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mischievousmoony · 11 months ago

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𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜' ⟡ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹

⟢ james potter x black!reader (fem)

⟢ summary: after your parents cross the line, you and your older brother sirius find sanctuary at the potters'. your first day goes very poorly . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 5.1k

⟢ warnings: there is talk about the reader's previous hostile home environment, although it's not pictured. walburga black is implied to be mentally unstable. a theme here is the lasting impact growing up in that environment has on a person: reader fears becoming like her parents, longs for a more loving environment, doesn't handle her emotions very well, and picks fights. both anger and sadness are dealt with unhealthily by different characters. if there is anything i should add here, please please let me know.

⟢ part 1 ⟡ part 2 ⟡ part 3 ⟡ part 4 ⟡ masterlist

note: well! yikes! angst! i'm not sure i like the vision but i’m trying to remind myself this is a hobby and doesn’t have to be perfect <3

“A walk?” You questioned with a raspy voice.

“Mhm,” James nodded, “Just around the yard. Think it’ll help you feel better.”

You let James lead you to the back door, hand and hand. When he opened it, you discovered that “yard” was a bit of an understatement. The Potters’ property was larger than you knew— enormous, really. Lush garden beds thrived nearest to the house, and the grassy green beyond was surely where James practiced quidditch over the summers. The large trees scattered around the outskirts of the property made you picture a younger James climbing them.

James led you into the grassy landscape, taking notice of your awestricken expression as your eyes fall on Euphemia’s garden.

“I knew you’d like it out here.”

“It’s beautiful,” you mused, stopping to admire a bed of flowers. James dipped down and plucked one from the ground.

He fit it behind your ear and winked, “Don’t tell my mum.”

You frowned, reaching up to remove the flower from your hair. You twirled it inbetween your fingers.

“Your mum must think so poorly of me now,” you muttered, staring down at the flower.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“The first thing Sirius and I did after we were invited to stay is have a screaming match in the dining room. We sure know how to make ourselves feel at home,” you laughed bitterly. “And now she knows we’re together. Didn’t even get to properly tell her. I can’t imagine what she thinks of me.”

“Hey, look at me.” James said in a stern but gentle voice. You wonder how all the Potters can sound so kind even when they’re working up to a lecture.

You peered up through your eyelashes. James sported a pretty smile, and that alone made you feel a little better.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he said, “My mum’s not one to jump to any conclusions. She trusts me, alright? And don't worry about your fight with Sirius. No one's expecting this to be easy for you. For either of you."

James continued, “Besides, we all let our emotions get the best of us sometimes, yeah? We’re human. My parents will understand.”

James could tell you over and over again that it’s okay to be angry and it’s okay to slip up, but you didn’t think any amount of it would ever make it feel okay. You wondered how he could even believe it.

It surprised you, actually, how mature and level-headed James could be. We’re human so it’s just okay if our emotions get the best of us sometimes? Who actually thinks like that?

At your house, you had to be nothing short of perfect at all times. Now that you’ve seen Fleamont and Euphemia in parent mode, you can see where James learned it all. You never had anything like that, and it was difficult to wrap your mind around it.

Especially because it wasn’t too long ago that James was one of Hogwarts’ biggest trouble makers—his pranks were the epitome of immature. Evidently, he's grown up a lot recently.

Stupidly, you felt bitter about it. Which was completely absurd, you thought. Because surely you were not jealous of your boyfriend because he learned how to regulate his emotions better than you did. Because he was growing up, maturing? And you… well you don’t know what you’re doing. You felt stuck, like you’d always be a scared little kid who needs her older brothers’ no matter how old you got.

“Maybe you’re right,” you said, not really knowing what else to say. You were compelled to change the subject, “I’m worried about Regulus.”

“I know,” James began leading you around the garden again. You dropped the flower back where it came from, not wanting to be caught red handed with a freshly murdered flower from Effie’s garden.

“We have to get him out of there,” you sighed.

James looked at you through the corner of his eye. Apprehensively, he said, “From what Sirius told me, you guys barely got out of there.”

“Yeah, so we’ll need a really good plan so that we don’t get caught.”

James turned his head to look straight at you. He looked at you like you had two heads.

“What, you want to break him out or something? You want to go back there?”

“We have to. Regulus–“

“Regulus made his choice.” James interrupted warily.

You felt your heart sink into your stomach, “Please, not you too.”

“You heard what Sirius said. Regulus was given the option, and he chose to stay behind,” James tried to reason.

James knew how much your twin meant to you, it wasn't a surprise that you'd be worried about him. But to go back to that house? That was a step too far for his comfort. The moment that Sirius admitted exactly what his mother had done to him, James knew he'd never let either of you near her again. Something must've snapped in Walburga Black— she has been teetering on the edge for years, but she has unmistakably gone from being a cruel mother to an outright unstable woman.

The though of Regulus still being around her made him sick. Even though James didn't know him that well, he still found himself caring about him. It was likely an extension of your love for Regulus manifesting in James, who cared for you so deeply that your concerns became his. But that's just it— you're the one who he really cared for. Above all else, it's you he wanted to protect.

“He did not choose to stay behind,” you raised your voice, offended that James could ever think so.

“Love...”

James didn't mean to, but he looked at you with pity in his eyes, as if he thought you were in denial.

Anger flared up in your chest when you registered his expression, “No, don’t do that. Just because Sirius said so doesn’t mean it’s true. Regulus wouldn’t just choose them over us. Sirius– he doesn't have his facts straight.”

James didn’t say anything. What could he? It sounded like you were implying that Sirius was lying and James knew Sirius wouldn't do that.

For the record, you didn't think Sirius would lie either. But he was absolutely capable of missing something.

“You don’t believe me,” your mouth hung open after your words.

“It’s not that.” James rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, “I believe you, but I believe Sirius too. And Sirius said that Regulus refused to come. Whatever the reason, that's the choice he made. I’m not going to let you put yourself in danger for a– a lost cause.”

His words stopped you in your tracks.

“A lost cause?"

You had never been so affronted by James. He might not know Regulus nearly as well as he knows you or Sirius, but the fact that he could easily tag him as a lost cause was unbelievable.

"Don’t be an idiot, James. How could you say that?”

James had kept walking for a couple more paces, so he had to turn to face you. He tried to cover the way the venom in your voice made him flinch.

“You can’t force him to leave,” he said, sounding as understanding as he could muster, but he needed to get through to you.

Phantom alarm bells were ringing in his ears, his desperation for you to hear him growing. You were stubborn and you'd do anything for your brothers, James knows this all to well. But not this. He couldn't let you do this. He wouldn't let you go back there.

“Merlin, you’re siding with Sirius!” you accused, giving in to the anger burning in your chest.

James tried to remain calm as he spoke.

“I’m not siding with anyone.”

“Yes, you are! How could I be so stupid? Of course you’d choose Sirius over me!"

James features twist in anguish, "Love–"

"This is what I get for falling for my brother’s best friend. When there's a choice, it will always be him, won’t it?” You spat, glaring at James in a way that almost knocked him off his feet.

He was completely taken aback; you two had never fought like this. He tried to take some semblance of control over the situation, “Okay, you’re angry right now, and that’s okay–“

“Oh, would you stop that!” you shouted. A small part of you hoped the sound wouldn’t travel back to the house, but a bigger part of you was consumed with a growing rage. That part didn’t seem to care.

“Stop what?” James knitted his brows.

“Being some master of emotions all of a sudden! I’m accusing you of picking Sirius over me! I’m raising my voice at you! I’m calling you names! Why won’t you fight back? Yell at me, do something!”

James took a deep breath, “I’m not going to do that.”

He sounded completely calm and collected. Somehow, that pissed you off.

“Oh, you’re so perfect, aren’t you?”

“What?” James felt like he was going crazy, unable to decipher what he could possibly be doing wrong.

“Perfect James Potter, wouldn’t hurt a fly these days! You could never–! never lose your cool, could you?” you shouted.

James gaped at you. He couldn't be mad even if we wanted to; he was just confused. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? You yourself didn’t even seem to know what you were saying, your words tumbling out awkwardly as you said things even you knew weren’t true.

It’s not like James never lost the reign on his emotions. He throws his quidditch gear around when he loses a match, he can’t control his frustration when he doesn’t do well in class, he isolates himself when he’s sad instead facing it, he does a whole lot of things that he’s not proud of.

And you’ve seen it all before, but for some reason, you’ve chosen not to remember those moments. All you can think about is how you were so angry and scared, and he was so understanding and level-headed. And how you grew up with screaming matches and unfair punishments, and he probably got to grow up with calm discussions and soft spoken apologies. And it all felt so unfair.

“Are you–? Sorry, you're mad at me because I'm not getting mad at you? I’m sorry, I guess?”

“I don’t want you to be sorry I want you to yell at me! Be mad at me, fight with me!” You felt the familiar sensation of tears welling up in your eyes.

James looked shellshocked. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to deal with you like this, he’s never seen this before. Sure, sometimes you bicker— all couples do— but this was reaching an uncharted territory.

"I'm not going to yell at you for wanting to keep your brother safe–"

"Then yell at me because you think I'm naive for thinking I can get him out of there. Fight with me because I think you're an idiot for thinking Regulus is a lost cause!"

You were trying to rile him up, James knew this, and he so badly wanted to not let if affect him. Not because it was making him angry, no, it was making him sad.

But he couldn't fight it.

And James always does the same thing when he's sad.

“I think we need to take a step back from this conversation. Why don’t we go inside?” James offered.

He sounded like he stole that line from some therapist's book on navigating conflict. It made you want to scream.

“You go inside! I’m going to keep walking.” You pushed past him, deliberately letting your shoulder collide with his as you stormed away.

James let the blow knock him back a step, too thrown off to do anything else. He listened to your receding footsteps and he wanted to be the type of boyfriend who runs after you when you’re upset. Who holds you and listens to you until you can work out the problem. Instead—

“Just stay by the house, okay?” he called over his shoulder.

“Yeah, whatever.”

A few hot angry tears slid down your face. You aggressively wiped them away and willed any more tears to dry up. You were tired of crying.

You stomped around the gardens and grass, thinking of Regulus and how he deserved better than siblings who left him behind to find refuge with a boy who wouldn't think twice about rescuing him too.

Leaving that house was something you'd always dreamed of. But you had imagined both of your brothers by your side. No one was ever supposed to be abandoned.

Sirius just didn’t understand how horrible being alone in that house was. You and Regulus had already experienced a taste of it when he went off to Hogwarts a year before you two. Not to mention, Sirius was always the strongest of you, so without him, navigating that house was a whole new terrain.

Maybe that’s what Sirius senses is different about your relationship with Regulus. Those nine months were probably the worst of your life, and Reg is who you went through them with.

And maybe that's why you were so adamant that Regulus can’t be left there alone while everyone else seems ready to abandon all hope. Your parents had never been more furious than when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor all those years ago. You suspected that they would be worse, angrier than ever after the departure Sirius orchestrated for you and him. You couldn’t let Regulus face that alone.

Somewhere along the line, worry for Regulus took precedence over the anger that held your gentle love for James hostage. By the time you came to a large trees on the outskirts of the lawn, the anger from the previous argument had simmered.

As you plopped down in the dirt and sat against its trunk, you tried not to be annoyed that taking a step away from that conversation really worked.

You took in your surroundings to distract yourself. It was to no avail, as a nearby shed caught your eye. Through its open window, you could see James’ broom and other quidditch gear.

“You idiot,” you chastised yourself aloud. You let your head fall into your hands as a million nasty thoughts about yourself raced through your mind, the most prominent being you’re just like your mother.

It was just like her to pick fights. You couldn’t breathe in that house without her telling you that you were doing it wrong. She always found something to yell at you for.

How could I act like that, you winced as you recalled the fight you just walked away from.

Poor James, who you yelled at for not being mad at you. It really was just like her to get upset over something so irrational. You felt ill over the similarity, and you were overwhelmed with a sense of impending doom.

You couldn't let yourself be doomed to your parents' fate. You wanted to be kind, reasonable, rational. So, what wouldn't they do in this situation?

A safe assumption would be that they wouldn't feel bad, so you're already on the right track it seems.

They also wouldn't apologize.

Okay, yeah. Apologize. You could apologize.

You have to apologize.

Just go apologize.

But you just couldn’t get yourself to move. You were frozen in shame for your behavior, the only movement was the rise and fall of your chest from your labored breath.

James Potter did not like feeling sad. It was unsettling, uncomfortable, so utterly unlike him.

Whenever it happened, he tried to hide from it. He'd lock himself away somewhere before he'd dare face it head on— or admit that it's there at all.

The last time he was sad, he let himself fall asleep in the common room just so he wouldn't have to face his friends back at his dorm. And when his childhood pet died, he didn't mention it for months, only alerting his friends to his cat's passing when Peter asked how old his cat was again.

It's not that James thought there was anything wrong with being sad. He definitely didn't believe in any of that nonsense that real men don't cry. In fact, he was always the first to offer his shoulder if any of his friends were upset, back pats and let-it-all-outs at the ready.

But when it was him, when he was the one with the lump in his throat and a pit in his stomach, he couldn't handle sadness anymore. It made him feel vulnerable, and he wanted to be the strong one, the brave one. The one who lights up a room with the force of the sun and brings humor and fun into everyone's days.

So, when he couldn't be that, he'd rather be alone. He'd rather sit isolated in a dimly lit room where the darkness can't touch anyone but himself.

His bed creaked under his weight as he shifted in place, the only movement he has made in several minutes.

He was trying to be still and let his mind focus on nothing but his breathing. He was especially trying not to think of your argument.

He counted out his inhales and exhales, just as he had learned years ago in divination class.

James took divination for one year only. It wasn't for him, but one thing from that class did stick with him— the lesson on mindfulness. Something about mediation and a clear head opening your mind to frequencies you may not normally be able to comprehend.

James wasn't sure about all that, but he quite liked the calmness of the exercise they did in class that day, even if he felt a bit silly doing it.

He finds himself repeating the meditation from that class when he's down. He much prefers a clear head to one with racing thoughts that give him that choked up feeling in his throat.

He was broken out of his feeble attempt at a meditative state when there was a knock at his door.

Hope swelled in his stomach. Maybe you've come to talk. Maybe he could smooth things over with you. And then he could stop feeling like this.

He tried not to look disappointed when Sirius walked through the door.

Sirius gave James a once over as the door clicked shut behind him, "What's wrong with you?"

"Me?" James forced a chuckle, "Nothing's wrong with me."

"You're sitting at the foot of your bed, starin' at the floor, shoulders slumped," Sirius' hand swept towards James' hunched form, "I know what upset looks like, Prongs."

"I'm not upset," James insisted still, "I'm just thinking. Is being lost in thought a crime these days?"

Sirius shrugged, plopping down on the bed next to James. His legs hung over the edge as he let his back hit the sheets, his arms sprawled at his sides.

James listened as Sirius puffed out a long, exhausted breath.

"You alright?" James asked, not bothering to look back, letting his sad eyes remain fixed on the floor.

"Ah, I see. Worried about me, are you?" Sirius guessed.

James seized the opportunity to excuse his demeanor. Besides, he wanted to talk about what Sirius had said earlier anyway.

"You did have a pretty nasty spat with your sister. And then you nearly collapsed."

There's a lull in the conversation for a moment as Sirius thinks.

"Your parents fixed me right up again. Gave me some nasty potion to help with the dizziness. Tasted like sewage but 'm good as new. They're off now, by the way, picking up some herbs they want to steep and feed me for these spasms I keep having in my hands."

James winced. Spasms, a potential side effect of being under the Cruciatus Curse.

"Sirius... about what you said happened. Your mother–"

"I don't want to talk about that," Sirius spoke quietly, somberly.

After a moment, Sirius added, "I don't want to think about any of them ever again."

James felt a pang in his heart, knowing Regulus was included in 'them'. You wouldn't have stood for it if you'd heard Sirius say that.

James' mind wanders back to your earlier argument, his earlier attempts to avoid these thoughts futile now. You were so adamant that you needed to go back for Regulus, ready to dive into some sort of escape plan, and that still scared the hell out of James.

He considered telling Sirius about what you wanted to do. One on hand, he knew Sirius would be on board with keeping you the hell away from there— keeping you safe. On the other hand, it felt like tattling on you to your brother.

James thought about the betrayal written across your face earlier. How hurt you were when you suspected James was choosing to believe Sirius over you. Confiding in Sirius now would surely, surely make it worse. And James didn't want to hurt you.

And yet—

"Thing is... I have to talk to you about something. About your sister... and about Regulus."

A flinch finally broke you out of your statue-like state when a sudden and distinct fluttering sounded above you. You expected to see any mundane bird when you looked up, but there was nothing there. You leaned around the tree to try to locate the source.

Instead of any random creature of flight, it was a familiar owl. And he was not in the tree, rather next to it, in a designated perch located on the other side of the thick trunk.

"Oh. Hello," you greeted the owl. He stared at you blankly, of course.

You've met this owl before. His name was Glory. You didn't know why, but James had named him, and you supposed that it was a name that James would have thought of.

You've received countless letters from James, all delivered by Glory. There were the long ones, which you mostly received during the times you were apart. Glory was good at discretely delivering them to your window. And if James also had mail for Sirius, he knew to deliver yours first.

James was always checking up on you over the holidays, making sure you were okay and telling you stories of his own time at home that would take your mind off of whatever horrible things were going on at Grimmauld Place.

When you were together, back at Hogwarts, James still sent you little notes whenever you weren't near. He knew how much you loved receiving notes from him, so he made it a habit. He would send notes about things he saw that reminded him of you, expressions of how much he missed you even if he'd seen you mere hours prior, declarations of love that he couldn't keep inside until the next time he'd be alone with you.

Oh, your sweet boy.

"I really messed up, didn't I?" You asked Glory. You chided yourself for continuing to try to talk to an owl. Not that owls weren’t smart. In fact, they were very intelligent, especially the magical sort. Glory could understand you, but it’s not like he had the ability to respond.

You imagined that Glory would tell you that you messed up big time if he did, though.

You pushed yourself up to your feet, wiping dirt and twigs off your pants when you rose. As you walked back towards the house, you wondered if your mother ever felt sorry like this, if she ever wanted to apologize sometimes. Surely, at some point she did. James' words come back to you about how we're all human, and you want to believe that maybe there was a memory lost in your mind of her apologizing to you.

You'd have been a wide-eyed little kid at the time, snot-nosed and teary-eyed after she yelled at you for spilling milk or leaving a toy in the middle of the floor. She'd wrap her arms around you and apologize for raising her voice. Then she'd shush and coo soothingly until your tears dried up and you could show her all of your baby teeth in a wide grin.

It was unnatural, the image of her in your mind like that, but your heart burned for it to be real. As sick as it was, you still yearned for your mother's love, even if it was a thing of the past.

Maybe your house really was a poison. Because if she had ever been gentle, one way or another, Walburga Black got colder and harsher over the years. She spiraled so deep into darkness that she seemed to want to be cruel. After all, to cast the Cruciatus Curse, you do have to really want it.

Each step you took was invigorated with a new sense of determination. Apologizing to James now, owning up to your mistake, it was only the first step of doing everything in your power to never be anything like that woman.

It felt like no time passed at all by the time you arrived outside of James' door. You didn't feel ready to face him, but you raised your fist anyway. Just when knuckles were about to meet wood, you heard a muffled voice from inside.

"What do you think?" James' voice asked softly. Then, after a beat of silence, "Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, James, I heard you," Sirius said. He had that far away kind of tone in his voice he gets when he's trying to distance himself from his emotions.

"And?"

"And I'm bloody tired of talking about him!" Sirius barked. Even from the safety of the other side of the door, you flinched.

"She doesn't get it. She'll never get it because it's him," your brother continued. "If she had known he wasn't coming she probably wouldn't be here either. If it's a choice, it'll be him over me in a heartbeat. He could've done the bloody spell on me himself and she'd still choose him. Merlin, she could've done the bloody spell if he asked her to."

If felt like the wind was knocked out of you. You bit your tongue until you drew blood, fighting the urge to cry out, as if Sirius' words physically wounded you.

Rationally, you knew that Sirius was just angry, that he didn't mean it. But the rational side of your brain hasn't been winning many battles today.

You vaguely heard James tell Sirius not to say things like that as you backed away from his door until you met the wall behind you with a thump.

There was silence from inside James' room for mere seconds before the door was ripped open. Sirius stood in the doorway, James behind him. You couldn't read your brother's expression, there barely was one. How typical of him to hide behind a blank stare.

You, however, were wide eyed with a hand clamped over your mouth, leaning against the wall behind you, sure you'd collapse without its support.

Sirius began to say your name and suddenly your hand was gone and the words were tumbling from your lips.

"How could you say that?" Your voice was strained, "I wouldn't ever do that– He wouldn't ever do that!"

Sirius' eyes bore into yours but he didn't say anything. You wished you could tell what he was thinking under that stupid mask of his.

"I shouldn't have to tell you over and over again that I love you both. You are both my brothers, you both mean the world to me. It's so irrational and– and foolish to worry about a choice that I'd never–"

You cut yourself off. The irony of being so hurt by Sirius' words were not lost on you. You had only just been accusing James of choosing Sirius over yourself.

"No, that's not true," Sirius bit back, "because that choice is upon you now. So, go ahead. Let's see if you can surprise me."

"What?"

"Choose me, stay here where it's safe. Choose Regulus, go right ahead and try to be his jailbreak. But when you can't convince him to leave, when he refuses, I won't be surprised when you choose to stay there too."

Your eyes flashed to James, who looks way too shameful for you to not put two and two together. You were conflicted; feelings of regret over accusing James of choosing Sirius over you were mixing with feelings of betrayal that James had ran right to Sirius with your words.

You'd let the guilt and betrayal sink in and shred you to pieces later. You had Sirius to deal with first.

"What is wrong with you?" you hissed. "How could you be so dim? Wanting our brother to be safe does not mean I'm choosing him over you."

"Color me unsurprised!" Sirius yelled, looking smug.

Your eyes began to burn, "Fuck you, Sirius!"

James tries to interrupt, "Er, hey, maybe we should–"

"Don't you dare tell me we need to take a step back from this conversation, James!"

James' mouth clamped shut.

"Don't yell at him!" Sirius squawks.

"You want to talk about choosing one person over another? Let's talk about it. Don't pretend you haven't given up on Regulus ever since you met his shiny new replacement!"

You'd feel real shitty about saying that in front of James later; the look on his face at your words was already burned into your memory.

"Don't turn this on me!" Sirius shouted.

"You're such a hypocrite. And an imbecile for thinking I care about you any less than Regulus. Of course I care about you both the same. And you may not believe it, but Regulus cares about you too!"

"That's–"

"I don't want to hear it," you interrupted, "I'm done. Say it James."

James looked like a deer in headlights, "What?"

"Say the thing!" you shouted.

"We need to take a step back from this conversation?"

Your arms flew up, gesturing towards James as you stared Sirius down with an exasperated look on your face. Your brother scoffed and stormed down the hall, disappearing to anywhere else in the Potters' home.

For a moment it was just you and James in the hall. Your eyes met and he looked anguished and far too apologetic. You knew that you were supposed to be the apologetic one, and you felt your heart begging you to let the sorrys loose.

It was too bad that the betrayal started settling in before the guilt.

"Sirius was right before. You are a snitch."

With that, you slipped back into your room and let the door slam shut behind you.

James remained in the hall for a moment longer, not knowing who to follow. He should follow one of you.

Instead, he decided to retreat back to his bedroom.

James wanted to be alone again.

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The Chavs and the Chav-Nots

"Look, Heidi, I know this sounds crazy, but trust me, it's going to work. The plan is solid. I take the Chav juice I invented, and bam I'm a chav for 24 hours. A full day to go undercover as the ultimate chav bitch. I'll be just like them, blending right in with those girls who make our lives hell. I know you're worried, but it's our only shot. We’ll get the dirt we need to stop them.

Here’s the thing, though, once I drink it, I won’t remember being me. I’ll be all in, completely believing I’ve always been a chav. I might not even go by the name of Jess anymore. And that means… I might come after you too. I might bully you just like they do. But you have to remember, it’s not really me.

When the 24 hours are up, I’ll be back to normal, and we’ll have everything we need. It'll be tough, but it’s worth it. We’re so close to turning the tables on them, Heidi. This is our chance. Just hold on for one day, okay? Ok here goes nothing."

"What the hell am I wearing? I must have blacked out from all the partying and stole your loser clothes. Thankfully even in these fucking shit outfit and virgin glasses I’m still a fuckin’ knockout.

I need to get out of here before someone actually sees me with you. Do you know what that would do to my rep? Being seen with someone like you? Ugh, it's disgusting just thinking about it.

Honestly, I don't even know why you even go to school. It's not like anyone actually likes you. You're just this sad, clingy little parasite, always hanging on, hoping someone will notice you. Spoiler alert, they don’t. You're invisible. You’re fuckin’ nothing, not like me.

Ugh I feel like your ugliness will rub off on me if I stick around any longer. I need some new sexier clothes. Out of the way fugly and if I see you again you’ll wish you were never born.”

"Heidi… oh my God, I’m so sorry. I remember everything. All the horrible things I said to you as Jessi… that’s what I… I mean she, calls herself. It’s like I was trapped inside my own head, watching it all happen. I felt every nasty mean thing she did. I didn’t mean any of it, I swear.

Thankfully I got a lot of juicy dirt on those evil bitches but you’re not going to like this…. I need to become Jessi again. They opened up a lot to her but I could tell they were still wary of her. I just need to spend more time with them and do what they do and gain their trust.

Thankfully Jessi bought some new clothes while she was in control. I know they are slutty and revealing but they are they perfect to fit in with them. Jessi is a perfect chav.

Of course it helped that the juice transformed my body too. I didn’t expect the big tits, the fake tan, the blonde ponytail, or the press on nails but it certainly helps sell the look. I even think some of the chavs are jealous of Jessi.

And, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it was kind of… nice? I mean, not the whole ‘being a complete bitch’ part, but having them be jealous you know? Anyway I better go get changed into my ‘Jessi’ clothes. Sorry in advance.”

“I thought I told you I’d beat the shit out of you if I saw you again loser. What are you even doing at this party, it’s only for hot studs and bad bitches like us, isn’t that right girls?

This is the fuckin’ train wreck I was telling you about girls. Oh you know her? Yeah I guess she is hard to miss, like a wart on a diseased foot. God, just look at her. Honestly, Heidi, you’re a joke. I mean, who even lets you out of the house looking like that? Where’d you get those clothes? A charity shop? They’re so tragic. And that hair… yikes. Ever heard of shampoo?

She’s starting to make me gag girls. Kayla, kick this bitch out will you, I don’t want her putting me off fuckin’ Derek later. So long dork.”

"Heidi, I’m sorry… again. I know I was awful, but you have to understand, I got even more dirt on those girls. We’re so close to taking them down for good!

Did I have sex with Derek? As in Delinquent Derek the hardest guy on the estates? No… I don’t so? I mean it’s all a little blurry, Jessi was drinking a lot. I only have patches of the night but I’m sure she didn’t. He was texting my phone this morning calling me a bad bitch so I’m sure she told him off.

Oh these hoop earrings? Yeah they’re Jessi’s but I find it’s an easier transition to being her if I’m already wearing some of her stuff. Sure her body fits everything so much better but she’s likely to question everything less if she’s ready to go. Plus I kind of like the way the look on me, they’re sort of sexy don’t you think? Do you think should wear more makeup? Then again what would you know? Anyway I better go get ready for Jessi.”

"Aww, look at you, Heidi, crying like a little baby. What, did I hurt your feelings? Pathetic. You should be used to it by now. You’re so weak it makes my stomach turn.

I’ll let you in on little secret though. I know all about Jess, my loser alter ego. The more she’s transformed into me the more of her memories have slipped into my mind. The more control I’ve taken. Her smarts have let me take over the gang. They are all dumb sluts so it was easy to manipulate them into making me their leader.

But it’s a two way street. I’m sure you’ve noticed Jess has become a little bit meaner, a little bit hotter, and a little bit vainer. All thanks to yours truly. Poor little Jess thought she could control me, use me like some tool to get her way. But she didn’t realize how strong I am.

Just a few more times, and Jess won’t exist anymore. She’ll be gone, and it’ll be just me, Jessi. Forever. And you? You’ll be stuck dealing with the real me, the one who doesn’t give a fuck about you or your pathetic tears. I love being an evil chav bitch and soon Jess will too.

But don’t you go getting any ideas about telling her what I’m up to. I’ve got her dosing on juice everyday but she could still reject me and try and go cold turkey if she’s convinced, so this will be our little secret.”

"Heidi, what are you talking about? Jessi’s plan? Jessi doesn’t have a plan, she doesn’t even know about me. You’re just overreacting. I’m in control here, not Jessi. I know what I’m doing.

You’re just jealous because the juice has had some delicious side effects, like making me fuckin’ tasty. I’ve had to wear all the clothes Jessi bought because they’re the only things that now fit me. The fake tan, nails and makeup is just to compliment it all.

Or maybe you’re just jealous because the Chavs have stopped bullying me entirely. In fact they kind of fear me. Maybe that’s what’s really bothering you. You liked it better when I was just plain old Jess, right? Anything to draw attention away from you.

And come on, Jessi taking over? That’s absurd. I know who I am. I’m still me. Kind. Smart. Caring. And sexy as fuck. Maybe I’m just... improving a little, that’s all. What’s wrong with that? You can’t handle the fact that I’m finally stepping out of my shell.

Honestly, Heidi, you’re starting to sound like a paranoid freak. You’re just trying to hold me back because you’re afraid of being left behind. Maybe you’re the one who needs to change, to toughen up a bit. Ever think about that? Anyway I have better places to be now.”

“Well, well, Heidi. Look at you. I didn’t think you had it in you to try and tell Jess about my plan. Gotta say, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you had a backbone. But that’s why I had the girls tie you up and bring you to me.

See, I’m so close to making sure Jess is gone for good, and I can’t let you derail my plans. You’ve always been such a little thorn in my side, but something Jess said to you made me think that maybe I could get your pushiness to work in my favour. Maybe it’s time YOU changed.

Open up, Heidi. You’re about to get a taste of what real power feels like. Just a little modified Chav juice, enough to see things my way. Thanks to Jess’ brilliant mind I’ve adapted it to make you into everything I need you to be. Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be. It’s time for you to join the winning side.”

"You know I wasn’t sure at first that your idea of you imbedding yourself in with Jessi was such a good idea, especially because she really seemed to hate your guts but these past few days I’ve seen flashes of you and her hanging out and you’re as thick as thieves. You’re very convincing. It helps you’re started dressing like all the other Chavs too. Don’t get me wrong, you look proper fit now babes. I mean… you fit in so well with Jessi and her crew!

Speaking of which I’m so glad you’ve changed your mind about me taking the juice, you get that it’s only going to be a few times more and then it’ll be over. I wasn’t sure you’d see things my way, but now you’re being so supportive, so encouraging. It makes this whole thing feel so much easier.

And I have to admit… I do enjoy being Jessi sometimes. She’s so fuckin’ hawt and nasty. A proper slag. Oh sorry about that, she slips out out from time to time. A lot more recently. It just feels so freeing to not have to worry about anything. She’s a real bitch and gets what she wants. As she should!

Shit I was going to wait a few hours but what harm could it be to take some juice now? Thanks Heidi you’re so supportive. But you know what first? Let’s you and I get dolled up so when Jessi takes over she’s ready to go with her ‘bestie’.”

“Mmmm yesss that did it. I can feel the last of that loser is out of my system. I have to hand it to you babes, this would have taken weeks to do if I didn’t have you by my side. I always knew you had potential, but damn, you’ve become the loyal bitch I needed. Together, we’re going to run the school, no doubt about it.

Funny how Jess tried to go undercover with the chavs and what brought her down was me her better half infiltrating her world with you as my perfect hawt weapon.

And as for me… just look at me. I’m the perfect chav now. In fact I’m the fuckin’ chav Queen! Shedding that weakling Jess was the best thing I could have done. I’m everything she could never be.

But you, you’re my best creation. A slutty bestie who is unwavering loyal and a fuckin’ stunner to boot. Mmmm the trouble we are going to get up to is making me so wet.

After I dosed all the other girls with anti-chav I needed to start building a better gang anyway. They were just posers compared to us. It’s going to be so much fun converting the other nerds into chav babes and bullying our old enemies.

We’re the Chavs now and their just the chav-nots.”

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #cc2024 #thechavsandthechavnots #chavification #corrupted pov

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 1 month ago

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i’ve been wondering,,, what is the like worst imaginable punishment baby can get. like how far can he go when he’s absolutely fuming and nothing is able to calm him down.

also i saw one of your other followers give themselves a name and since i send you like 284838 thoughts a day about the babyverse i was thinking 🫀- anon :P

➯a/n: ooooo 🫀anon buckle uuuup cause mommy hwa is willing to go FAR. lemme just rant about thiiiiis because this is the third ask ive gotten about baby's punishments/escape attempts and im working on a chapter for it but i dont wanna leave yall hanginnnn

what are we talking about ? Baby Series !

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: uuuuuuuuuuhm yikes ! physical violence, like seriously it's bad, trauma bonding, like seriously seriously i'm warning you he is CRUEL, mommy hwa's mental illness, forced nudity, mind breaking, claustrophobia, panic attacks

so let me start by saying that seonghwa isn't the "act in the moment" type of angry. he'll never accidentally go too far as to seriously maim or heaven forbid kill you. because his mind is already fifty steps ahead and planning your punishment, even if his consciousness is lagging behind. he'll most definitely regret some of the things he does to you. but that won't stop him. some deep dark part of his brain tells him that he has to punish his baby in a way that will stick.

he's a cold, quiet, and calculated type of angry. and that's wayyyy worse than someone who might just beat you. because he can do more than that. he can break you.

seonghwa likes to think that he's fair with you. your punishment almost always fits the crime. but if you cross a line, he will shove you back over it. he doesn't like to hurt you — of course not ! after some of your punishments, he even cries with you because of what he's done.

two times come to mind for the "worst" punishment. "Losing Dogs", where his baby screamed curse words and insults at him and ended it with "i hate you, park seonghwa" — and we all know how he feels about that word and about not being called "mommy". spanking you so hard it left bruises for a few weeks and then leaving you alone for hours was certainly bad. no denying that.

but the "rapunzel" escape attempt was worse. by a lot. it was the only time he got so cruel. because that's all it took. one time. it was that bad.

(this is what i'm writing now, so buckle in for a BUMPY ride)

he caught you trying to escape out the window with a sheet. not only did you try and leave him, you did so in a ridiculously dangerous way !! there was no possible way in hell he was going to go easy on you. after he yanked you back up and fell to the floor with you while sobbing his eyes out, he realized just what you were trying to do. then he got mad.

nothing you could say was going to calm him down in that moment, not even if you confessed your undying love for him and promised him you'd take your soul out and give it to him. no amount of tears would save you. no volume of screams. he may as well have been a different person with the way he treated you.

after he shoved mingi out of the room (who had come when he heard you crying) he had zero remorse as he ripped your clothes off of you, not even stopping when you started thrashing and calling him a liar — but by the end of it you realize he wasn't taking your clothes off to violate you. not in that sense anyway. he did it to make you completely vulnerable before throwing you to the floor and asking "what the hell was that ?" in a tone so calm you almost peed yourself from fright.

when you couldn't give him an answer, only hyperventilating and crying — he shoved you into the dark closet. and he left you there, the son of a bitch !

no sound, no light. just you and your darkest thoughts. you had the largest panic attack of your life in that closet. your fingertips were numb from lack of oxygen and your head was light and pounding. you had to suck on your thumb to calm yourself down so you didn't pass out. maybe it was better if you did, in retrospect. maybe seeing that he's forced you into passing out from fear would have snapped him out of whatever rage induced trance he was in.

you didn't even hear him come back home a few hours later, not until he opened the closet. he looked down at you and it was clear your punishment wasn't over. he gave you a chance to beg for forgiveness; not knowing that no matter how hard you begged, no matter what you said — the outcome was still going to be the same. he was still going to use the hammer that was in his hand.

because he wasn't going to let you try and run again. he gave you a new rule that day. and a new punishment to fit the crime.

don't try to run away. or you won't be able to walk. walking is a privilege, baby.

when he said that, you tried to get back into the damned closet because you knew what that meant. he dragged you back out, he didn't care that he was scratching up your legs — or maybe he was so deep in his rage that he didn't notice.

there's no easy way to put this. he smashed your foot. with a fucking hammer, he smashed it. you're lucky he didn't break any major bones. and you're lucky that he's so calculated with his punishments, even when you've pissed him off so badly.

he didn't say anything as he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. not even to comfort you as you sobbed.

the first thing he said to you after "walking is a privilege" was after he was done wrapping your foot. he said "hurts really bad, doesn't it ?" then he said "good. you'll think about that next time you decide to act so stupid". he'd never called you stupid before. it hurt your heart almost as much as the hammer hurt your foot. you didn't even really take in his next words of, "next time, i'll break your leg".

the thing that finally snapped him out of his trance, what got him back to being his doting mommy self, was your trembling pout while saying "i didn't mean to be stupid" that was the moment everything came crashing down on him, the way you were holding back your millionth round of tears and holding your naked body to comfort yourself because he wasn't giving you any.

it's like a damn switch flipped, like night and day, dark and light, and 'mommy' hwa came back.

he took back his words immediately, hugging your head to his chest and shushing you, saying he didn't mean you were stupid; you had simply done something stupid. didn't you think about what would have happened if you fell ? you live on the third story, baby ! this is why mommy has to take care of you, you know ? you'd have more than a messed up foot if mommy didn't catch you.

whether he thinks so or not, the way he treats you after your "punishment" is a continuation of it. his sweet words and gentle touches sending you falling straight into little space after such a traumatic event. making you deeply confused as to why, after all he's done, are you letting him dress you in your favorite pajamas and eating the food he makes you and cuddling to his chest as he sings to you and why do you feel guilty for trying to leave ? wait... why did you try to leave ? your mommy is the best.

he noticed what you were thinking while you played with the fur on your stuffed animal. of course he did. and he smiled. job well done, mommy. baby won't be leaving anytime soon.

(i have cried three times while writing the full chapter so far... plz send help)

#stars journal #answer #🫀 anon #baby series #ateez #yandere ateez #yandere fic #ateez fic #yandere seonghwa #seonghwa au #yandere seonghwa x reader #yandere ateez x reader

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springholly · 6 months ago

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Part 1

More Mouthwashing Alien AU? Maybe.

This is the very first sketch I made for it:

The first sketch of the crew:

- Just some simple headshots, trying to get the feel for the characters.

- I kind of wish I had kept Curly's longer hair to go with the late 70s aesthetic. Also, Anya is supposed to have a Ripley esque early 80s perm, that is why her hair is so big.

- These were done without reference so that's why some of them are a bit unclear as to who they are supposed to represent in the story of Alien.

More Anya:

- Flamethrowers are a pain to draw.😔

The aftermath of the chestbursting:

- I really enjoy how Curly's corpse turned out in the fourth panel. I've never drawn a character from that angle before.

How the facehugger impregnation was supposed to go:

- I originally wanted Jimmy to cause Curly's infection to parallel him causing the crash. It would've been an intentional act that would've incapacitated Curly from the story just like in Mouthwashing.

- I however realized that the facehuggers don't exactly cause memory loss (don't believe even Curly is a big enough doormat to let that one slide)

and that Ash (Jimmy's parallel in Alien) wasn't out with the others investigating the signal.

- Thus, I decided to scrap it.

AU infodump:

- The characters are still space freighters working for Pony Express. (Yes, Polle the cat is a company provided luxury. Of course he'd be named Polle.)

- The characters still retain their personalities, for example, Anya isn't as outspoken and headstrong as Ripley, she's more stoic. And Jimmy is still the same demeaning asshole, not a sly british weirdo like Ash.

- Slight dialogue changes to fit the characters' voices better.

- Unlike in the film, Ash (Jimmy) isn't the last minute newcomer, instead it's still Daisuke (Brett). I wanted Jimmy to have the status of being Curly's best friend for plot reasons.

- The ship the crew are in is still called the Tulpar, but it's interior aesthetics follow the retro-futuristic look of the Nostromo.

- In this AU Pony Express has gone under far before the crew is informed about it. Of course, it has been bought out by Weyland-Yutani, and Jimmy has been programmed to join the crew and get into the captain's good graces.

- Weyland-Yutani know about the xenomorphs and want to study them, the crew is to be possibly sacrificed to retrieve the necessary info.

- The crew find the alien signal coming from LV-426.

- Curly is hesitant to approach due to possible danger.

- Jimmy appeals to the fact of them all losing their jobs anyways. Maybe whatever they find could prove to be a big payday?

- Curly yields to make Jimmy happy, thus dooming them all. They go and investigate.

- Curly gets facehugged and falls into a coma, the others (Daisuke and Swansea) want to bring him back in but Anya (like Ripley) wants to uphold the quarantine protocol.

- Jimmy (like Ash) breaks the protocol, putting them all in danger but appearing as a hero to the others.

- The same stuff happens. They study it: acid blood? Yikes! We are not getting that thing off Curly's face.

- It falls off on it's own, dead. Curly wakes up, all's well that ends well. Except for when he begins convulsing at the breakfast table and then promptly births a chestburster right from between his lungs.

- Panic ensues. At some point Jimmy deems the others too much of a danger for the mission and (for a few other reasons too) tries to kill Anya. Swansea saves the day and accidentally severs Jimmy's head.

- Turns out he's an android! They plug his severed head back online and learn what his mission was all along.

- Fuck that guy, we're blowing up the ship.

- Scratch that, Anya is blowing up the ship because everyone else dies.

- Our final girl escapes with the cat and all's well that ends well.🎉🎉🎉

Take a breather, I know that was a lot. I will write some more for this later, going more into the characters themselves and their relationships.

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justin-chapmanswers · 1 year ago

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any reason why Silver ended up getting 3rd place and not 2nd? He isn't called Bronze Spoon, after all! (Love the show, y'all keep up the good work!)

As fun as that'd be to see, the guy's lucky enough that he got two votes at the end. In the earlier days of season production we'd be saying things like "yeah, Silver will get to the end receive... maybe a vote... if we're feeling generous." The thought for a while was that he'd come into the finale pompous, expect everyone to adore him, and have his world turned upside down when he gets no votes. And I think that'd maybe work for like a ten minute episode, in a scenario in which Silver was a flat villain (nothing wrong with that type of character, to be clear), but with so much to cover in this episode, we needed to structure it out to be less straightforward. A big thing for us was playing with the conventional jury format to tell a story that would allow the characters to evolve from how they initially speak to the contestant-jury versus the Unvitational-jury. And the best way to set up the stakes was allowing Silver to take the upper-hand during that initial phase. He's naturally a much better speaker than the other two and was not falling victim to anxieties to appease. He thought highly of his game and sometimes being able to boast about yourself is a real superpower that gets you places. I know I could never. He's got #PRESENTATION!

But of course this is a social game. And while Silver can talk talk talk, Cabby and Balloon put in the work over the course of the season to form connections and prove themselves to have grown as individuals. And this jury is full of the types of people who really respect the latter. By the time Cabby and Balloon were able to really get the core of themselves out to the jury, it was kinda all over for Silver. Especially after he, ya'know, took down Candle in a fit of hurt-feels in front of the whole jury. Uh. A bit of a yikes. Plus, on a meta-level, we knew from early-on that it'd be Cabby or Balloon winning, and so we wrote both of them with a potential winner narrative in mind, so it made sense to let them come head-to-head regarding vote-count in the end.

I did not expect this response to be more than that first sentence when I started typing, but this is just how my brain go. But you do have a good point, he is, in fact, not Bronze Spoon! Maybe we should rewrite the finale.

(And thank youuuu!)

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po3tbbygirl · 5 months ago

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La La Land 🎞️

CHAPTER 1 (Remus Lupin x fem!oc)

content warnings: industry pressure, burnout, self-doubt, mental exhaustion, career struggles, substance use (drinking and hella smoking), anxiety, unhealthy habits. The weather was dreadful.

a/n: just a lady with micro bangs

"I don't know, Marlenne," the brown-haired woman sighed, lighting her second cigarette of the day with shaky fingers. She flicked the lighter closed, its metallic click sharp in the silence of the room. "The entire crew is going mad! The production company is breathing down my neck about the new script, and no actor wants to work with me. No wonder, though—I can barely pay ten pounds an hour!"

"Blair, I'm so sorry things are going south..."

Blair exhaled a cloud of smoke, staring at the crumpled coffee cup on her desk. It was still half-full, but she hadn’t touched it since the morning. She appreciated Marlenne's attempts to comfort her, but after so many reassuring words, a part of her wondered if she was truly cut out for this industry.

"Marlenne," she sighed again, her voice quieter now, "I love you, but can we continue this another time? I have class in half an hour, and my car broke down this morning."

"...You're taking the tube?”

Blair didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she set her phone down on the table with an audible thunk, her delicate wrist brushing the edge of the chair. Twisting her hair into a messy bun, she left her bangs to frame her gaunt face, the angles of her cheekbones more pronounced than she remembered.

"Yikes," Marlenne muttered on the other end before the line went silent.

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Blair stared blankly at the page in front of her, her textbook open to a discussion on color theory.

"…Directors and cinematographers use color palettes intentionally, employing techniques like color grading to enhance visuals. For example, vibrant hues might represent fantasy or optimism, while desaturated colors evoke realism or bleakness…"

She sighed and ran her hand through her hair, her bracelet sliding loosely down her wrist. The paper felt impossible, and her stomach churned slightly—not with hunger, but from the coffee she’d been sipping since morning. Tossing her pen aside, she stepped onto her small balcony, cigarette already in hand. The chill of the evening air seeped through her thin shirt, brushing against her skin like a reminder of how much the temperature had dropped.

Suddenly, her apartment door slammed open.

"Hey! We're leaving in ten—what the fuck?!"

Blair turned her head lazily to look at Marlenne, who stood wide-eyed in the doorway. "What?" she muttered, blowing out another puff of smoke.

Marlenne waved the air in front of her face dramatically, coughing for effect. "How many of those have you had today, Blair? Jesus. The balcony’s practically a chimney."

Blair rolled her eyes, tapping the ash off her cigarette. "Second one," she said flatly.

Marlenne raised a skeptical brow. "Second one since I got here, maybe."

Blair ignored the comment, blowing another stream of smoke into the cool air.

"What do you mean, 'what'?" Marlenne mocked her tone with exaggerated indignation. "I told you I’d take you to meet some people!"

Blair’s posture stiffened. "What?! No, Marlenne! I can't! I need to finish this assignment, get Minnie’s project done, and get my shit together before the prod company meeting—"

Before Blair could protest further, they were both tearing through her closet, pulling out clothes at a frantic pace. Blair found herself frowning at a pair of jeans Marlenne tossed aside—ones that used to fit better than they did now. Eventually, they settled on a backless top paired with dark-wash jeans. Marlenne handed her favorite Mary Janes with a smirk.

"For luck," Marlenne said with a wink.

Blair muttered something inaudible but allowed herself to be swept into the bathroom. Marlenne expertly fixed her disheveled hair, applying quick but flawless makeup.

"Who even are these people?" Blair asked, watching her friend in the mirror.

Marlenne froze mid-swipe with her mascara wand, giving her a blank stare. "Did you even listen to me earlier?"

Blair blinked and offered a sheepish smile. "No..."

Marlenne rolled her eyes. "You’ll thank me later."

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"So... what's this nutter plan of yours again?"

"You know the guy I told you about from my childhood?" Blair glanced sideways at Marlenne, her expression curious.

"Jace?"

Marlenne rolled her eyes dramatically, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "James. It's James, not Jace, okay? Anyway, I saw him recently in a coffee shop, of all places. You know how I am, right? I can’t keep my mouth shut for more than five minutes, and of course, he’s the same way. We started talking, and I couldn’t stop asking about what he's been up to. And it turns out, he’s been working with some people who would actually be really honoured to work with you."

"Yes, honored. They saw your Dreamer thing—"

"The Dreamers? No one saw that!" Blair laughed, incredulous.

"Hey! Four thousand views on YouTube is not ‘no one,’ alright?" Marlenne shot back, half-laughing herself as they rounded a corner and neared the entrance to Seb's place. "You have no idea how many people in this industry would kill for that kind of exposure. Four thousand’s a decent start."

Blair shifted her weight, still unsure, but Marlenne didn’t seem to notice as she pressed on. "Anyway, Lily and Sirius—remember them from the old neighborhood? My other childhood friends—are both desperate to get into the industry. They’d do anything to break in. I’m telling you, they're perfect for this. And listen, I know how much you value your creative freedom, but there’s this other guy, Remus. He’s an amazing writer, seriously.”

Blair rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "And James?"

"Well, James, yeah. He said he can help with... whatever you need, really. He’s got connections, knows a few people. He can open doors for you, if you give him the chance."

Blair stopped for a moment, looking hesitant. She didn’t like the sound of it—something felt off, but Marlenne’s enthusiasm was contagious.

"Look," Marlenne continued, her voice a little softer, trying to reassure her, "he’s just a rich kid who doesn’t want to live off his dad’s money, alright? He wants to prove he can do something on his own. He can help finance some of your stuff. You need someone with a little money to throw around if you’re serious about getting into the industry, and he’s a good guy, Blair. Just... trust me on this."

Blair stared at her for a moment, eyes narrowing, before letting out a sigh. She didn’t like depending on anyone, especially not someone she barely knew anymore. But Marlenne had a way of making things sound so simple, even when they weren’t.

"Alright," Blair muttered, pulling her jacket tighter around her, "I’ll think about it."

"Good!" Marlenne grinned, proud of her persuasive skills. "And trust me, you won’t regret it."

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“And all of that is going to be… a musical?”

Remus was stunned, to say the least. His eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned forward slightly, as if trying to understand what had just come out of Blair’s mouth.

Blair didn’t notice his shock at first. She was busy chatting with the bartender, her usual easy smile on her face as he served her another drink.The rest of the group at the table was in full celebration mode, laughing and talking excitedly about their new project. As Blair had explained what she wanted the movie to be about, they had all eagerly jumped at the chance to work on it, their enthusiasm palpable. But Remus seemed a bit... taken aback.

“Yes… a musical," Blair said, finally turning her attention back to Remus. She tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes, "Marlenne said Sirius has some decent writing skills, and if we cut some expenses, we can get someone else to work with him. Make the project work, you know?"

Remus nodded slowly, still processing the idea. "What are they called, then?"

Blair’s lips curled into a slight, almost secretive smile. "Huh?"

“Your characters… what are they called?”

Blair looked around the dimly lit pub, her gaze lingering for a moment before it found the bartender, who was adjusting bottles behind the counter. She smiled at him, a brief flicker of familiarity in her eyes, then turned back to Remus. "Oh, um… they’re Mia and,” she hesitated, before adding, “Sebastian."

Remus couldn’t help but let out a short, surprised laugh. Blair's grin only widened, clearly enjoying his reaction.

"Really?" he asked, a little amused. "Sebastian? As in..."

Blair shrugged casually, almost nonchalantly. "Yep, as in my favorite bartender. I thought it had a nice ring to it." Her slender fingers wrapped around her drink with ease, a small movement, but one that caught his attention. Her posture, too, leaned just slightly, as if too comfortable in her own skin.

Remus chuckled again, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before he spoke, charmed but still processing. "I see. So, Mia and Sebastian... sounds like a star-crossed love story, huh?"

Blair let the question linger, her lips curving into something playful but unreadable. "Maybe. Or maybe it’s not what you think at all." She gave him a look that made it hard for him to tell whether she was teasing or just keeping him on edge. She leaned back a bit, the edge of her shirt falling loose at the sides, and Remus couldn’t help but notice how it subtly hugged the lines of her frame.

He gave a little smile, though a part of him felt slightly intrigued by her quiet confidence. "You like keeping people guessing, don’t you?"

Blair didn’t immediately respond, and instead, she took a slow sip from her glass, her eyes meeting his with a calm that only deepened his curiosity. "Maybe I just like to keep things interesting."

There was a long pause. Remus opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could get another word out, Blair was already moving away, slipping through the crowd without another glance.

He stared after her, unsure whether he should follow.

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look-a-yandere-fandom-blog · 2 months ago

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Dr. Lymer & Dr. Greavesly | Yandere Headcanons

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Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.

No Spoilers.

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Content Warning: Bloodletting, blood drinking, surgeries, sadism, marking, obsessive/possessive behaviour, plenty of leeches, these two are proper yikes so brace yourself.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)

Giving myself a bit of a challenge here - as so far asylum-wise I've only written for Stockill, and he already kinda fits into the yandere archetype within canon (obsessive towards those who intrigue him, extreme/murderous jealousy, etc).

But, I needed to try something out of my comfort zone, and sadistic yans can be interesting to write soo... have these two, I suppose???

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- To catch the eye of the asylum's staff spells misfortune for any soul.

- To catch the eye of its bleeder? Or its butcher? That is more than mere misfortune: it is a tragedy.

- Well… Let's start with Lymer, shall we?

- A lecherous and leech-loving man; if one were to spark this doctor’s curiosity, it would likely be through his infamous bloodletting.

- Lymer has bled many before, evidenced by rows upon rows of bottled blood that surround unfortunate visitors to his ward.

- Blood is not simply a career to Lymer, it is a sickening passion. And such is his passion for the creatures that deliver it to him.

- Then, isn't it fitting that they are what trigger his obsession?

- It was a bloodletting, just like every other. Lymer thought it would be no different. But, as the procedure drags on, he watches his dear leeches. Bloodthirsty little buggers, yet somehow thirstier today than usual.

- Yes, with this one, this inmate, they seem as though they cannot get enough!

- Perhaps it were an imagining of the doctor's, or perhaps a genuine strangeness in the creatures' behaviour.

- Regardless, Lymer decides on the best practice to follow. His go-to practice.

- More bleeding.

- Much, much, more.

- Soon, the dozens of filled bottles are replaced. The labels torn off and the jars cleaned out.

- Replaced by more blood. All from a single 'donor': the unfortunate patient who took his fancy.

- But it was never enough.

- No matter how many samples he gathers. No matter how many times he watches his leeches feed and feed and feed and feed.

- It is never enough for the leeches.

- It is never enough for him.

- A moment of curiosity was all it took, alone in the ward, as he held a bottle between his fingers.

- What was it that his beloved leeches adored so much?

- In an instant, blood rushed past his lips, the tang of metal coating his tongue as he tipped the glass back. Intoxicating.

- An older sample, however. Cold and half-clotted. It could be better.

- So, the next bloodletting… this one is different.

- Ushering his assistants out of the room, Lymer's mind whirrs, a filthy grin set into his unkempt features.

- In this place, a smile cannot be a good thing.

- The inmate lies down, nervous, yet incapable of resisting. It would be worse for them if they did.

- Soon, the prick of tiny teeth piercing their skin, uncomfortably familiar.

- But once a wound is made, the leech is yanked away, squirming restlessly as Lymer tosses it into a jar.

- The doctor impatiently eyes the wound, pressing himself to the side of the medical bed.

- Warm. Fresh.

- Then, he undoes the leather straps around their bleeding arm. Fumbling with the buckles while his mouth begins to water.

- Vampiric and depraved. The poor soul can do nothing but stare with horror as his teeth latch around their wrist. His eager hands press into their arm, greedily squeezing flesh, ensuring that the flow continues.

- Drinking and drinking and drinking. Engraining the taste in his memory.

- They try to yank their arm away, but the doctor does not budge. Sinking his teeth in deeper. Not wanting the meal to end.

- It's raw. It's disgusting. It should disgust him: ingesting the impure blood that may very well be the reason they landed here in the first place.

- But, the only word that comes to his bleary, buzzing, mind is 'divine'.

- After an age, Lymer is dragged to reality by the patient, their body starting to fall limp (a side-effect of blood loss, and a rather entertaining one in his eyes).

- Finally, he is satisfied. Full and content like his leeches.

- He looks up to the patient's face. A repulsive red fills the gaps between his teeth, his eyes half-lidded as he leers at them, soaking in their bewildered gaze.

- How do they not understand? Do they not know disgustingly good they taste?

- Lymer runs his gaze over them, his drunken mind groping for more places to drain. The other arm, maybe. Or perhaps a leg. Or their neck?

- He saves those thoughts for another time, having satiated his thirst for now.

- But, he does not move to undo the patient's bindings and send them on their way, as usual. Instead, he restrains their arm once again.

- He knows, like every craving, he will not remain satisfied forever.

- And so here they will stay, bound and weak in the bloodletting wing, until Lymer's hunger arises once again.

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- Dr. Greavesly is no better. An agitated, barbaric, beast; finding pleasure only in getting under others' skin. Both metaphorically and literally.

- In his case, the reactions of an inmate are what catch the butcher’s attention.

- Specifically, their lack of reaction.

- The patient is resilient. Barely batting an eye to the preserved organs and entrails proudly decorating the surgical theatre. Hardly wincing at the dig of his blades against their flesh.

- A challenge.

- So, naturally, things become much, much worse for them. Dragged out to the operating theatre more and more frequently as Greavesly's determination grows.

- The procedures are just as wild as him. Everything is on the table: slicing their skin open, carving deep into their muscles, perhaps even amputating a few small things... maybe a couple of fingers. Any 'trinkets' are then displayed alongside the other jars, mocking the inmate every visit after.

- Although, he does imagine much worse. Tearing out their organs, holding their insides with his rough hands, watching the spite and life leave from their eyes...

- He is more restrained than he would like to be. Only as he knows how fine the line between life and death is. A bit too much pain and he could kill them before they crack.

- Greavesly doesn't want that. He doesn't want them to die yet. He wants their strength to splinter, to split, to shatter beyond salvation.

- And he wants to revel in it.

- Even the asylum's wards are not a sanctuary, as the surgeon stalks out from his operating theatre. Restless hands twitching as he hunts for the inmate, tormenting them in every free moment he gets.

- He would spend every waking moment, if he could. Alas, he has to perform the operations he was hired for, lest Stockill get on his case.

- It is clear that this inmate is Greavesly's alone to torment. And in most cases, a single glare from the butcher is enough to drive the other staff away. However, some just can't seem to get the message.

- Any chasers who push their luck? Well, they don't tend to return.

- At least, not all in one piece. After all, Greavesly wouldn't want someone else to break his challenge first. That would be no fun.

- Speaking of…

- As his obsession draws on, fun is what Greavesly starts to value more and more.

- There is little strategy or decorum in his actions to begin with. But as time ticks on, he becomes more creative.

- More self-indulgent.

- After all, pain isn't the only way in which one can be broken.

- Forcing them to watch the procedures he performs on other patients is a favourite of his. Even in this cursed building, the inmates cannot help their sympathy for each other. And he cannot help the urge to take advantage of that.

- Meanwhile, in his downtime, Greavesly will lay back in a chair and yank them into his lap, overgrown red hair falling over them.

- As he inhales those damned opium cigarettes, he blows smoke into their face, laughing at their irritated splutters. And if they try to pull away? Well, those cigs are good for giving burn marks too.

- The question is, if they break, when they break, what will become of them?

- Would he finally leave them alone? Would he put them out of their misery?

- Or would it only make his obsession worse?

- That is for the future to reveal.

- For now, this 'challenge' is keeping him occupied, keeping his technique sharp with new methods of torture and maiming.

- Greavesly has discovered that breaking a body is easy, but breaking a mind is so much more fun...

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#do lymer/greavesly fans exist?#if so #hi #lovely to see you #as said earlier #needed something out of my comfort zone #and i haven't written for any truly abhorrent yans recently #so what better way to really lean into the horror factor #than with these two?#the asylum for wayward victorian girls #yandere x reader #yandere #male yandere #Dr Lymer #Francis Lymer #Dr Greavesly #Gower Greavesly #yandere doctor #tafwvg

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pinkkop · 3 months ago

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This week's recap is brought to you by Jaemin doing a one-person reenactment of The Ides of March just in time for the actual event ... with a dinner knife🤯

QL Recap for Week 11

The 10th of March to the 16th of March

🇹🇭 Gelboys

Episode 6 of 7 || Watching on: iQiYi, Saturday

Oh, boys! So much crying! My heart is aching for them and their poor broken hearts. I do think it was romantic and such a significant sign of personal growth that Chian made such a big gesture. He apologized, showed that he knew what he'd done wrong and clearly told Fourmod what he feels and wants going forward. That zoom call was, however, so painful to watch, because they all just can't figure out what they're feeling and what they actually want. I am entirely convinced that Baabin likes Bua, he just needs to finally let go of his hope and feelings for Fourmod. Like, my guy, there is no hope there!! And you had to put on two pairs of socks to hide away your nail-polished toes! I've never seen such a clear sign that someone is in denial and that denial is going to keep hurting people a little longer it seems. So far, I'm Team "Baabin's Happiness" and Team "Get Bua a Different Dream than being an Influencer, Please!" and the minute I'm reassured that Fourmod still likes Chian, I'll be on Team FourmodChian as well. Also, final random note: I totally thought that Fai was dating someone else in their friend group so this week took me by surprise. It fit the show and plot well but I do kinda wish that they had only ever stayed friends. I need more strong friendships in my shows and I got so excited when she comforted Fourmod the episode before this week. I do worry that this whole friendship group will have dissolved by the end of this show because of all the drama.

🇹🇭 Secret Relationships

Episode 6 of 8 || Watching on: Gagaoolala, Wednesday

This show is insane!!! ... in the best way possible. I had no idea Korea could go this toxic but I'm having a blast. Daon clearly has or does love them all, but Jaemin and Suhyeon just lost their chance. Seems like Suhyeon and Seonghyeon are teaming up next week so maybe the evil polycule isn't quite of the table yet. Suhyeon just has to stop being so violent before that can happen. Anyways, I don't really care who Daon ends up with as long as he's happy.

🇹🇭 Perfect 10 Liners

Episode 21 of 24 || Watching on: Youtube, Sunday

I just keep loving Fai and Wine week after week!! They are so good for each other and could have such a good and long lasting relationship if they just made it official. It's really interesting to see their friends' reactions to the little bit they learn about Fai and Wine's relationship because neither of them have really shared the extent with which their relationship has evolved. I'm assuming we're going to run into some struggles soon, which I'm looking forward to, but until then I'm happily basking in their cute interactions and excited for them to meet Tawan.

🇹🇭 Reverse with Me

Episode 6 of 8 || Watching on: iQiYi, Wednesday

I guess we're in homophobia central with this week's episode, yikes! I felt so bad for Kliaokhluen. Both her family and best friend! At least it seemed like Meow saw some sense. Luckily the plot is plotting and I'm enjoying it very much. Especially after the homophobic conversation, I really hope Meow doesn't end up with Thi. It would be much better if they just end up good friends.

🇹🇭 My Golden Blood

Episode 1 of 12 || Watching on: Youtube, Wednesday

Just to get it out of the way: I'll be watching My Golden Blood and talking about it on tumblr the same way I do all the other shows. If you don't want to see or hear me talking about the show, I tag all my posts so any My Golden Blood posts should be easy to filter out. I talk more in depth about My Golden Blood and Joss here but let's get to my thoughts on the actual episode. I didn't really have any expectations for this show so the bar was pretty low and the first episode passed it easily. As many people have pointed out, this show gives Twilight and 2000-2010s Vampire show vibes and I was definitely knee high in those back then so I am not complaining. I'm keeping my expectations low but I liked the first episode enough to want to see more.

That's it for this week!!

For links and airing schedule check out World of BL (Only for BLs)

#Reverse with Me #Reverse with Me the series #Secret Relationships #My Golden Blood #My Golden Blood the series #Gelboys #Gelboys the series #Perfect 10 Liners #Perfect 10 Liners the series #Sof Watches Weekly #Sof Watches BL

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pillowhoep · 7 months ago

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Unstable Elements .𖥔 ݁ ˖ S. Mingi

Summary: You're just trying your best to get through college and stay on track; all of that gets ruined when you meet your new lab partner, Mingi, who has more than a couple skeletons in his closet.

Pairing: fwb!mingi x female!reader

Genre: angst | non-idol au | college au l e2l (ish)

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 7.2k

Content Warnings: cursing and nicknames (Mingi says princess)

Notes: Hi, this is my first fic. I wrote most of this, but it's so long that I'm gonna to split it up into parts. Yay, I hope someone likes this. I'll survive if you don't.

Update: I changed some things because I'm never satisfied with my work ;)

The nerves of your first day in lab are reaching their peak as you drive. This class was notoriously difficult despite only being a few credits but you were ready for the challenge. With your minimal lab experience, you knew you’d struggle but it was a stepping stone. After parking your car in the lot of the Life Sciences Building, you notice there are still 20 minutes left before lab so you take the extra time to read over the protocol once more. After you finish reading the steps for today’s experiment, you do just one last check of your hair and face to make sure you still look cute. You walk inside the maze that is the Life Sciences Building, hopelessly looking around for room 296B. All of the hallways looked straight out of a horror movie, flickering lights and all. You notice a couple of students lined up outside one room in particular, to your luck it is your lab.

You take this as a chance to do some flashcards for another class. Putting in your headphones, you begin to zone everything out. Flipping through card after card, the material was beginning to get easier for you, this exam is gonna be a breeze. A special soft-study playlist blared in your ears so you didn’t notice the stranger who attempted to make conversation with you. That is until you feel two light pokes on your shoulder, you angrily sigh taking your headphones out. You clearly did not want to be bothered and what could possibly be so important that someone would have to interrupt you. You turn around to a tall blonde guy waiting for an answer from you. After taking a better look at him you were happy that he interrupted your study session, he is literally gorgeous. His hair was a little messy, but it fit his face so well. The smile on your face stretching practically ear-to-ear as you grinned up at him, taking one headphone out of your ear.

“Sorry?”

“Didn’t we meet last week? Stacy?” Your smile immediately drops when you recognize his famous deep voice. Song Mingi. Every time you’ve seen him he’s been loud, stupid, brash, and only shown interest in one thing. He always has some crazy rumor going around about him, last week you heard he got caught having sex in some professor’s office. Big yikes and a hard pass for you. “No, I don’t think we’ve met, unfortunately.” You give him a sarcastic smile and turn back to your phone. Feeling him staring at you, you face him, “I’m pretty sure you can tell I’m doing something,” and immediately start doing flashcards again. Before he can retort, the door of the lab swings open and your TA is hanging out of the door frame with one hand and a perfect smile on his face. He was pretty eccentric-looking for a STEM major with his dyed hair and colorful clothes. “Hello everyone! Sorry for the wait. Please follow me” the hoard of students follows behind the man who has a lot of pep in his step. “I am Hongjoong, your TA for the semester, I will be leading this lab. You guys have been assigned partners and stations…” He droned on about lab safety, chemical hazards, fire hazard, eye wash station, and the like. He finally sends you guys away after about 20 minutes of safety. You get to your station, situating yourself by putting your backpack away in the cabinet below the station. You bend down to take out your lab protocol, smiling to yourself because you remembered to print it out. You were so good, you thought to yourself. You see Mingi approaching you from the corner of your eye and pray he isn’t going to talk to you again. Instead he quietly makes his way around you and places his bag in the cabinet on the other side of your bench. What is going on? You look at him disgustedly, he laughs when he notices you staring. “Look at the board, genius,” he said, pointing his finger at the board. You whip your head around to see Mingi Song as your assigned partner. Luck is never on your side. You roll your eyes and turn your body away from him. The lab period begins and everyone settles into their places with their partners. As the TA was doing his rounds he spotted a student not practicing lab safety, “uh, Mingi is it? No phones in the lab.” Mingi shoots him an annoyed look and sighs audibly before shoving his phone into his back pocket. “I don’t have the protocol–“

“That’s fine. I’m sure your lab partner–“ he turns around to find your name on the board. “Y/n. I don’t think she’d mind sharing, right?” He was giving you such a sweet smile, how could you say no? You give Hongjoong your most innocent smile and slid the protocol towards Mingi. Hongjoong did a little clap and walked away. “Thanks” Mingi scoffs at you. “Of course” you roll your eyes at him. You guys worked in silence, refusing to talk to each other. The lab bench was relatively small so Mingi would hover over your shoulder to get a better view. Every now and then he grazes your back but since his frame is so large you're basically suffocating.

“Can you move over?” Mingi slowly turns his eyes to you and quietly moves over. You hear him huff and see him struggling to light his Bunsen burner. He takes a deep sigh with his eyes closed, and turns to you, reluctant to speak. “You mind helping?” Motioning him away from the bench, you attach a rubber tube to the gas nozzle in the wall and attach the other end of the tube to the burner. After turning the gas on you grab the sparker and a single steady flame erupts from the burner. You turn to Mingi to see him already frowning at you. You hand him his sparker, “try reading the lab manual next time and you won’t be so lost.” He snatches the sparker from your hands and continues the lab. Mingi quietly thanks you for the help but he doesn’t understand why you dislike him so much. The two of you just met and will have to interact for the next three months. Even though he's trying to be cordial with you it’ll only last so long. Lucky for him, you were smart so his situation wasn’t all that bleak. It took you like 30 minutes to set up and finish the lab. The test tube in your hand looked perfect, just like the protocol, and if you were nice enough maybe Mingi could leave early too. You have to throw away your results anyway so what’ll it matter if he uses your work. But before Mingi can muster up the courage to ask you, you begin to walk towards your TA. As soon as he gives you a thumbs up, you race to pack your things. This late night lab was a horrible idea, it’s already 9:30 and you have an assignment due at midnight. “Hey y/n, before you leave—I know you’re gonna throw your results away, so would it be cool if I—”

“No.” You drop the tube in the biohazard bin and swing your backpack over your shoulder. His pretty face and deep voice could have convinced you to help him but you don’t care, it's not like you’re gonna need him. So you leave without saying another word to him.

It’s the second lab and you are very set on finishing the lab early but Mingi is all over the place. He forgot to print his lab procedures, again, so you guys ended up shoulder to shoulder, again, just to read the paper. He hasn’t spoken to you at all. It’s probably because of the last lab, but if you let him cheat off you once he’ll want to do it every time so you set a boundary. Mingi wasn’t good at lab work and he did need help but he’d rather ask anyone but you. Lucky for him, the girls on the bench next door have been eyeing him since last lab. First, he went up to them asking about the procedure and eventually spent the entire lab period at their bench. You weren’t really listening to his conversation but you knew he was trying to take their data. This made no sense because his lab report had to match up yours, so he’s only creating more work for himself. It honestly doesn’t matter because at least he isn’t asking you for your work. Plus, you did not have the patience those girls did. Accepting that you’ve officially lost your partner, you decide to continue your lab with a disappointed sigh.

The first to finish today, you confidently stride to your TA with your yield. “Wow, this is a great yield! Y/n, right?” You nodded. “You finished really fast last time too, I should’ve guessed you’d kill it today too. It looks great, you can head out.” You head back to your bench, still high from the praise, grab your things, and prepare to leave until you overhear Mingi talking to your TA. Despite his lack of effort, he managed to make it through and finish at the same time as you today. Even though you watched the lecture last night and read through the protocol in your car, Mingi got the same grade. All he did was ask the girls working beside your shared bench for their results with his deep ass voice and they folded immediately. Of course they did, pretty privilege is ruining society. After cleaning up the mess you made, you head out in a rush, slipping your headphones into your ear and finally you can relax until you hear fucking Mingi call you. Deciding to ignore him, you keep walking. He calls your name one more time, so you turn around to face him with your arms crossed in front of you because it was getting awkward.

“Yes?”

“Can I see your data sheet? Just for the report, I have everything else though—“

“No. Do your own work.” You turn around and start walking but he follows you.

“Jeez lighten up, y/n. It’s not that big of a deal–.”

“Okay then don’t ask me for stuff.”

“I’m not copying off you, I just want to compare—“

“No.” He turns his head away with tsk in a bout of frustration.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. What’s your problem with me, I just met you.”

“My problem is that you’re lazy. I’m your partner, I’m not gonna do everything for you.”

“When did I ask you to do anything? Yeah, I asked for help once but I don’t think that’s a crime.” Both of you are seething with anger. He turns his eyes to the floor with a small, tired sigh, “you know what, you’re right. I shouldn’t be cheating but I just need an estimate. I don’t wanna fail this class, please.” Yeah you don’t like him but you’re not a monster. You kneel down angrily and pull the sheet out of your bag with frustration and nudge it towards him. He smiles down at you, “Thank you.” For a while, he was flipping through the sheets trying to absorb whatever information he could before handing it back to you. “You know, you’re actually kinda cute when you’re nice.” Your mouth fell open as you snatched your sheet back, you hated to admit that Mingi calling you cute caught you off guard. He chuckled at your face as he walked around you towards the staircase. “Don’t talk to me like that!” You yelled as he kept walking down the hall. He turns around, walking backwards and mouths, “so my type,” before heading out of your line of sight. You stood there for a second, your face growing hot. It’s so embarrassing that Mingi, out of all people, has you blushing like this. He’s so annoying but he’s hot, but none of that matters because he is a bad man. You really need to get out more, maybe touch some grass, or a man.

The meeting you scheduled with your advisor ran long and you were speeding to make it to lab on time but you were already 20 minutes late. It didn’t help that the Life Sciences Building was in the very corner of the campus. After parking your car, you rush inside. You didn’t even have time to read the protocol so you were practically winging this lab. Hoping that Mingi remembered to print his protocol today, you walk in and immediately explain your situation to Hongjoong who smiles and gives you an “it’s okay” pat on the shoulder (god bless him). As you head to your bench, you see another girl working with Mingi. The both of them giggle as they work. Great, someone stole your spot. You stand there for a second, kind of annoyed, until Mingi sees you and gestures you over. You choose to ignore him and opt to find an empty station in the back of the room. You didn’t need Mingi’s dumbass to do this lab. Sending Mingi one final glare as he worked, you find yourself all alone in a secluded corner of the room. Still upset, you realize that you have no time to be petty, you were already late so you have to start your experiment with haste. Seeing that you’ve changed seats Hongjoong comes over to you looking between Mingi and his new lab partner and you, “he replaced you?” He said laughing. You laugh with him and nod.

“It’s fine y/n, let me know if you need any help.” He winks at you and begins to walk away, you grab the corner of his lab coat, “Actually can you check this for me?”

Hongjoong smiles and walks over to you peeking over your shoulder as you shake the liquid in your test tube. His chest lightly grazing your shoulder. You could feel his breath fanning your neck, this proximity is making you nervous so you pull away, slightly. He reaches out for your test tube, his hand engulfing yours for a brief second as he smiles at you. You aren’t sure if he’s flirting with you but for your sanity you hope he isn’t, you cannot afford to develop a crush right now. Eveytime you’ve been interested in someone in one of your classes, you can’t focus on your work and do worse than you would regularly. So you keep avoiding the idea that Hongjoong might be interested. “This looks good. Just follow the protocol, don’t worry. You always do good.”

He gives you a thumbs up and his addictive smile before walking away. That was all the reassurance you needed to begin with the last step. You face your setup again, ready to continue your lab.

Deep in concentration, bent over with your hands on your knees, you’re trying to get the best angle to see the bottom of your flask. For the experiment to work, you had to stop the heat right as the solution began to evaporate. It’s so difficult for you to find the right angle so you keep alternating between bending over and standing straight with your head turned. All of the sudden the water in the sink behind you turns on, scaring you. When you turn around you see Mingi standing at the sink washing a flask that wasn’t even dirty. He turns around to make eye contact with you, you roll your eyes at him in response and continue to fixate on your flask.

“Why didn’t you come to the bench?” You flinch hearing Mingi’s voice. He’s standing right behind you. “I called you over when you came in.” Your eyes are still fixed on your flask, you do not care for this conversation right now, “You were busy and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“I wasn’t busy, I was waiting for you.” You scoff and stand up straight.

“It’s not that serious Mingi.”

“I mean, you’re one that’s mad. So I came over here to tell you that I didn’t give your spot away.”

“Mingi, I genuinely don’t care.”

“Then why’d you walk away when I told you to come over.”

“Because I didn’t feel like telling some random person to move, I don't care about the bench that much—”

“Are you jealous?” You take a moment and just stare at him, hoping he’s embarrassed. But he has no shame in his eyes as he laughs at your deadpan expression, you can’t help but laugh at him too because deluded much?

“Jealous of what?” You ask in between chuckles.

“I don’t know, me working with someone else.”

“Yeah, okay. Go back to your partner–”

“See!” Just as you’re about to tell off you can’t help but break out in laughter when you see his face.You’re only laughing because you find Mingi so corny and you don't necessarily hate his flirting.

“What’s wrong with you? Go away, I’m busy.”

“I wanna see how to do it right, so I’ll stay…” He stands next to you, leaning against the bench. You decide to keep going with your experiment, keeping a watchful eye on the flask. Mingi hesitates to say something, his voice is so quiet when he says, “Anyway, it’s not as fun if you’re not there to yell at me.” You almost don’t hear what he says, almost.

“What?”

“Nothing, now come back. I don’t know what I’m doing.” He pushes your shoulder to get your attention but you’re still focused on the flask. He does it again, waiting for you to look at him. Finally, you get annoyed and push his hand away, you’re about to tell him to go away for like the fifth time but you stop when you notice how handsome he looks. What is happening? His eyes scan your face and for a second you swear that he lingers on your lips when he licks his own. Taking a step back, you break the weird tension between you two,

“Well, I’m good on that so go back to your new lab partner.” He sucked his teeth making a tsk noise,

“So someone is jealous?” Your breath hitches and you feel yourself get warm again. It’s not like you were actually jealous, but how could he just work with someone else when you’ve been helping him so much? That aside, his persistence is also a bit much for you. You’ve never met a man as adamant as him.

“Oh please, Mingi you wish,” he takes a step closer to you and the air gets thick. “But, you’re the one who’s mad at me.”

“I’m not mad. I could’ve used the help today—”

“Well, it’s not like I told her to come. She just showed up.”

You turn to step away from him, waving your hand in front of his face, “I don’t care Mingi, stop botheri–” he grabs your hand pulling you back under his gaze. “But I care, y/n. Especially when you get all worked up like this.” His grip still holding you in place as he smiles down at you, you were taken aback by this attack. The words refuse to leave your mouth and for a moment, that felt like an hour, there’s just silence as your eyes meet his. Suddenly, your solution vigorously bubbles out of the flask, pulling your attention away from Mingi. You rush to grab the flask but it’s scalding hot and burns you. Immediately grabbing your hand after you drop the flask on the counter. The liquid inside spilling out as the burn courses through every nerve in your hand, tears threatening to spill out. You whine some curses under your breath clutching your hand to your chest. Mingi grabs your hand, pulling you to the sink and sticks your bright red hand under cold water. You sniffle and look up at Mingi to see his face twisted into a worried frown, unable to look at your teary-eyed face. Blinking away your tears, you turn around to see all of your work gone and sigh at the thought of having to start over.

“It’s okay, just use my results. He already gave me my grade,” you were going to decline his offer but you seriously did not want to stay any longer. So you quietly accept and thank him. He was still holding your hand under the water. You attempt to pull out of his grasp but his hand tightens around wrist, insisting that he hold it for you.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I was just messing around but seriously, I’m sorry,” about to laugh, you see that Mingi is actually upset. His eyebrows furrowed and his gaze stuck on the floor. He was being sincere and it actually warmed your heart a bit. “It’s not your fault, at all. Just a freak accident. But maybe focus on your work instead of flirting with me.” You were trying to lighten the mood and it worked because he finally laughed,

“Didn’t I say you were my type?”

“Yeah? What’s your type? Smarter than you?” His eyes forming crescent moons as he smiles down at you.

“Yeah, basically. Smarter than me, rude, burned hand, the whole package.” You send a “hmph” his way and pull away from him. This time he lets you go. While you were putting away your setup, you called your TA over to show him Mingi’s results. “These aren’t your results are they?” You didn’t think your lie would get caught so easily but you knew you looked guilty. “No, I burned myself and lost all of my solution,” holding your red hand up. “Oh no!” He thought for a second, took another glance at your hand and sighed. “You know I shouldn’t do this but I know you worked hard on this lab all alone so I’ll give you the grade. Keep this between us, though, okay?” Hongjoong was so sweet it was bringing a tear to your eye, you nodded at him. “I hope your hand gets better, but next time call me over if anything happens.” You agree to his request and thank your gracious TA with admiration in your eyes. Looking around, you see that everyone has left lab except for you, and apparently Mingi who is waiting at the door. After waving goodbye to your TA, you head out of the lab and Mingi starts walking with you.

“You said bye to your boyfriend? You sure he doesn’t want a kiss too?”

“Oh my god, I was just telling him about my hand.” Holding up your hand to show him and he visibly gets upset. He’s internally blaming himself for your injury, but it’s weirdly sweet.

“Seriously Mingi, it's not your fault. I’m fine, nothing even happened.”

“Y/n, I’ll never work with another girl again okay?”

“Mingi, it’s not about you. It’s the bench…” He rolls his eyes and laughs.

“Liar, I know you’re jealous,”

“Yes, Mingi, for your sake, I am jealous. Happy?”

“Yeah. I am actually.”

“Good.”

“I also want you to say that ‘Mingi is the best lab partner–‘”

“It’s really good to have confidence, but let’s calm down Mingi.” You both laugh and continue to talk while walking to your cars together. Once you arrive at the parking lot, you notice that you parked very close to his car.

“It’s like you’re following me, y/n. Just admit that you’re into me.” He stuck his tongue out slightly while smiling. Ignoring him, you unlock your car and sit inside. You flipped open the mirror taking a quick look at yourself. You were smiling so hard and you didn’t even notice. Your mind wanders to Mingi knowing he’s the reason for your smile. You were surprised by how comfortable you were with him despite this being your fourth time meeting. You hated to admit it but you were kinda into him but you weren’t willing to take the chance at embarrassment. Mingi is so outgoing, handsome, and you knew he was definitely popular with girls. It scared you. He spoke to everyone so easily, even you. He has you arguing with him like a child. You tried your best to resist his charm but you found yourself wanting to see him outside of class or even ask for his number. Lately, your mind has been screaming at you to throw caution to the wind and just take a chance. From the rumors, it didn’t seem like he was the type to date but it’s not like you wanted a boyfriend right now. You’re too busy with school and work. While your experience with men was limited to your one ex-boyfriend, you think that Mingi is also interested… or he’s probably interested in many other girls. You didn’t want to be one of the “many other girls” who were involved with him. Despite that, you still find yourself wondering if you even like him. You know that you enjoy his company. Even with all your uncertainty about your feelings, lab was becoming the highlight of your week.

The professor who ran your lab offered students extra credit if they attended his research seminars and you were free and would love the extra points. You arrived right as the lecture began and found an empty seat in the back. Since midterms were starting to pick up, you had to do some to keep up with your load. You’ve finished two assignments by the time the second speaker is called up. Clapping, you look around the room and notice there was more faculty than students but the room was starting to fill up. There were only a few seats left but luckily no one sat next to you. The lecture was actually quite interesting, from the few topics you’re able to pick up, you’re going to write a great mini report on this. After finishing a decent amount of work you decide to map out the extra credit report. Your ears perk up when you hear a hushed “excuse me”. Someone is walking down your row and instinctively you move your feet back to let them pass, yet no one passes. You see a pair of chunky sneakers stopped beside you when the seat to your right is abruptly taken. “Funny seeing you here, princess.” Mingi was sitting next to you with messy hair and big glasses resting in his nose bridge. Surprised to see your lazy lab partner, you smile at him. “Princess?” He’s too busy shuffling around to get situated to notice that you enjoyed the nickname. He takes out a notebook and shifts his body into yours and that’s when your internal panic begins. He’s so unpredictable, you never know what he’s going to do. Sometimes he’s rude, other times he’s sweet, you just couldn’t get a gauge on his behavior. Leaning closer to you, pressing his shoulder to yours, he whispers, “What are you doing?” He was so close. Everytime Mingi touches you, whether intentional or not, you immediately lose your train of thought. You mouth homework to him and he fake gags. Continuing your work, you feel Mingi’s knee touching yours. Unsure of what to do you just leave your leg as is. Mingi takes your indifference to his touch as an invitation and puts his arm around the back of your chair, his arm just barely touching your back. He leans into you again to take a closer look at your screen. Your breath hitches, you can feel the warmth emanating from his body. You lean away from Mingi a bit to cool yourself down because you still feel like you’re on fire. He keeps leaning into you to see so you just turn your computer towards him to give him a better view. “You’re taking notes too? You’re so good y/n.” His praises sound a little too good with his deep voice and piercing eyes. If there was one thing Mingi loved, it was eye contact. He stares right into your eyes, you try to hold his gaze but it was too much so you laugh awkwardly and continue your work. With his arm brushing against your back, he brings his mouth to your ear, “you wanna hang out after this?” His deep voice was like honey to your ears. You could smell his cologne, god he smelled so good. He knew the exact effect he had on women.

“It’s 7pm on a Tuesday, what could we possibly do?” Mingi holds your gaze, looking right into your soul again, his smile slowly widening.

“You wanna come over? We can watch a movie,” slightly disgusted you look away with an “ugh”. How could he ask you that so casually? You decline his offer after shaking your head, disappointed. He moves his arm from the chair to your shoulder and pulls you toward him.

“You can’t always say no.” Completely caught off guard with the little distance he’s put between your faces, your eyes immediately fall to his lips. If you move just a bit forward your lips would touch. You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You were struggling to keep yourself together but he was completely fine. He was waiting for you to answer but you were so overwhelmed by him that your mouth just hung slightly open waiting for words to come out. You snap out of your daze when the people seated around you begin clapping, the third speaker is up. You push him away, embarrassed, remembering you’re at an academic seminar, and he’s unapologetically flirting. He lets go of your face, laughing, but keeps his arm around your shoulder. “Mingi we’re at a seminar!” Angrily whispering at him, you remove his arm from your shoulder. Your heart is still pounding, you can tell Mingi really gets a kick from seeing you so flustered by him. He brings you close again by pulling your arm.

“So what? if it was just me and you, then what? Hm?” Like a deer in headlights, you can’t speak, move, or do anything.

“Come on princess, say something.”

“We’re not alone though–” Attempting to push him away, you grab his hand to remove it from your hand but he’s so strong. Squeezing your arm slightly but making sure he didn’t hurt you. “Okay, then let’s go and be alone.” He nudges his head toward the door. There was a long pause, you staring at him, eyes wide, and him back at you, a smile plastered across his face. His smile turned into a laugh seeing your shocked reaction.

“I’m just kidding y/n. Relax.” You can’t help but sigh when he admits he’s joking because mindless flirting is one thing but acting on that flirting? Very dangerous.

“Good. Don’t be weird. Anyway, I hope you know–” Trying to change the topic but Mingi insists on teasing you a bit.

“Yeah yeah, you wouldn’t survive two minutes alone with me.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Come find out.” Your gaze towards Mingi develops into a smile matching his. You’re so sick of him messing with your emotions, you decide to match his energy.

“Beg me and I might.” He widens his eyes at your response but he was more interested than shocked. Now you’re the one laughing at his flustered expression. This is fun. He licks his lips, and pulls you close by your arm. “Please y/n. I’ll do anyth—” Before he can finish his sentence the room erupted with applause. You’re guessing the lecture has ended, everyone around you was clapping so you two followed. Your brain finally started to work again. God, what was that? What came over you to say those things to him? What is he thinking? Mingi was just aimlessly flirting, but since when did you do that? Mingi is making you discover parts of yourself that you didn’t even know existed. Beg? Since when did you like men to beg? I mean, he did beg. Does that mean you have to go over? There is some downtime in your schedule so technically you can hang out with him. People are walking down your row to leave, you stand up leaning back to make way for everyone. Mingi starts packing his stuff and you begin to prepare yourself to tell Mingi that you’re ready to hang out. He pulls his hoodie and backpack on, you grab his arm hurriedly. His head turns so fast that you swear he could’ve broken his neck, smiling down at you with a big smile like he knew what you were going to say.

“Shall we–”

“Mingi!” Your declaration suddenly dies in your throat when you see a pretty girl in a mini skirt run up to Mingi and hug him from behind. His arm falls out of your grasp. He, almost as if it’s second nature, turns around and hugs her back, lifting her up a bit. As he puts her down, his hands slide down her body with so much ease like he’s done that millions of times before. His touch lingers on her hips and he pulls her closer to him as he’s talking to her. Seeing him touching her after he touched you has your heart sinking. Your heart was actually aching seeing how quickly Mingi disregarded you. Your ears are refusing to register any word of their conversation, you wanted to go home and leave this embarrassing moment but you couldn’t bring yourself to move or look away. Unsure of whether you were angry, sad, or disappointed, everything gets worse when you tune into their conversation. “Are you doing anything tonight?” She asks him, biting her lip, his gaze following the way her teeth engulfed her bottom lip. He took her in the same way he just looked at you. That was enough for you to pack up and leave because how long can you stand behind him, waiting for him to acknowledge you? You feel like throwing up as you walk out of the hall. Your face is so hot, this isn’t even due to jealousy, you’re just angry. He forgot that you were even there after he did all that during the lecture. What? This is so stupid, you’re so stupid. You sit in your car for a few more minutes ruminating on the fact that you wanted to kiss Mingi a few minutes ago. You even considered going to his place to “watch a movie” with him, you mull over your whole interaction with him with your head in your hands. This whole scenario was so embarrassing and couldn’t have gone any worse for you. You held your hands over your eyes trying to forget every feeling you ever had for Mingi. This was gross and icky but you can't blame yourself for him being a terrible person. He just wasn’t for you. The signs very obviously presented themselves and you just chose to avoid them. You’re glad that you’re going home to study and not hanging with Mingi. Fucking whore.

As he left, Mingi felt really bad for not saying anything to you before you left. All he could do was think about you during the car ride to his place, even with another girl in his arms all he did was think about you. The entire time, he kept wishing she was you. But even with his best efforts, it was so difficult to get through to you. Every time it seems like you like him, he does something to fuck it up. But, god. He wants you so badly, so he’ll keep trying until his interest subsides. His little “fascination” with you has been particularly concerning because it’s never taken him this long to get with a girl. You in lab yelling at him, calling him stupid, getting shy every time he flirted with you, even getting bold lately. No one was like you in any way to Mingi. No one was as fun as you were to him, even the way you insulted him was amazing. It turned him on. He loves when you lecture him in lab. No matter how hard Mingi tried to deny it, it was just different with you. He himself was still trying to figure out what he felt towards you. All he knew was that he loved everything about you: your face, your body, your voice, the way you’re always so on top of everything, he just wants to see you on top of him. So he’s been secretly trying to spend more time with you. He even showed up to a fucking extra credit lecture because he thought you’d be there. Lo and behold, you were there, eyes trained on the slideshow, taking notes or doing homework, whatever you did. He loved how you were so smart, it was so attractive to him. Always so focused on school or an assignment, he loved it. But you don’t make it easy for him, you’re so difficult. You always fight him which is why he really disliked you at the beginning of lab. But, as time went on you’re all he thinks about and he loves fighting with you. He was making progress with you but his little distraction definitely has him starting at square one again because you were not a forgiving woman. He can’t wait for the day he has you under him whining his name but for now, he’ll settle for your “shut up Mingi”. He loves a challenge and that’s exactly what you were.

#mingi hard hours #mingi smut #ateez smut #song mingi #mingi x reader #mingi #ateez #ateez mingi #ateez x reader #ateez hard hours #atz smut #atz fanfic #fix on #atz #fwb to lovers

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fraeuleintaka · 8 months ago

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Miscellaneous Thoughts on the new Reboot Trailer

The animation looks great! Not perfect and 2D is still better but there are some really nice shots.

They removed the nipple piercing from the hunting troll, the cowards! Just kidding, I assume this is supposed to be Knut? Not entirely sure. He looks a lot more intimidating than his original counterpart but also more like a generic ogre and less unique. I'm fine with it, I just hope they keep his personality (and him needing glasses with this look would be even funnier.)

I love the way Bloom's flames look around her body! The fire in her eyes is a great touch as well. If all of their powers look as amazing as this, there's definitely something to look forward to! (Please fix her "scream" in this scene though, it sounds pathetic.)

What is Flora doing here? Judging from what the trailer shows they seem to follow the original plot so far but Flora is there with Stella when taking Bloom to Alfea? Why? And why do they make it sound as if they were looking for Bloom specifically? I really like the chance-encounter-turning-into-a-lifetime-friendship aspect of Bloom meeting Stella for the first time so definitely sad that seems to be changed. On the other hand, being optimistic, it could point to a general change to include the other Winx in more scenes in general which would definitely be nice. We'll have to see. (Stella's face looks so weird in this shot.)

And I'm sorry but Stella's voice is awful. Way too squeaky and high! Icy's is also eh and too high again. The rest are okay at least, I guess? Maybe they'll sound better in the actual series. Hopefully the German voices are better like the originals were.

Alfea looks gorgeous!

There seem to be some characters who look more like witches walking around at Alfea? I heard some theories about witches being taught there as well. Really not a fan of that. It doesn't fit at all and they'd have to change the lore significantly to have that make sense.

Still not a fan of the overall colour choices for the outfits, especially Stella's (way too yellow with her everything)... None of the colours really stand out, they're too muted and pastel. I like the design on Bloom's jeans though!

I wonder what's up with the portals that show up several times in the trailer. Who creates them? The room Bloom lands in here looks just like any generic gym, there's even some basketballs in the background. Let's hope this is not Alfea... I'd hate that.

The outdoor/jungle wear is back to being sensible and still stylish and unique for everyone again, love it! They even have backpacks now, that's neat. And I like the idea of the girls with longer hair tying it up so it doesn't get in the way, that's even more practical and looks good as well. (Wtf is wrong with Stella's hair though. And give her more colours than just yellow everything for god's sake. I like that Bloom is back to having a lot of blue in her outfits, that's great to see. But give Musa a strong red and stronger colours in general, I beg you!)

The first thing the Trix do on screen is laugh, 10/10 best reboot.

They're also very similar to their original design, awesome! And Icy's attack looks great, just like Bloom's flames.

I sincerely hope that this is not the final form of Stella's sceptre because... yikes, that looks like a children's toy. But maybe it grows? Maybe she can't use it properly yet and it's only full-size and as badass as her original sceptre when she can? That'd be a cool arc for her!

Faragonda looks good as well.

The Specialists are back, yay! And they look like proper men again, yay! (It is utterly impossible to get a shot of them that isn't blurred, I tried.) I don't care about Sky but from those we see they all seem to have their original hair styles. Brandon has his original side bangs and Riven seems to have his iconic pointy hair. I'm gonna riot if he doesn't!

They have hoverboards now instead of bikes? Okay. The bikes were cooler honestly but maybe they have those as well. And wtf kinda stunt was Brandon doing there? Isn't that something Riven would rather do? But he's just flying in a "boring" straight line. Huh...

Their uniforms look... okay? I love the original fantasy knight-like design they had with the cape and everything while still looking somewhat futuristic so I'm not the biggest fan of them looking more like generic futuristic sci-fi armour here. They're also colour-coded in their original colours but not to the point that their entire armour is that colour, I like that. I wonder what their weapons are gonna be...

You know, on the risk that I incur everyone's wrath for this, I wouldn't be mad at all if Kiko really is just a book and doesn't otherwise appear. He never added anything to the plot and was just there to be cute but even as a child I just found him annoying. We don't need to waste any screentime on him or any of the other random cutesy critters that appear in later seasons.

I think it's clear that it's very very unlikely that the reboot is ever gonna top the original, it's just too iconic in so many ways. Some stuff is obviously worse already but there's a lot to like regardless so I'm optimistic that it's gonna be enjoyable and worth watching! (After which I'll probably immediately rewatch the original because duh and that's just how I am.)

#winx club #winx club reboot #winx club reboot trailer #some thoughts

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smallraindrops-blog · 8 months ago

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Hades 2 impressions/rambling

Putting everything under here. Long post beware.

Spoilers spoilers everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay I am doing my best to keep everything understandable but no promises. I am still pretty early on in the game but I felt like I got enough to talk about.

Using a list format to help my brain.

Melinoë

Heavens help me, she is too precious for this world. Her genuine effort to help/befriend any one that comes across her is so heartwarming to see.

She definitely giving the honor student and perfect daughter vibe to the family even she and her family doesn’t know it.

It is clear how similar Zagreus she is with her determination and smart comments however they did a great job of making Mel her own character in her polite manners and studious attitude along complex relationships.

I love that the creators acknowledged Melionë feeling like she is fighting for both an impossible future and a family she never knew. I feel like we don’t often get see that kinda of thing.

The fact that Hecate kept reminding Melinoë that Hecate is not her mother and never will be is a kick in the teeth.

It is so painfully clear that just like Zagreus, Mel is looking that sense of belonging but unlike Achilles, Hecate had openly rejected even the possibility.

Then having Mel not right out stating that she find her worth in Hecate’ opinions before they fight and Hecate scolding Mel for her behavior.

Oof, knife to the heart.

I can’t wait to see how Mel and Hecate’s relationships changes and grow.

Hecate

For whatever reason, she won’t let anyone close to her, even the child she rised and played with and loved so deeply.

Maybe because of that love she won’t show it, in fear of getting her or worse, her enemies using her love for Mel as a weak point.

Like Nyx and Hades, she put Queen Persephone on a pedestal. Which I completely understand. It also clear that to Hecate, Mel and her mother are more like than not, both kind and seeing the best in everyone.

What I am really interested in is the break between her and Demeter. I wonder if she did really had to hide Mel from everyone or was she just trying to control everything and everyone? Could she really not trust anyone?

Even the grandmother would do anything for her grandchildren. Who maybe learn her lesson from losing her daughter and grandson from the first time.

Dora

her roommate/best friend/sibling relationship with Dora is amazing too. I just how Dora tries to be completely shallow and shameless in her lack of ambition and refusal to engage with other shades but not able to completely pull it off.

I don’t know if ties in with the box or her refusal to accept what happened to her, but I am invested.

Nemesis

I adore their messy/bully relationship.

She had a similar function to Thanatos but she is actively unhelpful ( for me anyway) which is definitely a fun game mechanic.

I do think she is good for Mel since she keep the princess on her toes.

but depending on how the story plays out, her unwillingness to work or listen to anyone will definitely end up hurting their causes (which might end up being a turning point for her. I am putting my full faith in SG and their storytelling)

Odysseus

ahhhh, the man, the legend! I love his voice, definitely a good fit for him and feel like smooth butter.

He is definitely that uncle who gave the kiddos candy when the parents were’t looking. And I love his character design, and his grin is so prefect for his character.

He and Mel have a better relationship than most I think however it is clear he is putting on his best face for her and not being entirely upfront with her.

Which i understand, he probably still see that little girl she once was, the one who just want to play hide and seek and make others happy.

So understandable. *sobs*

I am little concerned that in his entry, it mentioned a weakness for witches. Which yikes. But I need to remember the EPIC take on Odysseus is just now slowly becoming the normal.

What I will in mind is that Odysseus is two things above all. He is nobody and he is always lying.

So it definitely possible he is playing it up in order keep his family safe.

Also the fact he find peace in the garden??? Omg I can’t with this sad man.

Schememeus

ahhhh! He looks so good! My man got himself a big, beautiful beard! I love that we are getting more of the lore about him! (I am so glad I gave him more attention in northern star)

He is still so wonderfully supportive and I know he would do anything for the princess.

Charon/Hermes

They are married, your honor!

Gosh, I think they might be one of the top highlights for me.

For Charon, I’m glad that more people are appreciating the work and effort he putting in for them. Esp since they definitely didn’t in the first game.

The fact he doesn’t even hide how concerned he is for Hermes make me cry especially since one expects him to act cold in front of others. His relationship with Mel is a little more softer than it was with Zagreus which I appreciate.

Hermes is still perfect, no notes. I haven’t gotten much time with him but his updated design is the perfect way to tie his relationship with Charon.

So far I would say he treats Mel much like Zagreus but we have to wait and see.

I love that we can get to see Shelly a lot better now and she looked so happy just to be with her master even if there was an horrible war.

Moros

He is such babygirl.

In all seriousness though, his calm demeanor and polite manners makes him the perfect emissary for the Fates.

He takes no pleasure in his duty nor does he pity the morals, he just simply is.

It is clear that he understands that he often isn’t welcomed by many and is keeping a distance. Which hurts that he stays just outside of the circle.

His relationship with Nemesis is interesting to me. They clearly worked together and i would say it seemed like they even have an amicable relationship. But i am curious if we will find out more.

Selene

Ahhh, they did so good with her design! Her eyes even look like full moons with no noticeable pupils ( i wonder her eyes will match with the moon phase, i haven’t see it in the game but i ma making it my HC now)

Her crown/helmet is so amazing, the fact it hold the moon ( or at least appear so) was a fantastic idea. Her moonstones and the celestial jewelry is pure eye candy to me.

If it was possible, I would do anything to have her luscious hair. I am glad they really play with the colors with her design, it reminds me of opals.

The first time one meet her, you can immediately tell she is a regal goddess/titan and can’t help but in awe. Her Pegasus looked just like a little girls’ dream horse and i am here for it!

Selene is also a genuine kind person even if she is a tad nosy. ( I am nosy too so)

I do need to spend more time with her to get know her better but I love that she keeping a watchful eye on Mel and I can’t wait to see how everything goes.

Arachne

Her silk dressses have saved my behind so many times.

I like how complicated her and Mel’s friendship is. I don’t believe Mel have the full story of what happened and don’t understand Arachne’ distrust of the gods. Doesn’t help Arachne doesn’t want to speak of it as well, hiding things from Mel as well.

It seems like she is waiting for Melionë to act like the others, kinda setting her for small tests.

I do hope they will reach an understanding. I don’t think she will betray Mel ( I hope) but it isn’t outside the realm of possibilities. If she and the Time Titan meet, and she falls for the lies…

Demeter

This poor woman can’t get a break.

First her daughter and her grandson are hidden from her then when it seemed like everyone was a fresh start with princess Melionë only for her Father to come in and steal away what must like hope itself for her.

Her grief in losing her family, not once but twice, is so painfully clear in every single conversation with her. She never even got to see her grandkids grow up.

While she is like that rich grandma who scold people who use the wrong spoon for soup, it is clear she is ride or die for her grandchildren.

Artemis

If my heart didn’t belong to someone else…

I love everything about her, despite of the war she really has grown into herself and feels far more confident in this game. I’m so happy get to see more of her personality shine through!

No wonder she and Zag got on, she is just as cheeky sometimes. I love how she is with Mel, praising her often during their share battles and letting her closer than most.

Also ‘my woodsy goddess’????

um?????

The Olympians

keeping this part short since I want to wait until i get up there to interact with them more.

I love how everyone is like ‘oh it happened again with Hades’ kids, oh well- hello long lost family member! We love you, *mawh* now have this godly power and um. Go kill the old bastard, k thanks.’

Chronos

Ewwwwww- Botha- what is that????

He is a bee in my bonnet and i hate him. (Can’t wait to have more conversations with him, he is a fun villain)

I already have a few run in with him and I can see why the morals fell for lies. Like if someone could bring back a golden age, I can definitely see it being him, the titan’s portrait just oozes power but it won’t be. Never will be.

Even Zeus admitted that.

Also the fact he claims he will never wonder in the woods but he sure seems pretty comfortable getting close to it. I just hope he doesn’t try to find the crossroads.

(Also anyone had that conversation with Hestia, where she muses over how to permanently be rid of him?? How to kill a god indeed.)

Narcissus

I hope they never move the veil. Every conversation with this guy both delighted and frustrated me.

He had been surprisingly useful for me.

Scylla and the sirens

baby I will get you as many morals as you want- just stop killing me please.

They did great on everyone’s designs, feel very much like Josie and pussycats ( the animation one from the 1970ish). Scylla’s shell is such a pain in the ass.

Hypnos

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN! 😭 my babygirl!!!!!!!!!

Design

His updated portrait looks so effing pretty. While sleep, he looked so peaceful. I love they went with the longer hair, it works for him along with being another way to note the passing of time.

My only is note that I wish it was more proofy and less flat. However if his hair is super thick, it possible that it just weight the curls down, along with being against a pillow all the time.

Also his little wing is now missing from his new portrait. Maybe it flat against his head while sleeping. so maybe it only appears when he is wake.

It might just be me, but he also looked like his face looks a little more grown up as well.

I love how the eyemask had hanged colors as well. The purple is making wonder if it supposed to tie with someone else possibly with his mom or Hecate. (There had no mention of his canon wife so I am going to assume for now she isn’t in this game.)

His cloak had changed as well, with gold buttons ( or coins stitched in it?). The gold isn’t seen in the first game as per his model sheet so that is an interesting change. i wonder if that is supposed to be a nod toward Charon or just a style choice.

Also all those poppies! Ahhh, i love it they tied it in. However I wonder where they are coming from. It is likely Melinoë herself had been putting them there but she had made no mention of doing so yet.

Another possibility is that Hypnos is creating them his sleep or maybe the witches added as it way to help him with his powers.

Location

He is given his own area/garden with one of Hecate’s more bigger guards looming over him. He is also given gentle lights and surrounded by plant life. Which I love.

I love this sign of care and effort Hecate is giving Nyx’s son, she is showing so much respect and hospitality for him and I am for it.

Most people would be resentful of someone sleeping all the time but I haven’t sense that from Hecate.

Relationships

With Hecate, I suspect ( and everyone else) she know more about hypnos then she is letting on. She obviously respects Nyx and that shows in the way she cares for Hypnos and his siblings.

Melinoë doesn’t seem to know what to do with him. In the book of Shadows, he isn’t considered part of the crossroad but is put in the same list as Chaos ( another person Mel seem unsure of) However it is called ‘The Rest’ so it just might be a pun on Hypnos always sleeping.

I do think she cares and admires him even when others dismiss Hypnos. I think his cheerful demeanor is exactly what she needs rn and will make them great friends.

Nemesis still hold little respect for Hypnos however she like with almost everyone so not unique.

Charon mentioned that Hypnos was more useful sleep than wake. However it was more like he was completely serious than rather being mean to Hypnos (like Hecate, he knows more but is likely waiting until Mel is ready)

So I am hoping that means his relationship with Charon had improved.

I still haven’t gotten anything from Moros or the others so I am curious as to when I will be able to learn more.

I have heard in the new update there are new Hypnos stuff but I am trying to go in blind for now. So no comment on that.

Anyway I rambled on enough ( congrats if you made this far lol)

In conclusion, I can’t wait for more!!! They did so good with this game!

#wake me from this dreaming

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