#Abracadabra Complex

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Myth and Popular Culture

In this article, I would like to proceed by explaining what is myth and popular culture. Myth is a value system embedded in society and culture can be explicated as institutions that are propagated by society. In this article I would like to enunciate certain terms that program my writing and they are:

a) Abracadabra complex

b) Mesmer complex

c) Freud complex

(d Sphinx Complex

a) Abracadabra complex

Abracadabra complex is the magical influence exerted on the individual and its various forms are driven by social media and advertisements. Now what does social media and advertisements do?  They feed on the ego through a brainwashing manipulation. They embark upon a mental Halloween. With the advent of social media, humanity has become a slave of it. Yet there are some good features of social media that are fruitful as they picture news ignored by the mainstream media. Social media manufactures awareness of accessibility. Advertisements create an experience of adarchy (advertisement and anarchy). The individual is at a loss to make the right choices. Products are sold as manufactured consent.  The owners of social media and advertisements are driven by Nietzsche’s will to power and power and becomes as  a saleable commodity, a fetish of purchasing power.

(b Mesmer Complex

This is the second factor in Myth and Popular Culture. I would like to explain it by using Hegel’s master and the slave dialectic. The master and the slave is a dialectical relationship between myth and popular culture and the consumer. The relationship is a two way process of where the bourgeoisie capitalists are the masters and consumers are slaves. This is process of power sharing. The ego of the bourgeoisie is addicted with power strategies to make the sales optimum.  The master feeds on the narcissism of the slave. He propagates the myth of culture-stasis a peculiar condition of dominating the slave with the masturbation of tantalizing visual and sound content.

(c Freud Complex

Freud complex is a psychiatric aspect and the product sold by the bourgeoisie capitalist and it embodies a fetish deviant of attracting products. He perpetrates the catchy Aphrodite slogans, sexy Venus glitter and Zeus thundering sounds, all leading to the capitulating of interest. There is a collective narcissism of the ego and a gaffe of slavish psychosis which make the slave hooked on to the Gothic imagery and creating a feeble condition of cultural voyeurism.

(d Sphinx Complex

Sphinx complex is a peculiar phenomena of attachment felt by the consumer towards a product.  The consumer is forced to make choices from a plethora and here we have to examine whether it is the advertisements which make a mental surgery to hoodwink the subject in buying of a product. The choice that a consumer makes is highly irrational and is dependent on the upward-spin-tail of voyeuristic entertainment.

[dinosaurvibe]

Twisted Wonderland x Avengers AU

A/N: I know some of the heroes below are not part of the Avengers, but they are the marvel heroes that fitted the characters best. Below, an extended version of a thought I had while watching the avengers (while having twisted wonderland brain rot, mind you). Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Lazy language, I wrote it down in a rush. I might make a more thought-out version later on, while rewatching the movies.

What if… Housewardens were superheroes and the other dorm members were their teammates? And like the avengers are the mission where all housewardens work together to save the world from the worst.

Heartslabyul — Captain America. No explanation needed- I mean, Riddle obsession with following rules do fit captain america moral code that he follows through and through. But ig it’ll be Captain Roseheart? Captain Rose? Captain Britain? Lol idk but Riddle totally is the more serious/leader like of all the housewardens, I feel. I am not quite sure for the others, Trey as Bucky? Childhood friends separated by unfortunate reasons whose paths recross after years. I like the idea! Ace & Deuce as the new generation of heroes Riddle has to train? Ideas, ideas.

Savanaclaw — Obviously Leona would be a very lazy black panther. But in a world where Leona still has a little ambition, he decided to protect the land from outsiders by becoming “black lion” and saving the citizens. Like please I’m in love with black lion Leona. In the end of the first movie we see like black panther talking to an audience about opening wakanda land and I see like this could be Farena?? 

Octavinelle — Let’s be fr, Aquaman = Octoman. Don’t ask where I get that from. But yeah, I think Aquaman is the only ocean-hero in marvel, so ofc we’ll have to make it fit. I watched the movie so long ago so I don’t have many memories but yea. The story would be like he was a wealthy seamen who decided to go on earth to do business, but it was hard to adapt to land even with his two eels friends. While he is on earth, his home is getting attacked by aliens/idk and when he comes back he discovers near everything is destroyed. Those guys were looking for the legendary trident who disappeared. Azul finds it: he decides to save his people. Why? BENEFIT, YOU FOOLS! Royalty will be forever in debt to him, citizens will throw themself in the deals of the one who saved them! 

Scarabia — Kalim is very spiderman coded. It’ll give an interesting dynamic with Iron man (idia) since we have the overly excited sunshine x mentor introvert. He’d be the crazy rich kid with a hero complex using his money for good, and Jamil would be the poor servant pulled in Kalim’s chaos. Like they both get bitten because idk, Kalim thought it’d be fun to take a closer look (spider), Jamil being scared of bugs dissuading him and… Pouf! Kalim yelps in surprise when he gets bitten, Jamil as the good servant he was trained to be runs to him, only for the spider to feel anxious and bite Jamil too. Abracadabra, two spidermen! May Jamil blood pressure rest in peace.

Pomefiore — Black widow and the dude that shoots arrow?! ITS SO PERFECT! Plus I absolutely love black widow, she’s an icon. She’s sexy and badass, need more to talk about Vil? And she’s friend with hawk (i think??) the dude who shoots arrow, so like, Rook?? But rooks a hunter, so maybe Huntman? As a superhero name idk. Their dynamic would be so dope. And when black widow is like iron man “assistant” it’ll give mad interactions too?? When she beats the guy down in the ring when he says “rule number 1, don’t look away from the enemy–” BAM. Vil when he flipped Floyd over, same vibe.

Ignyhide — No need to spin the wheel, Idia IS Iron-man! Like, please be fr??? Genius and rich family working on high-tech? Isn’t that the Shroud description? Like Ortho would be Shervice (no idea how to write it but like the assistant Tony created that became Ultron afterwards).

I feel like the moment in the game where Idia says “I’m the Boss” does fit the character of Tony a bit, and like… Idia created the armor for “fun” but ended up discovering a new way to use gamma rays/scientist shit and yeah.

Diasomnia — MALLEUS IS THOR ! Like. The way of talking. The foreign chosen one who is lost on earth. Long hair. Incredible strength. Thunder. Heir to the throne. It’s yelling Malleus. Also, SIlver and Sebek can be those friends that helped him escape Asgard with (Loki) to fight the black elves. It fits so weeeeeell. And weirdly Lilia does give a Loki a vibe, but meeeeh. Not sure yet. Anyway, I love the idea of malleus being Thor (and the human he falls for is Yuu, or Idia. Who knows.)

[sebastianswallows]

The English Client — Thirty

— PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: The year is 1952. Tom is working for Borgin and Burkes. He is sent to Rome to acquire three ancient books of magic by any means necessary. One in particular proves challenging to reach, and the only path forward is through a pretty, young bookseller. A foreigner like him, she lives alone, obsessed with her work... until Tom comes into her life.

— WARNINGS: angst, fluff, smut, fingering, sweet dirty talk, creampie, possessiveness, falling in love

— WORDCOUNT: 2.5k

— TAGLIST: @esolean @localravenclaw @slytherins-heir

“It’s all getting too complex, Tom.”

“Maybe. But not too much for you.”

“Yes, for me.”

“You’ve been through worse though, haven’t you?”

“Have I? I’m not sure… Nothing with higher stakes, certainly.”

“Oh, come on… You’ve moved to a foreign country and lived here on your own for years. Worked for a crazy old man with a monster in the basement —”

“That’s unfair. Ambrogio was just a bit eccentric.”

“What do you think the auctioneers will do? Even if the worst should happen and you make some grave mistake… Will they turn you into a toad? Kill you? Cast a magic spell, what, like Abracadabra?”

“Worse. They’ll laugh at me.”

“Ah.”

“A failure. Humiliated. Publicly.”

“Well, I’ll be there, and if any laugh at you I’ll Avada Kedavra them myself.”

“Saying it doesn’t kill anybody, Tom,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“I’ll bring my wand, too.”

For some reason, that’s what made her laugh. It somehow added to the quiet, her laughter in the dark. They lay beside each other on her bed, warm beneath the covers, knee to knee. What started as Tom trying to console her following her meeting with Mr. Malfoy had melted into something else.

“Oh, you had better,” she chuckled. “I am so fond of your magic wand.”

He purred when he felt her careful fingers slip around his thighs. She scratched him gently above his clothes on her way to his waistline, then slid her hand beneath to find his cock and take it in her hand. He could feel her gasp against his lips when she closed her fingers around it, thumb just above the tiny slit that beaded a little pearl of lust at the feeling of her warmth and softness. His gaze travelled from her eyes down to her lips while she slowly thrust her hand upward. The way she made the skin of his shaft shift along his cock made him groan. He swallowed back the vulnerable sounds he was tempted to make and closed his eyes, enjoying the attention, the care of her touch, and the always terrifying experience of true intimacy. Like a whisper, her fingers travelled down the full shape of his cock from the tip down the velvet body until she reached the root, then back again. From beneath the soft protective circle of skin, his tip started peeking out.

“I think my wand likes you back,” he chuckled breathlessly, head leaning back against the pillow.

Her grip tightened at the encouragement. “Would you give it to me, then?” she teased. “Just for a little bit?”

“Mmm… You wouldn’t know how to use a proper wand.”

“I would too,” she protested. “Stop laughing.”

Tom couldn’t help it. Beneath the jokes, there was something deeply sad about their playful exchange — she was just a muggle. When it didn’t gnaw at him he had to catch himself for mentioning things he should not speak about with her, innocuous topics that he would have been free to speak of with a witch… These little jokes were a way for him to make up for it.

To ask for her forgiveness without so many words he leaned forward and kissed her. She moaned against his lips and moved closer, her hand around him tightening its grip. With a shuffle, she began to pull his trousers off his hips and out of her way, and Tom moved to help her. As he was still kicking them off his feet and to the edge of the bed she held him in her hand, cupping his cock gently, feeling it harden, and with a gasp he moved to kiss her again, and again. He let his mouth linger, let her taste his every moan and sigh while he swallowed every breath of hers. With a sweet whimper, she let him go to pull her panties down beneath the sheets and then, more shakily than before, she took his cock in her soft hand once more and brought it to her mound. It was his turn to shiver and he struggled to maintain control and let her lead. Through his half-lidded gaze, he could see her blushing, breathing heavily, excited, her focus all on him.

“I want to play with you a little,” she whispered with a kittenish smile.

“If you think you can handle it…” he breathed, trying to maintain his cool.

“I think I’ve been handling it.”

He grumbled at her silly pun but purred when she rubbed his cock against herself. The soft tuft of her venus mound stuck to his wet and dripping tip, licking across it in such a teasing way he almost blushed. She used him to caress her clit, a satisfied moan bubbling in her throat when their two most sensitive parts met. He could feel her little button, so warm and hard surrounded by its hood… Tom licked away from his lips the desire to kiss it again.

“More,” he whispered, hips canting toward her in a silent plea. “More, you witch…”

“Like this?” she murmured, and he could almost taste her grin.

She rubbed him slowly, methodically almost, and brought him to her slit. Her plump lips closed around him in a kiss. Tom’s breathing grew heavy, his body on a precipice threatening to fall. He felt himself twitch and drip over her folds, the bead of lust a little offering to the beautiful body in which he found such comfort. Slowly, torturously so, she eased him deeper, canting her hips and pressing him against her where she was softest, warmest, and already dripping for him.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he muttered. His hips shifted on the bed, his whole body heating up just from her touch on that singular part of his body.

Her folds encircled him and in a cruel mimicry, she leaned forward to kiss him and drag her tongue between his lips. Tom groaned and reached to bite her but she moved away before he could, giggling. He mumbled a curse and closed his eyes, struggling against the instinct to grab her and push up into her with force.

“I want you,” he whispered, his tone dangerously close to a plea. “Want to feel you from the inside again…”

“Sometimes I think that’s the part of me you like best.”

“It’s true,” he smiled, leaning his forehead against hers while her hand kept stroking him. “Inside of you is your pretty heart, and your clever mind…”

“For such a dirty boy, you say the sweetest words,” she giggled, laying a quick peck against his cheek. “And? What else is inside of me that you like so, so much?”

Tom dipped to kiss her mouth, his hand reaching out to hold her head and pull her into a deep long melding of breath and hot flesh. Her hand almost stilled around him but he gripped it with his own and kept it moving, their fingers closing together on his cock. She covered him and he covered her and without either of them knowing whose choice it exactly was his tip reached the clenching edge of her hole. It caught on the rim and made her tremble, made her sigh into his mouth. Tom smiled and parted from her, nearly breathless. She let go of him to place her hand upon his hip and gently pressed him into her. He tightened his fist around her hair, made her gasp into his kiss as he pushed forward until the head breached her. With a moan she wrapped a leg around him, pulling herself closer until their skin stuck together.

“Tom,” she whispered, her head leaned back in his grip, neck pulled in an arc that was perfect for kissing.

He murmured with his lips along its column and his cheeks round with a smile. “You have me… Right here…”

“I know,” she whined, her fingers curling on his hip, scratching him with her dull claws. The other reached out toward him underneath the sheets, aiming blindly for his chest. “You’re always teasing. Making me suffer…”

He chuckled and thrust a little deeper, deliberately dragging it on. His tongue came out to lick her neck, tasting the sweat there and the hint of her perfume while his other hand released his cock and traced up along her body until he found her breasts.

“You love suffering,” he whispered, finger circling her nipple.

She shivered in his arms and wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper inside. Tom chuckled and obliged her and started thrusting higher, dragging his length across the bottom of her clit to make her moan. His teeth closed around her tender skin and nibbled at her breasts, painting her in blotches of red all the way down to her clavicle. His fingers played across her nipple, circling, plucking, twisting when she least expected it until it hardened in his grasp.

“You always get so wet for me,” Tom murmured, a hint of wonder in his voice. Between her plaintive moans, they could both hear the slick and sticky sounds his cock pulled out of her. “Does anyone else know what a naughty girl you are, hmm?”

“Only you do,” she smiled, her eyes closed, lips swollen, bitten bloody. It was like speaking with the dead.

“Is that so?”

His thrusts gained a slow, incessant rhythm, reaching deeper into her each time. His hand parted from her chest to hold on to her waist as he lavished her with kisses. The fingers that held her head tilted back uncoiled from her hair and slid down to support her back, to hold her bent and open to him. She moaned as his cock reached deeper into her, its length filling her from entrance to her cervix for a moment before pulling back. Her folds dragged deliciously across his length, leaving it wet and sticky before he shoved it back inside.

“You mean,” he started with a teasing tone, his lips hovering over her nipple, “that nobody else knows you,” a kiss then on the puckered tip, “like I do?”

“Nobody…” she sighed.

Tom chuckled and pulled her nub into his mouth, tugging on it in that hungry, desperate way he did, while below his thrusts turned harder, eager to reach further into her than each time before. With lewd suckles, he pulled away only to catch her nipple between his lips and nurse at it a little harshly. She yelped and stuck her nails into his skin but Tom did what he wanted.

“You’re a dirty little liar,” he purred.

“I am not.”

He found her vehemence endearing but it only made him want to poke and prod at her pride more. He twirled his tongue around her breast a few more times, surprising her with hot and heavy suckles that made her body tighten and shift in his arms, and then he turned gentle all over again. With a heave he thrust inside her once and stayed there, resting his forehead in the centre of her chest.

“Tooom,” she complained, canting her hips to beg for more.

“Shhh…”

“Please, I want it…”

“I know you do,” he whispered, grinning. “But I like feeling you like this.”

She whined but stayed still for him. The feeling of her clenching all around his cock, the thrumming of her heartbeat, the licking of her drops of wetness down his sac and the way her plush folds kissed it, choked around it… It made his flesh burn hot, his blood on fire. He pulled her even closer and wrapped his lips around her nipple then started thrusting into her harder than before. The quick motion dragged heat along her channel, made her cry out his name, nails dragging across his skin as if she clung to him on the edge of a precipice. His lips pulled her nub deeper, tongue crushing it against the roof of his mouth while his cock shoved higher, higher into her, battering against her cervix. The sheets were by now a tangled mess and the bed squeaked beneath them, but neither noticed anything other than each other. Lost in one another’s bodies, they chased pleasure together, Tom inside of her and she around his body. She clung to him as if she could have fallen and he held her close, his cock dripping precum into her, mouth slathering her breasts with kisses, a rapid pulling and pushing of flesh as if they could melt together and become one being.

“Oh fuck, please, so good —” she cried out. “I ca— I’m so close, I can’t—”

“You will,” he muttered against her skin, lips barely dropping her sweet breast out of his mouth. “Like you always do, my good girl. Cum for me.”

She whimpered at his order so confident and cold against his frantic fucking into her, and suddenly her body snapped. She curled forward, legs tightening around his, head bowing to rest against his own, and with a loud and broken cry, she felt her core convulse and clench. Tom moaned with her nipple in his mouth and pounded harder into her throughout it.

“Say you’re mine,” he whispered, peppering her skin with kisses.

“Yours,” she gasped into his messy hair, each breath pushed from her. “I’m-m y-yours…”

He purred at the sound of it and snapped his hips a little faster, more frantic and desperate as he felt his skin catch fire. She started whining, oversensitive, her softest parts abused by him, but Tom didn’t stop until he felt his pleasure rush through him. With a low cry, his arms tightened around her, his hips stuttered, and he came. He held her still, his cock shoved deep, her folds pressed against his churning sac as it twitched and pulsed with each release.

“Tom! A-aaah… T-tom, it’s…”

“I know,” he whispered, “I know, shh…”

He could feel the warmth of his seed as it travelled through his shaft, felt it pooling deep inside her, then down along his length as it seeped out. With his lips against her breast, tongue cradling her nipple, Tom sighed in delectation. Even after taking her so many times, he couldn't understand why this was so satisfying… Filling her, going as deep into her body as he could, and swallowing the sweet taste of her skin.

Tom parted from her chest still panting and gently petted her back as she recovered. Her legs were limp, her arms relaxed around him, even her head was laying lazily against the pillow as she gave out little gasps and moans. The length of her spine was sweaty and cold after the duvet fell from them, but she never seemed to notice.

“Alright?” he asked with a small smile, gazing down at her sated, sleepy face. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“Mhmm…” she nodded, licking her lips. Below, he felt her clench around him one last time.

Tom growled and stayed buried inside her, greedy for her body still. Moving gently, his hand curled from her back down to her tummy, and he left it there for a few moments while he muttered the contraceptive charm.

“There there,” he cooed, with a kiss to her flushed cheek. “Sleep now…”

She was already sleeping and knew he’d be with her in her dreams as well.

[herrenxenoberg]

Fandorm Showcase #14 - The Sword In The Stone

This one has more heavy lore stuff than the other fandorms I have created so far, so bear with me here.

Introducing the whimsy and chaotic dorm inspired by The Sword In The Stone...

Abracamelot!

The dorm's name derives from Abra- (the front part of Abracadabra) and Camelot (the fictional world of arthurian legends).

This dorm focuses on pure chaos and anarchy, no rules are bounding the students that are placed here since all of them have magic capabilities that exceeds all expectations of others. They specialize in more advanced spells, like shapeshifting, vanishing, size altercations and so forth, especially for the housewarden who can do more complex spells. They have a way of choosing their housewardens by shapeshifting into the most crazy animal they can physically do, the highest achievement they have gotten is a dragon. (Which is the housewarden I will bring up later.)

"A dorm founded on the Mischievous Sorceress's spirit of virtue. Students in this dorm are magically capable in complex spells yet they have no rules of restraint or logic."

Not gonna lie, I was also taking inspirations from Discord, the spirit of chaos from MLP:FiM for this one cuz it really has that chaotic energy I'm trying to go for, so yeah-

Requirements and Traits:

Have limitless creativity for magic/spells

Magically capable

Have a bold personality

Here comes the dorm uniform design:

Fun fact: I actually took the colour palette inspiration from the one Madam Mim card from the Lorcana series, cuz with the regular outfit Madam Mim wears, the colors are too simplistic. I wanted a more chaotic feel for the uniforms, so I make use of the colour palette as well as some inspiration of mage-like outfits.

Now introducing the character roster:

Say hello to the forever immortal chaotic archmage himself...

Mael Devlin! (Twisted off Madam Mim)

Mael is a mischievious little boy (although he's much older than he seems) who just likes causing chaos or making people miserable for his personal amusement. No sense of sympathy or humility came from this guy, he is just that malicious as an archmage who claims to have lived for so many years. But is there really a dark secret behind this archmage's long lifespan? Or is he just bluffing to mess with you? Who knows...

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Mael has made a pact with the seven demons of the Underworld (This is not Obey Me, calm down Obey Me! fans-) for a chance to live an immortal life as well as limitless magic in his disposal, but at the cost of having his very soul claimed by the Underworld...which should have been what happened but thanks to Mael, being a mischievous lil gremlin, finding a loophole within the pact, the seven demons are now working FOR him, making sure his immortality maintains for longer than agreed. He wanted this pact because he had beef to settle with a certain elderly mage that has been his long-standing rival, but because of said mage's retirement (cough Ambrose The 63rd cough), Mael is left bored out of his mind with no one to challenge with...except when he had his eyes on Malleus Draconia that his spark of mischief returns once again after years of boredom.

Notable Members:

Morgen Le Feye/Lucifer (Sophomore) - A prideful mage who wants to learn from Mael about chaos magic, all while keeping a suave demeanor to hide his malice. He is the older brother of Memphis. (Twisted off Morgan Le Fey from Sofia The First)

Memphis Le Feye/Leviathan (Sophomore) - Morgen's younger brother, always seem distracted yet sometimes envious of people having fun, wanting to join the fun his own way. (Twisted off Morgause Le Fey from arthurian legends)

Morgen and Memphis actually hides a secret despite at first glance, looking like regular students.

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They're the demons of Pride and Envy in disguise in order to assist Mael in his pursuit of proving his magical might, thus the strange tattoos on their human forms (That symbolizes their ranks in the Underworld). They use the human forms to blend in so nobody would suspect Mael of dabbling in dark magic (it is illegal according to TWST laws).

Synopsis:

Strange occurrences has been happening around campus. Rooms rotating and turned upside down, furniture acting weird and occasionally comes alive, people getting stuck in weird traps. All of this chaotic magic, where does it come from?

Turns out it all came from the school's master of mischief, Mael Devlin, who is finding amusement in people's miseries. Shenanigans ensue as our main protagonists try to make sense in this wacky mess.

And that is all for Abracamelot, possibly the most interesting dorm I came up with.

Next Up: Robin Hood

[torntrianglesleeves]

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Music ask! wooo!!

3: A song for introducing to my favorite genre: i wanna be naught and pick two so I'm gonna pick two: Debussy's Arabesque no.1 and Dvorak's From the New World. Classical is my favorite genre and with the Arabesque I can lead one in with something light, relaxing, that also conveys the subtle complexity of a work. With From the New World, my favorite symphony, there's that same complexity but it's also a symphonic journey. Dvorak wrote it about the americas and one can feel how he felt about writing it. The second movement houses my all time favorite melody, one where even writing about it and thinking on it makes me emotional, and the 4th movement is masterpiece of symphonic finale.

4: A song for a character that I love: I'm going to assume in good faith that this isn't about my own original characters, so I'm going to make this about our boys, and let's say Will because i do love Will. Sad one but I think Promise by Laufey suits Will's journey right now. It's a song about yearning and the ebb and flow of wanting someone who had, or could have had. All the things that remind you of them, you're wishing so badly that you could move on and forget, you move far away to get away from them, but still something or someone takes you back. I hope that s5 gives me new songs about them (looking at you, Heroes)

5: A song I think most of you haven't heard before:

16: A song that makes me think of an old or current crush:

18: A song I'd play to set the mood on a date:

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Other Evans Girl [Part One]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 893

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas,  The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

Notes: Okay so I’ve been working on updating this and I’ve finally gone through all the chapters already written before I start writing more. It’s changed a lot so I’ve decided it’s just better to completely re-upload it.  

If you want tagging let me know

LINK TO AO3 // LINK TO PINTEREST // LINK TO ALL PARTS

Not that you’ll be any good at it. I mean you’ve been a witch for five minutes,’ Petunia said, spite dripping off every word which made tears brim in Lily’s eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. Fortunately for the redhead she had a defence that came in the shape of her twin sister Daisy, who came into the room at that moment, her arms laden with clothes that she dumped on the bed beside Petunia as she said, ‘that’s sort of the point of school. Ignore her Lil.’ ‘Ignore her Lil,’ Petunia mimicked. ‘Oh stuff off Tuney,’ Daisy said, flinging a shirt in the other girl’s face. Petunia pulled it from her face quickly and threw it down on the bed, silently seething, an action that only made Daisy roll her eyes. It didn’t surprise her, in fact, she hadn’t expected anything else from the brunette considering all her life Petunia had seen Daisy as an imposition. It wasn’t that they hated one another it was just that they were vastly different. Whilst Petunia was prim and poised Daisy was uninhibited and humble. Their personalities alone caused friction which often left their sister, who was an odd mix of the pair of them, in the middle though admittedly Lily tended to side in her twin’s favour which was evidenced as she huffed, ‘oh stop it you two!’

It wasn’t an outright allegiance but her reluctance to let Petunia’s tirade of goading continue was enough to make the older girl’s face wither as if she was sucking on a lemon, though admittedly she had looked like that since their eleventh birthday.

‘Well she should stop trying to make us feel bad for getting into school,’ Daisy argued. ‘I don’t care that you’re going to that school,’ Petunia sneered, ‘if you two want to be freaks like him then fine.’ ‘Sev is not a freak,’ Lily said dejectedly looking at Daisy who gave her a reassuring smile. It was a sentiment she didn’t quite agree with but she knew how much the boy meant to Lily so she played along.

‘You’re just jealous,’ Daisy said in a sing-song voice, smiling as Petunia’s face fell into a scowl. ‘Jealous of you learning the meaning of abracadabra,’ Petunia scoffed, ‘I don’t think so.’

And with that, she flicked her long brown hair behind her shoulder and flounced out of the room slamming the door behind her. Daisy rolled her eyes and continued throwing things haphazardly into her suitcase as if nothing had happened. Eleven years of Petunia’s tantrums meant that she was barely phased anymore but as she glanced towards her sister she could see that she didn’t feel the same. Her hands had stopped, meaning that the school shirt she had been folding now hung limp in her fingers as she stared into the middle distance. Daisy watched her for a moment, hoping that whatever worries she was having were just a momentary thing, but when she failed to move she sighed, putting down the book she was holding so that she could sit down on the bed next to her sister. Given that their room was the smallest in the house [Petunia had argued her case better than them] and currently littered with everything they owned it was a squeeze but she sat beside her anyway watching as her sister stared at the mess on Daisy’s bed unblinkingly.

‘Lil, she’s not right you know,’ Daisy said hoping it would snap her out of her trance. When it didn’t she reached up and moved the girl’s fiery red locks off her shoulder and out her head in its place before taking her sister’s hand in her own. ‘What if she is? What if we’re rubbish witches? I mean there’s bound to be people better than us. People who have grown up with magic all their lives. Like Sev-’ ‘Yeah but it’s not like Sev could use it. Not really. He said himself he’s not allowed to use a wand until he goes to school,’ Daisy reasoned.

‘But he still knows more than us,’ Lily sighed. ‘So we’ll study extra hard,’ Daisy said. Lily looked down at her sister with a quirked eyebrow.

‘Okay, you’ll study extra hard and I’ll copy off you,’ Daisy smiled. ‘As always,’ Lily said squeezing Daisy’s hand.

They fell quiet for a moment, the pair of them thinking of what was to come, at least that was what Daisy had been thinking of. Lily however seemed to be dwelling on the crossed word with Petunia still as she said with a sniffle, ‘Sev was right. Tuney is just jealous.’ ‘Like when you got the part in the nativity over her,’ Daisy agreed. ‘But I should be Mary-’ ‘But I should be Mary-’ they echoed in unison. The pair burst into a fit of giggles that they couldn’t stop until each had tears in their eyes and aches in their sides. After that the sad moment seemed to be forgotten and the pair of them headed back to the ginormous task of packing their lives up for school. Well, Lily did, wiping her eyes quickly before she went back to folding. Daisy however flopped back onto her bed picturing the look on Petunia’s face as she and Lily left in the morning for the start of their lives.

She couldn’t wait.

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14 Cartoons About Hard Drive Recovery That'll Brighten Your Day

The world of hard drive recovery can often feel like a serious and technical environment filled with clients anxiously awaiting the return of their precious data and professionals working diligently to fix complex problems. But even in the world of failed hard drives, data corruption, and physical damage, there's room for a little humor. Sometimes, a funny cartoon can remind us that a little lightheartedness goes a long way in keeping our spirits high in the face of these challenges. Here are 14 cartoons about hard drive recovery that will surely brighten your day.

1. The Backup Excuse

A cartoon shows a stressed-out office worker holding a broken hard drive in one hand and a sticky note saying “Backup!” in the other. The caption reads, “I swear, it was just working fine yesterday!”

Sometimes, we all forget the importance of regular backups. This humorous reminder illustrates how easy it is to become complacent about saving data, only to regret it when the hard drive fails!

2. Data Recovery Superheroes

A comic strip depicts a group of superheroes in capes and tights, each with the label “Data Recovery Specialist,” “Hard Drive Whisperer,” and “File Finder.” They stand proudly in front of a giant, glowing hard drive with the phrase “Saving the Day, One Gigabyte at a Time.”

In the world of data recovery, professionals are the unsung heroes who swoop in to save the day when disaster strikes. This cartoon gives them the heroic recognition they deserve!

3. The Eternal Struggle

A cartoon shows two characters: one holding a hammer and saying, “I’ll fix it!” while the other holds a USB drive, exclaiming, “Just recover it!” The hammer-wielding character is in front of a crashed hard drive with smoke rising from it.

When it comes to hard drive recovery, it’s often tempting to try a quick fix—usually the wrong fix—before seeking professional help. This cartoon captures that universal feeling of frustration when things just won’t work.

4. A Hard Drive’s Worst Nightmare

In this cartoon, a hard drive is lying on a psychiatrist's couch, saying, “I’ve been feeling so fragmented lately.” The psychiatrist, who’s a USB stick, says, “Tell me more. How does that make you feel?”

For the hard drive that’s been corrupted or fragmented, this cartoon provides a humorous take on a recovery session. Sometimes it feels like even our hard drives need therapy!

5. The Backup Plan

A character in the cartoon is looking at a small hard drive while holding up a massive external drive labeled “Backup.” The caption says, “Well, I guess this is my backup plan. Does it seem a little... over the top?”

This comic pokes fun at those who take data protection to the extreme, always prepared with backups upon backups. While it’s a good habit, it’s funny to see someone taking it to a ridiculous level.

6. The Reboot Panic

The cartoon shows a person frantically pressing the “reboot” button on their computer, while a pop-up window reads: “Rebooting... are you sure?” The person, sweating nervously, responds, “Of course I’m sure! What else can I do?”

This is the ultimate panic moment for anyone who’s ever faced a computer crash. Rebooting can feel like the only hope, and this cartoon brilliantly captures that desperation.

7. The Exaggerated Fail

A hard drive with “System Crash” written on it looks like it’s about to explode, while the person in the background just casually says, “Oops, I forgot to back up.”

This one is a funny exaggeration of what can happen when you don’t back up your data—and the over-the-top consequences that sometimes seem to follow!

8. The Magical Solution

In this comic, a data recovery professional in a wizard's hat is casting a spell over a broken hard drive. The caption reads, “If only it were that simple. Data recovery, Abracadabra!”

For anyone who’s ever wished for a magic solution to data recovery problems, this one is sure to make you smile. Sometimes, it feels like a bit of magic is needed to recover lost files!

9. The IT Crowd's Advice

A group of IT professionals is sitting around, and one of them says, “Have you tried turning it off and on again?” Another responds, “Yes, but now it’s just a paperweight.”

This classic piece of advice is often the first thing people hear when troubleshooting technology. But sometimes, as the cartoon suggests, it’s not enough to fix the problem!

10. The Recovered Data Celebration

In this cartoon, a group of people is throwing confetti and celebrating, with a banner reading, “We got the data back!” The hard drive, looking very tired and exhausted, says, “It wasn’t easy, folks. Let me rest for a minute.”

Sometimes, data recovery is a long and difficult process—and when it’s successful, it’s worth celebrating! This cartoon adds a humorous twist by showing the tired hard drive in need of a break.

11. The Data Recovery Magician

A technician, wearing a magician’s hat, is pulling files out of a top hat. The files say, “Recovered!” The technician exclaims, “Voila! Just like magic!”

This comic shows how data recovery professionals can feel a bit like magicians, pulling data out of seemingly nowhere. It’s a fun way to illustrate the often mysterious nature of the recovery process!

12. The Infinite Loading Screen

A person is staring at a computer screen with a progress bar that’s stuck at 99%. The character says, “Why do they always do this at the worst possible moment?”

Anyone who has ever waited on a progress bar during data recovery or file transfers can relate to the frustration of it hanging at the final stage. This cartoon humorously captures that feeling.

13. The Tech Support Guy

A technician is looking at a failed hard drive with the classic “blue screen of death.” The technician says, “Well, it’s either the drive, the cable, or the motherboard. Let’s try all three!”

Sometimes, troubleshooting hard drive issues can feel like a game of trial and error. This cartoon illustrates the frequent cycle of testing every possible cause until something works.

14. The Non-Technical Client

A non-technical client holds up their hard drive, saying, “I’m sure it’s just the power cable... right?” The technician looks at the drive and says, “We’re going to need to do a bit more than that.”

This comic is a funny take on how clients sometimes misunderstand the complexity of data recovery, thinking a simple fix will do the job. It’s a lighthearted way to show the challenges professionals face when managing client expectations.

While hard drive recovery can be a stressful and intricate process, sometimes a little humor is just what you need to keep things in perspective. These 14 cartoons offer a fun look at the world of data recovery, from the frustrations of system crashes to the heroic efforts of technicians. Whether you're a data recovery professional or someone who’s experienced the anguish of data loss, these cartoons provide some much-needed comic relief. So the next time you find yourself facing a hard drive disaster, take a moment to laugh and remember you’re not alone.

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Mountain Magic: Explore the Secrets of Old Time Witchcraft (Modern Folk Magic #1) Mountain Magic: Explore the Secrets of Old Time Witchcraft (Modern Folk Magic #1) Contributor(s): Beyer, Rebecca (Author) Publisher: Wellfleet Press ISBN: 1577153359 Physical Info: 0.71" H x 8.35" L x 5.51" W (0.92 lbs) 160 pages "Learn the wisdom and magic of the backwoods through Appalachian Magic and build a magical practice that's fueled by ancestral traditions and the nourishing power of the natural world"-- REBECCA BEYER is an Appalachian ethnobotanist living in the mountains of Western North Carolina, where she manages a homestead and teaches traditional witchcraft, foraging, and Appalachian folk medicine. She has a BS in plant and soil science from the University of Vermont and a master's in Appalachian studies and sustainability, concentrating in Appalachian ethnobotany, from Appalachian State University. She is also a member of the Association of Foragers. She spends her days trying to learn what her ancestors did and finding ways to share traditional skills while tackling cultural appropriation and the complexities of living in the modern world. "Rebecca Beyer's fresh, can't-miss book is a love letter to the traditions, folklore, and people of Appalachia...Imbued with a love of people and place, Mountain Magic is a standout occult text."-- ForeWord Reviews Table of Contents: CONTENTS Introduction: News Come from Down the Mountain CHAPTER I. THE CALLING The Appalachian Witch or Conjure Person Witch Doctors & Charm Doctors Water Witches & Dowsers Wart Doctors Granny Women or Granny Midwives Yarb Doctors Burn Whisperers Blood Stoppers CHAPTER II. MOUNTAIN MEDICINE The Landscape The Roots of Appalachian Medicine Folk Medical Knowledge The Tonic Tradition CHAPTER III. THE YARBS: OCCULT USES OF APPALACHIAN HERBS Asafoetida Cayenne Pepper Ginseng Goldenrod Blackberry Jimsonweed, Datura Mayapple or American Mandrake Sassafras Horse Nettle Mugwort Mullein Onion Rhododendron Peach Persimmon Poke Rabbit Tobacco CHAPTER IV. THE WORKINGS: CHARMS & CURSES Materia Magica Protection from Evil Breaking Curses Witchballs SATOR ROTAS Square ABRACADABRA Charm Witch Bottles Healing Charms Love Workings Ghosts & Spirits Animalia CHAPTER V. SEASONAL LORE & MOUNTAIN ASTROLOGY Lore for All Seasons Planting by the Signs with Mountain Astrology Astrological Lore Some Final Words Bibliography Index Acknowledgments About the Author Discover the wisdom and magic of Appalachia through Mountain Magic, an illustrated guide to the occult power of the hills and hollows. The people of Appalachia and the American backwoods have a long and deep magical tradition, one rooted in the power of place, land, and nature. With a creativity and ingenuity born of necessity, Appalachian witches built and sustained a wealth of magical knowledge drawn from European, Native American, and African American folk magic. Guided by expert witch and forager Rebecca Beyer, you can explore the wisdom of this powerful place: Learn medical and magical uses for common plants and herbs Meet the traditional magical practitioners of Appalachia, from Blood Stoppers to Water Witches Delve into a wealth of charms and curses, from witchballs to love workings Follow the lore of the stars and seasons to grow and thrive Some of the magic and culture you will encounter in this enchanted guide Magical lore surrounding the weather, seasons, and the movements of the moon and stars. Recipes for a tonic salad to move the blood in springtime and a cleansing spicebush tea. Profiles of the medicinal and magical properties of some essential mountain plants, including ginseng, blackberry, poke, sassafras, and mullein. Charms to protect from evil, including witch bottles, a holly twig charm, and the SATOR ROTAS square. With this beautifully illustrated guide, you can bring the wisdom and magic of the backwoods to meet the challenges of modern life, building a magical practice that's fueled by ancestral traditions and the nourishing power of the natural world. The Modern Folk Magic series offers accessible and engaging introductions to folk magical traditions from a fresh, modern perspective. Linking the current enthusiasm for magical practice back to the deeply rooted magical traditions in the United States and elsewhere, the titles in this series give depth and cultural meaning to the practice of witchcraft. These beautiful books serve as hands-on guides for learning and practicing folk magic, from authors who are experts in these traditions. Check out the other books in the series including Hoodoo Magic. Foreword 02/27/2023 (EAN 9781577153351, Hardcover)

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The Simplicity Revolution: How Healthcare is Getting a Much-Needed Makeover

In a world where complexity seems to reign supreme, healthcare is taking an unexpected turn towards simplicity. Who would have thought that in an industry known for its labyrinthine processes and cryptic jargon, the next big thing would be... simplification? It's like watching a Rube Goldberg machine suddenly transform into a sleek, minimalist sculpture. But don't be fooled - this simplicity revolution is anything but simple.

The Paradox of Simplifying Complexity

Healthcare, much like a tangled ball of Christmas lights, has long been a source of frustration for patients and providers alike. But fear not, dear reader, for the elves of innovation are hard at work, untangling this mess one strand at a time. And they're doing it in ways that might make you scratch your head and say, "Why didn't we think of this before?"

Telemedicine: When "House Calls" Go Digital

Remember the good old days when doctors made house calls? Well, they're back - sort of. Telemedicine is like the love child of a house call and a Zoom meeting. It's bringing healthcare to your living room, minus the doctor's signature on your sofa cushions.

Imagine this: You're sitting in your pajamas, hair a mess, sipping coffee, when suddenly - poof! - your doctor appears on your screen. It's like magic, but with more stethoscopes and less top hats. This digital house call is not just convenient; it's a game-changer for rural patients who can now access specialized care without embarking on an "Oregon Trail"-style journey.

Electronic Health Records: Your Medical History, Minus the Library

Remember when your medical history was a mysterious tome, locked away in some dusty filing cabinet? Electronic Health Records (EHRs) are here to change that narrative. It's like someone took your entire medical history and turned it into a binge-worthy Netflix series - easily accessible, shareable, and much less likely to be lost in a flood.

But here's the real plot twist: EHRs are not just about digitizing paper. They're about freeing up healthcare providers to do what they do best - care for patients. It's as if we've given doctors a magic wand that turns paperwork into patient time. Abracadabra, indeed!

Mobile Health Apps: Your Pocket-Sized Health Guru

If you thought your smartphone was just for scrolling through cat videos and arguing with strangers on the internet, think again. Mobile health apps are turning our phones into pocket-sized health gurus. It's like having a tiny, very knowledgeable doctor living in your phone, minus the expensive medical school bills.

Take diabetes management apps, for example. They're like having a personal nutritionist, fitness trainer, and endocrinologist all rolled into one, living in your pocket. They remind you to check your blood sugar, suggest what to eat, and even tattle on you to your doctor if you're not behaving. It's like having a health-conscious Jiminy Cricket, but with better data plans.

Wearable Health Devices: When Your Watch Knows More About Your Health Than You Do

Welcome to the future, where your watch doesn't just tell time - it tells you when it's time to see a doctor. Wearable health devices are like having a tiny, very attentive nurse strapped to your wrist. They monitor your vitals with the dedication of a helicopter parent, but with more beeps and fewer guilt trips.

Imagine a world where your watch can detect an irregular heartbeat before you even feel it. It's like having a tiny cardiologist living on your wrist, constantly on the lookout for trouble. Who knew that the path to better health would involve accessorizing?

AI-Driven Diagnostic Tools: When Machines Become Medical Detectives

Move over, Sherlock Holmes. There's a new detective in town, and it's powered by artificial intelligence. AI-driven diagnostic tools are like giving a supercomputer a medical degree and a deerstalker hat. They can spot anomalies in medical images faster than you can say "elementary, my dear Watson."

Picture this: You go in for a routine scan, and while the human radiologist is still sipping their first coffee of the day, the AI has already analyzed your images, flagged potential issues, and probably planned your treatment schedule. It's like having a medical savant on your side, minus the social awkwardness often portrayed in medical dramas.

The Plot Twist: Simplicity is Complex

As we navigate this brave new world of simplified healthcare, we must remember that achieving simplicity is, paradoxically, a complex endeavor. It requires rethinking entire systems, challenging long-held beliefs, and sometimes, teaching old docs new tricks.

But here's the million-dollar question: In our quest for simplicity, are we overlooking the beautiful complexity of human health? As we automate and streamline, are we at risk of losing the human touch that has long been the cornerstone of healthcare?

As we marvel at these innovations, let's not forget that at the heart of healthcare are human beings - complex, unpredictable, and wonderfully diverse. The true challenge lies in harnessing the power of simplicity while honoring the intricate tapestry of human health.

In the end, the simplicity revolution in healthcare isn't about dumbing things down - it's about smartening things up. It's about making healthcare more accessible, more efficient, and dare we say, more human. Now, isn't that a plot twist worth exploring?

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𝑬𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑽𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝑾𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒓𝒚: 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕!

In the ever-evolving landscape of digital marketing, video content reigns supreme. Whether you’re an entrepreneur, marketer, or content creator, harnessing the power of videos can significantly impact your success. But what if I told you there’s a magical tool that can transform your video creation process? Enter the realm of Effortless Video Wizardry!

The Enchantment of Effortless Video Creation

A.I-Powered Magic

Effortless Video Wizardry is not your ordinary video editing tool. It’s powered by artificial intelligence (A.I.), making it a true wizard in the world of content creation. With a simple command, you can conjure up professional-quality videos without the need for complex software or design skills._

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Instant Spells of Creativity

Imagine typing a single sentence and watching it transform into a captivating video. Effortless Video Wizardry weaves its magic by analyzing your input and crafting engaging visuals. Whether it’s a product demo, a promotional clip, or an educational piece, this tool delivers results in minutes.

No More Incantations—Just Clicks

Gone are the days of spending hours scripting, filming, and editing. Effortless Video Wizardry eliminates the need for incantations (or complicated instructions). Click your way to stunning videos with ease. Choose from pre-designed templates, customize colors, add music, and let the A.I. weave its spell.

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Want to reach a global audience? Effortless Video Wizardry speaks multiple languages. Whether you’re casting spells in English, Spanish, or Mandarin, this tool ensures your message resonates across borders.

Boost Your Content Arsenal

As a marketer, your content arsenal is your secret weapon. Effortless Video Wizardry adds powerful spells to your arsenal. Use it for:

Sales Videos: Craft compelling sales pitches that captivate your audience.

Educational Clips: Explain complex concepts effortlessly.

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Effortless Video Wizardry is not a standalone spellbook—it’s part of a grand quest. Join the Sales Video A.I Webinar to unlock its full potential. Here’s what awaits you:

Guided Training: Learn the art of effortless video creation from seasoned wizards. Discover tips, tricks, and best practices.

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I was sitting at my desk, trying to concentrate on my work, when suddenly I heard a knock. I looked around, trying to see where the source was coming from, and there it was, in my balcony, a charming little squirrel, holding a piece of paper in its paws. Inside that paper was a question that demanded an answer. Each day after that, from time to time, the squirrel would pay me a visit with another question to ponder. Today's query is, 'What is your idea of perfect happiness?' This makes me think of something my therapist once asked me. In one of our sessions, she handed me a pretend magic wand and said to imagine it had real magic powers. She told me to say "abracadabra" and share where I saw myself in 10 years. I responded by saying that having a job, a place to live, financial stability, and the chance to travel with my best friend occasionally would bring me enough happiness and fulfillment in life. however, i feel i can demand more... What is my perfect idea of happiness? Such a seemingly simple question that demands a complex and nuanced answer. I believe it's best to provide multiple answers. My idea of perfect happiness is simply spending time with my best friend or anyone else I love, just us talking, uninterrupted conversation. Whenever I hang out with my friend, I dread the moment I have to drop her home. We often end up talking for extra hours in front of her door, losing track of time.I wish to have uninterrupted time with her; I never tire of our conversations. My idea of perfect happiness is to have a spot where I can read, a secret spot where only I know. A place where I can read and just forget how much I exist. My idea of perfect happiness is to travel and experience life, to walk the same halls as the people I admire, to stand in front of buildings and paintings that I love, to look at them to the point it moves me and I tear up. To be so happy that I had made it and got so close to see something that I had so much admired and read about. That for me is one of the zeniths of happiness. I remember crying the first time seeing one of my beloved monuments as a child. My perfect idea of happiness, which is just a dream, is like any other girl's wish - to find someone who can relate to her, who understands her, and who at least accepts her for the emotional person she is. It would be happiness to find someone you can be yourself with, no matter how chaotic, weird, or emotional you may be. My perfect idea of happiness is dancing in the rain with no care in the world or fear of getting sick. My perfect idea of happiness is being with the people I love, having fun, being weird, and feeling accepted. My perfect idea of happiness is seeing the people that I love cared for, happy, and healthy. My perfect idea of happiness is having a house where I can welcome my friends, but also a place where I can have infinite shelves for books and the things I want to collect. My perfect idea of happiness is getting to hug the people I love, feeling their heart beating against mine, their bodies embracing mine, and experiencing the endorphins that make us feel. To experience comfort and warmth. To feel safe in each other's embrace. My perfect idea of happiness is serving and taking care of the people I love. My perfect idea of happiness is having a great conversation with people. My perfect idea of happiness is getting to freely be myself with no judgment or shame.

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Discover the world of Flutter mobile application development - where building apps is as enjoyable as a scoop of your favorite ice cream. Say goodbye to the complexities of coding and hello to the simplicity of Flutter. It's like the magic wand of app creation - no abracadabra required! Dive into the world of vibrant, user-friendly apps that are as easy to use as your TV remote (well, almost). So why settle for dull apps when you can flutter your way to an app-tastic adventure? It's time to make mobile apps fun, one code at a time!

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˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙ Abracadabra - part I ˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙

Eddie Munson one-shot

Summary: Before the jarring events of March 1986 hit The Hellfire Club, a more traditional evil disturbed their nerdy peace roughly a month prior - The Prom. Maia gets an unexpected invitation and gladly accepts, but Eddie is…well, Eddie about it.

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Notes: weehoo, another one-shot in the Psycho Killer universe! i mean, i planned it as a one-shot but it turned out to be too complex, so i’ll be splitting it into three parts! i’ve had this one up my sleeve for some time now, but i was a bit cautious because i’m very much european and don’t have knowledge about how proms work in america, but i’ve recently read a prom fanfic from @ambrossart (go read it asap!!) and it boosted me into giving it a shot, so here it is!

beware: high school (yes, that’s a trigger warning), very angsty, eddie is an asshole - what’s new?

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WOODLAND FAIRYTALE - PROM OF 86’

Valentine’s Day at the gym hall

You can’t miss this charming sight,

dancing on a Friday night!

The threatening sparkling green-and-purple posters planted on the walls of Hawkins High hallways were greeting Maia at every step as she made her way to her locker. She spotted Mike and Dustin standing in front of one of the monstrosities, chatting. She smiled and threw her books in, closed the locker and approached them, putting her arms around their shoulders. They jumped in surprise.

“Christ, you can’t keep sneaking up on us like that, you’ll give me a heart attack one day.” Dustin put his hand on his chest dramatically, but both of the boys grinned widely, happy to see their friend.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were too preoccupied to see me coming. You plan on going?” she ruffled their hair, pointing at the colorful poster. Mike shrugged.

“I’m not sure, you know that my girlfriend is not here…” he mumbled, clearly deeply upset about the fact. Maia’s smile fell a bit as she nodded sympathetically, stroking his back. Dustin sighed.

“Same here. Unless Suzie’s teleporting here from Utah over the next two days, I don’t have a date.”

“Come on boys, it’s a once in a lifetime thing, you don’t have to come with a girl. You can’t miss that charming sight!” she cringed while pointing at the poster’s slogan, making the boys chuckle. Mike shook his head.

“If we go without a date, the whole fucking school will take us for- “

“Losers? Hate to break it to you boys, but…” she tilted her head and shrugged, eyeing them up and down and stopping at their Hellfire t-shirts.

“Touché…” Dustin mumbled and nodded his head, realizing that there isn’t much damage left to be done. Mike raised his eyebrows.

“Well, are you going?” he questioned and Maia’s eyes widened for a second before she composed back to her usual deadpan calmness.

“Nah, I don’t have a date…” she blurted out before realizing the hypocrisy of the situation and the boys exchanged an amused look. She violently shook her head to shut them up before they could say anything.

“That’s different.”

“No, it isn’t.” Dustin raised his eyebrows, flashing Maia his signature toothless smile.

“Why don’t you ask Eddie? We’re not in the 60’s, it’s not like a girl can’t ask a guy out.” Mike chimed in, nodding enthusiastically. Maia rolled her eyes and let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“Eddie going to prom? Did you fall on the head on your way to school?” she squinted at him, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead, gasping theatrically.

“I feel like you should go lay down, Wheeler. I think you have a fever.”

“Well, you haven’t asked him yet, so you can never know!”

Maia sighed and her face started growing red when she imagined Eddie all elegant in a tuxedo, the image so strange and alien to her that she had to physically shake her head to anchor herself back in reality.

“Hey, I get that you two entered high school with girlfriends and suddenly gained a feeling that you’re fucking geniuses of relationships or whatever. But I’ve already lived through two senior years of Edward Munson and the mere mention of prom made him gag and go on a rant full of his classic noncomformist shit both times. So don’t try to smart-mouth me.”

“Third time’s the charm?” Dustin shrugged and winced in advance, knowing that she’ll immediately give him a disarming scowl. She didn’t dissapoint and threw in a firm slap on the back of his head as well. Mike chewed on his cheeks to hide a smirk and then gasped, a lightbulb switching on in his head.

“Let’s go as friends then! The three of us! We’ll just hang around, eat some chips, listen to the music…maybe we can…you know…” his cheeks grew more and more red as he stumbled over his words, trying to articulate.

“…dance!” Dustin finished his friend’s sentence, blushing as well at the thought of the two self-proclaimed losers bringing a senior to the prom. Maia’s skeptical gaze softened and her smirk grew into a wide toothy grin.

“Am I dreaming or are my padawans asking me to prom?” she giggled, raising an eyebrow. Mike and Dustin exchanged a nervous look, meekly nodding.

“I mean, you don’t have to, it’s just an idea.” Mike shrugged, staring into the floor. He was shushed by a tight hug as Maia threw her arms around the two boys, squeezing them so hard they both let out a squeal.

“You’re so charmiiiiing, how could I say no to such gentlemen.” she smiled widely and pinched their blushing cheeks, making them grin as well.

“Okay then, I’ll go. But you gotta dress appropriately, yeah? I don’t wanna see any jeans or t-shirts.” she raised a threatening finger and put on her best motherly voice, walking next to them to the cafeteria.

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While the rest of the club was chatting and drowning in noise of the packed cafeteria, Eddie was lost in his thoughts, mindlessly chomping on the graham crackers that were on his food tray. Another prom, another opportunity to chicken out of asking her out. He hated the prom season and the reason that he gave everyone - it’s a pretentious priviledged shitshow - was just an excuse he was hiding behind.

In reality, it just reminded him of not only being a miserable loser, but also of being a coward. It’s just a sentence. Hell, it can be two words.

Hey, prom?

But no, he couldn’t bear the thought of Maia’s amused face when he’d try to ask her. He couldn’t bear the all the sarcasm. It wasn’t worth it. Did he try it? No, he had two opportunities, but he didn’t. And now the whole school was buzzing with the excitement again and he wasn’t going to risk it. Again.

“What’s up, boys?”

Maia’s voice made him softly gasp and flinch as he jumped out of his deep thoughts, which earned a chuckle from her.

“Guilty conscience, Munson?” she raised her eyebrow as she sat down next to him, Dustin and Mike filling the other empty seats at the Hellfire table. He just stared at her for a few seconds and gulped before scoffing and turning his attention back to the graham crackers.

“You won’t believe me, Anderson…but Sarah is going to prom with me.” Gareth exclaimed with a smug face and Maia’s jaw dropped.

“Sarah Grayson?”

“Yup.”

“Woah, what a fucking heartbreaker! Way to go, pal.” she giggled and gave him a fistbump, but Jeff snorted with laughter.

“Yeah, but you haven’t heard what followed her yes.” he shrugged and took a swig of his chocolate milk. Gareth rolled his eyes.

“Okay, she said that she’ll come only if I pay for it, but that doesn’t undermine my success.”

“I’m proud of you, don’t listen to the haters. In fact, if you’re so snarky, Jeff…an essential question rises - who’s your date?” she squinted at her amused friend, who just shrugged.

“I’m going with Pete. I’m non-traditional, what can I say.”

“We’re just stopping by to eat as much as we can for free, then we dip to get shitfaced somewhere else.” Pete scoffed and got back to picking the corn out of his risotto, not wanting to have anything to do with this conversation.

“You coming, Anderson?” Gareth mumbled as he wiped his chocolate moustache. Maia smiled widely and cracked her knuckles.

“Actually, I am! I have a date, too.” she said nonchalantly and all the boys looked at her with shocked expressions. Dustin and Mike grinned while stuffing their mouths with bread, their chests proudly puffed out.

Eddie’s head snapped in her direction, she caught his gaze for a second and if she didn’t know better, she could’ve sworn she saw a glint of dissapointment in his eyes. She coughed and looked back to her food, waiting for the questions to start bombarding her. She was showered with a wave of whats and whos and she just grinned, giving the two freshmen a mischievous side-eye.

“Well, since you ask…I have not one, but two handsome escorts accompanying me.” she stated without much emotion, waiting for them to put the pieces together. The guys frowned for a second and then it hit them.

The gasping and squealing actually reminded her of a scene she saw in the hallway earlier, when a pack of cheerleaders gathered around their friend after she told them that Patrick from the Tigers asked her out. She giggled as Pete slapped Dustin’s back so hard he made the boy spill a bit of the milk he was holding.

“Holy shit, you’ve been in high school for one semester and you scored a senior as a prom date? Teach me your secrets!” Gareth gasped and shook his head. Jeff beckoned to them with his drink.

“My compliments, I never thought I’d see the day when the cold Lady Macbeth agrees to a date.” he chuckled and took a sip, the youngsters giggling excitedly. As they were chatting, Maia stole a look at Eddie, who was silently chewing on his lunch with an unreadable expression, eyes set on the table.

Is he angry? She wanted to say something, maybe reach out to him, but that idea flew out of her head when he caught her staring, her face immediately filling with a burning blush as she got back to eating.

“What about you, Eddie?” Mike suddenly asked with hope in his voice, which made Maia flinch a bit and close her eyes as she could sense that Eddie wasn’t in a mood for chit-chatting.

“What about me?” he mumbled with his mouth full of rice, not even bothering to look at Mike. Maia turned at the younger boy and shook her head ever so slightly, trying to discourage him from testing Eddie’s thin patience. Mike didn’t get the memo.

“Are you coming?”

Eddie looked up from his food, his eyebrows raised as far as they could go and eyes grilling the freshman. Mike winced a bit.

“You can join the three of us if you want!” he mumbled with a wishful smile but it quickly faded as Eddie swallowed his food and got up from his chair, his movements painfully slow. He leaned on the table and squinted at Mike, tilting his head.

“Tempting, but no.”

Sarcasm seeped out of his words as he took his tray, carried it away to the tray cart and then walked out of the cafeteria without another word. The table sat in silence, exchanging dumbfounded faces.

“Looks like Sleeping Beauty slept on the trailer floor last night.” Pete snorted with laughter and shook his head as they all got back to eating. Maia was still staring at his empty chair, confused by his theatrics.

What the hell was that?

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Eddie was on edge the whole night and he projected his mood onto the game. The session had to be moved to this evening, because the usual Friday night was occupied by the prom. Usually, he was a very professional dungeon master, keeping his emotions out of the game so he could be as righteous and neutral as possible.

Today was different. He wasn’t even sure what got him so fired up, maybe the fact that the two freshmen had more confidence than him to ask Maia out. Maybe he was mad that she didn’t think about going with him when she agreed to it.

Nonetheless, he was taking it out on the party.

“Can I, like, investigate all the shit they left behind? All the herbs and stuff, maybe search for some remnants of black magic, rituals, anything…” Maia stared at him through narrowed eyes, completely fed up with his behaviour.

The rest of the group seemed not to notice as much, probably thinking that the difficulty of their previous encounter was a natural part of the story’s progression, but she was cursed with some sort of Eddie radar that started heating her chest up every time he was acting like a little bitch. He didn’t even look at her when she asked, just emotionlessly reading his notes.

“You can try. Throw me an Arcana check.” he mumbled and she sighed, shaking the d20 in her hand before throwing it in front of her. She carefully looked through all her stats, making sure she’s armed with as big of a number as possible.

“22.”

He was silent for a few moments, still staring into his notes. Then he quickly looked her up and down and cleared his throat before dissapearing behind his screen again.

“Not enough, you’re still clueless.”

“The fuck? How is that not enough? What number does a fucking necromancer have to hit to recognize the traces of an eldritch ritual?” Maia frowned and chuckled breathlessly, shaking her head. He didn’t move a muscle, just scribbled something in his notebook.

“Stop arguing with me. Try harder next time.”

The rest of the boys awkwardly shifted in their seats and looked at each other, the tension between the two opposite sides of the table suddenly settling in every nook of the room. Maia blinked a few times and raised her eyebrows, but her challenging look was met with a brick wall. Then the brick wall spoke in an equally blank voice.

“Anyone else wanna investigate?” he looked around the table and Dustin awkwardly shrugged, studying his nest of dice. No one seemed to have any desire to follow Maia’s attempt, so Eddie nodded and ominously rolled a dice behind his screen.

“‘Kay, let’s call it quits here, we’ll continue next time.” he looked up and nodded, frowning a bit when Jeff hesitantly raised his hand.

“Sorry, but shouldn’t we level up? I mean, the fight was pretty huge…” he meekly questioned, the group joining him with nods. Eddie blinked and then moved his attention back to his notes.

“No.” he simply stated and that was enough to dissolve any thoughts of complaining from the party. They just silently nodded and packed their stuff, leaving the theatre room with silent greetings.

Maia wasn’t planning on going anywhere, though. Not until he apologizes. He knew she was still sitting in her place, piercing him with a scolding stare. He didn’t look up at her, he was focusing on folding his screen and annotating his DM guide.

“What the fuck was that supposed to be?” she hissed at him, but he didn’t pay her any attention. She exhaled sharply and banged her fist on the table.

“Look at me, you prick.”

He didn’t flinch at the noise, he just calmly raised his head and looked at her, still keeping his face emotionless.

“I asked you a question.” she said through gritted teeth, growing more and more angry with every second spent looking into his stupidly huge and stupidly brown eyes.

“I don’t know what’s your problem.” he shrugged and leaned on the table. She chuckled darkly and stood up, mirroring his stance.

“You’re my problem, Munson. What’s gotten into you?” she raised her voice slightly, his clueless act pissing her off even more.

“Nothing, you were just out of luck today, that’s all. Anyway…” he checked his watch nonchalantly, “…you should get going, you wanna in get that beauty sleep before the big night.”

Oh.

“Are you fucking joking? That’s what’s going on? You’re angry that I’m going to prom, is that it?” she punctuated the sentence with a harsh laugh, which finally seemed to trigger an emotion in him.

“You think my ego is so fragile to give a shit about a fucking prom? I’m hurt, Anderson.” he raised his voice a bit as well and snickered, his forearms flexing as he gripped the edges of the table tighter.

Her gaze quickly flickered between his face and the exposed skin and she damned her body for shivering.

“If you don’t then what’s this tragicomedy about, huh? You’re pissed that two fresh-faced boys asked me out to prom when you didn’t have the balls to do it for three fucking years in a row?” she barked out, her harsh tone making Eddie flinch ever so slightly, his knuckles white around the table edge.

“I didn’t ask you because I never thought you’d be shallow enough to go.”

The venomous exclamation hung in the air for a few seconds before dropping down on Maia’s head like a bucket of freezing water. She slowly let go of the table and stumbled back a bit, her jaw hanging open in shock. She chuckled, shaking her head as she looked down at her notes.

Without a word, she started shoving them into her backpack unceremoniously. He was frozen in his spot, blinking away tears that started prickling in his eyes upon realizing that there’s nothing to say, nothing that would erase his stupid heartless remark.

When she packed all her stuff, she threw her backpack on and stopped for a second, thinking. Then she walked right up to him, making him turn around and look into her eyes - darkly swirling with pain and fury.

He sucessfully blinked the tears away while she was rummaging in her bag and hid the regret deep behind an emotionless veil that now shrouded his pupils. After holding his gaze for a few seconds, she scoffed and forcefully pushed his chest with her fists, destabilizing his proud posture.

“Fucking coward.”

And with that, she was out of the door, leaving him to crumble down on his throne.

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