’s kind of a big place, so- sorry, I can’t finish that sentence with a straight face. Still, faster horses are good.

If you’d rather speed up your knights, you can issue a Coordinated Charge- you can stride up to your speed and attack something. If it hits, nearby allies can use their reaction to stride too, as long as they end up closer to the creature you hit than they started.

13. At thirteenth level Merlin’s meddling makes you a master in Arcana, and you also become a Weapon Legend. This makes you a Master with most weapons, as well as a legend with swords and a master with advanced swords.

14. Once a day, you become filled with Determination, ending an effect of your choice. If you pick a spell you have to make a will save to counteract it. This doesn’t prevent future effects from ongoing issues though, so you can’t just shrug off Excalibur’s effect on your body with this.

You can also Evangelize other creatures once per day per creature, making a Diplomacy check against their will DC. This doesn’t work on people who already agree with you, or who change their point of view because of this argument, but if it works, they’ll be stupefied for a round, reducing all their checks and DCs based in Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma. They’ll also have a slightly harder time casting spells. You gotta gather up the round table somehow.

Speaking of, you can now issue a Cadence Call, making your allies quickened for a turn, where they can use that extra action to stride. If they use the action, they’ll miss an action the turn after. It’s like haste, but short-term.

15. At fifteenth level you get another round of ability boosts in strength, dexterity, intelligence, and wisdom. You also gain Evasion, becoming a master in reflex saves.

You can also Pick up the Pace to speed up all your allies, not just your horse. Now you can make them hustle a little more while exploring.

Your Greater Weapon Specialization helps you deal even more damage with your trained weapons, and your Improved Flexibility lets you add a second feat to your combat flexibility, up to level 14.

Finally, you’re a legend in Diplomacy. You’ve got to get good at it someday, right?

16. At sixteenth level you become a Stance Savant, letting you drop into any kind of stance as part of rolling initiative.

Stances only work in combat though, so if you want something cool to do outside of fighting you should check out Legendary Negotiation, letting you make an impression and then request your enemies stop their current activities and negotiate with you. You’re not strong enough to win with brute force (yet), so a mutual understanding might be your best shot at defusing a situation. You take a -5 penalty to the diplomacy check on account of them being your opponent and all, plus diplomacy can still fall apart and leave you fighting them again.

If that happens, you can use your Tactical Cadence to get all the benefits of the Cadence Call, with the additional bonus that they can use that extra action to Strike as well, and they don’t lose an action the turn after.

17. Your Armor Mastery, appropriately enough, makes you a master in all armors. We’ll also bump up your Athletics skill so your NP is more likely to break through an enemy’s defenses.

18. At eighteenth level you can score a Savage Critical when you hit someone with legendary proficiency. This lets you score critical hits on a 19 as well as a 20, so now you have two targets to aim for! Ha ha, ball jokes!

You can also make a Shameless Request without reducing your target’s attitude towards you, and it’s a little bit easier to do. Again, “please don’t kill me even though I’m a saber” might be a hard sell for anyone who isn’t you.

We’ll head back to duelist this level to make a Dueling Riposte- while parrying, you can react to a creature critically failing to hit you to hit them back or disarm them. Thanks to Selfless Parry, you can even do this when someone messes up hitting an ally next to you too.

19. At level nineteen you start getting a little more regal, giving you A Home in Every Port. We’ll also make you a master in athletics to trip and rip enemies more easily.

On top of that, you are a Versatile Legend, making you legendary in most weapon types, and a master in advanced weapons and your Class DC. Again we’re only here for the sword, but flexibility is never a bad trait to have in a character.

20. For our final level, we get one last ability boost in dexterity, constitution, intelligence, and charisma. We can also finally get a proper sword beam. Sort of. With Sever Space, you can strike an opponent with a slashing weapon from up to 80’ away. This then either makes you teleport to your enemy or tries to make them teleport to you if they fail a fortitude save. It’s laser adjacent, and it lets you use all your neat tricks to weaken their defenses too!

Your mana burst strength also starts taking hold, letting you Quick Climb and move faster on successes.

Finally, your Improved Dueling Riposte gives you an extra reaction each round to make a dueling riposte, even if you’re not parrying. You don’t have the power of a king yet, so that sword’s all you’ve got. Make sure you use it well.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

This build is really good at weakening enemies and then hitting them where it hurts without sacrificing tempo. Knock them over, leave them flat footed, and clobber them with your entire party. Great stuff. She’s especially good at hitting weak points if you don’t have the animation update yet.

The one thing it’s better at weakening enemies is strengthening allies, with all sorts of auras and stances to improve your party’s AC, saves, and damage. There’s a reason so many people decided to follow you.

Even outside of combat you’re great at working in a team, whether that means you’re helping people or receiving help from them, you’re a little better at it than most. Plus, you speed up the whole party so your DM doesn’t have to make as many random encounters between dungeons. Yay…?

Cons:

Despite being so good at empowering your party, you don’t deal that much damage. Sure Greater Weapon Specialization is nice, but Artoria proper also got that plus a giant sword laser.

You might also run into issues with the size of your aura if you abuse Sever Space too often. It’s hard for the rest of the knights to keep up if you keep teleporting all over the battlefield.

I deliberately spread out Lily’s stat boosts evenly to give more of a “weakened servant” kind of vibe, so it’s really easy to make this build stronger by just focusing on the stats you actually need.

#artoria pendragon #fgo #fate grand order #pathfinder 2nd edition #pf2e #fighter #marshal #duelist

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damienthepious · 4 years ago

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i would sell u to satan for One Comment. pfft dklfsldkjf hello please enjoy my little fic lalala

Missive

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Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Sir Damien, Rilla, Lord Arum

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Polyamory, (which like DUH but also), (it's. specifically the context. idk how to. ah whatever just read it.), Kissing, very mild angst, Implied Sexual Content, rilla hooligan hours!!!

Summary: Lord Arum cannot join Damien and Rilla in much of their lives. Luckily, they are all of them too clever to let that stop them from sharing as much as they possibly can.

Notes: this Possessed me. it did not exist this morning, and now it does. oops! uh, enjoy?? ghjgkdjfk love u happy lkt <3<3<3

It leaves an ache deep in Damien's chest, the reality which must, for the sake of all of their safety, keep Lord Arum tucked away from his and Rilla's lives in the Citadel. That reality dictates that Damien's home must be kept distant from his lily, that he may not even speak Arum's name or acknowledge his existence for fear of bringing danger to all that Damien loves. It aches, and perhaps it would only ache if Sir Damien were left with his own instincts and sorrow and guilt to guide him, but-

Early on, Rilla comes to meet him on a break (he has convinced the Queen to allow him guard duty again, despite the cast on his arm), on the pretense of checking his injuries and bringing him medication for the pain. She takes his hand, and with a grin that Damien could not argue against even if he wanted to, she tugs him into a side room, small and private.

"What-"

She leans dangerously close, tilts his chin up with a knuckle while her grin slips to a smirk, and then she leans down, pressing their lips together in a tender, fierce sort of kiss, ending with a sharp little bite on his bottom lip. He gasps softly as she pulls away, her other hand tangled playfully in his curls, and when he blinks his eyes back open she laughs at the look on his face.

"Arum wanted me to pass that along," she says slyly, nuzzling against his cheek. "And here's one from me, too."

She tugs his hair gently to angle his head back, and then she kisses him once more, warm and undeniable and stunning his mind completely blank.

She laughs again as he slowly blinks back to himself, holding her close in his arms and murmuring something that might either be a prayer or a line of verse (not even Damien himself is certain, just at the moment), and then she cups his cheek with a softer, fonder smile.

"Rilla," he breathes, and he can imagine, just for a heartbeat, Arum's heat at his back, Arum's arms curling gentle and certain around the both of them. "Oh, oh love, I-"

"I know," she says, stroking her thumb over his cheek. "I know I can't keep you for long, I just wanted to make sure I got that very important message to you." She winks, and Damien laughs helplessly. She leans a little closer, then, her lips teasing at the line of his jaw. "Any return message you'd like to send back with me, Sir Poet?"

Damien laughs again, both at her words and at the nearly tickling touch of her lips against his skin.

He considers, for a moment, humming lightly as he holds Rilla snugly against his chest, and then he nods.

"An equally crucial one, certainly," he says, his voice sonorous with mock-severity. "I am quite confident I can entrust you with delivering a missive of such grave import."

Her eyes spark with delight, her lips pressing together to bury the full force of her enthusiasm. "On my honor, oh brave Sir Knight," she purrs, utterly indulgent.

"But first, my forever-flower," he murmurs, and then he leans up, peppering her cheeks with sweet, gentle kisses until she laughs, and then he captures her own lips properly, and the way she giggles even into the kiss is as dear and right as home. "First, only for you," he finishes, murmuring soft, and she smiles so warm that it makes his heart stumble.

"You are so sweet sometimes that it drives me crazy," she says, teasing over an edge of heat as she squeezes her arms around him.

"I hope I shall drive our lily to quite the same distraction," Damien admits, and then he schools his expression mock-serious again. "Now, for my message in kind..."

Damien curls his injured arm carefully tight around the small of her back, trails his other hand slowly up her spine until he can cradle the back of her head (he imagines Rilla mirroring him, tracing a line up the center of Arum's back, imagines the way the monster will shiver and hiss in response), and then he pulls her gently down into the kiss.

He tries to pour out the whole of his affection, tender and lingering against Rilla's lips, teasing only gentle with his tongue, delicate in just the way he knows will make their monster go breathless and wild when Rilla echoes this kiss in his arms.

When their lips part, he presses his forehead against her own, leaving his eyes closed with a sigh.

"Saints," Rilla breathes, and Damien can hear the grin in her voice. "Y'know, I was planning on trying to get some work done today, but after that-"

Damien laughs. "It was not my intention at all to thwart your plans, my love, but- well, I do not foresee you escaping from our lily's arms for quite some time after you deliver that particular note."

"Oh no," she says, utterly sarcastic. "How awful for me, not at all a complete fucking win that I'll have to find a way to pay you back for sometime."

"Certainly," Damien hums warmly. "Of course not, my flower."

They cling for a little while longer, mutually reluctant for as long as they can justify, until eventually they manage to pry themselves apart, kissing once more before they each retreat to their respective responsibilities. This time, however, the parting does not leave Damien awash with that sense of inevitable heartsick loneliness. He cannot see his lily here, in his Citadel. He cannot even speak of that beloved half of his heart, but-

Arum's mind lingers on Damien, even distant. Enough so to whisper affection into Rilla's ear to bring with her, to bring along to Damien. And Rilla will bear his own affection back, to reassure their monster of their love in the moments they cannot share in truth.

Arum cannot join them in the Citadel, not as the world exists currently, but-

Damien and Rilla both carry Lord Arum with them, regardless. In their hearts, in their hands, on their lips, in the love they share with each other. Even distant, their love persists. Even hidden.

Sir Damien stands stalwart at his post, dutiful for the rest of the day, and his lips tingle and his mind drifts with buzzing affection as he devises some rather pleasant ideas regarding future messages to pass between his loves, and he does not need to brace beneath his yearning while his mind is so much more gently occupied.

Lord Arum nuzzles affection into the back of his neck to carry along the next time he leaves the Keep, arms wound snug around his chest, and Damien enthusiastically carries that warmth with him until he can surprise Rilla between appointments the next morning, making her squeak and giggle when Damien nips gently at the back of her neck.

Rilla shocks him into a yelp with her hand on his backside just outside the barracks, cackling laughter and deflecting all blame to the monster for the slap until Damien laughs as well, already strategizing a volley in return.

Arum pins him against the wall the moment he enters the Keep, echoing Amaryllis' teasing words to soften the news that she will be too busy to join them that evening.

Rilla graces him with Arum's kiss in the market square, surrounded by laughter and light, and he returns a kiss to be delivered in the dim-lit safety of the Keep, and for only a moment, he can feel Lord Arum's scaled palm, settled soft over their own clasped hands.

They weave affection between them, passing hands and tongues and whispers, and whenever any two of them are removed from their third, they breathe their distant love to each other regardless, memory and intent and shared devotion, love murmured from lip to lip to lip to lip, notes folded and refolded, softened by affectionate caressing and made ever more beautiful. And always, every time, the love they carry between them is sealed with a kiss.

#gay gay gay gay gay #i mean. uh. [normal tags]#elle's fanfic #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #sir damien #amaryllis of exile #lord arum #commente please tho actually for real

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engie-ivy · 4 years ago

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Receiving a love confession from Sirius Black is probably the dream of almost every student at Hogwarts. Remus just whishes Sirius would move on, but you should be careful what you wish for...

Don't worry, it's a short, fluffy Wolfstar get-together. Lily knows about Remus’ Furry Little Problem in this.

How do you feel about Sirius Black?

“I swear to Merlin, if Gina Simmons looks at me like that one more time, I’m gonna give her something to be mad about,” Lily grumbles, her eyes flaming with anger.

Gina Simmons, who had been glaring in their direction, quickly turns her head as Remus looks over his shoulder. She whispers something to Beth Walker and Davey Martens, who both glare at Lily and Remus as well.

Remus sighs. “Is it always like this?”

Lily’s expression softens. “It gets less,” she says. “But there’s this persistent group that just can’t get over it. This morning, I heard Rosemary Rowle call me ‘an entitled bitch who thinks she’s too good for James Potter’. Rosemary Rowle! The girl who can’t finish a sentence without mentioning her ‘daddy, who has such an important job at the Ministry’ calling me entitled!” The angry expression is back and she clenches her quill so hard Remus worries she’s gonna break the thing.

Remus frowns. “I overheard Randall Thorne ask Jules Flemming whether he reckoned I thought I could do better, and during Potions Kirsten Pembroke threw a vial of Armadillo bile over me!”

Lily winces. “I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you to stay away from Kirsten Pembroke if she has throwable substances within reach.”

“I just don’t understand what their problem is,” Remus mutters.

Lily smiles ruefully. “You’re now officially part of the club of people who have committed the atrocious crime of rejecting the school’s most popular and beloved students, Potter and Black. With you joining, our member count is now a total of two.”

“But that’s the thing! I rejected him,” Remus says. “Nothing’s changed. They can go on writing Mrs or Mr Black on their notebooks for all I care.”

“Oh Remus,” Lily sighs wistfully. “To be so naive. I’ve rejected Potter about fifteen times now, and they still won’t forgive me for him apparently choosing me over them. Of course, in my case it doesn’t help that Potter still refers to himself as the future Mr Evans,” Lily adds with a grimace.

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Remus says, shaking his head. “They should be thankful I don’t return his feelings!”

“Well, first of all, you saying no to Black doesn’t chance the fact that he’s head over heels in love with you. Not immediately, at least. So he’s still just as unavailable to them. And more importantly, in their eyes you were given the greatest gift that can be bestowed upon a man or woman: a full-blown love confession by Sirius Black.” Lily rolls her eyes while speaking. “And the fact that you didn’t even appreciate it, just makes it worse.”

“I never asked for-”

“I know, Remus, I know. I’m just explaining how they see it. You and I are the horrible people who had the audacity to break their heartthrobs Potter and Black’s hearts.”

Remus groans. “I whish Sirius would see how ridiculous it is for him to be in love with someone like me.”

“Remus,” Lily says in a dangerous tone.

Remus ignores her. “I whish he’d just move on. I whish he’d date someone else, so they’ll have no reason to pester me anymore!”

Remus is writing his essay. Frantically. Or rather, furiously. Pressing hard on his quill while scribbling in angry, fast strokes, a pile of broken quills already forming next to his parchment.

“Did that essay murder your family?” Lily asks, as she sits down in front of Remus. “I honestly thought you’d be in a good mood.”

Remus looks up at her, a sulky expression on his face. “So you’ve heard?”

“Heard?” Lily asks. “I’ve orchestrated the whole thing!”

Remus gives her a confused look, so Lily elaborates.

“After our last conversation, I went up to Black and I just told him ‘oi, the whole school knows about your unrequited love for Remus, and some twats are giving him a really hard time about it, so if you could just take someone on a date to Hogsmeade this Saturday so they’ll stop pestering Remus, that’ll be great’. And he agreed!”

Remus just blinks at her.

Lily frowns. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yes!” Remus says a little too quickly. “I just... don’t get why he’d ask Alyssa MacMillan. She’s rather dull, don’t you think?”

Lily shrugs. “She’s nice enough, but more importantly, she thinks Black is fit and would love to go out with him, but she’s got no real feelings for him and isn’t looking for a relationship, so she won’t mind just drawing people’s attention away from you, or draw his attention away from you, for that matter.”

“Right,” Remus says. “Guess I just didn’t think she’s his type, is all.”

“Who knows,” Lily smiles mischievously. “It could become some kind of Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers scenario, and they might fall in love for real! Then your problem is solved for good.”

Remus looks at her like she just told him puppies have gone extinct.

“Merlin, Remus. What is it? Is this some kind of ‘I don’t want him, but I don’t want anybody else to have him either’ thing? Because that’s really shitty!”

“No,” Remus says defensively. “No, that’s not it. I just think Sirius can do better than Alyssa MacMillan, but if that’s what he likes, than good for him.”

“Oh, for Godric’s sake, you’re jealous!”

“No, I’m not! Or at least, I don’t think I am. Am I?”

Lily folds her arms over her chest and stares at Remus intently. “Remus Lupin, do you have feelings for Sirius Black?”

“I... I don’t know,” Remus looks quite miserable. “I mean, I’ve never thought about it.”

“Never thought about it?” Lily exclaims. “How do you mean, never thought about it? Do you remember that evening when Black took you out on a moonlit walk by the Great Lake, and poured his heart out to you, saying how he’s been crazy in love with you since the beginning of fifth year, and asked if you wanted to go on a date with him, to which you answered no? That would’ve been the moment to think about it!”

“It’s just...” Remus anxiously runs a hand through his hair. “With my condition, romantic relationships simply are not an option. I always saw romance as one part of being a teenager I didn’t have to concern myself with. I guess I just started to automatically ignore all thoughts and feelings related to romantic relationships. When Sirius made that confession, I was shocked, and the only thing I could think was ‘no, he can’t, he shouldn’t. I don’t do romance. I have to put an end to this immediately’. I never considered my own feelings. I mean, why would I?”

“Well, that’s a load of crap,” Lily scolds.

Remus opens his mouth to protest, but Lily cuts off whatever he was going to say.

“Not that you thought all of that, I believe you did, but that you can’t have romantic relationships with your condition is nonsense.”

“It’s never been done,” Remus argues.

“If no one ever did anything that’s never been done, we’d still be living in caves,” Lily firmly replies.

Remus fiddles with the hem of his sweater. “You really think it’s possible?”

“I don’t think it’s possible, I know it’s possible. So now we have established that, how do you feel about Sirius Black?”

“I’ve never thought-”

“Well, think about it now!”

“I don’t know,” Remus says, staring at the table. “Of course I think he’s attractive, but that doesn’t mean anything except that I have eyes. I mean, who doesn’t think he’s attractive? With that hair and those eyes... And I have even more reason, sharing a dorm with him. I see him when he comes out of the shower wearing just a towel, sweet mother of Merlin...”

Lily waits patiently for Remus to finish daydreaming.

Remus shakes himself out of his daze. “And of course I like him as a person. I wouldn’t have been friends with him all these years if I didn’t like him as a person. And what’s not to like? He’s clever, funny and brave, but he also has this really sweet side, you know? A side he doesn’t show much, and I guess it makes me feel special that he does show it around me. He always makes me feel special. It’s kind of weird, actually. He makes me feel special, but at the same time he makes me feel like I can just be myself, and that’s enough. I feel comfortable around him, and I suppose I do prefer his company above anyone else’s. Even on those moments when I normally don’t want to see anyone, he’s the only one I prefer being with over being alone. And when he’s not around I often find myself thinking about him. Now that I think about, I think about him almost all the time...”

Remus trails of and looks at Lily with wide eyes. Lily just nods.

“Oh Merlin,” Remus groans, hiding his face in his hands.

“Remus, Remus, Remus,” Lily sighs. “You’re so lucky to have me as a friend. Here’s what you’re going to do...”

“Padfoot?”

Sirius whirls around, and grins at Remus. Remus can tell he’s trying to act like everything’s normal between them, but he can also tell that his grin is somewhat forced and there’s a hint of pain in his eyes.

“Wotcher, Moony.”

“I wanted to talk to you,” Remus says.

The grin fades from Sirius’ face, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Ah, yeah, Evans told me about those people that’ve been bothering you. I’m really sorry, Moony. If I had known...”

“It’s not your fault,” Remus says.

“I know you feel uncomfortable about my feelings for you.” There’s a sadness in Sirius’ voice. “I won’t mention it again. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. If I could change it, I would, but being in love with you has become such a big part of me, and it’s not something I can just stop. Turns out, you’re a very hard person to not be in love with.”

“I don’t want you to not be in love with me!” Remus says.

Sirius frowns. “You like having me hopelessly pine after you that much?” He looks slightly hurt.

“No,” Remus says quickly. “No, I just think I might have been... too hasty in rejecting you?”

“Moony,” Sirius sighs. “You have every right to reject me. You don’t have to try and force yourself into feeling something you don’t, just because you pity me, or some stupid twats think they can judge you.”

“I rejected you because I didn’t think you should be with...” Remus gestures vaguely at himself. “Well, with someone like me. It only occurred to me recently, very recently, that I never even considered whether I have feelings for you.”

“And do you...”

“I do.”

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed.”

Sirius lets out a nervous chuckle. “So do you want to-”

“No!”

Sirius blinks in confusion. Remus quickly tries to clarify.

“I mean, no, you already asked me last time, this time I want to ask you.”

Sirius mutters something under his breath about a bloody emotional roller-coaster. Remus continues.

“I already talked to Alyssa MacMillan, and she told me to ‘go get my man’, so since you’re now free this Saturday, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me, as in a date?”

Sirius’ face lights up in a smile so beautiful it makes Remus a little dizzy. “I’d absolutely love to!”

#my tumblr writing #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #lily evans #wolfstar fluff

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eddie-kasalivich · 3 years ago

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A constantly updating list of reasons why Eddie Kasalivich is the perfect man:

1. He’s respectful.

2. He’s polite.

3. He’s very intelligent and good at his job.

4. He gets along with everyone he meets.

5. He’s quiet and a little bit shy.

6. He thinks fast and does what needs to be done.

7. He’s not afraid to take a risk.

8. He’s protective.

9. He looks a lot like Keanu Reeves.

10. He rides a motorcycle (and outruns a nuclear explosion).

11. He’s honest.

12. He always looks kinda confused which is adorable.

13. He never takes advantage of anyone.

14. He’s persistent in figuring out what he doesn’t understand.

15. He’s not materialistic.

16. He’s calm and laid-back, even under pressure.

17. He has excellent taste in fashion.

18. He can make an intense situation not as awful.

19. He sometimes makes little jokes.

20. He never complains about the insanity he goes through.

21. He’s rational and logical.

22. He takes responsibility for his actions.

23. He’s very attentive.

24. He’s very warm.

25. His eyes are like a moonless sky.

26. He has a gentle demeanor.

27. He’s kind to everyone.

28. He smiles a lot (when he’s not in danger).

29. He always keeps his promises.

30. He puts other people’s safety before his own.

31. He’s humble and supports his coworkers.

32. He has very attractive hands.

33. He doesn’t talk unnecessarily.

34. He’s a Leo but acts nothing like one.

35. He has big dreams to help change the world.

36. He’s not easily discouraged.

37. He clearly had a crush on Lily but never made her uncomfortable.

38. He's a machinist.

39. He never hurts anyone until they actively try to hurt him or Lily.

40. He gives credit to anyone who deserves it.

41. He trusts people until they show him they’re not trustworthy.

42. He’s clever and creative.

43. He’s an excellent listener.

44. He’s soft-spoken.

45. He looks amazing in a leather jacket.

46. He understands the value of a good cup of coffee.

47. He’s strong.

48. He’s curious and likes to experiment.

49. He’s inventive.

50. He does whatever he has to do to keep other people safe.

#my love for this man grows every day #i'd make a list of his flaws but he doesn't have any :)#talking about eddie is my favorite pastime in case y'all can't tell #jane talks #list #eddie kasalivich #chain reaction #keanu reeves

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musicfren · 5 years ago

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tend hearts to bloom (our folly exhumed) part 2

Everything takes time to grow. Some good things take so much longer than you could have ever thought possible, and the best things might never grow at all. All you can do is tend to your garden. Part 2 is HERE y’all. Me and @nottesilhouette have finished part two of our hyper-extended flower metaphor saga :P You can read part 1 here. Happy @felinettenovember y’all! May this post last you a lot longer than 3 days <3

Felix lives in a state of “too cool”: too cool to be friends with the kids at school, too cool to be friends with the teachers and faculty, too cold to be friends with anyone at all. So he’s the last to realize when a new trend finds its feverish way across the school in whispers and muffled laughter behind lockers. Normally, he wouldn’t care-- schoolyard trends are little more than the transient, ephemeral whims of children drifting on the winds of their judgement, but there’s something about the ink that peeks through the sleeves of Kim’s shirt that demands his attention.

“What is that?”

“...are you checking out my muscles, bro?” Kim is genuinely baffled, not a trace of judgement in his tone but clearly trying to slot the puzzle pieces together as to when Felix became someone who cared about brawn, either in himself or anyone else. Still, Kim is nothing if not kind, so he flexes in Felix’s direction to give him a better look.

His sleeves ride up when he does, and Felix brushes his arm over the bulge of Kim’s forearm, which probably doesn’t help the confusion. But the ink is irresistible to Felix. It’s familiar and gorgeous, sharp clean lines on Kim’s skin, and so glossy Felix worries it might smudge. It doesn’t.

There on Kim’s wrist, perfectly framed by his bulging veins, is a comically cute grey dumbbell, and a doodled little snapdragon curled around the handle of the weights.

“Oh, dude, did you mean my tattoo?” Kim is clearly relieved that his perception of Felix can remain intact, and helpfully flexes a little more. This is a much more reasonable thing for someone like Felix to find attractive. “Yeah, I finally caved and got it done, I wasn’t really sure what to get, y’know? I didn’t want to show up there like an idiot with no idea what to say or ask for, but Max told me that she was really good about just listening to you talk about what you liked and working with you to get something nice done. I like Max a lot,” he shares conspiratorially.

Felix nods, as if this makes sense, and wanders away. Show up where? Get what done? Clearly someone was drawing this on Kim. There’s no way he could’ve done it himself; it was on his right wrist and Kim is right handed, but… Felix needed to know. He just didn’t know what to ask, or whether he should ask at all.

But Felix knows how to hold his tongue, how to say the right things and keep himself safe, so he waits three days before ending up in a partner project with Max. Not by design, he plans to insist to anyone asking. No one asks.

They’re listing their skills to decide who’ll take which piece of the project when Felix makes his move. “And you draw, too, right?”

“No?” Max looks flummoxed, and Felix panics immediately.

“Oh, well… I just… you had… Kim-told-me-you-drew-a-dumbbell-for-him!” He rushes the sentence out all in one breath, and Max looks more startled at his explanation than anything else, which sends Felix spiraling even more.

But Max just takes a moment (a way too long moment) to process, and then laughs. “Is that what Kim said? He must’ve explained poorly. Nah, he got it the same place I got this.” And then Max is unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it up enough to show off the robot brushed over his abdomen, adorned with a cheerful amaryllis where its heart would be.

“Where… um, where did you get it?”

“Oh, art room after school! I’m surprised you haven’t seen the line out the door yet, it reaches well past the auditorium and I know you like to practice violin there after school. So, the project?”

Max is too focused on the work to answer anything else after that, and Felix is too afraid to try. But he does know that Alya spends ages in the art room writing up articles for her blog as she waits on Marinette.

He doesn’t get a chance to ask Alya anything, though, because Chloe derails the rest of class bragging about the shopping bags on her bicep and thoroughly avoiding the subject of the creator. Each one of them has an orange lily stamped on it in bold color, and Felix snorts. Fitting, though he’d never say it. Beautiful hatred is the modus operandi that Chloe exists on.

The day after that, he waits until Nino is busy getting lunch to corner her at a lunch table.

“Cool drawing, Alya.” Compliments are good, right? Compliments help people get what they want. And Felix wants, needs to know what this is, because there’s something so familiar, important, the way they’re tagged, and he would know it if he just had one hint, the right clue to fit into this picture--

“Thanks! My girl’s talented, don’tcha think? I love the way she let me match Nino.” She tugs down her collar to show off headphones slashed through with a pencil, and the ball of a group of sycamore flowers dangling off the end of the eraser like a pom pom.

Felix bluescreens. No, no, that’s wrong. That’s not what he’d glimpsed on Nino’s neck, and Alya said they matched, something is wrong.

“Why is that flower there?”

Alya laughs. “Well, every designer’s gotta have her tag, right? She’s a real tattoo artist, tags every piece with a flower she chooses out of nowhere. No one can work out what the pattern is, even when we cross referenced traditional flower meanings, but they’re always gorgeous and fit in so well-- have you seen Juleka’s? You’d hardly even notice, it’s so punk rock.”

Nino’s making his way back and there’s no sycamore pom pom on his pencil, just an aster on the ear of the headphones, and Felix’s mind is whirring too fast to follow but Alya is walking away and the clues are slipping away like sand between his fingers and gripping harder only makes them slip away faster and--

“That’s the wrong flower.”

“What?” Nino startles, absolutely taken aback at this out-of-character greeting. He’s used to Felix being curt, speaking out of context, but this is beyond even Nino’s ability to nod through.

“It should be a marigold, right? Creative, passionate, absolutely driven by your art and the things you love, that’s who you are, why is it an aster?”

“...what??”

Felix can do little more than point. “Alya: sycamore, curious, journalistic drive, asking questions and doing everything she can to know a person so she can take care of them. Max: amaryllis, determined and focused on the work he builds and proud of it when it works because he has every right to be. Kim: snapdragon, strong and gracious and so, so, so protective, because that’s who he is so why is yours an aster?!”

“He deserves to know he’s clever, even if he doesn’t feel it.”

Felix whirls around, and Marinette is standing there clutching her bag to her chest, trembling, but glaring at him from half a foot shorter than where he stands. She’s so strong. She’s so strong, and Felix wonders if she kept marigold for herself. She deserves to, if she wanted it.

Maybe it shows on his face, what he’s thinking, or maybe she’s just always been the kindest person he was ever dumb enough to let go, because her gaze softens, hurt and hopeful in equal, anxious measure. “You remembered.”

“...you made it hard to forget.” The way her face crumples confirms that yep, nope, Felix is an idiot. He scrambles to fix it, take it back, get it right this time no matter who’s watching. “No, no!! Like… unforgettable.” His voice is breathy on that last word, nostalgic for a childhood they barely shared, and it’s wrong and someone’s going to make fun of it but right now just for a second he doesn’t care.

“...oh.”

What people really do make fun of him for is the way he ends up apologizing, for hours, sobbing into her blazer and wiping tears from her cheeks, and still not walking into school with her art on his skin, and Felix doesn’t correct them.

He was right: there’s a marigold inked over her heart like a treasure.

There’s a butterfly inked over his, now, landing on the petals of a geranium, and they’ve talked about now. Butterflies, first of all, can live for years, so that wasn’t even true, and friendships… friendships are like flowers. They take root and they grow, and when the sun hits right their seeds will burst into petal and stem and exist, persist, against every odd and obstacle.

She has no idea how apt that butterfly is. Felix brushes his fingers over a brooch barely visible behind his tie, and feels hope blooming in his chest for the first time in years.

This time, he knows how fragile it is. This time, he vows, he’ll keep the sunlight on it, patch the soil around its roots with fertilizer and keep it safe. This time… he’ll love her the way she deserves to be, the way she wants to be loved, the way he knows he’s allowed to.

#felinete #felinette november #felinette november 2020 #felinette month 2020 #felintte month #miraculous ladybug #PV felix #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #tattoo artist #sneeky sneeky akuma reference #agressive flower metaphors #MusicFrenDoesWords

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inkblccd · 6 years ago

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let me scream about my kids | @asheard said:

tell me about therion and tressa

therion is a master thief. in canon, he’s pulled off plenty of heists and made himself a bit of a legend. no one knows him by name or face though, because he doesn’t really....talk to people much on a personal level and when he has a target in mind, they never see him. so basically, to rich people he’s some kind of nameless cryptid that shows up, steals all your shit, calls you a bitch and leaves. to other thieves he’s someone to admire but will still steal all your shit, call you a bitch, and leave. he’s honestly a bit of a kleptomaniac tbh, he’s not all big heists and phantom thieving, sometimes he’ll just pickpocket a random person passing him for no goddamn reason other than he wants to know what they’ve got. a lot of the time it’s stuff he doesn’t even need or particularly want, he just wants it because it’s someone else’s. he steals a lot of weapons, particularly knives because they’re easy to snatch. he’s once stolen an entire live crab off of someone for literally no fucking reason. he’s also stolen the clothes off an unconscious crime lord. they were nice clothes.

he has SERIOUS trust issues. he had a partner once and that ended badly with a pretty serious near-death experience involving being stabbed in the eye and thrown off a cliff into a river. overall not a good time. so it takes him a WHILE to form genuine relationships. he’s really more inclined to throw up fingerguns and back away from them than actually engage with them.

he’s a dumb bitch tbh. beyond the fact that he’s uneducated, he just. does really dumb, reckless shit constantly. he is an agent of chaos. if he cannot find trouble, he will create it. he’s also very sarcastic and tends to deflect his own pain and suffering with dark humor. his likes include knives and fire. his dislikes include being controlled or restrained and heights.

muses i think he’d get along with: isaac would probably be the most capable of befriending therion, i think. also i think he’d get along well with momiji and it would also be extremely difficult for him to dislike alibaba. basically, people who are persistent and good-natured, understand the whole stealing thing, or both are your best bet.

tressa is the only daughter of a merchant family, so taking over the family business has more or less been decided for her future. however, she has a deep desire to see the world. she wants to roam free and have adventures and see impossible things. things that can’t be seen in her tiny coastal town, behind the front counter of a shop. so she leaves home to do exactly that! she’s writing her adventures down in an old journal, given to her by a famous pirate captain, and she intends to fill every last page before even thinking of going home.

she’s little but she’s fierce. she’s absolutely fearless and hates injustice and cruelty. she won’t hesitate to stand up against it, even if she’s alone. she’s clever and quick-witted, so what she lacks in physical strength she makes up for with the innate ability to outsmart most of her opponents. she’s also very honest and straightforward and she has that shrewd merchant’s eye. she’s able to notice even the smallest of imperfections when purchasing something, but tends to overlook most of them-- unless the seller tries to overcharge her, in which case she’ll happily point them out and offer to pay them a fair price or take her business elsewhere. in canon, she’s the foil to therion, so instead of picking pockets, she offers to pay for items that people possess. that said, she doesn’t swindle people! she’s very big on her Merchant’s Honor.

she’s very friendly and high spirited and unless you’re purposefully malicious, she won’t have an issue with you. if you are, however, she’ll tell you off with no hesitation. likes include the ocean and things she’s never seen/done before. dislikes include feeling lonely and people who prefer to step on others rather than help them.

muses i think she’d get along with: tetcho, twain, roland, lily, frejya, ray, tetsu, alibaba, koumei, maybe lua, isaac again, honestly a better question would be who she wouldn’t get along with.

#( ASK: THERION | treading blind no more no more. )#( ASK: TRESSA | gonna tear the lonely places down. )#asheard

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floral-and-fine · 7 years ago

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Worth the Wait

Sirius Black x female reader

A/n: so funny enough I have a shit ton of wips that I've started weeks (months) ago, but this I started writing last night and finished this morning.

Summary: After escaping Azkaban, Sirius recalls an old promise to a close friend.

Warnings: SMUT!!! Some Fluff and some angst!

Sirius was dead tired. He was tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of being a fugitive.

Right now, he was trying to find a place to take refuge. Not only was the wizarding world hunting him down, but muggles too were keeping an eye out for him.

Every headline read the same ’Dangerous Sirius Black’, ‘Notorious Sirius Black’... He doubted there was a person left who would believe him, believe the truth.

At that moment, Sirius thought of you. He tried not to in Azkaban, those happy thoughts would have only drawn the dementors straight to him. In fact, his memories of you were his happiest ones.

He could picture your smiling face so clearly, the sun shining on you, your hair shimmering. He should've told you back then how he felt.

Why was he so damn scared to tell you? You were one of his closest friends, but he wanted you to be so much more.

Now after spending 12 years Azkaban, there wasn't much he could lose now except for maybe his sanity.

He had plenty of chances to tell you before. James and Remus were constantly on his case about it. God, even Lily got involved eventually. But, in fact, he had tried! Yet, it resulted in a ridiculous promise instead.

If there was one thing Sirius knew for sure, he was over 30 and single. ...

“Heard you broke up with that Prefect, babe,” Sirius snickered joining you on the bench.

You shrugged closing your book and setting it aside, “He got boring.”

Sirius laughed, “Got boring?... He's a Prefect, that's guaranteed boredom! Bad choice if you were looking for excitement.”

“Heard you dumped that girl from potions,” you pointed out.

“How'd you hear about that, already?” he narrowed his eyes. “It just happened this morning at breakfast.”

“Oh I know, she was crying and bitching about you in the girl's lavatory to all her friends,” you added in a playful tone.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “It wasn't like we were anything serious.”

“Got your eyes set on someone else, hm?”

“Not necessarily, but-”

“She wanted a commitment, something more meaningful than getting to second base in the common room?”

Sirius smiled, “Something like that.”

“In fact, Padfoot darling,” you mused. “I believe I'm the only girl left in Hogwarts whose heart you haven't broken.”

“Asking me out, sweetheart?” Sirius leaned closer to you.

Honestly, the thought of dating Sirius scared you, because you did love him. You were head over heels in love with him, but all that meant was that he had the power to completely crush you.

You scoffed, “Please, Sirius, if you ever broke my heart, I would have to hex you so bad no girl or boy would look at you the same way!”

“Who says I would break your heart!?” Sirius shot up from his seat. “You are just as notorious as I am. If anything you'd break mine.”

“Alright, then, we agree,” You swallowed thickly.

“Agree to what?” he asked lifting his eyebrow.

“Agree not to date, ever.”

“Ever?” he repeated slack-jawed.

You nodded.

“But-” Sirius's eyes darted back and forth. “That seems pretty extreme.”

“So what? You want to risk our friendship for just a few chances to snog?” you groaned.

“It just seems like a waste to not even try, y/n,” Sirius argued. “What if you're the one for me?”

You sighed loudly, trying to play it cool, but he was not letting up and you were running out of excuses. It was tempting to say yes, but both of you were notorious players. It seemed so unlikely that it would work out.

“How about a promise?” you finally proposed.

“A promise?”

“Yep,” you nodded looking him straight in the eye. “Let's say, if both of us are still single at 30 we get married?”

“Married!” Sirius shouted clearly startled. “That's quite different from dating.”

“I just mean, like a pact,” you quickly explained. “Just think of all the hearts we'll break between now to then?... Maybe you are the one for me, Sirius.”

Sirius smirked, “So what you're saying is that once we've exhausted all other options that we might as well just be with each other?”

“I suppose that's the gist of it.”

“You're lucky you're worth the wait,” Sirius winked. . . . “So how'd it go, Padfoot?” James asked slinging an arm around Sirius's shoulders, as he hopped into the seat next to him.

The Great Hall was bustling as students made their way in and out for lunch.

“It went…” Sirius drawled.

“It went?” Remus questioned sitting across from Sirius and pouring himself a cup of pumpkin juice.

“Don't tell us you didn't tell her!” James whined. “Who knows the next time she'll be available?”

“Listen,” Sirius started to explain. “I tried! I did! But it led elsewhere…”

“Elsewhere? How could “Y/n I love you!” go elsewhere?” James argued, taking a bite out of a roll.

“I didn't tell her that!” Sirius huffed. “I tested the waters… and well, in 14 or so years we'll be married.”

“What?” they said simultaneously.

The look on James and Remus's faces when he told them about the pact was priceless.

“Well, that definitely is elsewhere,” Remus chuckled.

Sirius groaned, burying his head in his hands, “Why couldn't I just tell her?”

“Honestly, it's not that hard, mate. Watch,” James instructed. He stood up and spotted Lily at the opposite end of the long table.

“Hey, Evans!” he shouted drawing her attention to him. “I love you!”

She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him.

James, as usual, was persistent, as quick as he could he headed over to where Lily was sitting.

Remus shook his head and sighed, “Perhaps, that's what you're so afraid of.”

….

Sirius took a deep breath. This was a longshot. He was aware of that. But he had no one he could turn to. And this, this was the one thing he wanted to do before hunting that rat bastard down.

He couldn't believe his eyes as he peered into the window. There you were, somehow even more beautiful than he remembered.

You were busy cooking dinner. He watched a while longer just to make sure that you were alone.

This could be his last chance after all. Throwing caution to the wind, Sirius transformed from being a dog back to a man.

He tried your doorknob and to his surprise, it was unlocked. Quietly, he walked into your home.

“Y/n?”

Immediately, the bowl you were holding slipped from your grasp and shattered on the floor. You couldn't believe your eyes.

“Please don't scream, y/n, please,” Sirius begged.

You clutched your chest, tears threatening to fall. He looked so different, so thin.

“Sirius?” Carefully, you tiptoed towards him. Your fingertips brushed against his cheek, his face was pale and gaunt.

He seemed slightly startled by the physical contact but relaxed noting how long it had it been since he's felt this kind of gentleness.

He smiled, but you could tell underneath that he wanted to cry with you.

“Y/n, I…” Sirius didn't know where to start. Should he try to convince you of his innocence? Explain why he escaped? Tell you how he feels?

His eyes searched yours, but he couldn't get himself to speak. This was wrong, he shouldn't be getting you involved.

“So whose heart have you broken, now?” you teased, wiping away a few stray tears.

“What?” Sirius blinked in surprise.

“Sirius Black showing up out of nowhere…” you explained placing a hand on your hip. “You're a few years late.”

“Sorry about that, love,” he murmured, catching on to your game. A clever way for you to let him know that you're still single, that you still remembered.

“Does a summer wedding sound good to you?” you joked.

“Best time of the year for a wedding, in my opinion,” he played along.

God how he missed this, the banter, the flirting… just being able to be himself with you. You understood him in a way, very few people did.

“I think a small guest list would be best, practical you know?” you continued. You waved your wand and pieces of shattered glass reassembled themselves.

“Really? I always figured you'd want to invite everyone, really rub it in their faces that you're officially off the market.”

“That sounds more like you, dear,” you smirked.

Sirius froze for a moment, spotting his reflection in a mirror. He barely recognized himself. He was an absolute mess covered in God knows what. He probably didn't smell too great either.

He gulped, feeling his confidence slip away, “I'm quite a sight.”

“You just need to wash up!” You showed Sirius to your bathroom, “Help yourself to anything.”

“Anything?” Sirius purred.

“Sirius,” you stated in a stern voice, but you smiled. “Let's save the flirting until after your shower.”

He laughed, already starting to strip before even closing the bathroom door.

The warm water felt so pleasant as Sirius stepped into the shower.

He couldn't believe how it felt to be with you again. For the first time in a decade, Sirius felt human, not just an empty shell. He could feel all the muscles in his body relax, as he started to get comfortable.

He was so worried, that everything would feel awkward and different, that maybe you wouldn't even give him a chance. But you did, you welcomed him with open arms.

He took his time scrubbing every inch of himself. It only makes sense, when someone spends most of their time as a dog, the dirt and grime really start to build up.

Finally, feeling clean Sirius stepped out of the shower. His face looked a little bit better already.

“Y/n sweetheart, that smells fantastic,” Sirius complimented walking into the kitchen.

You laughed, “It's just soup-”

You almost choked seeing Sirius. He was practically naked, just a towel loosely hanging around his hips.

“Are you hungry, too?” he wiggled his brow. “Cause you're drooling.”

“Well, I'm sure if I were topless, you'd also be drooling too.”

“Actually, just the thought alone is pretty tempting.”

You shook your head, “Did you come here for refuge and to reconnect or just to get laid?”

“Can't it be both?” he shrugged.

“Sirius,” you sighed. You had so many questions. Why was he here? What exactly happened that night? What was he planning on doing now?

“I know, y/n,” he muttered, he knew what you were thinking and you had every right to be wary, but he wasn't ready to bring all that up. Not when he was just starting to remember what happy felt like.

“There are so many things for us to discuss but…” he pleaded. “But for right now, for tonight, let me have this.”

You cupped both sides of his face and looked into those gray eyes you loved so much.

“Alright, we'll pretend everything is fine,” you murmured.

You tilted your head and pressed your lips to his. At first, Sirius didn't react, until he recovered from the shock of what was happening.

Cautiously, he held your waist and pulled you closer to him. The kiss began to heat up as your lips parted and his tongue slipped into your mouth.

You moaned at the sensation of his tongue rolling against yours.

Sirius smirked against your lips. He then breaks the kiss and latches onto your neck. His kisses are desperate and hungry. His tongue explores your tender skin and his teeth nibble on the nape of your neck.

You threw your head back, giving him better access to explore your other sweet spots, “More.”

“I'm happy to oblige,” Sirius helped you out of your shirt and bra, dropping both onto the floor.

You shuffled out of your shorts and kicked them aside. You touched across his chest and over his shoulders. Studying the symbols tattooed on his pale skin. You ran your fingers through his damp hair. This time you peppered him with kisses all over his collarbone.

You kissed along his jawline feeling his stubble and beard tickling your cheek. Your breasts pushed against his chest.

The skin to skin contact felt amazing.

Feeling your hands and body pressed against his skin healed him in a way nothing else ever could. All those years spent numb and alone immediately erased by your warm and loving touch.

“Don't stop touching me,” he mewled. “I don't think I've needed anything more.”

All he wanted was to be with you like this forever. To remain forever in your warmth, to not ever have to feel that coldness again.

You noticed the towel he was wearing was starting to pitch a tent. Carefully you palmed his erection and watched as Sirius closed his eyes and bit his lip.

You could feel how long and thick his cock was through the fabric. It didn't take much for you to undo it, letting the towel fall to his feet.

His moans were music to your ears as you stroked the shaft of his cock. He grabbed your hand, tugging it away from his dick.

“Sorry,” he chuckled lightly. “But I won't last long if you continue.”

Sirius guided you onto your back on the floor. He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing the tip of cock between your folds. He used your wetness to lubricate his shaft.

Typically, he would've done so much more before fucking like rubbing your clit, edging you to the near brink of an orgasm, fingering your tight cunt. But he couldn't hold out much longer, his self-control wearing thin.

He grunted and huffed as he pressed his cock inside of you. Your slick walls squeezed deliciously around his shaft.

“Sirius,” you gasped as his cock stretched your little hole.

He paused for a minute, allowing you time to adjust and giving himself a moment to admire your lovely face as it contorts.

He began to rock in and out of you. His cock reaching deeper and deeper into your cunt. Your back arched as he hit your g-spot.

You reached out, feeling his shoulder blades move and his muscles tighten.

You head started to spin as you became overwhelmed by pleasure. The only sounds you could hear were Sirius's panting and the wet slapping sounds of your flesh and his making contact.

You can feel your climax building. Soon your toes curl and you tremble as your body drifts into a euphoric state.

Sirius's nails dug into your thighs as he shudders against you. Your own orgasm causing him to cum. He grunts and growls loudly as he fills your pussy with his sperm.

His cock stayed buried in your cunt as he collapsed on top of you. That was probably the most intimate and emotional sex you've ever had.

The kitchen floor felt so cold against your hot skin. Needily, Sirius's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist and his head nestled between your breasts.

“I love you, y/n. I wish I had told you sooner.”

You felt his tears run down onto your chest.

“I love you too,” you cooed playing with his hair.

“I want to stay but I can't…you deserve-”

“Shut it,” you reprimanded him. “I don't want to hear that. You're mine now, Sirius.”

“Y/n, I have to clear my name, I have to avenge James and Lily…” he explained, he nuzzled against you, needing more of your warmth. “I need to explain it all to my godson… to Harry.”

“Of course,” you swallowed, trying to hold back tears.

“We agreed on a summer wedding, right?” he mused quietly.

You nodded.

“I'll have this all sorted out by then, I promise,” he assured. Sirius raised his head, his hand gently caressing the side of your face. “Think you can wait a little longer for me?”

“You're worth the wait,” you whispered, placing your hand on top of his.

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jennifersylvesters · 7 years ago

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not so subtle - part three

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader Word Count: 4.3k~ Warning: swearing A/N: meant to post this yesterday, but was a bit overwhelmed with interviews. i actually immensely enjoyed working on this part, especially because i got to add more dialogue this time around. this is a halloween part aka me trying to get caught up to the current holiday shenanigans. as always, feedback is always appreciated/loved aka give me validation

If there a holiday that reigned supreme in your mind, it was definitely Halloween. An excuse to watch themed movies and binge out on sweets? Who could say no to that? And with the day after making it possible to purchase discounted candy, it made Halloween the ultimate holiday that keeps on giving.

While you didn’t discuss it, you secretly loved dressing up for Halloween. You liked being able to wear absurd outfits that you normally wouldn’t be able to wear besides that specific day. And ever since freshman year of college, you enjoyed the freedom of wearing a revealing costume without the consequence of your parents insisting that you change into warmer clothes. You liked how some guys would get hot and bothered by your outfit, often flirting like mad with you. Of course you couldn’t flirt for to save your life, but the attention was nice. And it was true what they said in Mean Girls: “Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.”

This year you had been invited to tag along to one of the biggest Halloween bashes in Hollywood. Naturally your excitement had been at an all time high knowing that big celebrities would be in attendance. But it meant that you needed to step your costume game up. You couldn’t just go to a regular party store and grab whatever flattered you best. No, you needed something fun yet clever. It had to be appealing yet not generic that others could be wearing the same thing. You wanted to get attention on you, having guys ridiculously into you.

When you received your costume, you knew no one else would be wearing that, and that attention would definitely be on you. Except it wasn’t the way you hoped it would happen. Thanks a lot, Tom Holland.

Honestly it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Tom’s gestures of goodwill were now the worst. Long gone were the days of him just spotting you cash or comping your meals. Ever since the laundromat incident, he seemed determined to make it up to you. They just never turned out the way he hoped. The time he sent you a box of handmade chocolates? You just about choked to death when you realized he used salt instead of sugar. Those nice flowers he sent to your apartment? Turns out you were allergic to Peruvian lilies; the flowers made you break out like crazy.

Unless Emma’s name was attached to whatever excitement Tom seemed giddy about, it usually ended up a disaster. Your costume choice definitely fell into that category.

When you shared how ecstatic you were about getting to join Emma and Tom, you couldn’t help but wonder aloud what costume you should get. It was at that moment that Tom quickly volunteered to get you a costume. Naturally you hesitated. With how previous accidents had progressed, you couldn’t imagine things ending well in this scenario. You didn’t want to mess up this huge opportunity. But when Tom insisted you wouldn’t regret it, eyes pleading for you to take another chance, you reluctantly gave in.

Now you were wishing you hadn’t.

“How does someone get teletubby and tomb raider mixed up?” you seethed, stumbling around your apartment building. Your costume came the day of Halloween, the huge package arriving at your doorstep. Tom and Emma insisted you waited until they got there so they could watch your surprised expression. And surprised you were. Along with confused and angry.

Though Tom promised to get you a sexy costume, you had been delivered a bright red teletubby costume. Tom stammered as he claimed he ordered a Lara Croft outfit for you. Emma managed to convince you to at least try on the costume, stating you might actually like it when you wore it. Ha ha. Yeah right. If anything, it made your blood boil looking at how childish you looked.

“You look really cute!” Kimberly complimented your costume as you huffed around, trying to get used to the absurd amount of space it took up.

“That’s cause you’re wearing a costume you actually like” you snapped, turning to your roommate who currently wore a vagina costume. Honestly you weren’t even aware those existed till she proudly displayed it a week ago.

“I can now properly show boys where the clitoris is” she announced defiantly. “Who else can say their costume is a teaching moment?”

“Who would wanna say their costume is a teaching moment?” you grumbled under your breath.

“Teachers potentially. Maybe possibly even historians” she replied quickly, causing your irritation to rise.

“I think Kimmy’s costume is quite clever” her girlfriend, Sarah, piped up from the living room couch.

“Are you Sherlock Holmes?” Tom asked, eying Sarah’s ensemble. She tipped her deerstalker hat his direction as she flashed him a toothy grin.

“Ding ding. You are correct, Danny Zuko” Sarah responded. Tom beamed, pleased at himself that he got her costume right as well as her recognizing his attire. For the party he slicked back his hair like a greaser and gussied up as a member of the T Birds. If it wasn’t for his blunder, you might’ve complimented him. But he was currently on your shit list, which meant absolutely no compliments.

“Hope you don’t mind me asking, but why Sherlock Holmes?” Tom questioned, curiosity getting the best of him.

Sarah and Kimberly exchanged glances and sly smiles before Sarah turned to Tom. “Oh, you know. Just so when boys try to hit on me, I can say I’m on the case to find my heterosexuality which plot twist: it doesn’t exist.”

“Or you could do ‘I’ve just solved the case of whether or not this flirting works out in your favor. Turns out I will absolutely not be going home with you tonight’” Kimberly piped up. The two of them high fived one another before breaking out into giggles.

Even when the pair were being weird, you couldn’t deny how cute they were. Still, you were upset that you looked like a children's program character instead of a sexy goddess. Somehow your anger wasn’t just limited to Tom but to those having a better time in general.

“So you’re a vagina and Sherlock Holmes” you stated flatly. “You could’ve been Watson, Kimberly. Or a goddamn vagina and penis.” Both of them made a face at the latter body part. “Or fine! Two vaginas then! But nooo, you had to go and be a vagina and Sherlock Holmes. God, you guys are so weird” you rolled your eyes.

“We wanted to defy the typical costume choices, Y/N. And we’re just party hopping down Greek row with our friends; it’s not like we plan on impressing anyone. We just wanna have fun” Kimberly explained as she took Sarah’s hand in hers. She understood that your frustrations were misdirected so she kept her voice steady and patient.

Unlike you, Kimberly turned down Tom’s invitation to the Hollywood party. She had no interest in mingling with celebrities who would probably expect her to know their name. You knew how terrible she could get about differentiating the Chris’s.

“I mean, it is a bit strange of costume choice” Tom commented, attempting to take your side. He hoped that if he showed a bit of camaraderie, you might be a little more forgiving towards his blunder. Haha. Not today, Thomas.

“Says the kid who couldn’t tell the difference between tomb raider and teletubby” you snapped, hands resting on your waist irritatedly. Well, it rested on where your waist would be. The gigantic costume made it difficult for you to distinguish where any of your curves were.

“And how well do you know the female anatomy, Tom? Would you like to point out where the clitoris is on my costume?” Kimberly asked, something in her voice clearly egging him on. He knew better than to try and point out something like that, especially if he got it wrong; he would never live down that humiliation. So he shook his head and refused to make eye contact with either of you. The male took a seat on the couch next to Sarah who just laughed and patted his shoulder.

As Tom sullenly moped on the couch, Emma pulled you aside to your room.

“He meant well, Y/N” she attempted to reassure you.

“Yeah, that seems to be the typical Tom excuse at this point.” She gave you a look, letting you know to cool it.

“I get it. Obviously this isn’t the look you were going for-”

“Yeah, no kidding” you muttered under your breath.

“-But Tom was trying, okay? He really just wants to make you happy because he cares about you. He would not have gone through all that effort just to screw you over on purpose.” You knew she was right, but you just grumbled. “Tom thinks of you as a good friend, and you know he feels really bad about this.” Yeah yeah. “Just don’t hold this against him. Please? For me?”

Everything she was saying made sense, but a part of you wanted to hold on to your anger for just a little longer. Emma looked at you, waiting for a response. Letting out a dramatic groan, you nodded your head.

“Listen, Tom’s mistake aside, you are the cutest teletubby.”

“This isn’t exactly a sexy costume, Ems” you pointed out, but she persisted.

“Someone out there isn’t gonna care about sexy costumes. They’re just gonna think ‘wow! I cannot get over that adorable teletubby’. And they’re gonna want to get with you.”

“I feel like I should be worried about any guy that wants to hook up with a teletubby.” She rolled your eyes playfully at your comment.

“Someone out there is gonna agree with me and know you’re the cutest teletubby. You’re gonna be all that matters to them, Y/N. It’s not gonna be about the outfit; it’s going to be about you” she continued. “So do me a favor and not stay mad at Tom? Because your costume is gonna attract the person who’s right for you.”

The two of you shared a smile as she gently rubbed your mitten covered hand. “Danny Zuko’s really lucky to have you, Sandy” you joked.

Emma smiled and shrugged pretending to act nonchalant. “Oh, you know. Sandra Dee is truly the best” she responded as she flipped the synthetic hair of her wig.

The two of you headed out of your room and back into your living room only to come upon the sight of Sarah and Kimberly chanting for Tom to point out the clitoris. He looked downright miserable and unsure of himself. You snickered under your breath as Emma told the pair to knock it off.

Ten minutes later a large van came to pick all of you up to take you to the party. You could feel your jitters getting the best of you as you knee rapidly bounced up and down. “You look really great” Tom chimed as the vehicle came to a stop near the party entrance. You grunted out a ‘thanks’, knowing he only said that to make you feel better. Too bad it wasn’t working.

As soon as the car door opened, you hustled to make it in to the building. The last thing you wanted were paparazzi snapping photos of you as a guest. “Please don’t let me become a meme” you prayed as someone snapped a photo of you.

The building was packed, filled with star studded faces. You got multiple glances from those around you, but it wasn’t the way you hoped. Instead of “I’m totally into that chick” vibes, you received “that’s a massive teletubby” looks. You waddled around wishing something would just go right around celebrities for once.

Making your way towards the open bar, you felt something yank on your leg. Turning you spotted a small child in a dinosaur costume. “Erm, hello?” you greeted the girl as she gazed up at you in awe.

“Are you Po?” she asked, her tone hopeful you would say yes.

“I guess I am” you replied. Technically you were wearing a Po costume, which made you Po. You figured it wouldn’t be lying.

The girl’s face lit up as she proceeded to hug you. “Will you come meet daddy with me? Please?” she looked up from her tight hold.

You knew you shouldn’t get involved. After all, you didn’t even know this kid. Plus you just wanted to drink the night away if you weren’t going to enjoy your usual Halloween flirtations. You decided that you had to be firm and just say no. “Okay?” Crap.

Somehow she managed to convince you to pick her up as the two of you searched for her dad. “I’m India” she introduced herself.

“Very nice to meet you, India. Would you mind telling me where your father is now?”

“I think he’s around there” she gestured to your left and you followed her direction. “Oh! He’s right there!” she screeched as she pointed straight ahead. You winced at the shrillness ringing in your ear. “Daddy!” she squealed as she waved to a man also wearing a dinosaur costume. As her father turned around, you nearly dropped her as you realized who he was.

“Oh, there’s where you’ve been!” Chris Hemsworth called out as he approached you and his daughter.

“Y-You...You Thor” you croaked out, gesturing randomly with your free hand.

“That I am” he proudly agreed, taking no mind to your nervousness. “And are you taking care of my little girl?”

Right as you were about to say no, India chimed “Yes! Po is the best!” What the-

Two smaller children, one dressed up as a Dalmatian while the other wore a rhino costume, approached you eagerly. “It’s Po!” one of them cried out excitedly.

“Ah, it seems they’ve also taking a liking to you as well” Chris noted, watching as his twins comfortably moved to hold on to your legs. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind the two boys tagging along as well.”

“I-uh-I” you stuttered, unsure of what to say. It sure looked as if you were a caretaker with the way they all clung to you. Were you even allowed to say no to Thor?

“Excellent! Glad to know they are in capable hands” he clapped his hands in delight, ignoring that you hadn’t actually gave an answer. He rustled his eldest child’s hair as he headed off.

“Alright then” you weakly called out to no one in particular. Sasha wrapped his chubby arms around your left leg as Tristan tugged on your other leg. Oh boy. You definitely weren’t expecting this. Letting out a deep sigh, you figured you could babysit for a bit. After all, it couldn’t be that hard.

What started off as just playing with three children ended up escalating to multiple kids. Apparently no child could resist the idea of playing with Po. You weren’t even sure how, but one child - whose damn demon of a child was it? - managed to climb your back and yanked viciously on your round antenna. You just about flung him off before remembering children were living human beings with parents that could easily sue you. Nope. Don’t want that.

So you did your best to entertain them, feeling yourself getting drained by their unwavering energy. Who the hell decided to hop these children on sugar? “Pick me up again!” India demanded, waving her arms up towards you.

“Say ‘please’” you instructed. If you were going to be their play friend, you at least wanted to get a decent amount of respect.

“Pleaaaase” she pleaded, hands grasping at the air wanting desperately to be carried.

“Good job, kiddo” you praised her as you picked her up and gently bounced her up and down. She giggled at your actions, clearly enjoying herself. Well, at least one of us is having a good time. All you wanted was to look and feel sexy for tonight, but obviously that went down the drain. Damn.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Harrison walking around the building. No surprise that he chose a costume that showed off his abs, choosing to dress up as a gladiator. He really only sported the top armor, going mostly shirtless and causing girls to gawk and fawn over him. In some ways you were jealous that he got to flaunt something while you were being mobbed by children. But mostly your mind repeatedly played the same sentence: Fuck Harrison Osterfield’s gladiator costume.

About an hour of being the children's companion, you managed to wrangle them off of you when you could feel your bladder getting full. With the massive costume, you knew there was no way you could get into the women’s restrooms without constantly bumping and potentially angering someone. So you settled for occupying one of the bigger family restrooms with single occupancy.

Except you couldn’t use the actual toilet. Thanks to all the stuffing in the suit, you struggled to grab the zipper at the back. You swore under your breath as your hands swatted towards the zipper, unable to grab it. You fumbled around, trying to figure a way out so you could enjoy the sweet release of peeing.

Bam! The bathroom door swung open and you yelped in surprise as a girl in a playboy bunny costume stumbled in. You internally cursed yourself for forgetting to lock the door. Well at least it was only her.

Psych. The girl dragged someone else by the hand, pulling none other than Harrison into your view.

“Oops!” the woman chirped as she spotted you.

“Oh, sorry m-PFFFTT” Harrison begun to apologize to who he assumed was a stranger but absolutely lost it at the sight of you. Your face turned as red as the costume, completely embarrassed in front of him.

Harrison’s female company tugged on his hand, clearly wanting to leave, but he couldn’t stop laughing. He howled loudly, squatting as tears came out of his eyes from laughing so hard.

You couldn’t get fast out of there enough.

No seriously. You actually couldn’t. The costume made it difficult for you to slip between the pair. So you awkwardly stood in front of them, shifting from leg to leg, still needing to pee like crazy.

The playboy bunny obviously did not find the situation as hilarious as Harrison. To her you were just some stranger in a childish costume. She let go of his hand and with a flip of her hair, she left. Harrison didn’t bother stopping her as he let his now free hand rest on his knee. He stood up slowly, still chuckling every couple seconds.

“Oh, man. I really needed a good laugh” he grinned, wiping away tears from his eyes.

“Great. And I really need Emma. So can you get out of here and go get her for me?” you asked impatiently. Despite asking him for a favor, your constant irritation with him never wavered.

“What’d you need Emma for? So you can get laughed at some more?” His grin widened, and you shoved his shoulder.

“No, smartass. I need to pee.” He raised an eyebrow, and you continued. “I can’t get this stupid zipper down, and I need her help so I can finally use the restroom.”

“Well jeez, Lil Skunk. I can help with that” he pointed out. Oh. This was true.

You really didn’t want him around you in general, but the choice of denying his help was outweighed by your need to use the toilet. “Fine” you conceded with a huff.

“All you have to do is ask me nicely” he added, a mischievous look dancing in his eyes.

“Are you kidding me?” you snapped. Of course Harrison Osterfield would come with terms and conditions for kindness. Obviously the laundromat incident must’ve been a fluke. Or perhaps he had a concussion that night which made him unaware of how kind he could actually be without special circumstances attached. That sounds about right.

“C’mon now. Not too difficult” he commented, crossing his arms as he waited for your polite attitude.

Maybe it was better to just pee in this costume. Kids did it all the time. You could join their league.

“Y/N, all you have to do is say ‘Harrison, I would love for you to help me out sooo much’” he assured you, knowing full well it would drive you mad.

“Osterfield. Help me before I pee in this costume” you gritted out.

“Say please” he called out in a singsong voice.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s not the magical word, Y/N” he tutted, shaking his head in fake disappointment.

“I’m gonna kill you, Osterfield” you fumed on the verge of murdering him.

“All you gotta do is say please.” It sounded so simple, yet you struggled to say that one word he craved to hear.

You furrowed your brows, glaring at his easygoing disposition. Had anyone ever been strangled by a teletubby before? Maybe tonight would be the night.

“Please” you finally caved.

“Of course, Lil Skunk. Anything for you.” He batted his eyelashes innocently. Fuck this guy.

You yanked off the costume head before turning around so he could unzip you. Within a couple of seconds, he easily slid the zipper down despite you struggling earlier for what felt like eternity. You let out a sigh of relief as you finally felt the weight of the costume sliding off.

Harrison’s eyes widened as you stepped out of the costume, surprised to see you wearing nothing but a lacy slip and nice lingerie. Before he could comment, you bunched up the costume and turned around to face him.

“Move it, Osterfield!” you barked, shoving the costume in his arms. “Just wait outside with the costume. Now get out so I can finally pee!” you informed him as you pushed him out of the bathroom.

Once you finished your business, you peeked your head out of the bathroom. Some part of you wondered if Harrison took off without a second thought. You wouldn’t put it past him to play a trick on you, especially on such a fitting night. Yet he stood outside the bathroom, peering at you when you opened the door. He smiled, head tilted ever so slightly as he took in your appearance. “Should I call you Lil Teletubby from now on?” he teased.

“Fuck off” you grumbled as you opened the door further to let him in.

He shut the door and locked it before helping you put back on your costume. Your right hand weighed on his bicep as you concentrated on slipping back into the suit. No notice was paid as Harrison eyed your figure. Yanking up the top portion, you shimmied slightly to get comfortable before he zipped you up.

Plopping the head back on, your costume was now complete once more. You waddled out of the bathroom with Harrison, making your way back to the festivities.

“You wanna tell me now or shall I wait for Tom?” he inquired, gently bumping your padded shoulder. You groaned, deciding to just explain what happened. You knew if he asked his best friend, the endless stream of “I’m sorry” texts would follow in suit. No thank you.

“Tom decided to order my costume. Made a mistake and chose teletubby instead of tomb raider. How one does that I have no idea. But he somehow did. So now I’m wearing this” you summarized up the predicament that fell upon you.

“That div” he chuckled. “Well, the costume certainly fits your personality.”

“Go fuck yourself, Osterfield.”

“C’mon. That was a good one. I deserve at least a high five for that.”

“What you deserve a swift kick in the nuts. And you’re definitely making me want to do that.” He laughed, obviously unbothered by your potential threat.

“Y’know, you didn’t have to wear that.” You grunted as he proceeded to gesture to the party goers. “I mean, look around. You could’ve just thrown on a pair of cat ears with your” -he paused, clearing his throat- “uh, outfit underneath your costume. You could’ve called it a day with just that.”

“What’s your point, Lil Shit?”

“I just wanna know why you wore that costume.”

Your brows furrowed as you stopped walking, trying to figure out your answer. Harrison hovered a couple inches away, watching you piece your thoughts together.

“I mean, as much as I’m not a fan of the costume, Emma was right about Tom. He put a lot of effort into trying to help me out” you admitted before giving your best casual shrug. “I dunno. I just don’t wanna feel ungrateful to such a nice guy, even if this definitely is in the top five dumbest things he’s done. Like there’s no way I would’ve been able to come here to a cool place like this if it wasn’t for him. And I mean, hey. There’s always next Halloween, right?”

Harrison leaned over and before you could even process what was happening, he kissed you tenderly on the cheek. “That’s very kind of you, love.” It was the second time he’s called you by that name, catching you by surprise. There was something soft and tender in his voice, making you feel special for the first time tonight.

Your heart raced as you bit down on your lip and you found yourself getting self conscious around him. Your eyes locked with one another and you took in the brightest blue eyes imaginable. Was he always this gentle? His eyes glanced at your lips, now gently parted and slightly glossy. Harrison turned away, rubbing the back of his neck.

That’s when you saw it: Harrison was blushing. The consistently cocky Harrison was getting red in the face. And it was over you? You didn’t even think that was a possibility, especially in your current state.

“See ya” he called out in a gravelly tone as he walked away, still refusing to make eye contact with you.

You watched his figure disappear into the crowd and were left with one question: what the hell just happened?

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licnbcrn · 6 years ago

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Headcanon | 04.

Lily’s patronus ||

So while the books say Lily’s patronus was a doe, I don’t like that at all. I think it ends up tying her personality into James too much ( it’s almost always mentioned “james and lily potter.” we get very little canon info about lily herself, and i can understand why -- harry relates more to james, but i feel as if it’s a disservice to lily as her own independent person ) So, it’s important to note that MY lily’s patronus is a fox

The WHY:

Foxes are very clever -- there’s a reason why they’re described as wily, cunning even. Foxes generally symbolize the ability to think quickly and adapt, and in Celtic mythology symbolizes cleverness and wisdom. Depending on the lore in other cultures, foxes are also associated with the after life and protection from evil.

Foxes also symbolize a gentle and kind nature, and willingness to be crafty in necessary situations.

Foxes are most commonly seen in association with the sun, representing desire, passion, intensity and expression. Though the fox is most commonly seen as a trickster, the fox in mythology encourages “thinking out side the box.” In this case, foxes are often seen as “bad omens” and sometimes associated with dark magic ( a subject which lily is greatly interested in ).

When a fox hunts, it’s entire body is pointed like an arrow, straight and tightly-aimed, indicating determination, strong will-power, and a powerful focus. Some of Aesop’s fables show foxes as cunning individuals, who often have to teach humans to overcome fear ( particularly of the unknown ). Foxes are small animals, but are powerful in their own right, and often project a large presence. Ultimately, foxes are a symbol of magic.

Vixens ( female foxes ) are extremely protective of their young, and are surprisingly loyal to them. A mother protecting her kits can become very hostile towards the threat and are more than willing to sustain injury or death if it means protecting their young.

Foxes symbolize sexual energy, feminine magic, and fertility. Foxes are also associated with shapeshifting, cleverness, feminine courage, persistence, gentleness, swiftness, diplomacy, wildness, adaptation, protection, and being a provider.

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romcomathon2016 · 7 years ago

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Admission (USA, 2013)

Predictions: Alex predicted, based off vague memories of the trailer, that Tina Fey worked in admissions for...somewhere, and Paul Rudd was a parent trying to get his kid into a school? Kat, feeling a desire to mix it up, predicted that Paul Rudd wanted to go to the school himself. Ooooo, a twist!

Plot: Tina Fey is a Princeton admissions officer -- a position that makes her both wildly popular and wildly unpopular. She lives with long-term boyfriend Professor Michael Sheen, but their relationship is...shall we say...lacking. When her boss, Wallace Shawn, declares that this will be his last year as Dean of Admissions, Tina Fey knows she has to be more competitive to get his job. She journeys to Paul Rudd’s hippie school in New Hampshire to meet his first-ever graduating class. You know, one of those farm schools with cows and snowshoeing and stuff. (Okay, you may not know. BUT WE SURE DO. #a very specific New England experience) There, she meets Paul Rudd’s favorite student, Nat Wolff, who is apparently a genius.

BUT OH LOOK, A TWIST (not the one we predicted): Paul Rudd secretly actually brought Tina Fey there to meet Nat Wolff not just because he is a genius, but because Paul Rudd suspects that Nat Wolff, who was adopted, is actually Tina Fey's biological son, whom she gave up for adoption while she and Paul Rudd were both at Dartmouth. (The non-stop East Coast academic name-dropping in this movie, btw. Colleges. Private schools. We lol-ed.) Yeah, he just springs this on her after dinner, nbd, and she’s like WHAT???? and he’s like, “I have a Xeroxed birth certificate that matches with my vague recollection from the Dartmouth grapevine!” (Spoiler alert: this is not the thorough amount of research one should do before dropping this kind of bombshell on a stranger, PAUL RUDD.) Tina Fey, scarred from her disorganized upbringing at the hands of Lily Tomlin, who is...a very specific kind of New Englander, is basically terrified of parenthood, though. So she flees from Paul Rudd. Understandably.

However, also understandably, back at home/work, Tina Fey cannot quite put this news out of her head. Furthermore, Professor Michael Sheen tells her he’s impregnated a co-worker and is leaving her. Yikes. Rough go of it for Tina Fey. Then Paul Rudd, good old persistent Paul Rudd, accompanies Nat Wolff on a Princeton tour** and takes this opportunity to continue to accost Tina Fey. After like...three of these confrontations, she agrees to look at Nat Wolff’s transcripts and whatnot. Shocker — he is not an amazing student. Like, had a D+ average before transferring to Paul Rudd's hippie school. But he does have great test scores and is, like we said, apparently a genius. So Tina Fey, questionably in terms of both admissions-officer ethics and wisdom, goes to bat for this kid she thinks is probably her son.

After some shenanigans -- including Tina Fey hooking up with Paul Rudd and sucking up to all her colleagues -- the admissions committee nonetheless fails, alas, to accept Nat Wolff. (Understandable. Look, it’s Princeton. Nat Wolff, perhaps you should have visited some other schools. Hampshire, perhaps?) BUT THEN. An extremely disappointed, disillusioned Tina Fey receives a phone call from a high school counselor who informs her that one of Princeton’s accepted students will actually be attending Yale. An extra spot!!!! Tina Fey seizes this opportunity, super unethically, and switches up the admissions records so Nat Wolff gets in. OF COURSE SHE IS FOUND OUT IMMEDIATELY, having committed the World’s Most Obvious Admissions-Officer Crime, but, as she knew would be the case, Wallace Shawn can only demand her resignation, not rescind the acceptance, as he does not want Princeton’s whole ~system to be called into question. Clever-ish, Crazed Tina Fey...we suppose...

Anyway, so, she’s lost her job, but it’s fine! She has new meaning in her life! She’s going to bond with her son, Nat Wolff! Right?? NOT SO FAST. Turns out Nat Wolff is not her biological son — Paul Rudd, like, misread the birth certificate, basically. (OH MY GOD. GET IT TOGETHER, PAUL RUDD.) Tina Fey is understandably super pissed at Paul Rudd, etc. Has a confrontation with Lily Tomlin, blah blah blah, grows as a person, blah blah blah... Eventually, she and Paul Rudd get together for real, and she goes to the adoption agency to try to initiate contact with her actual biological son. He writes back that he isn’t ready yet to meet her, but maybe someday.

**A Quick Geography PSA: In this movie, people are constantly driving between Keene, NH, and Princeton, NJ. As people who are familiar with both of those places/have Google Maps, we would like to inform anybody who is thinking of making this drive themselves (MISLED BY THIS FILM, PERHAPS) -- it is a five-hour drive. Not a twenty-minute jaunt, as this movie makes it appear. UNLESS YOUR CAR IS SECRETLY ALSO AN AIRPLANE.

Best Scene: Tina Fey at the English department party she hosts with Professor Michael Sheen, during which he leaves her. Her breakdown is quite humorous. Poor Tina Fey. Also, we enjoyed every time Professor Michael Sheen turned up subsequently, his appearance generally serving to highlight Tina Fey’s sad life. (Oh, Michael Sheen. He’s always so Michael Sheen.)

Worst Scene: Hmmm. Honestly, watching the admissions officers reject the various accomplished high-schoolers was sad. (WE'RE SOFT, OKAY???? WE WOULD NEVER MAKE IT AS ADMISSIONS OFFICERS.) (Although...we did also judge those poor kids a bit ourselves. ONLY TWO EXTRACURRICULARS, HUH. AT PRINCETON???? ...Alas, we are all products of our #millennial time.)

Best Line: “We’re going to play a fun game. It’s called ‘Spot the Nobel Prize Winner.’” — Princeton tour guide, making us nerd-giggle at the beginning of the film. Also, we enjoyed when Tina Fey went to Paul Rudd's hippie school and got dressed down by his Extremely Argumentative & Socially Conscious students, and managed to retort that, GOSH, IN ORDER TO CHANGE THE WORLD, REGRETTABLY, SOME OF THEM MIGHT NEED A COLLEGE DEGREE.

Worst Line: This movie was relatively self-aware and basically fine, for what it was. We didn’t groan at anything specifically.

Highlights of the Watching Experience: "Wait, have I seen this movie? ...Or have I just been to this house??" -- Kat, when Tina Fey first walked into Lily Tomlin's bicycle-filled, plant-filled, New-England-hippie home. Alex: "Girl, we have both been to this house."

How Many POC in the Film: Paul Rudd has a tween son (adopted from Uganda) that, whoops, we did not mention once in the plot summary, but who is actually a fairly major character that we enjoyed. Also, Tina Fey's main admissions-office rival is a woman of color. Those were the big ones. To be fair, it was semi-rural New England/Princeton. #white AF #we would know

Alternate Scenes: Well... It's not like we loved this film, but it did not actively offend us. We probably could not be bothered to change anything about it. We did find it slightly implausible how “rootless and impulsive” Paul Rudd apparently was. He does usually seem like he'd be the other person in that argument, if you know what we mean.

Was the Poster Better or Worse than the Film: Worse? The poster, while slightly funny, makes Paul Rudd appear even more uncouth in his choices than he actually is. Also, it needs punctuation.

Score: 6 out of 10 highly selective smooches. Look, we should clarify. This was not a great romcom. It was, like, fine. It was inoffensive. The premise is a bit weird. The movie is mostly about Tina Fey. It's kind of funny...sometimes…? We perhaps got particular enjoyment out of this film for personal reasons. #new england #privilege #nothing could be more familiar to us than this collection of well-meaning, miscellaneously wealthy white people who love sailing and/or trees and/or slightly tone-deafly helping the poor

Ranking: 47, out of the 148 movies we’ve seen so far. Welcome to the top 50, Admission! Boy, was that unexpected. (If you are not from this very specific world that we are from, we do not recommend this film. Just to be clear.)

#admission #tina fey #paul rudd #2013

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homenum-revelio-hq · 6 years ago

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Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix, Ky!

You have been accepted for the role of REMUS LUPIN, with your requested faceclaim change to Luke Pasqualino! Your application was outstanding. I particularly enjoyed how you incorporated Remus’ lycanthropy into his actions and life, as well as the extent his missions for the Order have taken a toll on his relationships. I am so excited to have you as part of this roleplay!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Ky

AGE: 28

TIMEZONE: PST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: [TRIGGERS REDACTED] I’m heading into practicum until late November, so until then I’ll be around for a few short replies or a long one a day, at least. I’m always an active participant in group chats, plotting, and so on!

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Remus John Lupin

AGE: 21

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cisgender male, he, questioning

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood/Half-breed

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor

ANY CHANGES: I’d love to use Luke Pasqualino, if that’s alright! His role in Snatch brings forward a lot of the tightly restrained (and not-so-restrained) anxiety, frustration, and tiredness that I’m feeling for Remus, at this point in his life. He’s also got the right kind of gentle sweetness and strength.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Above all, Remus understands the power of compassion and the delicacy of trust. Perhaps because he’s found so little of both in life, and when he has, it’s always seemed so fragile; if they only knew. The Marauders and Lily, they’re the only people who’ve ever found out the truth. And still, still, they stayed, and pulled him in, kept him close. Ever since, he’s been striving to be worthy of that. They always told him he was. It was never easy to believe them, but… for a while, there, at Hogwarts, he very nearly did. Now? It’s only getting harder. Self-doubt and self-loathing, needless to say, is a near-constant and poisonous part of Remus’s life.

His usual evasiveness has only become more marked, lately. He rarely gets too personal with strangers, and avoids drawing attention to himself, staying softspoken and focused on whatever he’s meant to be doing. Which should say something about how terrifying it was for him to speak up before the Order, asking about the half-breeds, where they fit into the Task Force’s mandate. But it was the right thing to do.

He’s let those right things slip by him before. Snape knows that, all too well. Remus wishes he hadn’t let the Marauders do their schoolmate so much damage, and then he was a prefect, for God’s sake, but… as much as he tried to rein his friends in, to be the voice of sense, he could only do so much. Why? Because of all the things he’s afraid of, losing his handful of friends ranks highest. No contest. That desperation is just about all that will get between Remus and making good choices. With all this suspicion in the air, though, the edges of good and right are murkier by the day.

It’s important to note that trusting doesn’t come naturally to Remus. He’s wary, self-defensively so - he’s had to be. Break that fragile, hard-earned trust, and it’ll be very, very hard to repair. Sirius could tell you that. Still, Remus doesn’t have to trust people to be kind to them. Worn down as he is, especially lately, he usually manages to scrape together a big, bright smile, and is ever-ready to put on a cup of tea and listen. Properly listen, too. Like he cares, because he really does. It shows, in the shadows under his eyes and the silver inching into his hair; Remus cares so, so much, and he’s working himself into the ground because of it.

Remus Lupin has always been the levelest head between the Marauders. It’s more a matter of sheer force of will than anything else; he has to be under control. That was drummed into him from childhood, the result of his father’s own lingering misperceptions about lycanthropy - the belief that this condition would turn his gentle, clever son into something vicious and unpredictable if they didn’t do all they could to stop it. Self-restraint is still something Remus strives for, and he’s quick to berate himself for any failings along those lines. Even if he has every bloody right to be hurt or angry. (In short, he’s not as well adjusted as the Remus we meet in the books. He’s only twenty one, for crying out loud, and he’s been put through the ringer, especially lately.) Beyond that, he exercises that little known muscle called caution (too much, maybe) and is thoroughly practical, whether the issue at hand is strategizing against the Death Eaters or going to shops to pick up groceries for tea. This can lead to issues with the more idealistic, fiery types in the Order; Remus is always asking about the details on how the nice words and bold gestures are going to play out, he’s thinking ahead, about the consequences, the costs, the worst case scenarios. But he can usually do it tactfully enough that everybody stays civil. His specialty, really, is bringing people back down to earth, back down to that place where they’re all on the same side, all friends. Or, well… maybe that used to be his thing.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

The Lupin family is a sad testament to the damage lycanthropy can do, beyond bites and maulings. At least, that’s how Remus sees it. He can’t recall life before his affliction; life after, the only one he knows, was an endless reel of packing and unpacking, being locked into quieted, empty rooms, and constantly worried over, patched up, and hidden away. It’s not that he isn’t grateful for all his parents did, trying to look after him on their own, in secret. Things are just… complicated. Remus blames himself for so much - for stealing the joy they should have had, as parents, for denying them the cozy, safe home they wanted to create together. For making another child unthinkable. For being the cause of so much pain, not to mention the poverty they lived in. He never got to have friends, a community beyond the walls of their newest rundown cottage - but neither did they, and that was his fault. Wasn’t it?

It took years and years for Lyall Lupin to tell the story of the ugly mistake that brought Fenrir Greyback tearing through his son’s window. Soulless. Evil. Deserving of nothing but death. Remus should know, he thought. Maybe he was right, but this is a truth that has been difficult to reconcile, and there’s been an achingly obvious rift between them ever since. It isn’t that Remus blames his dad. It was Fenrir who decided to attack a child over an insult, terrible as it was. Still. To hear that his own father held all that hate in him, thoughtlessly, is hard, and leaves a certain dark, uncomfortable pall over all his frantic efforts to find a cure for Remus’s lycanthropy.

Efforts which persist today. Remus gave up hope, a long time ago; Lyall can’t, and the leaflets and treatises and tonics he pushes his son’s way are only becoming more eccentric and unlikely. For once, Remus would like to sit down and just… be with his dad, without being reminded of the problems he has. Or, perhaps more accurately, the problem he’s always been. He loves Lyall, he does. Not easily, though. Even over a glass or two of scotch to soften things, Remus can’t spend much time with his dad.

His mother, Hope, used to make it easier. Funny, that the muggle in the family would be the one who seemed least terrified by the horrible curse in their midst. She had iron in her, though, that Hope Howell. Everything she did, she did to keep her family well and together. She was the best friend - the only friend - Remus had, before he went to school. Hope was patient, understanding, whimsical, creative. Was, was, was. Now she’s gone. That’s what got Remus pulled, at last, from his mission with the werewolves. Dumbledore called him in, and sent him back to the little Yorkshire cottage his parents had been keeping; Hope was dead. His father? A stoic, stony face, thrown over a heart that had just cracked in two. Again.

The grief could have brought them together, but it didn’t. Not really. Remus, still raw from his time among the packs, could barely speak to anyone - nevermind his father. For now, he’s keeping his distance. All he can bring to his dad’s door is hurtful memories and trouble, anyway. He wishes things were different, between them. So does Lyall, but… Remus can’t help wondering if his dad loves him as he is, or despite that. The difference matters. He knows his mom’s affection was the former kind. Used to think he could say the same for the Marauders. Used to. Hard to be sure, at the moment.

OCCUPATION:

For the past couple of weeks, since his return from the packs, his mother’s funeral, and a stint in the care of Madam Pomfrey, Remus has been working hard around the McKinnon estate with the Dissendium Task Force. We’re talking long days, long nights, shoring up magical defences, carefully talking his way into the confidence of those werewolves who’ve begun to gather in the forests nearby. He’s only a couple of weeks out of the woods himself, though, and the transition hasn’t been easy. With the next full moon looming ahead, he’s scrambling for a plan that will keep everyone around safe from him, and his secret safe from them. Even those wolves. Nobody can know - this war has changed so much, but not that.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

In some ways, Remus has never really felt like he was truly a part of the Order. Dumbledore was quick to send him away to the werewolves - it sounds cruel, and it felt that way, no matter how much he owes his old headmaster, or how vital the work might be. (Vital, but… failed, almost completely. Which doesn’t make it any easier.) Those missions brought him closer to other werewolves than he’d ever, ever been, and the experience wasn’t remotely positive. Those months were profoundly isolating, deeply destabilizing, and downright unhealthy. The worst of it still haunts him, and Remus finds himself struggling to truly come back, as badly as he wants to. At least he’s found the Task Force. That’s helping. There’s so much purpose in it. And so much to do! His time on the McKinnon estate has felt more constructive, more meaningful, than all of those missions ever did. This feels like a place where Remus can actually do some good, and even at this early point, it would hurt to leave. Besides - he has no idea what Dumbledore might ask him to do next. He’s not sure he’d like to find out.

SURVIVAL:

For Remus, surviving has always meant an observant kind of wariness. Perhaps it’s wolfish instinct, perhaps it’s human anxiety. Maybe it’s both, dovetailing nicely for once. He was hypervigilant long before he went to war, for better and worse - he notices things, but he rarely gets to truly let down his guard and rest. It keeps him on his toes, and tired.

Remus is an unorthodox but effective duellist, and has a couple tricks up his sleeve; namely, an odd knack for wandless, wordless magic. He’s done his homework (as per usual). Didn’t particularly like the results, the hypothesis that half-breeds, with their more magical natures - or cursed, if you prefer - might be more prone to developing such skills. For most of his life, it’s been the stuff of party tricks. Now, he’s starting to push it. Might come in handy, some day.

So far, though, he hasn’t done nearly so much fighting as other members of the Order. Not with wands, anyway. The brawls that went down in those werewolf packs were something else entirely. Remus tried to steer clear, but… too clear, and he would’ve looked suspicious. He didn’t fare well, and brought a few fresh scars back to the Potter property. Here’s the thing, though. He knows he has it in him, that terrifying, animal ferocity. Of course he does. His own body, and the Shrieking Shack, bear testament to that. And Remus, he could feel it, as he took those punches: the growl, rattling around until it filled his chest. Sometimes, to his own horror, it burst through - and he hurt people. It was all supposed to be part of the cover, the story. He didn’t mean to. They had pushed, pushed hard. But. None of that was any comfort. Remus just hopes nobody around the Order finds out. Another secret to keep. Another shame to bear. When it comes to living conditions, well, Remus has had his ups and downs. For those missions with the wild werewolves, he went where they went. Which meant accepting the risk, ever-present, that Death Eaters might materialize to annihilate the pack. Or, of course, that those wolves might change their mind about him, and tear him to pieces. Like the textbooks said they would. These days, he’s holed up on the McKinnon estate, looking after the refugees in hiding there. The Order of the Phoenix has ensured that everyone is well protected; Remus, with his top notch scores in Defence Against the Dark Arts, checks up on those defences very, very regularly. (He’s been trying to expand them, secretly, around the forests that border the property, where those refugee werewolves are gathering - but that’s a big job, and he’s still recovering from those rough months with the packs.) It feels strange to be settling into one place again after all that moving around. A relief, but he can’t quite stay still, can’t sleep right. There’s always Lily, though, when he needs to talk. Or not talk, in company. At least they’ve got each other out here.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Remus knows what they’re fighting against, and he takes that battle deadly seriously. What is he fighting for, though? What’s on the other side, for him? The answer should be simple; James, Sirius, Peter, Lily. But it isn’t. They’ve been waging different wars, and still are, for the most part. Nothing’s quite the same. Day by day, the cracks seem to widen. Beyond the estate, the fighting drags on, the funerals keep coming. What’s going to be left of the Order, and his friends, by the end of it all? If it ever ends?

Remus does his best to shelve the worst of these thoughts, to recognize them as an oil-slick of anger and fear, that’s all. When he can’t make himself believe that, he just takes a little whiskey to bed. Or finds Lily. She’s sweetness and light, as always, and the truest understanding Remus knows. Her acceptance always felt different than that of the Marauders, somehow. Maybe because Lily didn’t have to find a way to take his condition less seriously. She just took it. No jokes, no turning it into a bloody calendar event. No pity, and no revulsion. (Though, sometimes, when he’s deep in his own self-doubt, Remus has to wonder if that would change if she’d ever seen it the way the Marauders have.) Still, being prefects together was a while ago. They’ve both been through so much since then. He doesn’t want to burden her - she’s the sister he never had, and she has enough to worry about. But he is desperate for company, for someone who genuinely knows him. Or knew him. Remus just isn’t sure, anymore. He wants to be, about himself, about his friends, about the Order, about the future. Who can be certain of anything, now? He’s not even sure he trusts Dumbledore to manage that.

As for the rest of the Marauders, well. They’ve all done so much growing up, and maybe along the way, they’ve started to grow apart. Remus tried to tell himself he’s imagining it, that… pointed, prickling something, in the way Sirius looks at him. But his own excuses aren’t quite good enough anymore. None of them have said it, but the thought, even the thought that any of his friends could believe he’d be the spy - it’s gutting. That can’t be the case. And yet. Those golden years at Hogwarts, the adventures of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, feel awfully far away. Maybe it was all too good to be true…

Marlene is… a pureblood, the sort with an estate. As such, much of her life, her way of seeing the world, seems a bit unfathomable to Remus. But even if her family won’t stoop to letting werewolves cross their threshold - at least, not any werewolves they know about - Remus is deeply grateful for her commitment to what they’re doing on the Task Force. He walks lightly around her, though, keeping a tone of collegial politeness. When necessary, he’ll step in to end those arguments that have started to come up between her and Lily. Never with him; not yet, anyway. He’s hoping that won’t be a problem, but… leaving the werewolves out in the woods, like animals? Can’t more be done? Remus isn’t sure how to broach the subject, but he has to. Sooner than later.

Now, Snape. Snape’s a struggle, for Remus, and turning up out of the fog of war to join the Order won’t help things. He feels deeply, terribly bad for what happened in the Shack, even if wasn’t his fault. And sure, Snape hasn’t told anybody what Remus is, for all this time. Yet. But he could. If he wanted to, if it suited him. So Remus will be giving him a wide berth, to say the least. Having Snape around at all will definitely raise his hackles, and leave Remus all the more afraid for his secrets. However, I would be curious to plot out something around the invention of the wolfsbane potion. Remus could really, really use that right about now. Obviously it’s well beyond his means or skills, but should Snape’s mun be interested in doing something about that, I’m all ears.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS:

I honestly don’t have any particular ships or anti-ships in mind. I work with mutually agreed on character chemistry, that’s it, that’s all. A note, though. Why did I put Remus as questioning? Because I think it’s realistic to say he is, and I’m not sure where that will go! My Remus has never really felt free to get close enough to anyone to explore his sexuality, and now there’s a war on, so… yeah, that hasn’t become any simpler. He’s a naturally affectionate person, and God, he wants to be loved, genuinely loved. So badly. But he’s had to crush that down, certain that dreaming and hoping will only lead to heartbreak. Factor in a climate of homophobia and biphobia, both among muggles and wizards, and yeah, it gets hard for Remus to really know himself. At the moment, he has neither the words, life experience, or attention to spare on sorting that out. But who knows what will happen, right?

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

So far as most people know, Remus is a half-blood; common enough. He’s seen enough of what Lily goes through to know he’s lucky, that way. But that will only last so long as nobody learns the truth, the secret he’s been hiding his entire life. Then - then, he might have to get registered with the Ministry, and… he’s seen where that leads, every day, as shivering, mistrusting werewolves inch onto the estate. He could have it worse, as hard as things are. He could always have it worse. He’s seen how people look at his kind, the disgust, the fear. He’s heard how they’re talked about, read the textbooks that describe them as mindless beasts, devoid of moral sense, of humanity. And Remus, thanks to Dumbledore, has met some of the worst of werewolfry - Voldemort’s lycanthropic followers, those who live for the hunt and the kill. Like Fenrir Greyback, the monster who’s haunted Remus since the night he was bitten, so long ago.

Still. He’s not like that. He’ll never be like that. There are still so many werewolves who feel the same, he knows there are - and they’re in terrible danger. The Ministry could care less. Even the Order didn’t seem to notice, before he said something. These people deserve the warmth of a home, of friendship, of knowing their life means something to someone. Even if that someone is just him.

Try as he might, Remus can feel it all wearing on him. The violence, the grief. The frustration. He’s known more than his share of heartache, but… he’s never been so angry, and it’s getting harder and harder to hold it in. So much is wrong, now. But every time his heart breaks for another werewolf, huddled in the halls of the McKinnon estate, he remembers how wrong it’s always been. For his kind and all the others like them, the rejects, the outcasts. For muggleborns, like Lily. While some wring their hands about the horror and hate Voldemort’s brought into their midst, Remus can feel something furious clawing up the back of his throat, snarling around a question he wishes he could scream: it’s always been here, so how did you miss it? And what happens when we all finish fighting and dying, and you go back to your offices, and your classrooms, and we go back to regulations and rejections, as usual? Will you see it then?

He can’t help wondering, pointless as it is. And it’s that pointlessness that makes it even harder, some days. Especially when he has to look another werewolf in the eyes and pretend they’re so much further apart than they are. Remus knows, though, that it’s necessary. He can do good, from where he is. Real good. He has to believe that, anyway. If it means lying to those lost, fearful faces, even by omission - well, at least he can keep them warm and fed. And safe. Hopefully, though that feels like so much to promise…

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

Well, twofold! A dear writing acquaintance whose taste and skill I much admire sent me the link, saying she was applying, which made it very attractive. Vetted! And then I poked around for myself and was very intrigued by the plot and timeline - I’ve always wanted to write Remus during this very complicated period, for him and the wizarding world at large, and your storylines really let me lean into some aspects of his experiences and personality that I’d love to explore. Plus, the admin’s so nice and attentive!! That’s super splendid to see! Other than that, I’m looking forward to meeting and collaborating with a whole bunch of cool writers. That’s really a highlight of the RP experience, for me!

PLOT DROP IDEAS:

Oh gosh, do I have ideas!! Generally, I’d love to see events that test the Dissendium Task Force, the Order, and the Marauders, as friends and fighters. Hit home. Hit hard. See if they can pick up the pieces, or if they’ll burn bridges. How does this war between wizards spill over, touching magical and non-magical bystanders? I’ve always enjoyed seeing what happens when wizards have to navigate the muggle world. Remus, as a half-blood with a muggle mom, is more familiar with their ways than most. Being a werewolf really throws a wrench into all that, though. Being arrested by the Ministry, for instance, is one thing; being taken in by muggle police would be a whole other kind of problem. Just depends on the timing. I’m curious about where things might overlap, and how the fight against Voldemort is complicated by the need for hiding the whole of wizardry from non-magical eyes.

Of course, I’m also really interested in plot drops that will push the hunt for the mole forward. And, potentially, in Remus’s direction. Of all the Order members, he’s perhaps the most poorly positioned to defend himself - given the prejudices against werewolves, the mysterious nature of the work he was doing for Dumbeldore, and the troubled, defensive state he’s in, everything’s stacked pretty heavily against anyone believing him. Events that involve Fenrir Greyback and his werewolves, things that will increase those tensions within the DTF and beyond, would be very fun to deal with. Plot drops that make it harder for Remus to keep his secret from the Task Force and the Order would be great, too. Because I’m mean like that. And it would be fascinating to navigate, in such a dangerous time, with so much suspicion flying around!

ANYTHING ELSE? Not at the moment! Except that I’m sorry about HOW LONG this app got, woof!

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