#LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE A ROMANCE MANGS

[menuliso]

BORN TO SHOUJO FORCED TO SHOUNEN

[sweetea-rosey]

Ooo hi I saw you take requests? I have a writing request if you want to :))

So here is my idea:

Remus has a notebook given to him by the other sides to write his thoughts down in. See, Remus has clear impulse control problems so this notebook of for him to write his thoughts down instead of just doing and saying whatever comes to mind. It gives him a chance to think about it. Sometimes, maybe like once a week give or take a few days one of the other sides will sit down with him and read his thoughts with him just to make him feel validated and heard. Well this particular time one of the sides (of your choice) sat down with the notebook and found some rather interesting things.

Now, you can take this one of two ways (it’s really all up to you!)- You can make this something angsty (hurt comfort), or you can make it something shippy! It can be any Remus ship you want but I personally am more partial to intrulogical hehe 💙💚

Take your time and have fun with it!! Have a good day :)

Ah! Ty for the request! I started writing it on the day you submitted it, but Tumblr deleted it after a while of not saving :') so now my motivation to do this is deterred

Anyway, this'll be my first time not writing something Roman centric =w=""

Remus held the book in his hands. He remembered the day Roman gave it to him, when he risked traveling into the dark scape because he knew his brother needed this. Because he did, too.

An outlet.

A place for his monstrosities to be, other than inside his head, allowed to torture him to their best abilities. The illusions his mind creates are no longer just in his eyes. It's no longer insanity- it's creativity. The journal isn't the first one. But he and Roman make sure to keep eachother stocked up; they get filled rather quickly. The Imagination holds an entire library dedicated to their filled journals from over the years.

The journals have also become sort of diaries to them. So, imagine what were to happen if one of them got lost? The possibility of their secrets being seen by unbidden eyes.

Remus burst into Roman's room, "Ro!"

Roman jumped from his spot at his desk, "Jeez- ! What is it?"

Oddly, for Remus, he seemed almost anxious, "Have you seen my latest journal?"

Ah, that explains it. Roman understands the severity of losing something that holds your private thoughts. He stood up from his desk chair, turning to face Remus better, "No, I haven't. Is it missing?"

Remus nodded, unable to speak through the panic coursing through his veins, the hormone mixing with the feeling of the plasma we call blood rushing through veins and arteries, rest in his heart, which is thumping with vigor, the- Remus shook himself. The imagery coming on its own with nothing to do with it, "Thoughts, thoughts thoughts, thoughts, blood, where? Everywhere? It is me, I am thoughts and blood and gore and death and slime, and..."

Roman pulled his brother in, the physical touch of his second half grounding him, finally balanced out with his brother there to help him.

"Breathe, Ree...I get it...I'll help you look for it, okay? Do you have any spare journals?"

Remus shook his head. He had just started this one, he was too busy brainstorming on the pages to remember to restock.

"Okay, do you have the focus to conjur any, right now?"

Remus shook his head again. No no, of course not! He's too focused on the one that's missing!

"Alright, that's okay, Ree. I get it. Here, use this for now," As Roman spoke, he pressed a plain black book in the unstable man's hands, "Get some thoughts out on that, then we can start looking, okay?"

Instead of answering, he made the rest of the way into the prince's room and started letting the thoughts out.

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"Feel better?"

Remus let out a breath and nodded, "A lot, thanks. Can we go look, now?"

"Of course, let's go."

It took hours. The sun was gone in Thomas' living room and they were still tearing the place apart, searching absolutely everywhere. Remus was tempted to just dismantle the mind palace and look through the stuff that gets left behind. The fear was boiling in his gut in the ocean of acid.

"What if we don't find it? My blood, sweat, and tears went into that book! Pieces of my heart are in there, I can't lose it, what if someone else finds it and reads it?"

Roman shuddered, because he didn't believe that Remus was being metaphorical, "I understand the severity of the situation, Ree. We should go look in the Lightside, now..."

Remus shrugged as much as his slumped posture will allow, "Sure..."

"We'll find it, Ree..."

"That's not what I'm worried about. If I lose it? Fine, I have others, I can start a new one. I'm scared of someone else finding it and reading it... there's things in there I don't want others seeing..."

"I get it, you know I do. We'll get it back before anyone else can even know it exists, alright?"

Remus just shrugged off his comforting hand, "Stupid prince, always making promises you don't even know if you can keep. Don't do that to yourself and don't do it to me. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that shit."

Roman recoiled, almost physically, "Sometime, people just need reassurance."

"And then, when you're wrong? I know you don't like breaking promises, Princey."

"...Then hopefully we'll figure it out."

"You're such a fucking optimist, it's gross."

Roman rolled his eyes, "I'm helping you look, be nice, you doofus."

"Oh wow, "doofus", I'm so offended," Remus said without much effort.

Roman ignored him.

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"It's not HERE!" Remus screamed, a pot crashing through the wall.

Roman manged to muffle the noise and quickly put it back together, "We will, this was only the first room in the Lightside. You need to calm down."

"I can't! What if someone else already found it and read it? What if they hate me? What if they never wanna talk to me again because nothing in there makes sense, what-"

Roman caught his hands, "Woah! Woah...Remus, when did you start caring so much about what the others think of you?"

"I don't!"

"But...-"

"I don't care about what Logan and the other think of me."

"Of what...Logan and the...? Remus...is this about Logan?"

Remus hesitated just long enough.

"Oh great Aphrodite, it is..."

"Aphro-? NO! No, I don't!"

"Remus, is there something about Logan on that book?"

Remus said fuck it in his mind and sighed, "Yes... I...some fantasies...that he might not approve of..."

"Oh, Remus..."

"What if he finds out, and he...? He just doesn't...?"

Roman hit his brother on the head, "This is why you're a doofus. It doesn't matter if he finds it, you have nothing to worry about."

Remus rolled his eyes. Literally. He rolled them like dice and Roman had to look away, but got the message.

"How would you know?"

It was Roman's turn to roll his eyes (PROPERLY).

"I'm leaving you to figure that out. But, I do."

"Sure. Whatever. Asshole."

Roman moved on to look in the next room.

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A flash of green leaped onto him and he was tumbling over, the item in his hands flying out.

"Remus!"

The man scrambled over and snatched the book up, "Did you read it?"

"I- no, Remus what is it?"

"It's mine. Roman, I found it!"

Roman? Since when do those two talk? But, as Remus said, Roman walked in.

"Oh, thank Hades."

"Logan had it."

Roman sucked in a breath, "Did he read it?"

Remus shook his head, relief is a weird expression on the man's face.

Logan wouldn't mind seeing it more.

"What is this about?"

Roman took the liberty of answering, "The book is Remus' and it's private. Reading it would be invasive."

"Oh, my apologies, then. But, I had just picked it up, it was left over from Remus' running through the room and into the Imagination, along with some other debris I cleaned up."

"It's alright, nerd."

Logan's gaze lingered on Remus a bit, before he bid his farewells, reminded Roman of some work he needs to do by Friday, then left.

"Y'know," Roman said as they turned to walk back, "You could tell him how you feel."

Remus scoffed, "I'm not self destructive, like you, RoRo."

Ignoring Remus' jabs is difficult for the prince, nevertheless, "And do, pray tell, how it's self destructive?"

"Because he'll say no and that will hurt. I don't like when things actually hurt. I'm not risking him hating me even more."

"Woah, woah, he doesn't hate you."

"Doesn't he? I'm chaotic, irrational, vile, ik everything he fights to keep under control."

Roman digested this and thought hard on how best to explain this, "But that's exactly why you two are perfect for each other. You help him let loose when he's being a stick in the mud and he helps you keep in control of yourself and stay organized.

"You're delusional. He doesn't like me, he can't Ro. It goes against our very beings! Go ahead and fool yourself, but you can't do that to me. That's just cruel." Remus disappeared and Roman sighed as he tried to brush off his brother's words.

As the embodiment of romance, he thinks he'd know when a couple will work out or not. How will he convince his brother and Logan of that? He supposes he can't blame them for that, who would listen to the love advice of someone who loves someone that loves someone else? Kinda hypocritical.

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"Just leave me alone!"

"Remus! Would calm down? Just listen to me!"

"No! You're a liar and I hate you! Do you want me to get hurt? You're an asshole you good for nothing prince!" He screamed. Why won't his brother let this go? Doesn't he see that everyone is better this way?

"Fine! You're right! Is that what you want to hear? Call me an asshole, call me stupid, call me evil or whatever! But I'm not wrong! Why don't you believe me? Ha! Why am I trying to reason with the self proclaimed unreasonable?"

Remus looked down from his perch on the guillotine, "Wait, RoRo-!" But he was gone.

"Fuck."

He rushed out, hoping to Loki that he didn't do too much damage.

"Roman!"

But he found who he wants looking for.

"Why are you screaming in the middle of the common room?" Came that cool and sexy voice.

"Looking for my brother, duh."

"Funny, I just spoke to him."

"Where'd he go?"

"Not sure, but he told me to stop being a robotic fake and confess to you."

"He- ? ROMAN!" Remus summoned a hammer and maybe there's a new hole in the wall.

"He was right, surprisingly."

Remus was not expecting that, "Come again?"

"I have noticed, over the course of our interactions, that I have developed feelings that I didn't recognized until Roman brought them to my attention. Remus...I have romantic feelings for you."

And it was the last casual and calculated confession Remus ever heard. He imagined something with ropes. But it was the best thing he ever heard. He didn't expect to be crying.

"Remus?"

"I like you, too..."

Logan brightened and stood up, his heart beating unnaturally, yet pleasently, as he moved closer, "Then... perhaps we...?"

But before he could finish, Remus pulled him in and there was no need for words.

Part 2 with what happened with Roman afterwards?

Ty so much for the request and I apologies for the long wait.

@fireflyjunkie

[dangermousie]

Case File Compendium - ch 55

Good God, these are getting longer and longer, I feel like the ghost of Leo Tolstoy, sans the beard, is possessing me.

This was hilarious! And I love that despite last night, HY does not get the balance of power permanently altered. He Yu is so very young. And underneath the madness and the rage and the violence, he still has that remnant insecurity and awkwardness that could go away with age.

If he could use a scalpel as well as he can use his tongue, XQC would be the premiere surgeon of the country. But this was brilliant! God, I love XQC so very much!

I wondered for a minute why XQC does not act more distraught and destroyed and then it occurred to me - he is literally incapable of it. This is the same person who saw mangled bodies of his parents as a kid and moved on, the same one who kept functioning when he thought the sole person he loved, his sister, was dead. And this is the same here. He already doesn’t care if he lives or dies, this won’t change that. He will do with the latest horror the same as he did with the rest of the horrors in his life - shove it in a small room in the back of his mind and padlock it, while smoking three packs in a row. It’s not healthy but it enables him to survive.

YESSSSSS! He Yu was clearly fooling himself when he was all “he is gonna hate me and this is great!” He is distraught at the thought of XQC hating him but what the hell else did you expect?! It’s like a teeny baby step on the long road of remorse and groveling MB is gonna stick him on.

YES!!!! Applause!!!! Regardless of what one thinks XQC did or didn’t do, nothing he could have ever possibly done could justify what He Yu did. Not to mention, he treated He Yu when he was his doctor to the best of his ability. (Whatever one thinks of their post-employment interactions, he was not his doctor any more.)

The other thing, I don’t think XQC is a therapist. He’s a psychiatrist. He was clearly there to monitor HY’s illness back way when but it’s to treat physical manifestations and similar. That is why so many of his interactions come from this place. Sure, he talked about HY reintegrating back into society but it wasn’t part of any specific structured therapy sessions, it was just his personal beliefs/conversations. HY needed a bona fide therapist for proper therapy. But his parents never got HY one because they only cared about him being controlled enough to not cause issues to them, they never cared about his well-being. Hell, they never bothered to get him ANY doctor once XQC left and HY was only 14. Because hey, he controls himself so who cares about mental trauma. They are the worst!

Oh God, I want to cosmically slap HY into next week. “You Honor, I drugged and raped a dude but that’s justified because I never got birthday cake as a kid.” I am imagining that as a defense in a court of law.

Yes, I am being snide and disingenuous and reductionist because He Yu’s issues are obviously way beyond that and are genuine and serious, but I have absolutely zero sympathy for a rapist telling his victim that he is the one actually wronged.

And then he says he wouldn’t tell the truth because HY couldn’t bear it.

And guess what? Last night has proven XQC right on all accounts - yes, XX should stay away from He Yu as should anyone who likes self-preservation. And yes, learning that things were hallucinations was something HY couldn’t bear (yes, it got aggravated by finding out people concealed that, but I don’t think reaction would have been in the realm of good even without that.)

I loved that bit so much and I love that He Yu was sooooo close and then wrecked it himself.

The thing is, I don’t think all of the “XQC didn’t see the strength/validity of He Yu’s feelings” is what it seems. I don’t think it’s because he’s paternalistic or weird or heartless. I think it’s a defense mechanism due to trauma. He refuses to see ANYONE’s feelings - hell, he refused his wife’s! I think once his parents were murdered, he locked his heart to survive and refused to allow anyone or anything is so as not to be hurt again. XX is the only exception and that is because she was grandfathered in, so to speak.

And then HY’s actions actually did manage to make it through to the armor. Only for He Yu’s other actions to slam that door shut and put an extra layer of protection on.

Ummm, there is nothing in these chapters that is convincing me that He Yu shouldn’t be locked up forever and instead should be allowed to be in human society.

In general, I keep wondering how XQC will get past chapter 52-53 stuff and my brain breaks. Despite the vast amounts of noncon in 2ha, it is a much easier case there. CWN of main storyline never truly had to - he kept thinking his flashbacks were not real memories but weird dreams and by the time he realized they weren’t, he learned about the flower shortly after and how none of TXJ’s actions were really his fault in close succession. CWN -.5 also learned that near the end of the 0.5 timeline and that is what allowed him to love even that warped 0.5 version of Mo Ran and to tell him to forgive himself before CWN 0.5 died. And when we look at whatever went on with CWN and zombie Taxian Jun, leaving aside that CWN himself was in part looking for the man he loved and lost and being with this tormented, destroyed, controlled version of him was the most he could have, zombie TXJ was not even a proper person to be held responsible - he was a sliver of a soul, mad and controlled and with memory and personality lacunae the size of Australia. And of course the fact that he is the way he is because he sacrificed himself for CWN hangs over everything. We don’t even need to get into “and CWN loves him” to get why for CWN this is really a non-issue.

Despite a much healthier dynamic, Yuwu is interestingly closer. Because Mo Xi x Gu Mang first time is dubcon at best. But even there, it’s a very old-school romance novel set up of “gentleman overcome by his feelings can’t control himself” (and I am not going to get into the fact that Gu Mang’s life is so devoid of love that it’s matter of fact for him to look past the method of expression and fixate instead of the feelings being shown however dysfunctionally, because it would make me depressed.) But it’s basically, intense and terrible at intractions bear child Mo Xi expressing his love/lust/obsession/admiration/devotion to Gu Mang even if in an insane way and Gu Mang is under no mistake than that is what it is and they are in mutual love with GM having the emotional upper hand in every interaction this included (in fact, when he defects some years later, one of the regrets he feels is that he was always more crucial/paramount to Mo Xi than other way around.)

But CFC - forget 2ha, it’s not even Yuwu set-up! He Yu does what he does explicitly to humiliate and destroy and hurt XQC and makes no bones about it - saying things to humiliate him throughout, acting in such a way etc etc. It’s not even a sex version of the infamous Russian proverb “if he beats you means he loves you,” it’s just rape as an act of revenge and power and degradation. (And yes, as a reader, you are aware that the reason HY glommed onto that specifically is because without getting it at all, he’s been obsessed romantically/sexually with XQC for years so he’s acting out. But there is no way XQC can get anything like that from it and even if he somehow magically could when even HY himself doesn’t get it, expressing interest through humiliating and hurting someone on purpose to hurt and humiliate is a whole other level from something like Yuwu.)

So how?!

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#5

the rain, the flashbacks, the confessions, the kiss. good God, the kiss. and then that preview-

i just wanna say to the writers:

179 notes • Posted 2021-09-26 18:43:07 GMT

#4

myul mang as kim saram, as human feels so different, looks so different. he’s softer somehow. the steely, cold look is gone from his eyes. they’re warm and almost inviting and dare i say it, innocent. 

he’s been born anew and sig being able to portray all that is what i call great acting, folks-

222 notes • Posted 2021-06-28 16:40:18 GMT

#3

The Queen Sacrifice

in chess there is an actual literal move called the queen sacrifice where you give up the queen in return for tactical/positional advantage or other compensation.

we saw two very different queens get sacrificed today and wow! i am amazed at the fact that they basically weren’t kidding when they had vincenzo say that we’d be playing a game of chess from now. 

moreover, there are two types of queen sacrifices. real and sham and where do i even begin with this?

a sham sacrifice leads to immediate benefits. choi’s sacrifice, i believe is a sham. han-seok is not getting any long-term rewards for giving up his queen.

cha-young getting shot though is a real sacrifice, in my opinion. benefit in this case is not immediate but positional in nature where the rewards are more beneficial and continue over a period of time. what those are, we’ll have to wait and see...

this could very well be me rambling but here’s a quick chess dump on you from someone who needs to vent aggressively about the episode. 

324 notes • Posted 2021-05-01 18:03:24 GMT

#2

so you're telling me that both kisses were partial ad-libs!?!

we really gotta thank the actors, man. they gave us the romance that we can't move on from.

346 notes • Posted 2021-05-23 10:42:44 GMT

#1

y'all realize how beautifully they've used food as a love language in homcha-

it isn't grand, it isn't loud, it isn't forceful.

what it is is gam-ri halmeoni quietly leaving food at du-shik's doorstep. what it is is hye-jin calling her stepmom's braised potatoes delicious and her stepmom holding onto that moment for years to come. what it is is du-shik eating hye-jin's shitty cooking with a genuine smile on his face. what it is is gam-ri halmeoni feeding JUNE in a way only grandmothers can. what it is is i-jun giving a dalgonna heart to bora. what it is hye-jin sitting down with her parents and du-shik at a raw fish restaurant and finally feeling like a family.

i am sure that there are many that i have missed but sue me, i'm still not over the fact that it's over-

434 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 16:53:55 GMT

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[dustymagpie]

1, 8, 12 for the character development questions please <3

Hello new friend! Thank you for these asks 💕 As usual, it Viktor and Esme.

1. What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re…hot…”

Need I say more? lol But seriously, What caught Viktor's eye first was Esme's eyes (custom, one of a kind Kiroshi's, a work perk) but it wasn't just how they looked (beautiful) but just how much her smile could extend to them. She stood out in a sea of bland corpos and when he finally saw her smile he was hooked. For Esme it was his cheeky smile and the size of his biceps, they defiantly caught her eye! His little smirk and the ways he tried to distract her from a boring conversation cemented him in her mind. (She didn't see his eyes without the tinted specs till the next day and she was blown away by how pretty they were, but by that point she was already in too deep!) With even exchanging a word they manged to make each other laugh and smile before parting ways.

8. What do they think about romantic love? Do they have baggage surrounding it? Do they idealize it? Is it an object of longing and wanting, or were they really not thinking about it until they started falling for the other character? What are their expectations like? For Esme romance is not a thing she thinks she can ever have so she actively turns away from it. But she want nothing more than a true love, fairy tail romance, even if she would never admit to anyone even herself. She secretly want someone to keep loving her and to sweep her off her feet and she got that literally (Viktor has done that several times). But Viktor had been trouble from the get go. Esme had hoped that he would be a bad kisser so that she wouldn't fall for him (it was the best kiss she had had to date) then she kept her fingers crossed that the sex would be bad (if defiantly wasn't!) Esme's shunning of romance slowly but surely dwindles as time goes on and with each time she returns to Night City and Viktor is there to meet her at the airport with a smile and all the kisses he hasn't been able to give her in their time apart. After the breakdown of his first marriage to his high school sweetheart, Viktor kept a more practical head on him in regards to romance. He doesn't go looking for it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want it. If it happens, it happens.

12. How much independence do they prefer in a relationship—do they want to share their lives as much as possible with their partner, or do they prefer to mostly do their own thing and let their partner do their own thing? They are both very independent as their jobs are important to both of them and they support each other in that. This independence came more from necessity than anything with their relationship with Esme contently traveling but they would still talk daily and message each other when they could. Even once they are properly with each other (living together in NC) they still do their own thing, but they always make sure that they have more than enough time for each other. So it is a bit of both really. They want to be as big a part of each others lives as possible while still allowing each other space.

[captainlilyuniverseworld]

Things I’ve  Noticed/Loved

Just some things I’ve noticed and loved while playing DA: I

This does have some Trespasser and Frostback basin spoilers

-During the prologue if you play as Trevelyan, Varric comments on your accent

-If you play as Lavellan, Solas makes some remarks about your Elven heritage

-If you play as Adaar Varric wonders if you’re essentially gonna try to convert them to the Qun. 

-Learned this when I decided to explore more 

-Iron Bull likes hot cocoa with strawberry marshmallows. 

-In Trespasser if you haven’t played as a Fem Qunari, and bring Sera to the meet the Viddasala in the library she giggles and comments on her attractiveness

-I love how flustered Cassandra gets when you talk to her at the beginning of Trespasser and she thinks you’re gonna propose to your LI (Can’t wait to see what she says when I romance her)

-I just about died when Iron Bull mentions doing it from a chandelier with your Inquisitor if you romance him

-Iron Bull and Solas play chess while out in the field and Iron Bull uses Qunari rolls for his while Solas uses knights and mages. 

-Vivienne compliments Cassandra’s fast acting on forming the Inquisition 

 -When you find the Red Jenny Caches (i literally just learned these are all over the world lol) Sera comments on it

-You can definitely here Dorian and Iron Bull getting less antagonistic towards each other as your progress. 

-Same with Cassandra and Varric

-Mid to High approval Vivienne calls your Inquisitor darling, and my dear and I love it 

-I also just found out there is a final cut scene with Vivienne were you meet Bastien's sister and son in Skyhold. 

-Cassandra offers to help Sera combat her fear of magic 

-In the destroyed library when Sera starts to freak out, Cassandra helps her calm down by reminding her they’re fought demons, walking corpses ect and she’s worn their pants on her head

-Does anyone else pick the angry option the final time the anchor flares up  in front of the advisers in Trespasser because that speech? I mean it’s showing both how terrified and angry your Inquisitor is with everything. I always pick it

-Cole comments on the Viddasala calling Iron Bull I think Hissrad(?) before they fave another wave of Qunari. 

-I always smile when you can pick the option ‘just keep up darling’  to Iron Bull (if romanced) and Iron Bull laughs

-Blowing up the gatlock is hella fun

-You can judge Storvacker 

-Storvacker thinks Cullen is a bear cub with mange

if you send the Avvar  Sky Watcher to the Stone Bear hold he and Thane Sun-Hair to the bedroll mambo

-The giant unnamed creature in the Frostback Basin is just a giant bogfisher and everyone laughs 

-Cole asks Blackwall about facial hair

-Dorian has a dance with twelve scarves apparently lol

-Iron Bull thinks you mean literal sex on the dance floor (nothing will change my mind) and I love it

-Solas looks great in his hat

-Cullen automatically says no because he’s been asked to dance so many times and then you dance with him at the end and it was so sweet

-The story your inquisitor tells during the wicked grace game always involves a rabbit and is apparently very scandalous 

-My favorite so far is the mage Trevelyan’s story. 

This came out longer than intended to I’ll stop here lol 

Feel free to add to this post! 

[imagine-organization-xiii]

Organization XIII: Valentine’s Day Dates with S/O

Happy Valentine’s Day, Everyone!

Xemnas - Xemnas sticks to the classics for Valentine’s Day, so he’ll take you to a really fancy restaurant where he’s reserved a private table, and the two of you will probably spend the rest of the night dancing before heading back home.

Xigbar - his ultimate goal is to not be corny or boring on Valentine’s Day, so he wants the two of you to have an exciting date that you’ll both enjoy. He’ll probably take you to laser tag or rent out a paintball place for the both of you and maybe, if you’re good, he’ll let you win.

Xaldin - Xaldin is a genius who planned out a day at a vineyard for a wine tasting for the two of you. You both end up getting a bit tipsy, but you laugh a lot and have an enjoyable day together

Vexen - Takes you to a new interactive science museum that opened up nearby. He was excited to go to it and share in his passion with you. It was more for the layman than someone like him, but watching him get so passionate about the different experiments and theories on display was one of your favorite parts of the night.

Lexaeus - Lexaeus loves you and says that you deserve to be pampered, so he’ll get the two of you passes for a couple’s spa retreat. Couple massages, facials, and pedicures - the works.

Zexion - Zexion tries to do something that you both enjoy, so the two of you will get yourselves something light to eat and then head to a nearby hole-in-the-wall bookstore to pick out a few books for each other. You have a great time browsing the stacks, stealing a few kisses, and laughing at the hilarious novels you mange to find.

Saix - like Vexen, he’ll take you to a museum, but Saix chooses an art museum instead. You’ll spend hours wandering the building, looking at the different paintings and sculptures. The night is filled with romance, beauty, and intelligent conversation.

Axel - Axel decides to go classic for you and takes you on a roller skating date because he knows that you like to roller skate. It’s a great idea! But the problem is that he literally doesn’t know how to skate and he’s all tall and gangly, so you’re going to spend most of the night trying to stop him from falling to the ground over and over again. It’s okay, though - it’s a good excuse for the two of you to hang off of one another

Demyx - Demyx won’t feel like going out. It’s Valentine’s Day so he wants you all to himself. He’ll recruit one of the more tech savvy members to help him hook up a projector to his ceiling so that the two of you can lounge in bed all day, gorging on soda and popcorn and watching romantic comedies

Luxord - Another man who goes with the classics for the night, Luxord will take you out to a nice dinner for two at one of your favorite restaurants. He might also get the two of you tickets to a nearby comedy show if he feels like being generous.

Marluxia - The two of you spend the day lounging in the grass in his garden, having a picnic and enjoying the sweet smelling flowers that spread across your nose. It’s a simple day, but perfect for the two of you.

Larxene - Larxene secretly bought tickets to one of your favorite bands that just so happened to be playing nearby! You both grab a drink from a nearby vendor and spend the night in the crowd, dancing your hearts out and singing the night away

Roxas -  does something last minute because he literally does not remember that it’s Valentine’s Day until one of the others reminds him. He’ll do his best to scrounge up a simple homemade meal for the two of you and you’ll eat it by candlelight in the kitchen of the castle. It wasn’t the most romantic night, but you still enjoyed yourself

Xion - You know that Xion isn’t going to want to go out and do something, so you decide to stay in and plan something creative for her. You end up cooking a nice meal and making a time capsule together that you’ll both be able to open in years to come.

[youngwingskz]

3 minutes & 51 seconds

◐ genre: angst, romance, idol au

◐ pairings: bang chan x reader

◐ summary: he heard a song and it made him think of you. the song ended and that made him think of you too.

◐ a/n: heyyyyyy! i love chan and a couple episodes ago on chan’s room, he played never not by lauv so that inspired this imagine + me and my sister manged to get autumn tickets to see lauv live so I’m excited and lol yh I know this song isn’t 3 mins and 51 seconds long but pretend it is hehehehe

You and Chan just clicked. The two of you were so beautiful, so tragic and so here he was sat wondering where did it go so wrong? Here he was sat listening to that song play for 3 minutes and 51 seconds wondering how he let the most wonderful thing in the world slip right through his fingers.

Chan knew that you had many goals, too much to accomplish and do to let your life fall into chaos over some boy, but so did Chan: his life wasn’t exactly the easiest either yet for you, he would’ve turned his entire world upside down just to see you smile.

It confused him how a song so calming brought so much inner conflict within him. The lyrics: I will never not think about you trickled in. All of this was very true, how could he never not think about you? You were literally all he could think about all day, every day. You were his muse, his lucky charm, the secret to all his songs.

You didn’t want to break up but at the time it felt like what had to be done because despite loving him, you were drowning. Balancing a career and being in a relationship was proving far too much and you didn’t leave your tiny town in Seoul, your entire family and friends to become a nobody in this industry. Even when Chan made you feel like the only person in the world that mattered...

A bittersweet feeling sank within him as he reminisced on all the fun you two shared from messing around as trainees together, late nights in the studio to secret escapades/dates because you two weren’t meant to be dating. He missed you but you were right there.

It was difficult being under the same company, there was no avoiding each other. If you weren’t both eating lunch in the cafeteria at the same time, you two would bump into one another in the corridors on your way to separate group practices. It was awkward and it was an empty feeling of disappointment when you’d both realise you couldn’t intertwine fingers or steal kisses anymore.

Chan pulled out an AirPod when he heard distinct laughter, he knew that laugh and he was pleased to know that it was indeed you. You were exiting a practice room by the studio he was sat in and he doesn’t know what came over him but suddenly he was chasing after you as you left your other members, proceeding to get into the elevator.

“Y/N wait!” He shoved his arm through the closing doors just as you were pressing bottom floor.

A gasp left your mouth as you weren’t only startled but you realised who’s voice it was. You gulped as he got into the elevator with you, all breathless from running and just as beautiful up close as you remembered.

“What are yo-”

“I miss you.

Your heart shatters and soars and you don’t even know how the two things can occur all at once. All you wanted to do was say you missed him too, you wanted to drop your gym bag and fall into his warm embrace.

“Chan, stop,” you plead, your eyes darting to the ground. You couldn’t even look at him.

“God, I missed you so much, y/n.” He boldly takes a stride towards you, cornering you into the wall of the elevator. He picks your chin up, forcing you to look at him. A mixture of certainty and charm coated his eyes. He tucks a strand of hair that fell loose from your ponytail behind your ear then cupped your cheek. The familiarity of his skin flush against yours felt so comforting and you melted . “And I know that we agreed on space - but that is the last thing I want right now. I want to be with you. Don’t you want that too?”

You sigh. “Yes, but we can’t - you know we can’t.”

You couldn’t give it all up, you had sacrificed so much to even become a trainee and now to have finally debuted was all you had ever wanted or so you thought. Chan was the dream: getting married, having kids and growing old together. That was the real dream, but it was exactly that a dream.

“And why not?” He shoots back. “I don’t care what our managers or what anyone says y/n.”

Chan was willing to risk everything for you. He was so sure of himself. Whereas, you weren’t. For some unknown reason you deemed yourself unworthy of any real type of joy with Chan, afraid whatever you felt for him was some sort of temporary happiness to keep you distracted from the hardships of being an idol.

“Don’t you miss it? Don’t you miss us?”

“I do - I really, really do.” You admit quietly.

“Didn’t we have fun?” He asks, the lyrics of the song echoing in his head.

“So much fun.” You smile slightly. “But it isn’t enough.”

His eyes squeeze shut and pain is painted all over his face. Tears slither down his cheeks and it takes everything in you not to kiss him, to kiss each tear away, to kiss the pain away in hopes that it’ll erase the two months you two spent apart but that wasn’t fair. Kissing him would convey everything you left unsaid, kissing him would be the floodgate of an invitation to your feelings for him.

Slowly but surely you removed Chan’s hand from your face, you squeezed it before kissing his palm. You debate whether or not you want to tell him you love him because you did, you love him like mad. You couldn’t just do that and leave: that wouldn’t make getting over all of this any easier.

“I love you.” He whispers first. “Please don’t make me wait.”

The sad thing is you knew he would, he’d wait for you, no matter how long. However, it were as if you were in love with the impossibility of the two of you ever being together. Honestly, true feelings and bad timing were a combination sent from hell.

“I’m not asking you to, Channie.” The nickname leaves your lips like a sin. “You deserve so much better, so much more than I could ever give you.”

And he did.

He didn’t deserve someone who was second guessing every moment they spent together. He desevered someone that put him first, the way he did you. Not someone such as yourself that could walk away from everything.

The elevator doors opened to the bottom floor and you step out. Your grip on your bag tightened as your own tears began to spill. God, you loved him so much. It took every ounce of your pride not to break down in front of Chan, you had to be strong. One of you had to be otherwise the circle would go back round again.

You urged yourself not to turn back, looking at him all broken would only make you want to stay to put the pieces back together, to pick up exactly where you two left of all those months ago but you couldn’t. This was something the two of you had to do alone.

Sometimes a song starts and love swells up in your heart and for those 3 minutes and 51 seconds all the sweet memories rush through you, but when the song ends - all those feelings need to end with it.

[the-sloth-woman]

2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 14, 31, 32, 48 and 50 for the new ask game please! ♡

*cracks knuckles* LET’S DO THIS!!! 

As always, the asks can be found here~ And thank you for sending so many in, oh my goodness! :D 

2. Favorite part of writing.

Reading a finished piece.  As you can tell it’s not something I get to experience often :’D OR thinking up a new idea!  I love letting myself get lost in a story before I even start writing it.

3. Least favorite part of writing.

ACTUALLY WRITING.  I think the least favorite part is looking for typos.  I make a lot of errors when I type and I seldom get them all.  The WORST feeling happens when I publish something with typos :’D That stuff makes me want to die.

5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most.

I think A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy was pretty influential for me.  I love all the dry wit in the book, like your only thought while facing certain death is wanting a cup of tea. A Series of Unfortunate Events is super similar in that respect, like its filled with droll humor.  When I was writing Life After Life my style was SUPER influenced by Bram Stoker, but that goes without saying. And at the time my bf and I were reading The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, a fantastic victorian era mystery novel with a really really cool twist.  It’s totally worth a read! 

6. Favorite character you ever created.

Guys... it’s the boy :’D I’m so sorry Lilly, but my absolute favorite character that I’ve created is Alrick.  

I just feel so connected to him, you know?  Like I spend so much time in his headspace that it feels like a second home.  And he’s SO much fun to write.  Alrick is full of anger and passion and snark and wit and arrogance and all the fun little things that make writing worthwhile. 

8. Favorite trope to write.

I had to look up a list of literary tropes;;; I’m sure this isn’t what the question is asking for, but I’m gonna use it anyway because at least I have an answer! 

I love using irony in my work.  Dramatic irony is my particular favorite, it’s like letting the reader in on a little secret that the characters haven’t discovered yet~

9. Least favorite trope to write.

Metaphors, probably.  I’m a very literal person so I have a hard time describing something by using something that it is not. 

14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book?

I cannot decide if either Life After Life or The Rosenfeld Manor Murder has more research.  On one hand, I listened to the reading of Dracula obsessively each day for a month only to go home and read the book and then read a discussion of the book.  But on the other, I have read several different mystery novels, mangs, and watched movies in order to prepare for TRMM.  I’ve even looked into guides on how to write a murder mystery as well as fashion of the 1930′s, crimes committed by Al Capone, and several bootlegging facts

So maybe there is a winner there after all. 

31. Hardest character to write?

BURAI. There is a fine line between the cruelty Alrick has inherited from his father and his father himself, and it’s very hard for me not to cross it sometimes.  Burai is so evil, so complex, that it’s hard for me to get into his mind properly.  I’ll often ask Rei for help when I’m writing about him, and thankfully Rei always has excellent insight. 

32. Easiest character to write?

Alrick T-T my boooooy... I can just.. just see into his mind so easily. I’m sure part of that is due to the fact that I rp as him on the side~

48. Favorite genre to write in

After taking the foray into mystery I can safely say it’s romance (preferably paranormal romance).  I just love writing about people falling in love! 

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

All my weird stories don't really see tumblr.  My boyfriend and I have started telling each other bedtime stories on nights when we can’t sleep, and usually they involve our cat Messy.  My personal favorite is the story of Prince Mess and the evil beast the Va-Coom! in that story, he fights this evil half-machine half-beast that’s stealing all the food from the local village kitties.  In the end, the monster is a vacuum and Prince Mess learns that vacuums, while scary, are necessary for a clean kingdom.  

[leviosarpg]

Congratulations, SNOOZE! You have been accepted for the role of AMADEUS AVERY! Snooze, where do I begin with this app? When I created Amadeus I knew I wanted depth, but Snooze, you gave me so much more depth than I could have ever dreamed, I mean for goodness sake, you gave me an entire diagram! Your app genuinely captured me from beginning to end. From Amadeus’s relationship with his sister, Isolda, to his fascination with Ancient Runes, I was beyond blown away with how you managed to flesh Amadeus out into a fully actualized person--a living, breathing wizard. But what put this incredible app over-the-top, was your incredible second para sample. Despite bringing so much depth to Amadeus, you still manged to highlight his cruelty in a way so gut-wrenchingly perfect, know I will remain in complete awe for the rest of the night.

Your faceclaim change to: Keith Powers has been accepted. Don’t forget to send in your account to the main and complete the items listed on the CHECKLIST!

THE PLAYER

name/age/pronouns/timezone: Susan (though I prefer Snooze); 18; she/her; PST

THE CHARACTER

desired role: Funny story! Amadeus was actually not my first choice. I was trying to figure out who to apply between Bishop, Odin, and Silvanus. I got my Amadeus inspiration from brainstorming for Bishop, because I was asking myself, what kind of dude is Bishop listening to? Then I got into a rabbit hole and tada! Amadeus app.

Here’s the thing: Amadeus is nothing like any character I’ve played/written before. I tend to be attracted to characters who stand in the middle, who are struggling with a decision, torn between two sides, who don’t want to check the option boxes presented to them and who seek to make their own paths. But Amadeus grabs my attention. He grows up with a solid foundation and he’s sure of himself. He knows exactly what he’s doing. What happens if things deviate from his plans? He may be smart but he’s only eighteen. There are things he doesn’t know and situations he hasn’t experienced. His relationship with Seneca is so, so intriguing because how in Merlin’s name can a person like him has feelings? I’m also a sucker for secret/forbidden romance, so there’s that. I want to let him suffer and make mistakes — I want to see his growth and how the war and certain secrets will change him. He’s a volatile little guy. Anyway, read on!

gender/pronouns: he/him; cis-male

extracurriculars: In addition to the pre-selected ones, Amadeus is also in Astronomy Club, Charms Club, and Dueling Club,

para sample:

Note: The first sample I have no specific year in mind — it could be Amadeus’ fifth, sixth, or seventh year. The second one takes place in the summer of Amadeus’ fifth year.

Also! To prevent any confusion, since I wrote the app non-chronologically, Isolda is Amadeus’ little sister. They are eight years apart. Isolda was kidnapped in the summer of Amadeus’ fifth year, and he was the one who tortured and killed her kidnapper afterward.

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Amadeus dressed in the dark, glancing at a mirror that only outlined the dark silhouette of his body, as the sun has yet to rise this early in the day, and he broke the unbearable silence by humming quietly a tune whose origin he could not recall. His mind was still groggy from the ten-hour sleep he’d indulged in yesterday. Stifling a yawn, he snatched his wand from the nightstand and whispered a Reducio to his trunk.

When he was about to leave, the door to his room cracked open, letting in a sliver of darkness against the grey carpet of the floor — the hallways had always had a tendency to cloak itself in pitch-black shadows, even darker than his room. A small figure entered.

“Where ar’ya goin’,” Isolda muttered, her words slurred together because she certainly shouldn’t be up at this time. Amadeus frowned, turned on the chandelier light with a wandless wave, and kneeled down to see her face-to-face.

“Hogwarts, of course,” he replied. “I would’ve stopped by your room before I leave, you know that?”

She nodded, though she didn’t seem convinced. “Papa said the same when he was going to Turkey, but he didn’t.”

Amadeus sighed; his father may be a great man, but he never remembered his promises. He hoisted Isolda up and tucked his left arm underneath her legs so that her face was buried in his neck, then he walked to her room. His nerves tingled while going upstairs, but his parents, he thought, were still deeply asleep and thus unlikely to appear and shake their heads at his physical display of care. It was a shame that Isolda was born into a culture of rigidity. She was too emotional for her own good.

She was already sleeping when they arrived, so Amadeus laid her gently on her bed and pulled the blanket over her. He fished from his pocket a small set of papers, upon which he’d copied numerous alchemical formulas from Hogwarts’ library. Surely she would have a grand time looking through them until Christmas.

After that, he called for Milsy, their house-elf, to make sure that his notes to his parents would be delivered when they breakfasted later. Shrugging on a suit jacket and a hat, he left the Averys’ premises with his miniaturized trunk and apparated away.

Amadeus stopped by Hogsmeade Post Office to drop off several contract packages for his father, then he headed to Borgin and Burkes. The air was so foggy and saturated that he felt as if he’d just swam the Thames.

“The Tome of Cleopatra,” he demanded upon entering. The man working behind the faux-wood table pursed his lips and sniffed his rat-like nose twice, but Amadeus only needed to lift his eyebrows to kick the man into gear. Anyone who didn’t recognize him may as well sign a death warrant — a social one if he was in a good mood or a literal one if he wasn’t.  While waiting, he eyed a pair of gilded cufflinks sitting in a glass box on a shelf. Diamonds decorated their surface, glittering brightly despite the dust that had settled on the box. They were certainly expensive and a fitting gift for someone he knew. He may have to lift some curses, but that shouldn’t be too hard. Small, probably unnoticeable, easily excusable price, perhaps …

No, no. Amadeus let the temptation slide. He should not be so careless — nor should he, for that matter, assume that the action would be appreciated. The man returned, slamming the thick book on the counter, and Amadeus felt dread creeping up his spine.

Merlin helps me, how can I go through this whole thing?

He slid the pouch of Galleon over and left with the tome. Seeing a beggar on the side of the road, he spat on the old woman’s face, then, for good measure, kicked her can of coins as far as possible. He wanted to make other people feel as miserable as he suddenly was.

The damn book. These damn feelings. This bloody muggy weather. What rights do they have to make him feel like a failure? Nothing! He was fucking Amadeus Avery! His throne sat on a wealth of power and money and he knew how to keep and better them. The economy of Wizarding Britain lay in his palm. The rich magic of this planet was his to command. He was not a failure.

Platform 9 ¾ was, as expected, empty, with only a couple of stragglers here and there and two shady individuals whispering near the ticket station. The Hogwarts train was here though, and its doors were unlocked, so Amadeus entered and claimed a cabin for himself. On the cabins of the Gryffindors he carved a mild curse of bad vision, created a few weeks ago, and hoped that it would kick in at opportune times during Quidditch matches, though there was a large chance that he guessed the cabin wrong or that the curse would have already petered out by then.

Satisfied with his task, he returned to his cabin and lay down on the bench, drifting off to a quick nap.

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Trigger warning: Violence, gore, death, vomiting, torture

Money changed hands, and Amadeus stepped inside the cell where Isolda’s kidnapper was sleeping, resting, so peacefully that Amadeus felt his hatred burst out like a cobra springing to tear apart its prey. The man shifted on the stone floor. Amadeus gripped his wand tighter and thought, if you know what’s good for you, you will wake up now, a clumsy attempt at Legilimency, but he didn’t care for it had succeeded. The man’s eyes snapped open, deranged and red, and a half-smile tugged on the corner of his chapped, bloody lips.

“What’s this?” he spoke, voice hoarse and tinged with amusement. “Come to kill me?”

He stared down at the wretched piece of shit that didn’t deserve the mercy of the Dementors with his back straight, his voice steady, and he said, “Yes.”

The man mustn’t have expected a direct answer, as his expression faltered for a moment, but he went on, “Yeah, let’s do it then.”

“Not yet. Petrificus Totalus.”

The spell hit true. Amadeus shrugged off his suit jacket and set it on the floor; then he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, unhurried, for he had all the time in the world, all the while he flickered brief glances at the kidnapper to gauge his emotions, which had become more muted, more cautious, and, to Amadeus’ pleasure, more frightened.

Amadeus placed his wand on top of his rumpled suit, popped a collar button open, and kicked the man’s stomach hard. The man’s back slammed into the wall with a satisfying crack. Amadeus kicked again, this time to the man’s chest, and heard the pleasant sound of ribs breaking. He went on, and on, and on, lost in the vesuvian rage, in the rhythm of grunts and the thudding of soft flesh. At one point Amadeus straddled the man’s body and started punching his face, aiming everywhere he could—cheeks, nose, mouth, forehead.

“You think you can insult an Avery and leave unscathed?” Amadeus shouted, panting from the physical exertion. “You touched my sister, filthy mudblood, and I will make you fucking beg to be killed by the end of this.”

He stood up and backed away a few steps, grabbing his wand.

“Petrificus Totalus, Petrificus Totalus, Petrificus Totalus,” Amadeus intoned.

The man’s muscles seized tighter, tighter, until he was shaking and sweating and the veins in his neck were bulging, until several loud snaps rang loud, the sounds of ruptured muscles and tendons, and Amadeus felt the delicious, ugly glee in him morph into a grin. He released the spell, but the man remained in the same position, cursing, pleading, tearing up.

“Crucio.” A roar of pain; the man’s body arched up.

“Crucio.” Nonsensical babbling for mercy; empty promises to do whatever the Averys wanted. Too late.

“Crucio.” Eyes rolled up; a drooling mess; broken whimpers.

Amadeus paused. He breathed. He calmed his pounding heart. He’d gone further than he had ever been, and his fingers were trembling, maybe from the magical drain, maybe from the bleeding knuckles, maybe from the horror that was beginning to overcome his fury. But—Isolda, he thought. The rational part of his mind was yelling at him to stop, retreat, recalculate, for he, frankly, didn’t know where this was heading toward, didn’t know if he would jump off that cliff of indecision and into the chasm of immorality, passing the point of no return, staining his hand with the blood of another.

So Amadeus delayed. He transfigured all his buttons to thin needles, then he crouched down and held up the man’s hand. The hand that dared take away Isolda.

“Ennervate.”

This was the part he would not remember, the part that would appear blank were he to search for it:

Amadeus lined a needle to the tip of the man’s index finger and pushed it in steadily, watching life, awakened by pain, returning to the man’s dull eyes. The man screamed, wildly, uncontrollably, all his self-control gone. Amadeus kept on going: middle finger, ring finger, pinky. Deaf to the howling, he repeated the procedure to the other hand, half of his mind a far distance from reality while the other half drew on courage from hatred. Afterward, Amadeus stabbed the man in the stomach with the knife in his pants’ pocket, once for every hour Isolda was missing, methodically, as if hypnotized. He switched to the thighs once he ran out of space.

Finished, Amadeus moved back and took stock of his handiwork. The darkness of night hid the worst parts, but somehow he could still make out every bruise, every cut, and every bit of blood that littered the man’s body. The man yet lived.

“Merlin,” he murmured.

He pointed his wand to the man again.

You’ve got to mean it.

He’d done this before, a dozen times, but only to kill insects or to pretend to kill Isolda’s monster in the closet, never to a human.

You’ve got to be calm. I don’t care if you’re in the middle of a five-way duel, find that moment of silence in your head.

He reminded himself that this—this was worth it. For Isolda. For the Averys name. Or, if not, to end the man’s suffering.

Aim, draw on your willingness to kill, and be swift. Like snapping your fingers.

“Avada Kedavra.”

A flash of green, and then, the end.

He put on his suit jacket and cast an illusion over himself. Money changed hands, from a quivering grip to a hesitant palm, and Amadeus apparated back home. All of the lights were off, and he stumbled down the hallway, noisily, but only one elf appeared. She asked what he needed, but he didn’t reply, so she followed him as he opened the door to his room, crossed the bed, pushed forward the bathroom’s door, planted his hands on the sides of the sink, looked at himself in the mirror, and saw, as reality closed down on him like a strangling noose, the wretched face of a murderer and the wide, panicked eyes of a teenager yet to be of age.

He threw up. For a while.

“Milsy,” he called after his stomach stopped churning, throat still burning from the acid and nose thick with the scent of vomit.

“Yes, Master?”

“Get me some warm milk.”

“With three spoons of honey, Master?”

“Yeah.”

The house elf went away.

Now facing his reflection alone, Amadeus glared at himself, as if disgusted with his inability to contain the appearance of shock, and he said, “It was a good kill.”

Then, again, with more bravo, “It was a good kill. Your first one too.” He paused. “You need to learn that sooner or later, so it doesn’t matter either way. Father did it when he was eighteen. Mother when she was twenty. Everyone does it.” Not to mention it was a befitting punishment for taking away Isolda for thirty six hours.

And so he kept on going, muttering to himself, repeating what he’d said, making it a mantra, making it his truth, a truth that he, perhaps, could live with.

OTHERS & EXTRA (OPTIONAL)

FC: Keith Powers!

Extra Content!

Disclaimer: I’m 100% down to change some details of what I wrote below, since a lot of them involve my cursory interpretation of the rest of the characters. Also, I try to explore his relationship with Seneca as much as possible, but I don’t want to delve too deep until I talk to Seneca’s writer & discuss some details.

BIOGRAPHY (Intro, Hogwarts, Tom Riddle): An imaginary piece of writing by Amadeus, briefly exploring his past and his years at Hogwarts. Note that this represents his perception of the world around him and does not necessarily reflect reality, especially when he boasts about his accomplishments. This is how he wants people to remember him.

LETTERS I WILL NOT SEND, WORDS I WILL NEVER SAY: Short, non-chronological pieces that Amadeus “writes” (the exact mechanics are explained in PERSONALITY section) and burns as an outlet for his emotions for Seneca. Amadeus only pens these when he’s overwhelmed with feelings, so they may seem excessively sentimental.  

PERSONALITY: Self-explanatory.

HEADCANONS: Things that I can’t fit into other categories. This part may seem really messy because I was jotting down thoughts as I go, so I apologize in advance!

THE DIAGRAM: Because I got lost in Amadeus’ complexity. It’s in a separate photo submission.

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BIOGRAPHY

Introduction

August 15, 1942

As the heir of the Illustrious and Ancient House of Avery, it is traditional that I record the events in my life for future generations to peruse. For this is merely the first draft, I shall save the typical long-winded introduction for later and get started on the story.

My parents are a good match, perhaps the best there has ever been in the Avery line. My mother is Calista Avery, the Averys’ Matriarch, and my father Sivert Solberg, heir to the prominent Solberg line in Norway. They met during the Autumn Ball of Marseilles and was engaged three years later, in 1925. Their marriage was a winter one, brilliant and luxurious with six hundred and eighty two guests from Britain and Norway. Sivert adopted our name as per traditions of marrying a Head of a family, and I was born about two years later in the summer solstice of 1928. I should have had two sisters, but my mother miscarried once, so now it is only me and little Isolda, who is eight years younger than me. She will be attending Beauxbaton three years from now, and we are, naturally, very excited, for our private tutors have affirmed that she has talents in Alchemy. I was jealous of her for a while — Alchemy, after all, is the field of famous wizards such as Nicholas Flamel and Albus Dumbledore. But I later realized that her work would bring her to the shadows, to the edge of the crowd, while I, heir and a genius myself of the Dark Arts, would have the spotlight. I have stopped my unwarranted competition with her since and have fully devoted to train her to be worthy of the Avery name.

But enough about my sister. My name is Amadeus Avery. I have no middle name, for I am in the shadow of no one but myself. The Avery name is powerful, the Avery blood more so, and I plan to be the greatest Avery to have ever lived. I was born June 22, 1928, a day brimming with magic and, coincidentally, also the birthdate of the 5th Head of the Averys. My birth was a hard one, for I was my mother’s first child, twelve hours in total, a sign, apparently, for my stubbornness and determination. I grew up in a household of emotional detachment — not apathy, I must clarify, as I always know that my parents love and want the best for me. Public and private gestures of affection are much frowned upon, and we show our care through indirect means — material goods and gifts, the sharing of secrets and inner thoughts, criticisms and advice (how else could we maintain the image of a perfect family?).

My parents have had rough times — the aftermath of the first miscarriage when I was six, for example. My mother shut herself from my father, and he, frustrated with the isolation, left the country for two weeks, during which he had a tryst with some Ukranian lover. My mother, too, went out more frequently to meet with, I had guessed, her own lover, and sometimes my tutors and I would be the only inhabitants of the house. The Lestranges and the Rowles had had a grand time with the gossip then, I remember. At some point, I’m not sure when, my parents properly talked with each other (thanks to my uncle’s insistent; I have mentioned, of course, that my family does not explicitly express emotions) and the issue was resolved. Their connection and loyalty, strangely, only grew stronger. Perhaps the bad streak in their history motivated them to shine even brighter than before. Isolda’s birth when I was eight smoothed over the last of the scars, though I knew they could never forget their first daughter, Leona Avery.

Up until six I was showered with toys and magical trinkets, with bedtime stories of the founding of the Dark Arts and the beginnings of the Averys in the Fertile Crescent. We are part of the Sacred Twenty Eight, but such title is inconsequential, for the Avery name has, for the better part of the Wizarding World’s history, though not without ups and downs, garnered much reverence from the general populace due to our natural inclination to the Arts of Old Magic, recently defined as the Dark Arts by the more ignorant. My first accidental magic occurred when I was seven months old — hunger had compelled me to call upon all the chocolate cakes reserved for a party later — and after I learned to speak, my paternal granduncle, the former Norwegian Head of Law Enforcement, came down to teach me the basics of manipulating magic. Afterward tutors taught me, only the best in London, among which are a former assistant to Nicholas Flamel, Vice Chief of the Auror Department (my maternal aunt), a descendant of the Gamp family,  and the reigning Champion of European Dueling Tournament (though she only started when I got into Hogwarts).

I mastered the curriculum of Hogwarts’ first year when I was nine, and after that I branch sideways instead of forward (it was later explained that my physical body needed to catch up with my magical prowess; balance and harmony are important in the making of a strong wizard like me). We possess two libraries worth of tomes — one in the current Averys mansion and one in our ancestral home in Babylon (formerly known as the Babylonian Society of Ancient Magic). Books are not my forte, as I learned better with practical demonstration, but they nonetheless are an incredible source of knowledge. I delve into the arts of occlumency, legilimency, necromancy, ritual magic, blood magic, bone magic, runic magic, demonology (rather too obscure and unstable to be feasible, sadly), various branches of hex- and spellcrafting, ancient Egyptian and Roman curses (those people have a fascinating imagination, I must admit), and the lighter sides of magic such as arithmancy and charms. When I entered Hogwarts, I was not a master in any of those fields, but I knew enough to be one of the top students, and my sheer power was often enough to overwhelm my opponents.

Hogwarts

I have been aware of pureblood politics since I could read, but to be thrown into such a large body of students was a nasty surprise. Slytherin, the microcosm of pureblood society, was filled with intricate schemes and power plays between noble houses, a network that I at first found it hard to engage in, for the Averys had never been terribly friendly or popular. We stand above everyone else — because we are, indeed, better than most — and the purebloods, with their fragile egos, often take offense to our supposed arrogance. It is the Lestranges, the Rowles, the Malfoys, the Blacks, among many others, whose voices are heard and frequently recited. I struggled for two years to gain a footing in their network to no avail until I realized that I did not have to do so. I am Amadeus Avery, and I need not their acknowledgement. As soon as I stopped participating in their games, I became respected. They value me because they understand my importance, because they see my influence despite not being the top of their food chain. And so I gained my footing in pureblood society by refusing to acknowledge its presence. My parents were proud, and that Christmas they gifted me a brilliant case of jewelry stones for me to practice my blood curses on.

In school I focus on the Dark Arts, Charms, and Ancient Runes — the rest are unimportant to me, though I maintain respectable grades. I am far too busy with my projects nfor silly creatures or, Merlin forbid, divination. Astronomy is decent, but the subject is impossible to enjoy because the Blacks are so disgustingly vocal about their naming traditions. The teachers are merely satisfactory — none of them seemed to appreciate my talents in Dark Magic. Their responses typically fall into two camps, wariness or jealousy. Horace Slughorn is slightly better than most, as his Slug Club provides immense networking opportunities for like-minded individuals. It is where I developed a friendship with Tom Riddle — rest assured that I shall expand upon this remarkable person later.

I discovered the joy of inter-house rivalry in my second year when I became Beater for Slytherin’s Quidditch Team. Ivon Blaine was particularly entertaining. He’d always been weaker than me in all aspects — save for some lucky instances on the Quidditch field, of course — and I wholeheartedly enjoyed taunting him. He’d always been so easy to rile up, so easy to manipulate, and I, who had recently discovered my sharp tongue, was only too thrilled to test it on him. Gryffindors have always been so embarrassingly brash and physical — it is absolutely nauseating how they publicly display their affections and weaknesses out in the open air, as if they are desperate to be hurt. The duels were mere exercises to me, though they had the side benefit of elevating my reputation. Ivon became predictable as time passed, however, and I stopped enjoying our little games. I had better things to worry about — Grindelwald, for instance, and Tom Riddle’s vision. Though riling up Ivon no longer brought me as much joy as it did before, I am still rather entertained by his reaction whenever I speak to him.

Bishop Vermeer is a Ravenclaw that I respect. I met him during my fourth year while preparing for my OWLs and was impressed with his intelligence, which rivaled mine. He listens more than he speaks, but his interjections are always insightful and helpful to me, and so I come back to him as a friend, always, for his ears. We work on projects too, mine more often than his. I think he is too smart for his own good — he is never swayed by my honey sweet words, even though he sometimes pretends he does, and I am both disappointed and pleased by that. Had he been more weak-willed, I doubt I would have respected him as much as I am now. It is a shame that he is not more zealous about Riddle’s cause, but when the time comes, I have faith that he will side with us. If not — well, I would not wish to face him, out of respect for our companionship.

Tom Riddle

He was a bit of an underdog, I must admit, and him being quite mum about his origins except when absolutely necessary (at least during his first year at Hogwarts) hinted at his blood status, though now I dare not think about it, for his legilimency skills far outstrip my occlumency. His cause gripped my attention the moment he mentioned it in the Slytherin common room, and I remember being vocally supportive of it, for, with the current politics surrounding Grindelwald, I recognized immediately that his ideas would bring us far. Tom Riddle is a revolutionary who will usher in an era of greatness, of pureblood culture and appreciation for real magic, not the childish stuff that Hogwarts teaches. I intend to be at the forefront of this movement alongside Riddle. I will make a name for myself.

You may wonder why I am not the leader. First of all, I have no wish to make an enemy of Riddle — we may match in dueling prowess, but he is, I am reluctant to admit, hard to outwit. Furthermore, he has a better hold on the purebloods than I do — as I have said before, the Avery name is respectable, not popular. Riddle has a way with words that is gently persuasive and malleable. He knows how to push buttons. Let him lead the movement and I be his loyal soldier. The position is prestigious enough that I can contend with not being the top. His ego and mine sometimes clash, but I try to keep to his good side more often than not. We share details of our projects, though he tends to work alone rather than in a group, and he absolutely detests me offering help.

I suppose I shall mark this as the temporary end of this biography. I intend to update this as frequently as possible.

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LETTERS I WILL NOT SEND,

WORDS I WILL NEVER SAY

My grandmother, a famous jewelry collector in her nineties, gave my father a ring of blue zircon, who, in turn, passed it down to me. It sat in a drawer back in my room, only to be worn during Christmas balls. The ring was thick and ostentatiously ornamental, heavy on my middle finger every time I wore it, and I complained all the time until I was five and learnt the art of formal presentation. The ring is a sign of power and a reminder that my parents are of two famous lines, and it often sat next to the Avery heirloom ring on my index finger, glinting, mesmerizingly blue, always distracting me when light shines at the right angle. Tonight, when I saw you, when I looked into your eyes, I thought of my ring, and I wished, for but a brief millisecond, that we were better, that I was better, so that I might, perhaps, be brave enough to —

[ … ]

I did not see you today, but I was frightened for you, for us. Charms class ended early, so I was traversing the hallway, sketching in my head a new design of some anti-apparition wards, when thoughts of you filled my mind. I remembered our kiss yesterday even though I tried not to — at least, not until I was safe in my dorm. I couldn’t help smiling. Then, Tom Riddle rounded the corner, and I froze. My heart dropped, my mind emptied, and I willed my face to express something close to pleasant surprise. You cannot imagine how fearful I was. It isn’t close to my fright for Isolda when she was kidnapped, but it is certainly high up the list. Had he been searching in my mind, we would have been discovered, and the fallout, though may seem inconsequential at first, could only be catastrophic to me. Everything would have been ruined, and the choices I would have to make were unimaginable. But he wasn’t searching, thank Merlin, and I would have known if he was. I am entertaining the thought of avoiding you for a while until I could calm down. I know I may hurt you, but you must understand that I have to control myself, I have to set boundaries, or else I —

[ … ]

You were worried today, and I am not sure why. Had you been anyone else, I would have attempted to persuade an answer out of you, but strangely I complied with your request not to pry. You have no idea how much control you have over me, and I am frightened. I cannot see our future, though I must admit that I always strived not to think about our future; there are too many complications there that I cannot resolve, and I cannot bear the thought of you absent from my life, much as I loathe to admit such weakness in myself. I want to enjoy the present and only the present. Sometimes, you are the only outlet for my emotions. Sometimes, we are strangers. Sometimes, you scare me to death with your glances and your smiles and your kisses. I have thought about breaking things cleanly between us, because the stakes are becoming higher and higher, and yet I never manage to do so, because to break cleanly is to admit that there is something to break, and because I simply —  

[ … ]

Sometimes I believe my parents are clay figurines carved with human features and charmed to be alive. Their expressions are stiff, their emotions strained, and they always seem most at ease with blank countenances and frigid glances, with careless words and calculated touches. I remember vividly that they barely touched Isolda when she was returned to us, a mess of a child, eyes red and dress muddied. My mother touched her hair, and I could not tell if she was too frightened to do more or if she simply detested public displays of affections so much that she would ignore her own child’s trauma. I was the one who scooped Isolda up in my arms and soothed her cries. I tried my best anyway. No one has ever done such things to me. You may wonder why I am telling this story, and here is why: I noticed that you were distraught today. You were hurt, and I hurt for you, but I could do nothing to alleviate whatever burden you were shouldering. I was too busy struggling with my confusion toward you. I do not know what to do. I do not know what we are. I asked myself how I could grow to care for you when I was not built for such emotions, how I could be in —

[ … ]

For a moment I feared that our secret was exposed, but we both performed well the role of casual acquaintances in class today, don’t you think? I am relieved that despite certain progress in our … companionship, we are still capable of maintaining a facade of normality in front of the masses. Tom Riddle, I think, suspects I am hiding something, but he cares far too much for his pet project to figure out. He’s never been too invested in our personal lives. If worse comes to worst, I could still tell him about my projects on developing possible resistance to the Killing Curse and mass-producing Inferi through a variant of a demonic rune design, neither of which, unfortunately, are straightforward enough for practical use, but they certainly will satisfy his curiosity. On a side note, I wish so fervently that I could buy you a better gift for your birthday, but alas, I could only lie about my expenses for so much, and the size of your gift could not be too large. My wish manifested in my dream three nights ago. In it we were happy, had been for months, and I, on that brilliant winter day, like a bloody muggle, horrifyingly, was on my knees —  

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PERSONALITY:

Amadeus is …

Arrogant: He believes himself to be better than everyone else due to his magical might and his bloodline tracing back to the beginning of civilization.

His arrogance doesn’t quite manifest in speech (like, say, Draco Malfoy) but in his body language, his stance, the way he looks at people, the inflections of his tone. Taken alone, his words may seem casual and respectful, but coming from him they could be the worst insults.

He doesn’t care that people are weaker because of their circumstances. He cares that people are weaker than him, period.

Hypocritical: He criticizes the actions and personalities of other people but does not admit to himself that he sometimes shares those characteristics and does similar things.

For example: He thinks displays of affection are a weakness, yet he treasures his moments with Seneca and loves Isolda. He claims that he doesn’t care about Venus’ (or Odette’s) popularity, but he is actually jealous that they, along with the Lestranges and Rowles, have the ability to influence a crowd. He preaches that you reap what you sow, but when confronted with the consequences of his actions, he will never admit his faults. He believes Olive Hornby ridiculous for being contradictory in her actions (a guilt-ridden bully), but he is a creature of dichotomy also.

Judgemental: The number of people he respects or gets along with is small due to his tendency to either be critical of their differences (compared to him) or be jealous of what they have that he doesn’t.

Obstinate & Ambitious: Once he has a goal, he will never budge from it — for instance, nothing can shake him from his desire to be the best Avery there ever has been. It is difficult to change his mind about anything, including first impressions of people and ideologies.

Cruel: He is cruel not because he wishes to hurt (unless under certain circumstances) but because he is naturally unsympathetic to most.

But he is also …

Passionate: Though he is raised and tries to be otherwise, Amadeus is a passion-driven individual.

He loves magic and the Dark Arts, loves its instability and its potential for good and bad, and he delves into research with a furious fervor, never stopping, always wanting to have more, know more, always wishing to break the limits and go beyond what is known.

His jealousy comes easily. Amadeus grows up thinking he has the world in his palm, so he’s jealous of anyone who seems to be better than he.

He absolutely adores Isolda, at least once he gets over his jealousy, and he showers her with love and affection to a level that would be frowned upon by his parents had they known. He thinks she is too soft to be an Avery — she was born to be compassionate, and the rigidity of his parents hurts her, so he will lessen that pain for her in any way possible.

As an unintentional consequence of his love for Isolda, he also comes to like her pet hippogriff (a species of smaller size, fitting to live in a mansion) despite his vocal denouncement of anything creature-related.

He has deep affections for Seneca Montague — love, perhaps, though he’d never admit it — and despite his best efforts to contain these feelings, they are too much to keep inside, always threatening to spill out, and he has to compartmentalize his feelings, sometimes unsuccessfully.

Clever: He has a different brand of intelligence, but his mind, full of knowledge, always proves to be useful.

He may not be the best strategist, but he can process information incredibly fast and skip to a conclusion in lightning-speed. He works best under pressure and during duels.

He has an instinctive grasp on spellcrafting and runic magic, though he tends to lean toward the latter. He’s like a genius computer programmer or an engineer. He knows the pieces and he knows how to put them together; when they don’t work, he could easily tweak a bit here and fix a bit there to craft better rune diagrams for long-term curses and charms.

He cannot, for the life of him, read theories, but after a single demonstration, he can understand even the most complex alchemical concept

He figures out a way to compartmentalize his feelings for Seneca so he will not have to acknowledge them:

In the moments he shares with Seneca, he will not think of the repercussions. When he is not with Seneca, he will try to put him out of mind.

Sometimes when he feels too much, he would put his feelings on paper — using a quill charmed to inscribe his thoughts — and then he’d burn it. The reasoning is that if he makes it physical and then destroys it, whatever that is bothering him would stop existing. He doesn’t read these paragraphs, nor does he physically write them, so it’s easier for him to deny his feelings.

A downside to this compartmentalizing method is that his mood can swing widely from hour to hour, and often he wonders if it would someday break him. It works for now, so he doesn’t care much.

He is proud of …

His dueling skills: He has lost to no one except Tom Riddle and occasionally some members of the Harbingers & Liberation.

His runic diagrams: They are his own creations, and he is proud and thrilled to see them in action, no matter how destructive they could be.

His knowledge: He is well-versed in the rules of Wizarding economy and pureblood politics, and he was taught to keep up the prominence of the Avery name. Magically, his knowledge is shallow but extensive, and he frequently reads (or tries to read) to gain more information.

The murder of Isolda’s kidnapper: He tortured her kidnapper before finally killing him. It was his first kill and first usage of the Killing Curse on a human at the age of fifteen. Deep down, he’s horrified at his actions, but he successfully convinces himself to be proud because he could never admit that he feels guilty — a feeling that does not exist in the Avery household.

And he hates …

Nothing, which is what he would’ve said to himself, but in reality:

The isolation of the Averys: He envies those who can participate in pureblood politics and loathes that he is often pushed to the sides. He may pretend that he doesn’t need them, that the Averys doesn’t need to be a participant, but he is, nonetheless, lonely, because he doesn’t belong properly in any community.

The rigidity of his parents: He thinks his parents are too stringent with their emotions and believes Isolda is harmed because of that. Subconsciously, he blames his parents for his cruel nature and doesn’t want Isolda to live through his loveless childhood.

A subject that belongs in neither categories is his relationship with Seneca, which he loves and hates at the same time. He likes Seneca beyond the boundaries of friendship, but he hates defining what they are. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s aware that he’s making a mistake, perhaps the best mistake in his life, and he’s waiting for the inescapable fallout.

HEADCANONS

What’s his attitude toward muggles?

He believes in all of the stereotypes: they are dirty, primitive, stupid, and ignorant of the true beauty of magic.

He’s actually really into classical music (once he finds out about it through William Brown, unintentionally) but he wasn’t aware that most of the composers are muggles

What does he do in his free time?

Runic projects; finance planning/investment with his father; whatever Riddle wants him to do at that time;

His relationship with Ogden:

Good relationship until the end of 6th year when Ogden approaches Amadeus about an apprenticeship in Ancient Runes. Anyone would’ve been ecstatic, as it’s a rare occasion that a sixth year would be offered such opportunity, but Amadeus was angry. He couldn’t believe Ogden would offer him such a lowly career option, and he has a sneaking suspicion that Ogden wants to supervise his work more closely to prevent him from “falling” to the darker (and purer, in his opinion) forms of magic. Their relationship has been tentative since then.

His runic experimental room arguably shows more aspects of him than his dorm, which is often under the scrutiny of his dorm mates

Amadeus stopped bullying Ivon in the aftermath of Isolda’s kidnap. The taste of real violence and death has dulled the entertaining value of sharp words and silly duels. Amadeus turns his focus to bigger targets: necromancy, darker runes, deeper & more ruthless manipulations using money that will keep him in power. He’s also more focused on Riddle’s cause, and his runes projects also take up more of his times.

Wisdom and Power, to Amadeus, go so hand-in-hand that he’s never thought that it is more Ravenclaw than Slytherin. A trait he shares with Gryffindor is how passionate he can be, though no one really knows this except Bishop & Seneca. People do know that he hates easily though.

Motto for anything too sentimental is: React first, break down later

He was taught that “Power amazes, but money drives the world.” Despite this, he’s more attracted to raw power than wealth.

Doesn’t do well with criticism, especially from people he doesn’t care about.

Will initiate duels when called for.

He can convince himself to believe in false things.

Physical marking:

A horizontal scar on the side of his neck: A kitchen house-elf once went insane and injured him as a kid with a knife; said house-elf was killed but the knife was cursed so the scar doesn’t go away. Amadeus always illusioned it or wear clothes with collars.

Amadeus doesn’t quite remember this, but the incident is one of the few times that both of his parents touch him — keeping the wound close, healing, using salve, but he was too out of it to recall properly. He was seven.

Doesn’t have a fear of knives, but if someone is to lay the blade of one on his skin, that will kick in his fight-or-flight response and (depending on the situation) he will react.

Fashion:

He’s big on fashion

Style: Expensive, trendy but not gaudy, wear accessories to show off wealth (cufflinks, rings, modified ties, shoes, etc.)

Boggart:

Its form varies; but the two forms he’s faced is the burning of the Averys mansion (signifying the end of the line, which would be his fault) and the body of Isolda (recalling the kidnap incident).

Wand: spruce wood, 12-inch, dragon heartstring core

His spells are powerful and flamboyant, often attracting the attention of other people.

Amadeus has a sweet tooth.

He also cannot hold his liquor. He’s a touchy drunk.

He produced a Patronus once, during his fifth year, a hippogriff, unsurprisingly, but he hasn’t tried again since he killed Isolda’s kidnapper, telling himself it is unnecessary while actually thinking that he can’t do light magic now that he’s killed a wizard.

House Elf Treatment:

The Averys aren’t cruel but they do think that the elves are beneath their notice. The Averys, powerful as they are, does know that house-elf betrayals can be destructive, so they strive to inspire loyalty

He’s got no sense of self-preservation:

Because he thinks he’s invincible. Also he gets excited when faced with a challenge.

Likes to write but dislikes reading:

He actually doesn’t hate reading. He just has a very specific taste for a writing style & anything that doesn’t fit the bill makes him bored. He especially hates translations because they’re so dry.

He’s bad at defense magic - he likes to be on the offense & doesn’t guard himself much

The three P’s of Amadeus: Proud, Powerful, Private

He loves to low-key taunt people he dislikes, especially back when he was still harassing Ivon, and he lets his tongue lose when he’s angry. He also speaks his mind when he’s in the company of people he trusts.

He’s very ignorant when it comes to his emotions. This is by choice, not because he’s dense.

He (lowkey) admires Dumbledore because of how powerful the man is, and he secretly wishes that they are on better terms. Their ideologies, unfortunately, create a barrier between them.

To him, wisdom is …

Tom Riddle: knowing how to play the field, how to manipulate, how to be in the spotlight and claim it for yourself

Knowing everything - hence his attempt to branch out laterally

Naively, he also thinks being wise means never makes a mistake

Amadeus is verbose in writing but succinct in speech, touch-starved yet would never initiate body contact:

The Averys household is emotionally distant but not apathetic. Amadeus grows up understanding that display of affection is a bad thing, but sometimes he mistakes this with emotions are bad. His parents’ love for him is measured with material goods—their meanings, their quantities, their qualities—though of course, their meanings are exceedingly easy to misinterpret. Writing is an outlet of emotions in the Averys household—letters to their parents when they are abroad & when Amadeus is in school, notes delivered by house-elves (their mansion is very big)—thus, Amadeus shows himself more in writing, though it always seems to be otherwise. He masks his sentiments with pureblood politeness on paper, and only those close to him (his family) could read between the lines and understand.

He was taught the concept of formal presentation when he was six and learned how to check his speech. He became more succinct and direct or persuasive and round-about when needed.

Half of the time what he says isn’t really what he thinks/feels, but he has a habit of convincing himself that what he says is always the truth, so it becomes a falsehood in him that he never notices, and from this born his hypocrisy.

The Averys household frowns upon body contact except when absolutely necessary, and so Amadeus grows up, without noticing, touch-starved. He’s hyper-aware of the distance he puts between him and other people and the casual touches he received. He, therefore, treasures his moments with Seneca, but also are scared of them, of the body contact, of physical displays of affection that he knows nothing about. He’s always hesitant, testing the boundaries, reading the signs (sometimes over-analyzing them), always so scared that he’ll fuck up somehow.

His Runes Experiment Room:

Same wing that houses the Ancient Runes classrooms.

Approximately U-shaped

Left room is for the actual experiment, connected by a hallway to a sort of “office” on the right where all the theories/writings occurred.

Office:

Big blackboard filled with maths & diagrams

Big wooden desks filled with papers, very messy, on top of which sat …

Letters sent by Isolda

A pot of talking cactus, sent by Isolda

Lots of candy boxes ordered from Hogsmeade or sent by his mother

Two bookshelves overfilled with books; papers; chalks of different materials; boxes of preserved animal blood; rulers & measurement devices; bowls of different parts of different animals scattered around; a locked metal chest of rarer materials

When there are visitors, he puts everything personal to him in a trunk in the corner of the room

Two sofas for guests

Experimental room:

Kept clean & in pristine condition

Two Parts

A square part of the room in the middle, sectioned off by magic & physical means (eg: salt, powdered thestral fur, etc.):

This is where the floor diagrams occur, for more complex projects. Experiments here are frequently unstable.

The rest: There’s a trunk of gemstones + other objects for blood curses; there’s a long desk lining the wall with tools for carving, burning, melting, writing, and holding on top

He usually levitates the object or holds them by physical means as he carves runes on it

The long table is also used to deconstruct runes done by other people

People who have seen this room: Riddle, Bishop, Seneca, Ogden  

Attitude toward teachers:

Ogden: already mentioned

Dumbledore: professional admiration. Amadeus secretly idolizes him because Dumbledore is too Badass not to, though he thinks Dumbledore is too soft on Muggleborns.

Rakepick: doesn’t like since she likes the Gryffs

Edgecomb: likes her tattoos; on good terms because Isolda will be going to Beauxbatons; tries too hard not to ask her questions about schooling & dorming over there

Dippet: nice man, not useful but it helps that he likes Riddle

Fairbanks: likes her for various reasons. She went to Durmstrang is number one. She’s intense and, to him, she has a real appreciation for the true nature of magic. That she’s a Herbology professor irks him — he wishes she was teaching Dark Arts instead. Imagine the kind of spells she would’ve taught!

Isadora: annoying because of the homework

William Brown: muggle lover, ew

Sylvia: doesn’t care

Astrid: doesn’t like divination because he’s not a seer, but on good terms with Astrid because of her views

Binns: doesn’t care, except when his lessons mentions something related to the Averys

In summary: Amadeus is an ambitious individual who grew up in a distant household. He experiences lots of emotions despite being groomed not to. He is smart about many things except himself. He has the ability to rationalize his feelings but chooses to ignore them. He can exert great control over himself and he chooses his words carefully. He is proud and powerful and knows exactly what he wants — but what he wants may not be what he needs in the end.

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bUCKLE UP FUCKERS I THINK I’VE FINALLY FIGURED OUT A PROPER WAY TO FIX THE NARRATIVE THAT IS HEX’S ENTIRE ARC 

and to a lesser extent gwen’s owo

after several fucking years 

this gets really fucking long even for me 

Since this is all on this blog now and tumblr deleted a lot of shit I’ll break down my imagined arc for him really fast from os- to the beginning of ov especially cuz some of my followers deb haven’t seen ben 10 past the original series so here we go

i just really want all my concepts in one place so this might get a lil long ahhhh

Hex and Charmcaster used to live in ledgerdomain, Adwaita the turtle bitch with a flaming mana head attacks and Charmcaster’s dad and Hex’s bro is all like I’m gonna protect my fam so he sends Hex with a nine year old charmcaster to Earth and 

spoiler alert 

spellbinder fucking dies 

Hex is torn by this and spends the next several years of his life trying to find the power to defeat Adwaita, and even made a few failed attempts but survived Adwaita’s wrath. He eventually started to dive headfirst into some dark magic and it completely corrupts and changes him to the hex we see today, with grey skin and a giant ass tat on his face, don’t get me started on his eyes and his million other tattoos 

He runs into ben on his quest with power, ben, gwen and granpa max ruin his day a fuck ton and then charmcaster gets involved. Hex was not a good caretaker to her and as her vengance and rise to master magician...ism she betrays hex and yeets on out despite getting fucked again by the amazing tennysons 

The two have a heart to heart and live together again before Charmcaster and Gwen go fuck up Adwaita in the arc i can’t quite remember other than INFINITY BULLSHIT SOMETHING SOMETHING EVIL BAD GUY WHO KEEPS CHANGING INTO DIFFERENT FORMS SOMETHING SOMETHING ALIEN X 

Gwen chooses not to tell hex about his neice and he spends a lot of time failing to find her and falls into a depression for what I think was for at least a year before he discovers Friedkin University and it’s giant library, and it’s secret summoning circle 

so he does whatever he can to get a job there and gain full access to the library, which includes donating his entire collection of rare magical books to the library and he nails a job as a professor 

i yada yada’d over a lot of stuff and i feel bad but this is where we get into the nitty gritty so if you just wanted my summary then leave no w 

So instead of the episode starting with Hex and Gwen already knowing who the other is and it gets weird, we could have Gwen joining this professor’s class because she heard from a lot of people that his class was good and he knew a lot about his topic and of course Gwen being an Anodite/magic caster herself she enrolls in the class, with Hex using a fake last name like Castere 

i can’t remember what it used to be i’m sorry 

and the minute Gwen sits down to see the class  here come in hex and she is fucking shocked 

and hex probably saw the student list and he is looking hella smug knowing that she’s somewhere in his classroom 

and when he starts asking questions of course gwen answers and answers correctly  and tension builds in the room as they back and forth with his increasingly difficult questions and Gwen answering them perfectly, and the two are staring each other down 

and when hex asks his final question Charmcaster of all people is in his class and interrupts gwen and answers it 

and it throws the both of them off guard 

Hex has to pretend she’s a student and does the whole “Ah yes our Charming young student is correct” 

they go through that dialogue about the Staff of ages and Hex finishes class early, disappearing in a cloud of smoke  Gwen tries to chase down charmcaster but not yelling through the entire classroom to do it 

gwen in her secret lair with kevin use spells to check for... spells or mind control and find none yet are suspicious of the fact that both Charmcaster and Hex are there so 

they call ben and rook and the next few parts ensue 

the thing with helena sucks and i hate helena 

hex runs off and bumps into the team where he gets slammed into the nearest tree by a fucking alien turkey and he gets interrogated 

hex manages to talk his way out of Ben’s hold by saying he hasn’t done anything wrong and has no reason to detain him and of course hex is right because he’s done his time and has every right to be here 

he gets interrogated anyway and is asked about charmcaster and they go through the dialogue over charmcaster that hex goes hey i don’t know why she’s here but i’m glad she’s alive which the former he’s totally lying about 

Rook tells him about how she’s unstable yada yada yada hex leaves and they debate whether Hex is actually turning good or not and where their priorities should lie and they decide charmcaster because as they have no fucking clue where she is and what she’s doing 

we get to the honestly really good next few minutes of dialogue between hex and charmcaster

like the last bit of good writing before we see hex get turned into a fucking totem so she can use his library to find the staff 

gwen drop kicks charmcaster and a fight ensues, where she discovers charmcaster turned hex into a totem and gwen, being the hero she is, tries to steal hex back with her

does she trust him? No 

but he does he deserve to be turned into a totem to be used for whatever plan charmcaster has for him? also no 

they mange to kick charmaster out through the library but charmcaster manages to grab the totem from gwen before she gets sucked away into where ever Gwen sent her to 

and at least then GWEN GETTING THE FUCKING LIBRARY WOULD AT LEAST MAKE MORE SENSE I MEAN COME ON but instead of it being her responsibility to the library its her responsibility to try and get it back to its original owner where she is starting to think maybe he was actually trying to become a good person  

three??? several??? a lot of months pass and hex spends a lot of time with Darkstar the bitch and Adwaita the jackass 

we can all assume hex tried to strangle adwaita at least once without success 

ANYWAY 

we start the ep with kevin moping about his magic stolen car that i forgot to mention but its not important and gwen is spending her time in the beginning of the ep researching how to get hex back because he deserves to be free man 

ANYWAY THAT GOT MESSY  GWEN LOOKS FOR THE CAR, FINDS IT AND OH NOOOO IT’S A FUCKING TRAP AND SHE GETS TURNED INTO A TOTEM AND ZIP BAG TIME 

where she encounters all her enemies and at least she has more reason to try and zap hex because well he still might be evil and he is way too damn close and oh nope we got no powers 

shenanigans ensue and while in the bag  hex and gwen get to talking because honestly are either one of them going to talk to darkstar or adwatia and she soon gets to learn about Hex’s real motives behind going to Freidkin and then finally they decide, hey maybe if we work together we can get out 

and they come up with the idea of a trap when charmcaster sticks her hand in the bag to get the charm 

and THEY WORK TOGETHER TO GET OUT OF THE BAG 

bonding ensues and it begins the start of a uh 

teacher student relationship???  at least not evil magic man vs smart kickass anodite girl 

is all of this perfect???? probably not but  its better than what the show gave us hopefully 

also we don’t talk about that one weird romance ep with ben other than hex and charmcaster were literally 10 feet away from each other and should at least have gotten a drama shot between them but whatever who am I to judge the writing of omniverse other than the entire essay i wrote here 

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Hello Tams~ How are you? I hope you've had a relaxing weekend. Not sure if you got my previous ask cause I tried the new ask function :P but I hope you did.

In any case :D can you talk about the fav dramas you listed in your form? Like who your fav characters/relationship or just generally what your fav thing is from those shows? :)

I know we already discussed Inspector Koo a but, but the other ones I've personally seen and also love are doom at your service, reply 1988, and misaeng... but I'm also curious about the other ones you've listed.

Anyway I hope you get a good week this upcoming week!! —🧚🏻‍♀️💖

Hello, dear valentine!! I'm doing better, I had a bit of a stressful week, but everything is fine, thank you for asking.

Tbf I don't remember all of the dramas i listed because I have at least 15 dramas that I consider favorites, but I'll try my best:

days: everything about their relationship and myul mang becoming more human, the way dong kyung had a life outside of her romance and work, but also how she was so lonely despite all that. how the two of them found a way to create life (literally!) even if he was doom itself and she was dying. i just think it's a very nice show that made me feel! things more than the usual. (love triangle aside).

reply 88: this was the last drama i fell in love with before things got bad in my life, and oh boy, it resonated a lot with me. every dynamic in the show is precious and well thought, the characters feel like regular folks going through the day and i am easily sold if nostalgia is involved. but i dont think it was so much about the 80s nostalgia, but like they said, longing for their youth days, how things were simpler and the world was as big as one's neighborhood. i think it's a very cozy show, that also talks a lot about changes, growing up (and growing apart), and death.

misaeng: if i still know the name of a character after years of something then it means it has impacted me a lot. jang geu rae was my baby and i was ready to die for him, i feel like r88 this is also a slice of life, but way less cozy in some ways. the team 3 dynamics were everything to me, lee sung min is amazing in here (as he is in everything), and his relationship with siwan... GOD. all the other stories, our main 4 interns, kang sora! being the best, the relationship between the other team leaders, every glimpse we saw about their lives... i finished that ready to d*e for siwan and look where i am now.

now the ones i think i've mentioned: school 2013 is the only one in the series that managed to capture my heart, mostly because the teachers and the students worked together so well, the storyline was cohesive in a way the other ones couldnt do, the bromance of the century "the thing i'm abandoning is you" like wtf, who gave them the right. red sleeve just broke my heart bit by bit and i was ready for that. i love romances that are fcked up, either because it's a tragedy or the people in it are not that great, and i think they delivered so well the good and problematic aspects of their relationship. it was the best portrayal of a power dynamic couple i've seen in dramas, one that didnt gloss over the fact, but also showed us how complicated it is to be in that situation, bc deok im was in love, despite her better judgment. i think ep 12 was the best ep in television last year, the way san was shown as a broken kid because of his grandfather's abuse, how they showed everything. i could talk about it for days. healer is just everything it is fun, it has action, the romance is truly everything i want in life, the stakes are high but the drama is never too boring or let us too nervous. hacker ahjumma? amazing. ex-cons raising a kid? perfection. jcw can kick me in the stomach and i'll be like "but he was in healer...".

i think this is way too long already, but if there's another one you want me to talk about, just ask me! i love remembering all the things that made me love a drama and all the ways they continue to do so.

hope you have a nice week too, valentine!

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I'vee written this from episode 29 through 32-ish and I want to dump a quick review of what I think of the characters at this point. Just for the lols for when I finish the show and I find I was completely wrong on most of them! Im using a compiled list on Google drive for the characters, so following that order they are split into clans.

Here we go.

Wei Wuxian. I really liked him at the beginning (what a funny cinnamon roll) but ever since he went missing into Burial Grounds I'm not sure...I see his points -especially when he criticised the Jins and stood up for the Wens- , but I can't believe he doesn't see he's being corrupted. Like come on. Just let the others help you for once, this is just looking for troubles. On thin ice. Used to be 9/10

Lan Zhan. Didn't like him much - or at all - when he was introduced in Clouds Recessess. I thought he was a stick in the mud and I wasn't too fond of him. He's missing for good chunks of the story. As my opinion of WWX deteriorated, I like him more or more because he's the one making sense out of the two, this gets him a passing score, even if barely. 6/10

Jian Cheng. He was my sweet sweet baby. Unparalleled sibling energy with WWX, cute angsty ship with Wen Qing, likable personality, the drama with the core. He had it all. But at some point...I don't know man. I just don't agree with anything he says anymore, and he's just becoming more and more sulky about his inferiority complex as a Clan Leader. I feel that, not counting the 16 years later part I didn't watch yet, he should get the title of co-protagonist rather than Wangji, since he's much more involved in the plot. Used to be a 8/10, still pending.

Jian Yanli. I like her. I feel like a dumb ass for getting attached and only remembering halfway through the flashback part that she's going to die, as per the first few episodes. I'm hating every second of it, like why killing her when the show is full of unpleasant people? Poor Li. Also the ship is a big plus. This kind of drama is just *chef kiss*- (and edit: after I watched the last episode of the night and she died...it's fine I'm not crying.) 8/10

Jian Fengmian. I don't really care much about him one way or the other. A little whipped by his wife - not that it is bad per se, but she really is bad so - , didn't particularly like that he favored WWX over JC. I think he could have been better, but he was pretty decent. 7/10

Madame Yu. No. 1/10

Lan Zichen. Possibly the last dude I 100% trust in this show not to let me down - as long as he isn't influenced too much by Mang Yao. I like him in a sort of uninvolved way. Don't look forward to see him on screen, don't wonder where he is or what he is doing, pleased when he shows up and does his sensible thing and then disappears again. Kept me on my toes after he escaped from Could Recesses though, but really took him so long to come back I almost forgot I was worrying about him. Way to go Zichen. 7/10

Lan Qiren. He's alright? I don't care much. Pretty dope when he took a stand against the Wans when they attacked, but I find him to be a little too much sometimes. 6/10

The files lists some juniors I haven't seen yet. They seem baby? Cute. I assume they are going to be so-and-so 's children, like in a Boruto way. Looking forward to see all the characters paired up.

Jin Guangshan. I thought he was annoying because he had a bunch of illegitimate children that I lost track of but then he became even more annoying with his very transparent power grab -and the fact that no one seems concerned is baffling to me. Overall I think I would have pretty much liked it more if the son Zixuan was clan leader and we didn't have to deal with this piece of work. 2/10

Jin Zixuan. As I was writing this post this man went through all sort of things. From proposing to having a child to being murdered. Honestly, we didn't start off the right foot when he booked the inn where WWX & co wanted to stay. I kept wishing he would kick the bucket because I hated how he treated Yanli, and I thought he would wind up to be a minor villain...while it seems he was the only normal member of his family. I feel bad for hating him so much. 8/10.

Jin Ling. Biggest reason why I thought his dad would be a bad guy. For the first part, I thought the Jins would be the villains because of him, and not the Wens, though in the end I wasn't that off the mark in a sense. He was just a cartoonish villain. I have yet to see him again after the flashback part, but his first introduction was awful. 3/10

Meng Yao. So the thing is, I was really partial towards him at the beginning. The bit at Cloud Recesses? The part with the Nie family? Perfect. Felt so bad for how everyone treated him. I started to excuse what he was doing like "it's ok, the head of guards is a dick to him" "it's okay he was double crossing the bad guys eheh" "it's ok he is...murdering civilians?" But seriously he let me down so hard. Also his face looks so different I didn't recognise him at first. At the beginning I thought I could maybe have a cute ship with Zichen but to tell the truth I don't want Meng Yao anywhere near him now. I seriously thought he wanted to murder infant Jin Ling at some point there to climb the ladder and become Clan Leader. I'm sure he set WWX up and schemed to murder the last dregs of the Wens and Zixuan. 1/10

Jin Zixun. Pretty inconsequential. Could have done with him imo. I'm only including him because I love when WWX goes "I don't even know who you are" like three times and that's a mood because where the heck did he come from.

Mo Xuanyu. I don't get why he looks like WWX. I sort understand why they used the same actor but story-wise I don't understand. How can random people look at him and recognise WWX? Also, he is kinda stupid for giving up his life to be possessed by a bad guy to get revenge but whatever floats your boat I guess. 4/10

Nie Mingjue. I don't care much for him. He bullies his brother too much and his short temper is annoying even though often justified. I thought I could kinda always rely on him to be the voice of reason despite not liking his character but then he said the stupidest thing in the show "I'm not sitting on that chair" and left it to the Jin Sect Leader...look how that worked out. Love how he basically disappeared after that, I think because he knew he screwed up big time (jk). 6/10

Nie Huaisang. Funny. Definetly underused. I hoped he would be part of the main gang. When he stopped showing up, the show took a terrible turn in its atmosphere. Please come back as sect leader in the 16 years later part (I mean, who else is there? I hope he didn't die in the meantime because he isn't showing up in this final battle). I wish I saw him swing a sword at the least once but alas. 7/10.

Wen Ruohan. I mean. What can you expect. Typical bad guy sitting on top of a lava pond that controls zombies. Wasn't expecting much development from his character and he surely didn't deliver. A good 2-dimensional bad guy to kill without thinking too hard about anything I guess. Awful person tho. 4/10

Wen Xu. I didn't even realize there were two young Wens. I thought he was his brother at first, but without the spice. Literally why was he there. 4/10

Wen Chao. He sucks, don't get me wrong. But watching him coming up with all sorts of awful things is very entertaining. 2/10 as a person, 9/10 as a villain. Cheered when he died.

Wen Lingjiao. Same as her lover, but more annoying because she got on my nerves sometimes. I was so glad when she got it. The (1) good thing coming out of WWX's corruption. 2/10

Wen Zhuliu. I really want to know what drove him to serve Chao with such devotion. His technique was kinda cool. I think he would have been an okay guy but sadly he associated with Chao. 4/10

Wen Ning. I thought "No, poor Ning is dead" ten times already and still counting. Please WWX just let him die. He is/was just a sweetheart and I loved him with all my heart. His death and everything that came after it filled me with rage, when i thought he died I was brokenhearted, and the fact that he gets blamed for killing people when it's arguably WWX's fault is so unfair. We didn't deserve Wen Ning. I don't really like that he became the Ghost General tho. 10/10

Wen Qing. I liked her. Same as her brother, how their story ended up upset me. I hoped they would get to live peacefully in their commune in the woods. That part of the story was *chef kiss*. The romance with JC lacked closure imo but I understand that they both had things going on and they would need to stretch the story too much to get the together or at the least talk about their feelings. I hoped till the end she wouldn't be killed because I knew Ning came bad 16 years later, so they must have avoided being executed, but more realistically I guess he's just a zombie and she's just dead. I lowkey shipped her with WWX though I feel this would be an unpopular opinion in the fandom -when I learned WWX has a different endgame ship I was kinda bummed sorry. I thought we would get a sort of love triangles with JC, I can't say I'm disappointed because it would have been a terrible plot. They really have a good platonic relationship, I loved to see them build that village. 8/10

Song Lan/ Xiao Xingchen / Xue Yang. What's the deal with them? They seemed to be set up to come back but only Song Lan does a passing appearance. Are they coming back? What was their significance? So weird because the untamed usually doesn't introduce characters to just drop them when the episode's over.

[shinyflareon]

I’m kind of getting the itch to do another run through of the Dragon Age trilogy, this time on PC so I can actually import my characters from one game to the next. The only one I’ve ever actually manged to finished was Origins (and Awakening), but that was on PS3. I played about...half of 2, also on PS3, but I’ve barely touched Inquisition on the PC and it’s been a while since I went back and played through it again since we have all the DLCs on PC.

Though part of me is really wondering whether I want to subject myself to the shitshow that is the Dwarven Noble origin in Origins again...Maker, I have so many problems with it. I mean, not it specifically, but it is such an amazing, wonderful setup - to a completely different game. And then the rest of the game is just everybody looking at you and going “wtf is a dwarf doing here?” until you get to Orzammar, where every random person on the street won’t let you go two steps without screaming at you that you’re a kinslayer, and despite having a signed letter from your dad admitting he knew you weren’t guilty and allowing you to be punished anyway AND the ancestral shield of your family you STILL don’t get to look your traitorous brother in the eye and just crown yourself ruler of Orzammar as is your birthright right there in front of the assembly, even though they wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it. And you also get punished in future games for supporting Harrowmot even though the game actively encourages the Aeducan warden to do so. And let’s not get started on the Grey Wardens forcibly conscripting you into their goddamn cult just because you asked to tag along with them out of the Deep Roads. Probably gonna romance Zevran no matter which background I choose, though, and if I do go dwarf noble I’m gonna sword-and-board it. That game is lousy with warriors, but Lady Aeducan is gonna march into Orzammar and shove her shield into Behlen’s face whether he likes it or not. Undecided on whether or not I want to save Loghain, too. I might, just to see - I didn’t last time. He’s getting the kill on the Archdemon though. Though...does that mean I don’t have to make Alistair do Morrigan’s ritual? So what happens in the Witch Hunt DLC if Morrigan isn’t pregnant with the Old God baby?

As for 2...honestly I don’t know. Casting magic was really fun on the PS3 but I don’t know how well I’ll do on a keyboard. And I kind of want Bethany to live, I liked her way better than Carver :/ but I think it’s gender-based not class-based, so I think I’m stuck with him either way. I have no idea who I’d romance, either. Varric’s obviously the best option, but he’s not one. Anders was my bro in Awakening, but dear Maker did his functionally becoming an abomination suck all the fun out of him, and everybody else is just so...bland. And don’t even get me started on how much Aveline makes me want to beat my head against a wall. Everything I hear makes it sound like mage is the best option to really engage yourself in the story, though, so I might still do that.

I like that Inquisition gives me the opportunity to play a dwarf again, but I don’t know how I feel about the fact that they have to be Carta. Also...literally nothing in that game is modeled properly for dwarves. Especially not cutscenes. Especially not romance cutscenes with a goddamn quinari (who is at least an acceptable substitute considering I STILL can’t romance Varric). I’d also be tempted to be a rogue, but I’m still not sure.

Damn this got long.

[instantdeerlover]

The Most Inexpensive Flowers to Use in Your Wedding added to Google Docs

The Most Inexpensive Flowers to Use in Your Wedding

Flowers are beautiful—but they aren’t cheap. When working with a wedding budget, you definitely don’t want to overspend when it comes to florals. However, you might have a problem with pinching your pennies when it comes to selecting the perfect peonies for your bouquet, for example. The ideal solution: you want pretty petals that are cheap, but don’t look cheap. Luckily, there are plenty of gorgeous flowers that fit the bill, literally. Below is our list of the most inexpensive flowers to use in your wedding that will look the part without breaking the bank.

Roses

Surprisingly, roses can be inexpensive depending on which varietal and color you select. If you’re working with a skilled florist, they might actually look like peonies!

Carnations

These flowers usually get a bad reputation for being a tad on the cheesy side, but their lovely texture and colors make for a sweet centerpiece or even bouquet. They’re also known to be long-lasting, which might work for anything from a wrist corsage to a boutonnière.

Baby’s Breath

Let’s not underestimate this gorgeous floral accoutrement. No longer considered corny, this little beauty is making a comeback thanks to its delicate, rustic vibe. Plus, from bouquets to centerpieces, it works with everything.

Hydrangeas

Springlike and cheerful, these flowers are a welcome addition to a summer or spring wedding. And because their heads are so large, you only need to buy a few to make for a lush centerpiece or bouquet. Tip: If they begin to wilt, simply add them to water and they’ll instantly refresh.

Lillies

For the perfect springtime wedding, look no further than the cheerful and pretty lily. There’s a variety of lilies out there, some more expensive than others, but the good news is you can definitely add lilies to your wedding with any budget.

Tulips

Speaking of spring florals, nothing says springtime more than the iconic tulip. They’re simple and bright, and will cheer up just about any floral arrangement. And no, they’re not super expensive, either!

Queen Anne’s Lace

If you’re looking for a floral that will add the right amount of delicate texture with understated elegance and romance, look no further than Queen Anne’s Lace. It’s the perfect addition to any bouquet or centerpiece, especially if you’re theme is rooted in old world glamour and sophistication.

Sunflowers

Sunflowers are about the happiest flowers out there, and luckily they’re not going to cost you a bundle. They’re the best flower if you’re planning a summer or early fall outdoor wedding, and will immediately cheer up any centerpiece.

Daisies

If you’re planning a bohemian or rustic wedding, you’ll want to add these lively flowers to your day. They can easily mix well with other wildflowers to give it that earthy romantic look. Another bonus: they have a long shelf life so there’s no fear of wilting on your special day.

Lemon Leaf

Adding some greenery to your wedding is all the rage, but unfortunately lush greens can be pretty pricey. However, the lemon leaf isn’t, and will add the right amount of boho lushness to any bouquet or floral arrangement.

Chrysanthemums

These bright flowers offer a pop of color and texture to any arrangement. They look luxurious without the hefty luxurious price tag. Make sure you order the type of bloom that works best for you—for a wilder look, you will want the ones known as florist mums while the garden mums are smaller.

As the list above proves, there’s no need to break the bank when it comes to flowers. With some careful digging (no pun intended) you can easily find the most beautiful florals to fit every budget and any wedding.

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