#oc: Andrew Harris

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Gore Au: The Case Of Andrew Harris

(Set in my Gore Au where the Ghost's mindsets and deaths are exaggerated to the fullest degree - Fake news report of a missing child near Button House)

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1964

Have you seen this boy?

*Pasted beside is a school photograph of a small boy no older than 7 wearing a white, button up school shirt and a neat tie. His skin is fair and very freckly. Despite the photograph being black and white, his hair is clearly reddish blonde and partly messy. He is wearing thick brimmed glasses that almost magnify his precious eyes*

Andrew Harris, age 7, went missing two days ago in the village of West Horsley after multiple searches in the nearby woodland proved fruitless. Andrew had been enjoying a school trip with his classmates, chaperoned by two teachers, a Mr Barker and Miss Thompson, and halfway through the outing, Andrew seemingly vanished. Andrew's parents, Mr Edward Harris - a local butcher - and Mrs Abigail Harris - housewife - , deem this to be strange and out of character for their son.

"Our son is adventurous" Says Mrs Harris. "But he knows better than to wander off alone. He's a good boy, he always does as he's told"

"I have to agree with Mrs Harris" Conceded Andrew's teacher, Mr Barker. "Andrew is a well mannered little boy, heart of gold, never steps out of line"

Multiple classmates of Andrew were asked questions about when they last saw Andrew with them. 7 year old Sarah Kennedy recounted.

"The last time Andy (Andrew) was with us was when we were in the woods collecting tadpoles"

8 year old Ryan Osman recounted.

"We were walking in a line in pairs. After the tadpole hunting we put down blankets and took out our lunchboxes, I didn't see Andy anywhere after that"

8 year old Chelsea Evans had some compelling evidence and looked visibly tearful and concerned for Andrew's safety.

"Andy helped me catch some tadpoles in a jar but he kept looking away like he heard a noise. He kept saying he saw someone in the woods. He kept trying to wander off, but I didn't want him to get in trouble, so I kept calling him back, but he still said he could see someone. He said it looked like a man who'd been hurt. I went to tell the teachers but when I looked back, Andy was gone"

After being alerted of Andrew's absence from the group, Mr John Barker, a teacher at West Horsley Primary School, set about searching for Andrew himself while his fellow teacher remained with the children.

"I must've been searching those woods for an hour. They aren't the biggest woods ever, certainly no Dering woods or Cannock Chase, but it was easy to be thrown astray by the sounds of the roads nearby. You think you're getting closer to the road, but really, it's just the sound carrying through"

"I kept calling for Andrew but I got no response. That's very unlike him. He's attended multiple school trips now and he's never dared stray from his classmates" Mr John Barker added.

Desperate, the teachers soon took their class and returned to West Horsley village to inform the police of the missing Andrew. Detective Constable Richard Davies remarked.

"The Harris boy was most likely looking to get a rise out of his teachers, stirring things up a bit to see if he could scare them. He's a little boy, he'd much rather be outside playing in the woods than go back to school and do his classwork"

Mr and Mrs Harris rebuke Constable Davies' claim and repeat that their son is well behaved and doesn't make a habit of causing trouble on purpose.

This is now considered a rescue mission, and a £2,000 reward has been offered by Mr and Mrs Harris for the safe return of young Andrew.

1970

Harris boy found?

Six years ago, 7 year old Andrew Harris went missing during a school trip in West Horsley when his classmates noted his absence during a nature walk.

Local young landowner Barclay Beg-Chetwynde recalls.

"I was getting ready for a brisk morning walk with the dogs when one of them started creating a stupendous ruckus outside. I stumbled out the back door when I spotted my pedigree Wolfhound giving chase to something by the nearby treeline. I looked to see what it was, and what looked to me like a young, blonde hooligan, caked in dirt, hurdled my fence and broke off running into the woods! I couldn't believe it at first, I thought I'd been burgled, after all, the house had just been bequeathed to me! But after a thorough investigation on my land, nothing was missing, then I remembered the boy who was reported. 'Could've been that little boy', I thought to myself. As a concerned public citizen, I felt I just had to say something"

Mr Beg-Chetwynde hasn't seen any suspicious activity since but promises to be on a constant vigil just incase whoever the intruder was makes a return.

Local senior resident Mrs Doris O'Day - retired - claims to have seen someone deeply resembling Andrew Harris while heading to the post office.

"Was on my way to post a letter to my grand-niece. The lane I reside in is very green, lots of bushes and trees. You can see the Button estate from it, in fact! I was walking through when I heard what sounded liked breathing coming from under the hedge. I stopped and looked around. To my horror, planted down in the leaves was a small hand! It was dirty as an old shoe and when I leaned closer, it wrenched back into the bush. I looked closer and asked who was there, and sitting in the bush was a young boy, staring up at me and quivering quite badly. The little dot looked malnourished and freezing. I recognized him immediately and bent down to help him stand up, but he clawed at my hand and scurried off!"

Both Mr Beg-Chetwynde and Mrs O'Day mentioned the same characteristics in the boy. Reddish blonde hair, white shirt covered in dirt, and black trousers.

But perhaps the most remarkable encounter came from a middle aged Heather Button, last known descendant of the Button family.

"I have no children. I live alone. I prefer my privacy, thank you. I have never desired a child, however, I'd never wish harm to come to one. I am most sympathetic to the Sir and Madam who've lost their son, I believe I have spotted him in my kitchen" Lady Button explained. Continuing, she recalled.

"I went down to the kitchen to boil some water for a morning tea, as I passed through the ball room, I noticed that a pannel in one of the windows had been smashed from the outside. I headed to the kitchen to get a dustpan to clean up the glass, when what sounded like thumping caught my ear"

Heather grimaced as she spoke to us, continuing with a grim encounter.

"In the kitchen, huddle beneath my table, was a shirtless boy. In his hand, he was holding what looked like a bag. He spotted me and froze. I knealt down slowly so I wouldn't frighten him, and got a good look at him. It was ghastly. He was emaciated, gaunt, sickly. His eyes were wide like a mad criminal caught in the act, his skin was filthy and smeared with dirt, his light hair was matted, his trousers which looked a size too small for him were scuffed with mud and looked as though they'd been dragged through weeds and brambles. His overall appearance looked like someone had drawn a little boys eyes onto the body of a drug addicted delinquent. But he was so tiny" Heather asked to be excused briefly to get some air; the recollection of the discovery caused her to become emotional. It was several minutes before she returned and sat back down with us.

"I held out a hand to the boy, assured him that he was in no trouble, but that he had to explain himself. He crawled out from beneath the table away from me and with the speed of no child I've ever met, leapt up onto the kitchen table. In his hand, he held a dirty, white shirt, using it as a makeshift bag which he had shoved some fruits and bread into from my pantry. I squealed, and that scared the boy. He darted past me, scampering back to the smashed window in the ball room, taking the foul shirt and the food with him. That was three months ago now. I've never seen the boy since"

A total of 10 residents within West Horsley village have claimed to have seen the boy, and believe it to be Andrew Harris. Some claimed to have seen him in wooded areas, or pulling unfinished food from bins. This case is still open, and Mr and Mrs Harris are still hopeful that their son could be returned home. Although, Constable Davies remain adamant that this is all just some delinquent pulling a stunt, claiming "We are still on the lookout for this troublemaker, but one things for certain, we will never understand what frightened him or prompted him to run away".

As of now, Andrew Harris' whereabouts remain unknown.

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Cub cold. Thin furs he wear getting too cold for him. Don't fit well anymore. He need something warm. Taught him how to catch animal for furs. He getting faster. Catch rabbit before, but he too scared to kill. I show him what to do, but he not ready yet, so he steal food. He tell me that he go into big ugly cave to get food to eat. He smash little wall that you see through.

He been in there long time. Cub still alive, he could get big hurt. He know a lot already, but he still just cub. He know a lot more than he did when me found him. He tried to follow me, got lost from other cubs. Lost. Had to listen to Moonah, foundling law. Cub need help. Showed him cave, taught him to hunt, how to make fire to stay warm. Cub safe here. But not in big, ugly cave. Cub? Cub come back! He running. Why? What happen? Cub scared, cub hurt?!

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Young Andrew, his name he still remembered somehow, bounded over the grass and into the woods, carrying his bounty with him. Behind a tree, he spotted his teacher. Not Mrs Thompson or Mr Barker, but the Ape-Man. He'd been the one to rescue him after he got lost. The man covered in tattered fur and deep scratches had tried to lead the boy back to his fellow children, but they were already gone by the time they reached the lake.

The Ape-Man who couldn't talk or touch anything was his only friend now. What caused his little mind to change like this, even Andrew didn't know; he'd had fun with his parent's, they loved him. Yet, part of him wanted to stay with his Ape-Man. Like he was drawn in by him, like when they first met. The Ape-Man would get nervous and almost primal if he tried to leave, grunting and growling, shaking his ragged, maned head, pounding his knuckles into the leaves. Sometimes the Ape-Man actually could grab Andrew and pull him back; when he was desperate or angry. But not angry at Andrew, never at Andrew. At the world. At passers by, at police who searched for him, at locals sneaking around calling his name. These idiots had no regard for his land or it's unbreakable vows.

Andrew missed his parents and his friends, the Ape-Man could tell, but he couldn't let Andrew go. He had a duty to keep. A promise to his Moonah. Guard any cubs who get lost. Adopt.

The Ape-Man stood up on his feet, which was hard to do with his broken back, which had been pressed and pounded down on by the bear that attacked him the day he died. The man's face contorted into a rampant grimace, ready to pounce on whoever or whatever scared his cub. Andrew ran desperately towards him, little breaths quicker than a frightened mouse.

"A lady saw me" He cried.

The Ape-Man hushed him and rose a finger to his lips, to keep quiet. He beckoned with his filthy hand for Andrew to follow, his snapped spine finally giving way from being upright for a moment, rendering him to use his knuckles for support as he plodded deeper into the trees. Andrew padded along in the leaves beside him, occasionally glancing back at the house.

"D'ya think she'll find me?" Asked Andrew fearfully. The Ape-Man shook his head, a slow and unsteady Huff arising in his chest. Soon, the Ape-Man motioned for Andrew to retreat back into a tiny cave hidden in the undergrowth, shielded by bramble bushes and a curtain of ivy.

Andrew scurried inside and clutched the dirty shirt-turned-bag close. The Ape-Man crawled closer to inspect the cub's findings. Some small dark orbs connected by tiny little branches. A few long, yellow things that looked like Mammoth tusks, only much smaller. A smooth, red thing that looked like a rock with a tiny twig sticking out at the top, and a few pieces of soft, white...stuff. The man's messy head of hair nodded approvingly at Andrew's work; even back in his time, cubs never cracked stealing this well till they were starting to get their beards.

"Was I quick?" Andrew asked. The Ape-Man leaned in closer and nodded again. His hand wrapped in fur rose, the palm patting against the back of his other hand. Clapping? Andrew was taught to never steal, but he was so hungry. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little rush of excitement for getting away with it.

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About Me

about me

hello, lovely. i’m bunny. i’m 24, my pronouns are she/her, and my timezone is est. i love music, art, playing games, and roleplaying. i’m in a load of fandoms, but if i had to choose, my main ones would be stranger things, descendants, criminal minds, until dawn, and one direction. but i also have many more! if you’d like to roleplay or even just talk, feel free to message me. but before you do, please make sure to read the rest of this post. thank you :3

roleplay guidelines

first off, if you are under the age of eighteen, do not interact with me, please. I am 24, and do not need or want to be talking to any minors. if i see that you are one, i will not respond.

secondly, as far as triggers go, i do not have any. if you do, please let me know, and i will respect them. while I’m comfortable roleplaying most things, if something does make me uncomfortable, i’ll let you know. and I ask that you do the same :3

when it comes to roleplaying, i do it on discord in private servers. i’d like for us to chat on here first, so we can get a vibe of what we are doing. and when we both feel ready, we can take things over to discord and continue there.

as for what i do, i am a fandom girlie through and through who loves to do oc x cc. that said, i’m open to a few original ideas where i’d do oc x oc. i don’t do cc x cc, as it has never been my thing, and worry i’d lose interest.

if we share the same love interest, and it’s alright with you, i don’t mind doing two separate roleplays - that way, we both get our love interests :3

as for plotting and headcanoning, i love to do both. i have so many headcanons for all my ocs, it’s insane. when it comes to plotting, i’m honestly down for almost anything. as much as i love my sweet, gushy, fluffy romance, i’m also drawn to dark, tragic, and horrific themes. i usually like to mix the two.

if all this sounds good to you, and you are interested in roleplaying and even becoming friends, please feel free to message me!

what i’m looking for

here is a list of all my fandoms, the status of them, and my preferred love interests.

the hearts indicate how likely i am to roleplay it on a scale of 1 to 5.

for fandoms with more than one love interest, they are organized from most preferred to least preferred (for these, i might want to just double up)

- 9-1-1 ❤❤❤❤

Status: seen all seasons, definitely need a rewatch as i don’t remember most of the earlier seasons

Love Interest : Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley

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- 13 Reasons Why ❤❤❤

Status: seen all seasons, could be in need of a rewatch

Love Interest: Zach Dempsey

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- Big Time Rush ❤❤❤❤❤

Status: currently rewatching, on season 3

Love Interest: Kendall Knight

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- Criminal Minds ❤❤❤❤

Status: seen everything up to the first few episodes of season 5

Love Interest: Spencer Reid

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- Descendants ❤❤❤❤❤

Status: seen all 4 movies

Love Interest: Ben Beast | Harry Hook

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- Riverdale ❤❤❤

Status: see all seasons, might need a rewatch

Love Interest: Jughead Jones | Archie Andrews | Julian Blossom (weird idea)

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- Stranger Things ❤❤❤❤❤

Status: seen all seasons

Love Interest: Steve Harrington | Eddie Munson | Billy Hargrove

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- The Thundermans ❤❤❤

Status: currently rewatching, on season 2

Love Interest: Max Thunderman

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- Until Dawn ❤❤❤❤❤

Status: played the original game, have seen multiple gameplays of both the original and remaster

Love Interest: Josh Washington

credit for the divider goes to @cafekitsune !!

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His Little Lamb [ HARRY OSBORN ]

chapter I. meeting

Pairing: Harry Osborn x Demetra Jones Series: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Song Inspo: Perfect by One Direction Word Count: 1,001 Summary: Demetria Jones is your classic model citizen. Smart, helpful, organized, sophisticated, and above all innocent. But that changes when she gets a new boss, Harry Osborn. She's not looking for trouble, but that might be what she's in for. Unless, maybe, she can change Harry... that is, if he doesn't change her first. Warnings: mentions of family death Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

I thankfully made it to the meeting on time. Taking my seat in the far-off row to the right, I took out my work tools and set them out accordingly on the meeting table. It was so weird being back here after Mr. Osborn's death. Ever since the tragedy we've all taken some time to 'mourn.' But, to be honest, I'd rather much be at my job, working it off, than off partying at a club or sulking at home over my deceased boss.

        As the board room started to fill up, I started to get nervous. At any time my new boss could come through the door, and I hate not knowing when. Based on the news, Norman's son, Harry Osborn, will be taking over as CEO of Oscorp. My feelings are still undecided, but I have this ache in my gut that says he's trouble. I spent all night doing research on him, and apparently, his father shipped him to boarding school at eleven and since he's gotten out he's been nothing but a modeling playboy.

        If this is true, then I've got my hands full here.

        I checked my watch; he was two-minutes late. Everyone else was there but him, even Menken, who would be sitting on his right at the end of the table. I've never been late for anything, so I'm not impressed. Finally, in walked a young man with a brown comb-over, blue eyes that were lit up like reflecting marbles, pointy ears, and pale skin that matched his pink lips. To fit his appearance, he was also acquiring a dark blue suit, grey vest, and a brown tie. As he took his seat at the beginning of the table, I wondered how one guy can pull off so many colors. Then I remembered he was with a model.

        This was him, this was Harry Osborn.

        "Harry," Menken started once Harry was seated, "OsCorp's been under intense public scrutiny in the wake of Dr. Connor's recent uh... breach of trust."

        Harry twirled some kind of drive in his hand as he replied. "You mean people are pissed off cause he tried to turn everyone in New York City into giant lizards."

        Menken paused, as if he was about to disagree but changed his mind. "Given that...all the animal hybrid programs he was involved in were destroyed to restore investor confidence."

        "Ah, that is the Osborn way." Harry spun his chair to face Menken. "Whatever's inconvenient around, here just get rid of it, right?"

        Still, Menken pushed, "Much of that scrutiny may fall on you now. We felt that plausible deniability was your best option."

        "Sure, sure. I get it." The young CEO looked at the drive again. "Twenty-year-old kid, two hundred billion-dollar company. What was Dad thinking? I mean, you're all lawyers, right?" He looked around the room, earning awkward looks. "Surely someone must have questioned his sanity in the end." This time he was speaking indirectly to Menken, and everyone knew it. "Someone must have thought about having him declared legally incompetent, it would have made this conversation a lot easier..."

        "Harry..." Menken started but was quickly interrupted.

        "It's Mr. Osborn." Harry sternly corrected him. "We're not friends." I didn't have to be near them to know they were giving each other hateful looks. I scooted closer to get a better look at their expressions, and, with my entwined fingers, accidentally knock my pen off the table. 

        'Dang!' I internally said. I slowly lowered my head in a pathetic attempt to cover it up. A cold, lasting ache echoes through my stomach as I feel eyes from all directions fall on me. I hoped they'd be professional and just carry on, but, of course, that wasn't the case. 

        "Hi," Harry's voice sang. I looked up and there, sitting in the first chair, was my future boss. He stared into my eyes with a smile that only grows when he sees all of my face. I was wearing my glasses, so I could only imagine how nerdy I looked. "You were my father's economic analyst, right?"

        "Mm-hmm." I nod.

        "What's your name?" He asked, using a not soft but low tone. Almost like a snake talking to its prey.

        "Demetria," I replied, refusing to speak back in the same tone.

        "Demetria..." he repeated. And what came next, made my heart skip a beat. "From now on, everybody at this table works for Demetria, because Demetria works for me. Would anyone like to speak up?" An uncomfortable silence spread around the board room table. "Well, good. Then you can all keep your jobs a little longer."

        Just then, a man, I'm guessing his butler, entered to speak to Harry. They were whispering and were hard to hear from my distance. But by the look on Harry's face, it wasn't something he had expected. I sensed a bit of remorse, and even sadness, in his face. 

        To mask it, he returned the topic to me. "Demetria, I want to see every file on this list. Every single one." Harry got up and followed the butler out of the room. And just like that, he was gone.

| EARLIER THAT WEEK |

        I had had such a rough morning, which is a rare thing for me. Usually, I'm fresh and ready to tackle the day. But today was different, my boss, Norman Osborn, was dead. He was actually my idol growing up. I always saw him as like a king of a castle, and I suppose I was lucky enough to work in it while he was alive.

        But now that he's gone, things are gonna be different around Oscorp. There is no doubt in my mind walking through those doors is gonna become a burden in a matter of weeks.

        Just as I neared the elevators, and spotted an open one, I bumped into Alistair Smythe the douchebag, making my shoulder bag slip from my grasp and onto the floor. "Watch it, Jonesy!" He scolded. I was quick to pick up the stray papers and skidded to the elevator. "Oh, hold that!" To my surprise, someone holds the elevator doors open for me. "Thank you, you're a gentleman. Most people would have just let the doors close."

        "Yeah, well, most people don't notice other people." He said, which I found very true.

        "What floor, please?" K.A.R.I, the automated elevator system, requested.

 

        "Um, sixty-three..."

        "I got it," said the stranger. "What is it?"

        "Uh, sixty-three," I told him, which he repeated to K.A.R.I. 

        "Thank you," I said once again.

        I thought that was gonna be the end of our discussion, but he bickered on. "Um...I'm uh...Max. Max Dillon."

        "I'm Demetria. Nice to meet you." I said as our eyes met.

        "Nice to meet you." He replied uneasily. I could tell he wasn't used to attention.

        "Is it your birthday?" I referred to the flyer in Max's hand.

        "Oh, yeah! Well, I...a friend of mine made this flyer. I'm having a birthday party in a big club, a lot of celebrities." It didn't take a trigonometry major to know he was fibbing.

        But, out of pity, I played along. "Wow."

        "I would like to invite you, it's just that the guest list is closed." I doubted that completely.

        "Oh, got it. Well, thank you, anyway." I see Max notices the news on the elevator monitor about Spider-Man saving people from a fire. I'm personally not a big fan, but admire his heroism and watch as well.

        "It must be cool, huh?" He commented. "To have the whole world look at you like that. You know, Spider-Man saved my life one time. Out of all the people in the whole city, he saved me." He put a hand to his chest as if honored. "He said he needed me."

        "Sounds like a nice guy." I've never met Spider-Man before because I prefer not to get involved with complicated situations. But I doubt I'll need saving anytime soon. I mean, it's not like I'm in danger... at least not anymore.

        "Floor sixty-three," K.A.R.I announces just as the elevator stops and the doors open.

        "Oh, it was nice to meet you, Max." I give him one last glance before stepping out of the elevator and heading down the hall to the board room.

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Bewitched | Chapter One: Problems

Stars Series | Bewitched

“Grunnings Drills, what can I do for you today?”

She clenched her teeth as she noticed the three men in suits walking through the lobby. One of them, she knew, was her boss. Mr. Taylor was about the strictest it got, and one too many times already in the month she had been working here, he had caught her answering the phone ‘improperly’. She kicked herself now, praying Mr. Taylor was too busy to take notice.

Mr. Taylor, the tallest of the three men, stopped, turning to look at the desk. The other two soon followed. The only ones in the large room, all was quiet aside from the receptionist’s short phone conversation. A rather pudgy man in the back shuffled his feet, looking at the woman in pity. He watched as her eyes froze on them all for a moment, before turning away quickly, her face flushing red.

“That would be Mr. Martin in Accounting, would you like me to transfer you?” From the corner of her eye, she could see him approaching, almost slowly, like a predator hunting its prey. “I’ll transfer you now, have a great day.” Her hands were shaking as she pressed the buttons to transfer the call, then quickly put the phone back to the receiver. Nearly as soon as she did, there was a slapping sound so loud that she jumped and let out a small squeak. She looked over to see Mr. Taylor’s hands flat against her desk, his face and bald head reddening, just slightly, in anger.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Evans,” he said, his northern accent coming out strong. “There is only one way we answer the phone around here. Tell me what it is.”

The pudgy man behind Mr. Taylor frowned, feeling guilty as he looked at the woman’s wide, blue eyes. She hesitated, then closed her eyes for a brief moment, shaking thoughts back into her head. “Grunnings Drills, this is Petunia,” answered the woman in her best customer service voice, despite the nerves that wracked her. 

Mr. Taylor gave her a wicked smile. “Good,” he said, “you’re not completely incompetent.” The silence in the room continued, and as Petunia’s jaw slacked, the pudgy man and his companion shared a look of slight shock themselves. “A pretty face doesn’t get you too far answering phones, Evans, remember that,” he continued, beginning to walk away from her desk. “You’re easy to replace. You should be grateful I even hired you in the first place.” 

Through gritted teeth, Petunia replied, “Thank you, Mr. Taylor.” He returned to the other two men, and, looking down at her desk, she heard them leave. 

Thinking she was alone, Petunia brought her head to her hands, and let out a shaky breath. Nearly every day had been like this one, and she didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She thought of where she might be if she had taken that market job in Southwark, even though she would only be making half of what she was making now. She wondered if it was worth it, if the extra money was worth putting up with this. She wondered if it was worth leaving home at all.

She was startled when she looked up to find the pudgy man who had been with Mr. Taylor approaching her desk. Quickly, she forced a smile. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I wanted to apologize on behalf of Taylor,” he started, taking her off guard. She’d seen him in passing before, and the man had always seemed to be quite fond of her boss, so his actions now confused her. “He’s been like this to every receptionist we’ve hired in the past six months.” The man leaned his arm against Petunia’s desk, and spoke lowly. “You’ve lasted the longest of them all, you know. Longest they’ve lasted before you was two weeks. It’s admirable, really.”

“Maybe it’s not a problem of the receptionists you’ve been hiring, then,” answered Petunia.

The man’s sympathetic face slowly broke into a smile, and the smile spread to Petunia. “You know, I think you might be right. What was your name again?”

“Petunia,” she answered, sitting up a little straighter.

“Well, you might just have solved all our problems, Petunia. I’m Vernon,” He reached his hand over to her, and after looking at it for a moment, she took it.

Despite meeting the first decent person since she had arrived in London, Petunia counted today as yet another loss. Hand held tightly to the metro handle in the center of the train car, she rested her head against her fist, almost finding pleasure as her knuckles pressed into her temple, relieving some of the pressure in her head. She wondered if this was what a migraine felt like - if, maybe, her pain tolerance was higher than her mother’s, and she could simply stand it more than her. She quickly dismissed it. Her mother had a higher tolerance in everything.

She shut her eyes for a moment, but opened them again as she felt the train car slowing. There was a muttering over the com system, but she didn’t need to hear it to know it was her stop. After getting seriously lost the first time she had used the London metro on her own during her first week, Petunia had taken the time to memorize and master the metro system. The last thing she wanted to do was end up on the clear other side of town in the middle of the night again.

Readjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder, Petunia moved toward the doors, exiting with a total of maybe ten people. She paused towards the top of the stairs, sighing at the sound of pouring rain. There hadn’t been a cloud in the sky when she had left for work that morning. She straightened her posture, placed her purse over her head, and continued, the clicking of her heels being lost to the rain and traffic.

After half a mile of trotting through the rain, Petunia finally reached her flat. The last block was nearly a sprint up the hill, so her breathing was labored as she closed the door behind her. She turned to find a pair of snobbish looking women, looking at her incredulously. Standing up straighter, she nodded to them, and began to walk past them.

“What, did she go for a swim?” one quietly said to the other, causing the both of them to break out in giggles as they opened their umbrellas and stepped out. Petunia felt her face reddening, and paused for a moment on the stairs. She felt a welling in her chest, and looked up at the ceiling to try to hold back the tears. It was right about now she wished she still believed in a God.

Though she knew it wouldn’t help anything, she slammed her door behind her as she reached her flat. She ripped off her drenched overcoat, threw it onto the floor beside the door, and let it lay in a soaking heap. Soon after, Petunia followed it, her back sliding against the door until she met the cold hardwood floor. 

She didn’t even cry. She just sat there in her loneliness.

“I should just go home,” she whispered to the empty room. It wouldn’t even be that difficult. Nearly everything she owned was still in boxes.

Yet, with a tap on her fourth-story window, she remembered why she couldn’t go home.

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Updated designs for everyone :D

(Plus Lyra who didn't have one before really)

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LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown: Electric Boogaloo (2) Submissions

Who can be entered:

Anyone can be entered that is LGBTQ+ and disabled. This includes physically disabled characters, neurodivergent characters, and characters with mental health things like anxiety and depression for example. However, this is not limited to solely just canon confirmed characters. In order to be considered for this showdown, if they are not canon you must provide a good argument for their inclusion. More about our canon policy here.

Who cannot be entered:

Real people

Harry Potter

Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel

OCs

Yang Xiao Long from RWBY

Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard from All For The Game

There’s a few more things that might be excluded, but it’s an if it’s submitted we’ll point it out kinda deal. Most/all characters from last season are free game except the ones listed because they won first and second. Any character that was rejected last season could be submitted and potentially run, and anything from last season could potentially not be run.

Multiple characters from the same media can be submitted and be in the showdown.

What should be in the submission:

Who the character is

What they are from

Why they qualify

Propaganda

Submissions:

Characters can be submitted in the google form linked. If you are not comfortable using a google form you can also shoot us an ask. You can submit as many characters as you like, but please don’t spam the same character. If you’re not sure a character counts feel free to shoot us an ask. Submissions are still open. Don’t assume your character has been submitted, they probably haven’t even if they are from a popular media. Bracket size is as large as we can get it.

Disclaimers will be under the cut

Disclaimers:

1.) Please tell us if we are using the wrong terminology or are doing something offensive, we are trying our best but are only human.

2.) This showdown will be as big as we can logically get it, however we reserve the right to not include characters at our discretion.

3.) We will block without warning, please be civil when interacting with the content.

4.) If you have an issue with one of the characters feel free to send us an ask or message and we’ll figure out what do do from there. That being said this isn’t really about who is the best representation.

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Request Information

We write x reader and x OC stories/oneshots, so don't be afraid to give your character a name, unless you prefer it being the reader!

We typically write the reader as a female, but if you prefer gender neutral, let us know!

We generally write for male people/characters as well.

We write:

Fluff

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Comfort

We do not write smut!

Feel free to send any request for one-shots/imagines, or if you have an idea for a mini-series, don't be afraid to suggest that as well.

If you request, there is no 100% guarantee that it'll be written, but we will definitely try our best to fulfill everyone's requests!

When something is requested, we will try to get to it as quickly as possible, but we are both full time students and play sports, so please bear with us!

We write for a lot of things, but here is the list if you want to go through it all! If you don't see a specific person/show or anything on the list, still feel free to request it. We might have accidentally left it out, but if not, we can still attempt to write that person for you!

You can submit requests by clicking the link at the bottom of this post or the link at the top of the blog, both will take you to a form to submit your request!

FULL LIST OF WHAT WE WRITE FOR:

Shows/movies:

13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen

Justin Foley

911 (Lonestar and the original)

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

Judd Ryder

Owen Strand

Paul Strickland

TK Strand

Wyatt Harris

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Michael Langdon

Tate Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Attack On Titan

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirstein

Big Time Rush

Carlos

James

Kendall

Logan

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Cobra Kai

Eli Moskowitz (Hawk)

Johnny Lawrence

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Game of Thrones

Bronn

Jaime Lannister

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Goosebumps

James Etten

Lucas Parker

Gossip Girl

Chuck Bass

Eric Van Der Woodsen

Nate Archibald

Grey’s Anatomy

George O’Malley

Mark Sloan

IT

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

Jujustu Kaisen

Megumi Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

Toge Inumaki

Yuji Itadori

Lab Rats

Chase Davenport

Malcolm In The Middle

Francis Wilkerson

Reese Wilkerson

Malcolm Wilkerson

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Deadpool

Druig

Logan Howlett

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker (Tom’s or Andrew’s)

Steve Rogers

Thor 

Wolverine

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

My Hero Academia

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Hitoshi Shinsou

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Keigo Takami

Shota Aizawa

Shoto Todoroki

Takami Amajiki

NCIS (LA and the original)

Anthony DiNozzo

Eric Beale

G. Callen

Jimmy Palmer

Marty Deeks

Timothy McGee

Nerve

Tommy Mancuso

New Girl

Coach

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Winston Bishop

Now You See Me

Jack Wilder

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

John B.

Pope

Rafe Cameron

Topper

Percy Jackson

Percy

Pretty Little Liars

Caleb Rivers

Holden Strauss

Jason DiLaurentis

Mike Montgomery

Noel Kahn

Toby Cavanaugh

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood

Jace Herondale

Simon Lewis

Shameless

Ian Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

Smallville

Clark Kent

Lex Luthor

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington

Supernatural

Castiel

Dean Winchester

Jack Kline

Sam Winchester

T@GGED

Ash Franklin

Brandon Darrow

Trevor Askill

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Titans

Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Gar Logan (Beast Boy)

Jason Todd (Red Hood)

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Jasper Jordan

Monty Green

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nicholas Scratch

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Mellark

The Maze Runner

Minho

Newt

Thomas

The Middle

Axl Heck

Sean Donahue

The OC

Luke Ward

Ryan Atwood

Seth Cohen

The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

The Outsiders

Darry Curtis

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

The Rookie

John Nolan

Tim Bradford

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Kai Parker

Stefan Salvatore

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

True Blood

Eric Northman

Jason Stackhouse

Sam Merlotte

Twilight

Emmett Cullen

Jasper Hale

Paul Lahote

Seth Clearwater

Wizards of Waverly Place

Justin Russo

Real people:

5 Seconds of Summer members (all)

Ateez members (all)

Cody Fern

Jamie Muscato

Sam and Colby

Stray Kids members (all)

The Boyz (all)

Tomorrow x Together members (all)

Request form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdf15DK07JIGzKMNPC2FrEgP7ces4KfIxTngYcNwvmusaXxGA/viewform?usp=sf_link

[slytherin-paramour]

On the way to Hogsmeade, these bitches slandering Poppy 😏