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its-real · 3 years

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I was going to wait until I had finished doing all the concept sketches for this but uh, I’m lazy so here take it as it is I’ll keep adding surely surely.

-LONG POST-

AU where the hermits fall into the boatem hole with no way to fly out because of some event that happens - maybe an apocalypse, maybe everyone just goes apeshit, who knows - and they all get messed up heads from falling in the void and passing out n fun stuff like that. They ‘land’ - idk how this would work without them dying lol - in a semi futuristic city which for now let’s just call it Boateqm (silent q). The hermit crabs would also fall at different rates therefore appear in the city at different times. So where do they end up?

Hospital gang:

Etho wakes up in a hospital bed with no memories - most of them will wake up with no memories btw - his doctor/nurse (this hospital may be understaffed) Tango asks him a bunch of questions then has to go see another patient. Etho is seen by a certain Bdubs who had just finished visiting his buddy Scar -will get to him next- in the bed next door. Bdubs walks back to notify Scar, a fashion designer, that the guy in the bed across would make a great model, just look at the striking hair! And the red eye! He opens the curtains on the side and Scar gets a look. He asks if Etho would like to be hired. Etho is to say the least very confused and on the verge of a panic attack that never quite seems to happen so he’s in a weird kind of limbo anyway it is now that his doctor/nurse Tango comes back and having overheard the conversation suggests it would be a good idea. The hospital can only take custody of Etho for so long, might as well start earning money now so he doesn’t become homeless. Etho is still very confused. So Tango just agrees to the job for him as his caretaker lol, and besides Scar comes here kinda often so Tango trusts him. Anyway Etho’s true passions he discovers are synthesisers, breeding horses with Bdubs and finding elaborate ways to do tax evasion. A simple man.

Scar is in the hospital because he got SCAR (hehe) from walking into a glass door in his super fancy house, which he owns because he’s a super fucking rich fashion designer of his own label Scara (this is not the first time he’s walked into a glass door). Scar refuses to go to a rich people hospital tho cause 1) he cares about healthcare and wants more funds to go to lower grade hospitals 2) Tango is his mate, and needs a goddam raise. But yeah, very successful, ran for mayor once but someone really didn’t like that which resulted in another hospital visit. Mans in the wars. One hospital visit he got really inspired by the fabric and stuff there so he had a line of clothes that were hospital inspired one time, in turn making hospital inspired garb very trendy for a bit. What a mad lad. Ideas man. Some would call him a genius if he didn’t keep on walking into glass doors n shit. Scar woke up in the back room of a small tailoring shop owned by a nice old couple who took him under their wing. He thanks them in every award speech, and whenever he’s in the area make sure to stop by and give them presents. His side hobby is gardening.

When Tango came to, he was lying on the footpath of a quiet street in the suburbs just out from the main city. Gorgeous day, golden hour, pretty houses, very aesthetic. He also had a leg injury, fuck. So Tango did what anyone would do: hobbled to the nearest house, asked in the nicest way he could under a lot of stress (so he kinda yelled) for a first aid kit, and performed surgery on himself atop the nice families dinner table. The nice family turned out to have called the police and an ambulance, who showed up just as Tango was wrapping up his leg with a bandage and took him away to the police on a stretcher. This debacle got him a leading story on the local newspaper: ‘Man performs surgery on himself after waking up with no memories and a leg injury’. After being questioned by the police, they decide they can’t really charge someone with amnesia and no money with anything like breaking and entering (he did knock and they did let him in) or property damage (blood on the carpet). The paramedics are stunned at his surgery, so they tell the police to take him to the nearest hospital and get him hired there, he could save so many lives. He gets hired by the head doctor after an examination of the surgery. The head doctor doesn’t really care that Tango doesn’t have any records or anything, the hospital is understaffed and Tango seems like an Angel sent down from the heavens to him. Tango is very very good at his job. So good that he gets offered a job at a far better paying hospital which he takes, then soon drops because he prefers the chaos of his old job much better.

Tango found Impulse extremely dehydrated, looking like death, wandering outside his flat one night, so he carried the man inside and saved his life. Now they are flat mates, and Impulse works in a tech store - an upgrade from working at a service station previously.

Bdubs woke up in an inner city park at night, homeless, broke, and in the company of other homeless and broke people. He built his way to success, got luckily hired by some rich asshole to mow their lawns plural - the rich asshole didn’t ask much questions, he just saw a poor man criticising the way a park had been landscaped to an old guy in a caravan and though it was good enough, seeing as the last one quit - and Bdubs didn’t mind too much, because the rich assholes property was really gorgeous. Once Bdubs was able to say he had work experience and wasn’t homeless he started babysitting the kids in the neighbourhood, pretty good money. Plus the kids love him, and everyone he meets loves him, he's just a nice guy. He met Scar because he had to purchase a suit for a kids birthday party, so he went to the cute little tailors shop he always walked past on the way to his favourite cute little gardening supplies shop. By now Bdubs had been promoted to part time gardener - the job is shared - and started working on and off at a building firm. They become besties, turns out Scar is also really into gardening etc etc. Eventually Bdubs becomes an architect, mainly designing for city contractors n such but occasionally designer homes, like the one he did for Scar.

Mumbo and Grian wake up in the hospital around the same time that Etho is still there, however Etho has been awake longer, and should really find a place to stay soon now that he’s got a steady job. Since - ok plot point here - the two are in the exact situation that Etho found himself in, he starts to feel like something weird is going on. Mumbo and Grian take a lot longer to recover than Etho did, and the two become hospital bed neighbor buddies. When they finally recover Scar offers them a temporary place to stay at his house while they find work. Tango gets Impulse to put in a good word for Mumbo at his work.

Nomads:

TFC is an old man who lives in a caravan off the money he made being a very successful miner, he now collects pretty shiny rocks and gems and stuff to give to kids. He’s like an all year round caravan Santa and wise old mystical figure. Dope.

Joe is a humble man who likes to wander. He’s never had a home, but if he needs anything he’ll go to TFC’s caravan or a homeless shelter or something. But he isn’t sad or anything, he really likes the freedom of being a simple wanderer.

Others:

Keralis is a business partner of Bdubs. Kerlalis is mega stonks. He was one of the first to land, had a big diamond in his pocket, bought shares in a company that blew up soon after and now he is really fucking rich.

Doc and Ren are the only ones who remember anything, and they arrive at the same time. Doc manages to keep his cool, but Ren loses his shit and gets thrown in a mental institution. Doc spends some time trying to get Ren out, and after a final success and laying low for a bit the two seek to bring all the hermits together.

Pearl ends up working in Bdubs building company.

Beef works in a music shop -sells records and instruments- and he starts up a record label out back after his boss retires and passes the shop onto him.

And yeah I don’t really know the other Hermits that well was hoping some of ya’ll could help me find places for them in this city :) don’t really know how to format this either so maybe some input would be nice, just wanted to get the idea out hehehe

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lethargicsunlight · 3 years

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'Demon' Chapter 10 : "Respite" Bakugou x Fem!Reader (book 1)

Find the other chapters here! LINK

I usually don't post chapter summaries, but this is essentially just glimpses where you've been inserted into certain moments before and during the exams, right before summer.

Because we all know, summer is where the fun really starts >:)

Book Summary: A slow-burn action/romance where you begin in the bowels of a Villain base and rise up to join U.A.'s top Hero Class. This life was your choice. In the event of learning then losing the love of a friend, you make a decision that changes your reality at the core--to become an imposter among villains and bring them down from the inside out. The organization that ruined your premature perfect life was known as H.H., after their leader Head-Honcho. His crime of choice: intelligence. Training and conducting espionage agents and assassins across Japan as a means to further the dark underground network. Your training began at thirteen, after managing to impress the multi-faced villain with your stealth and your conviction. Rumors would soon spread through the dark alleys of Naruhata City of a masked assassin known as Demon, whose bare face could steal the souls of her targets. Everything appears to be going to plan; but the Hero Agencies you've been slipping information to are calling for an end to your superior sooner than you had anticipated. Your time as 'Demon' is limited. What will happen when your world comes crashing down? Where will you go, when everything you had known you helped to destroy?

WARNINGS: SFW, Alcohol, PTSD themes

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You found yourself falling into a pattern at the end of each day when you were alone in the dorm.

At first, you had barely touched it. You slept stiffly beneath the clean sheets, dressed in whatever extra clothes Nezu had left for you. There was a desk they had brought in for you to complete homework upon, notebooks, pens, highlighters, tape, a stapler..

But it was bereft of personal belongings. After all, you had none.

However, as the rate of time began to pick up around you and the days slid by instead of dragged; you had learned to adapt. You looked forward to your lessons and your classmates; learning and experiencing the world in ways you had never expected to be privy to. Slipping into conversations, learning how to compliment and receive such, navigating the challenges set by your teachers--and your favorite--appearing next to that bewildered ash blonde that wished you ''would just go off and die already!".

Now, as the air cooled and the color of the room shifted from amber to pale cerulean; you turned the desk lamp on and tore out a piece of notebook paper. You pulled some pencils and pens out from the box they had left you with, and started drawing.

The first picture you had drawn was a smiling portrait of your foster-brother; which was now taped up in the center of the wall opposite your bed. Around it, your had begun to tape up pictures of your class mates. Moments and memories of them, what small bits in your mind that were free of memorized school work. You could let them out then, unto the paper, to be immortalized in lead strokes and ink stains.

You even kept one of Nezu, sketched one evening after he had arrived with a teacher by the name of Midnight, asking for preferences concerning toiletries. One day, you promised, you would show him your appreciation. The drawing was there to remind you, just like they all were.

Today was an image of Sato and Shoji, who had worked with you during practical training. Between Sato's immense strength and Shoji's unusual anatomy, you were able to practice some interesting evasive maneuvers. Due to knowing you weren't in a life or death situation, you had found it difficult at first to tap into your skill set since starting at U.A.; but with every class, it got easier. The muscle memory that had been buried so deep beneath repressed images of the Cistern could resurface, and it felt almost as natural as scaling through the alleys of Naruhata.

Almost.

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"If there are any details in particular you would like for your Hero equipment, please describe in the boxes below:"

You stare at the packet with disdain in your eyes.

I want my old uniform back..

But, as Kirishima might say: 'It's not very heroic.'

True enough. But black hid well in the shadows, and the idea of going without a mask made you feel sick. Despite how you may have hated being 'Demon', you missed the comfort of something pressed to your face--a shield between you and the outside.

Already you could tell this was going to take all night. Nezu had left it in a manila folder beneath the door of your dorm while you had been out training, with instructions to hand it over to Aizawa the following day.

You heave a sigh, moving to sit at the end of your bed, eyes finding the sketch of your foster brother on the opposite wall. His chartreuse hair had been colored in with a vibrant highlighter.

"I think.. I think I'll be something like.. Star Man! Or.. The Blazing Star!" He thrusts his arms in the air, excited, and so loud you slightly cover your ears.

"Sorry," He says quickly, hands touching your wrists. "I was just excited."

"S'okay." You smile, hands returning to your lap.

"Hmm.. What do you want your name to be?" He asks, pulling out his notebook.

"Oh.. Uh.."

"Hey, it's no rush or anything. I can give you some ideas if you want!"

"Okay."

"Let's see.. You'll be really fast and super quiet.. Bullet trains are like that! Ah, but I guess that's not really girly though."

You giggle, shaking your head. "Those are too fast!"

"Of course that's the part you're worried about. It's just for show, it doesn't have to be all that realistic." He muses, flipping through the pages and finding his old 'how to make y/n a hero' notes.

"Hey, if you use those ninja stars like in the video game--you could be Ninja Star! My sister-hero!"

You giggle again, but give him a tight nod. "That one's cool."

Too bad shuriken weren't your ranged weapon of choice.

The memory makes you smile though.

You start with what you knew; describing the intricacies of your old uniform's functions--the soles of your boots, the gloves, how you preferred the fabric. You would need utility belts or some of other form of storage. A hood.

Fortunately, working under the H.H. Organization had made you pretty familiar with the intricacies of hero equipment; though it was usually built to accommodate quirks. Ironic, however, considering technology could replicate the usefulness of less flashy quirks--like your dim-light enhancers in your old mask. It almost felt wrong to ask for it, but you do anyway.

But, then.. As you pencil in the last bit of that information, you were once again stuck. Who did you want to be?

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"Are you sure?"

You look up at Aizawa, who's fingers gripped the edges of the packet you had given him. He was reading through it, and at the top was your requested Hero name.

You nod, "Yes sir."

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Sting casually crosses his arms while he leans into the bar, eyeing up the new recruits.

"I'm calling them my Vanguard.." Shigaraki announces, lips drawn in a large chapped grin. "I have to say, I'm pretty impressed with those.. Intelligence gathering skills you possess."

Sting mirrors his grin, giving him a respectful nod. "Of course. I told you, I don't disappoint."

When the strange man-child returns to his new 'friends', Sting inwardly cringes. What had originally been an advantageous relationship had suddenly turned sour--when Kurogiri managed to find his still bleeding body in the abandoned office building.

Now, he owed them.

"Sting." Kurogiri calls him, and the mutant wants to groan.

"Yeah?"

"There's something else we need you to investigate." As though in preparation for his next few words, he slides a glass over to him. His usual order had been vodka.

Surprise surprise. Sting looks at the glass before taking it, mandibles briefly separating from his cheeks as he takes a drink. After it clinks against the bar top:

"What is it?"

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The written exam came and went. Your Hero Costume was still in development, but you collaborated with Aizawa and managed to find something suitable for the practical. You convinced him that black sweats and similar top would be fine, and once again went in without weapons.

Though surprisingly, you had passed the practical exam alongside Hagakure and Shoji; using his distraction and her invisibility to incapacitate pro-hero Snipe. It was the first time you had ever truly collaborated with someone rather than ordering lackeys about, so you let them lead the way. You were tasked with removing his weapons while Hagakure safely placed the cuffs on his wrists unseen--it was a smooth success.

"Hey, you guys did great!" Midoriya exclaims, turning on his heel as you walked into the viewing room.

"Thanks," Shoji cuts in first, just behind you. You manage to satisfy with a simple nod and smile.

"We were so cool!" Hagakure's gloves present the idea she has both arms in the air to emphasize her excitement.

Despite the rising spirits of your classmates due to the victory, you couldn't help the swelling of apprehension in your chest. You moved up to stand next to Midoriya as the large screen flickered and followed Mina and Kaminari into a maze-like industrial area. Not too different from the Industrial Park where you had met the boy on your right.

It actually weighed on you a little, knowing Kirishima had not passed his practical exam. You almost wanted to see him, but he wasn't around at the moment--probably with Bakugou somewhere. Usually, that's where you would want to be.. But watching the following matches interested you too much. You wanted to see the Pro-heroes in action. You wanted to see the abilities of your classmates up close, outside of sparring.

"You're fighting All Might." You say it, more so than ask it.

Midoriya glances over at you and hums in agreement before his big eyes focus on the screen again. There was something about your quiet that felt conflicting to him. It was comforting, in the way that you wouldn't push boundaries; but also unsettling. He usually chalked that up to your 'quirk' though.

You don't ask if he's made a plan yet. That was a moot point. There was a reason Midoriya was here and Bakugou wasn't.

"I think you'll do great."

Midoriya's surprised by your encouragement. He'd received it from Ururaka and Iida already, but hearing it from you was staggering. Not that he would ever describe you as unkind, but you were certainly reserved. You said little in class, and ever since you had begun sitting with Kaachan and Kirishima at lunch, he'd barely heard from you.

He supposed to was nice to know his childhood friend wasn't rubbing off on you.

"Thank you." He says it in a way that mirrors your sincerity, and succumbs to the silence afterward.

Later, you quietly congratulate both Ururaka and Iida as they pass their exams, giving them more of Midoriya's space. You hadn't doubted them.

When it finally came time and Midoriya left for his own practical exam, you could feel the room grow tense. Hardly a word was said, and you caught the nervous fidgets between Ururaka and Recovery Girl. Even Iida seemed to hold his breath.

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The screen lit up with explosion after explosion after explosion.. Some gritted their teeth, others were sweating as though they could feel the boys' exhaustion for themselves.

You appeared calm, but your hands were in fists too.

Failing the exam didn't mean the end of the world. But knowing how it would crush their hearts, you hoped and cheered for them inwardly--just like you had during the Sports Festival.

If anyone could defeat the impossible, it was them.

And, seeing as their opponent was the Symbol of Peace, All Might, Number One--that felt like a pretty impossible circumstance, weights or no.

Earlier, in light of Ururaka's questioning, Recovery Girl had given a bit of commentary that interested you. That Midoriya viewed All Might as a God, as someone that was above everything. What would you do, if you had to fight All Might?

To the likes of you, he certainly seemed like a God.

But then, watching Bakugou give himself out against his opponent--going past his limits to the point of unconsciousness--and allowing his comrade to finish the goal (after retrieving him of course, because it was Midoriya); you feel a spark ignite.

Heroes never give up, no matter how bad it gets!

And so, neither would you. Even if you had to fight All Might.

Because you were a hero now.

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"Awe maaan!" Kirishima wails, shoulders drooping. You stop when you make it up next to him, letting the other students pass by, all heading home with big smiles and chatting about plans for the summer. Aizawa had announced there would be a Summer Camping trip that would include specialized hero training--and those that failed the exam would have even more training, since they were 'obviously lacking'. Kirishima being one of them.

Your heart went out to him. In your mind, he deserved better--but lessons must still be learned. Though, you wondered how 'fair' your exam had been, considering it was the only one with a three versus one ratio.

"I mean, don't get me wrong-" He continues talking, already aware you weren't going to respond--"I'm glad I'm still going to the camping trip n' all, but.. Those extra classes are going to be killer. And I'm kinda embarrassed."

"That's what you get for not listening to my advice." Bakugou chimes in, hands in his pockets as he slows as well. "You better pick yourself back up Shittyhair!"

"Yeah, I know.." He says, still a little glum. "But hey, at least we get a few days off. What are you guys gonna be doing?"

"Tch. Training."

"Of course you are. But you can't do that all the time." Kirishima gives him an apathetic look before turning his attention back on you. "What about you, huh? I bet there's a lot of stuff you've wanted to do since getting out of.. That place."

Put on the spot, you meagerly glance at the dorms out ahead of you. Really, you hadn't thought about it. You were still taking days one at a time.

You choose to say something cheeky to avoid the subject.

A shrug, "Probably just training."

"Whaat?" Kirishima huffs, "You're kidding right? You both are."

Bakugou gives you a very narrowed-eye glare. "You just said that because I said that. Stop being a Creep, Twinkle-toes." He gruffs, then starts walking again.

"Wha--Bakugou was that really--hey, where are you going?"

"Home, duh. I'm done talking, I have things I gotta do."

He saw through you. The thought makes you smile, despite the situation. "Honestly Kirishima," you start back up again, after the blonde was far enough out of earshot. "I haven't thought about it. The girls mentioned getting together but.. I'm taking things one day at a time."

"Yeah, I get it." He rubs the back of his neck, shaking his head and smiling at the disappearing image of his friend at the gate of U.A.. "If you need anything though, let me know okay? Any of us really. You have our numbers right?"

You nod, "Thanks."

"Anytime. Later!" He gives a little wave and starts walking again, eventually joining up with a nose-to-his-phone Sero. Once he realizes where Kirishima had come from, he also gives you a little wave before they walk away.

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Vrr

Next to your notebook on the desk, your borrowed cell phone vibrates to life. It's a text message.

Asui Tsuyu: Hey! It's Tsu. We're visiting the school to get permission to use the pool, we were wondering if you wanted to go too?

You hesitate over the screen.

It had only been a few days since summer had started, and you had already begun to miss the daily interactions with your classmates. A part of you feels almost giddy at the idea of spending time with them, even if you're just being quiet most of the time.

Yet.. It would be swimming. The last time you'd been in water had been so unpleasant, you barely remembered it. The idea of setting your feet in the water sent a strange chill through your body.

But you're in school to become a hero. You can't afford to be afraid of something so abundant. Confident you had enough self-control to deal with the situation, you reply with a simple:

You: Sure!

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x f!reader #bakugou x you #katsuki x reader #bnha fanfiction #slow burn #deku #todoroki shoto #iida tenya #eijiro kirishima #demon #bakugou x y/n #katsuki x y/n

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haderberkman · 4 years

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I Think I’m In Love

Bill Hader X F Reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @takemeback-to-the-nightwemet

Y/N couldn’t not deny the fact that she was in love with Bill. How could she not be with his amazing personality, perfect cheekbones, sharp jawline, and sparkling blue eyes. She fell for him the first time she met him, but little did Y/N know, Bill was struggling with the same thing.

Bill thought Y/N was absolutely gorgeous with her pretty y/e/c eyes, flowing y/h/c hair, and perfect smile. He wanted her so bad, but he was too afraid to tell her just like she was afraid to tell him.

Everyone else around the SNL office knew that Y/N and Bill like each other. Fred and Seth had tried to convince Bill to ‘make a move’ on her, but he refused. So, Fred and Seth did the only logical thing they could think of, write a sketch where Bill had to kiss Y/N.

They decided to write another rendition of ‘The Californians’ where Devin, Bill’s character, confesses his love for Bridgett, Y/N’s character. As soon as the table read was over, Bill cornered Fred and Seth.

“Why did you guys do that?”

“What are you talking about Bill? It’s just a sketch.”

“You guys know how I feel about her. Why would you do this?”

Bill looked at his friends with sadness in his eyes, then turned and walked away. Fred and Seth felt a little bad about what they did, but they still had hope that their plan would work.

Kristen watched as Y/N paced in the hallway mumbling to herself. Y/N was nervous about the sketch and fact that she had to kiss Bill. She wasn’t opposed to the thought of kissing him, she just didn’t want to ruin any chances she had with him.

“Y/N, Earth to Y/N! You’re really freaking me out.”

“Huh, what. I’m sorry Kristen. I’m just worried about having to kiss Bill. I’m scared that I’m gonna mess it up and things will awkward between us.”

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna do great. I just know you will.”

“I really like him, you know.”

“Aw, sweetheart. I know you do.”

Y/N sighed and hugged hugged Kristen. She pulled away, and they walked down the hall to get lunch. Bill came from around the corner after hearing them walk away. He couldn’t believe that Y/N liked him back.

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It was finally Saturday, and Y/N and Bill were both nervous about ‘The Californians’ sketch. They had ran through the sketch a couple of times, but they haven’t actually practiced the kiss.

Y/N was getting her costume situated when she heard a knock on her dressing room door. She walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Bill standing there in his Devin costume.

“Hey, Y/N. We’re ready to do a run through of ‘The Californians’ sketch. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Alright, let’s go. Hey, also I wanted to talk to you about the kiss.”

“Okay, sure. Go ahead.”

“So, I’m thinking that we do a fake kiss, but make it look real. What do you think?”

“Uh y-yeah, that’s uh cool with me.”

Bill smiled to himself. His plan was falling into place. On the other hand, Y/N didn’t know how to feel. She didn’t want to make Bill feel uncomfortable, but she wanted to do a good performance.

They both got into their places and did the scene. The fake kiss was awkward and nerve wracking, but Y/N managed to get through it.

Now, it was show time. ‘The Californians’ sketch was set to be last sketch on the night. As usual, Bill started breaking character while doing Stefon, and he only had one mild anxiety attack which is better that usual.

‘The Californians’ sketch was up and everyone got into their places. The lights came on, and the first part started. Y/N wasn’t in the first part of the sketch so she was watching from backstage, smiling at Bill.

The first part ended and the second on began. As soon as the lights came on, Fred started saying his lines.

“Thanks for helping me sort these jelly beans, Bridgett. It would have been super hard to do it by myself.”

“It’s no problem, Stuart. I know how much you like jelly beans.”

Bill’s character entered the sketch and started speaking to Fred and Y/N’s characters.

“You know, I like jelly beans too.”

“Devin, w-what are you doing here?”

“Well, I left Mulholland and got on the 405 South, then switched over to the 10. Then I got on San Vicente and drove here. Anyways, I’m here to see your sister, Bridgett. There’s something important I have to tell her.”

Bill walked over to Y/N and stood in front of her, saying his next lines.

“Look, Bridgett. I think I’m in love and it’s with you. I’ve liked you since I met you, and I want you to be with me. I want people to look at you and say ‘Yeah, that’s Devin’s girl.’ And I think that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Y/N stood frozen in front of Bill, not remembering any of her lines or thinking about looking at the cue cards. Every word that came out of Bill’s mouth wasn’t scripted or on the cue cards. Before Y/N could form any words to say, Bill kissed her and it wasn’t a fake kiss.

Bill put all his feelings for her into the kiss and as soon as Y/N started to kiss him back, he pulled away. They continued with the rest of the sketch, and when it was over, Bill rushed off the stage headed to the backstage area. Y/N noticed and followed after him.

“Bill, wait. Please.”

Bill automatically stopped when he heard her voice call out to him. He slowly turned around and came face to face with Y/N.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I embarrassed you and myself on live tv. I took a chance telling you how I felt, and I thought you liked me too.”

“I do like you, Bill. I’ve liked you since I met you at our auditions. How could I not fall for you, you’re amazing.”

Suddenly, Bill pulled Y/N to him and connected their lips together. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. Bill remembered where they were and he pulled away from her.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you as Bill and not some character.”

Y/N chuckled and Bill hugged her tightly. When he let her go, there was a loud applause and they looked around to find their SNL cast mates and friends watching them.

Y/N blushed profusely and hid her face in Bill’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled at his friends. He knew he’d have to thank Fred and Seth for their amazing sketch idea.

#bill hader #bill hader x reader #bill hader imagine #bill hader snl #the californians

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Matchup! ( ﾟヮﾟ)

hiya! I only just found your amazing blog and I was wondering if I could get a ship for IkeSen?

Basics~ I’m a straight Australian/scottish female (also huffelpuff) with longish brown wavy hair, green eyes, freckles and dimples. I’m somewhat average weight but with more of an athletic build. People are always trying to hug me even though I hate hugs and also squish my cheeks. Im very ticklish and if someone tickles me I will fight back.

Personality~ I have an INFP personality type which really explains a lot about me. I hate talking about how I feel with people and tend to just ignore feeling like sadness or anger, but then I love it when people rant to me about their own problems since I like giving advice. So I guess im quite reserved, which I think annoys people who don’t know me to well. For me, being reserved means a lot of awkwardness, and when at school I tend to just stare out the window (if I have no friends in that class) If I am comfortable about someone I love deep conversations. Like, not necessarily about proper issues more about dumb stuff like how we are our soulmate from a past live (idk me and my friend talked about that one for ages) I also have a weird laugh but oh well…

I’ve always been quite spiritual I guess, and would always see and hear things that my family wouldn’t. I used to be really quite when I was younger, not really because I was that shy or anything but more because I had a very active mind. That got better as I grew older, but im still really into tarot reading and all that squiz! Aries is my zodiac and im very passionate about research and trying to figure out strangers zodiacs.

My hobbies include: field hockey, swimming, reading (ASOIAF over and over) binge watching shows, drawing, collecting stones and making stone pets, sewing and making clothes, stargazing, researching the biology of strange insects, journalling, baking, gardening, going on rides with friends and being in my hammock for hours.

Things I dislike are: sleeping in (im an early bird), when people ask personal questions and I hardly know them, when my friends fight (im usually not apart of that), getting chilblains on my toes, when my neighbours dog won’t stop barking, tarragon (ew!), throne of glass book series (sorry, just can’t, nothing against the author), randomly judgmental people (like if you smile at them and they scoff, arggghh im already socially awkward safe me!) and the character Hannah from dark on Netflix.

- Thanks so much, I may go stalk your account now. ღ ღ

@ophelias-flower-bed

Hi hi dear! ❤🦊Thank you so much for the request! I’m sorry for taking sooo freaken long with this!🦋🥰 Hehe, hope you have a super good day! And I hope you enjoy this, love! ❤🌻🦋

I match you with……………… Yoshimoto

After having arrived back in the past and saving Nobunaga’s life you were settling in rather nicely. The warlords had gotten used to their new reserved princess, who, low key kept to herself. It had taken you a while to get Hideyoshi to trust you, mainly cause when you did communicate with him, you would awkwardly stumble over your words. Although after some time, he had come to realize that you were just a reserved little cinnaroll.

You worked extremely hard for the castle and its people, and you were starting to wear thin

As an apology for suspecting you of being an assassin, Hideyoshi showered you with gifts and turned into a big brother figure. He noticed pretty early on that you never really talked about your feelings, but the exhaustion from working hard was painted clear as day across your face. He shooed you to the markets with a bag of coins and told you to treat yourself.

You walked around the market aimlessly when a fabric stall caught your attention. The fabrics were dyed bright colours and incredibly soft. Your fingertips danced across each of the blots until you found one that you liked. You hadn’t sewn or made any clothes since arriving in the past, and you low key missed it. As you went to pay for the fabric and a few sewing notions, a loud voice boomed behind you, “What a beautiful design.” You tuned back to find a beautiful man dressed in a rather extravagant kimono. You gave a small smile, not really knowing what to say in these situations and left.

A few days later, you had successfully made your first kimono of the past and decided to test it out by going to a teahouse, to peacefully sit and sip on some tea. You sat outside, enjoying the warm sun as you looked out onto the beautiful scene before you. The teahouse had a beautiful garden, and you couldn’t help but feel inspired to draw it.

Yoshimoto had just finished spying on the Oda forces, when he spotted you sketching in the summer sun. He curiously made his way up to your table and sat down. He was low key thankful for the fact that the teahouse was packed. The only open seats to chose from was the one opposite you and one on the other far corner of the tea-house.

Your eyes shot up curiously at the new presence at your table. He simply gave you a kind smile, “Wow did you make that from the fabric, it’s absolutely stunning! You are a very talented seamstress little bird.” You gave a weary laugh in your usual awkward way, and told him that you were no seamstress, rather that you enjoyed making clothes for fun. He smiled as he sipped on his tea and watched you draw.

A light conversation flowed between the two of you, and you found yourself actually enjoying is company. In the weeks to follow, you had run into the man more and more. These run-ins would usually take place in fabric shops, and end with the two of you sitting down to have tea together.

He honestly loved your accent, and that you would listen to him rant about all his problems. He loved the way your eyes would light up whenever he would ask your opinion on a matter. He especially loved that unusual laugh you would do, whenever he complained about one of his travelling companions always wanting to pick a fight with him. As the two of you got to know each other better you found yourself opening up more and more to him

He found your love for zodiac and tarot extremely amusing. He would ask you all about it, even wanting to know what his sign was and the traits that would go along with it. Definitely asked you more than once to read his cards. He even low key wanted to try his hand at reading your cards for you. It was also at this point when you low key told him you loved to collect rocks.

He wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, but Yoshimoto found himself completely in love with you. You had honestly been the first person to see him for him and not as some extravagant man or the head of his clan. He would often take you on horse riding trips outside of the town. His favourite spot to take you was the beach, cause you would always get that excited glint in your eyes at the idea of finding some cool new rocks for your collection.

The two of you would walk together for hours looking at and showing off cool rocks you had found on the sand or in a nearby cave. Sometime you cuties would have a competition as to who could make the best stone pet. Yoshi has had a hard life having to burden the responsibility of being the head of his clan, but during time like this with you, he felt completely relaxed and at ease.

One day Yoshi found a bright red ruby during one of your dates on the beach. He carefully tucked it away before you could spot it. He gave the stone to Shingen and asked him to turn it into a dainty necklace for you, setting his plan in action. He had planned out the perfect date to give it to you and confess his love. After a week of reporting back to Kenshin and Shingen, he made his way back to Azuchi to spend some more time with you.

At this point, both of you knew of each other’s secret identities. You knew he was an enemy spy and the head of an enemy clan and he knew you were an Oda princess, but that never stop the two of you from hanging out with each other. You always missed him when he would go home to report back. So much so that even the Oda forces suspected that you had a special someone in your life. TBH when yoshi was away he would write the most beautiful poems and letters to you. They were never too romantic as the two of you had only been friends, but they did speak of how much he missed you.

On his way back, he spotted you in the forest with a notebook in hand sketching out strange little bugs that you had found. No matter how long he has known you, every time he saw you, you managed to surprise him. He walked his way up to you and glanced down at your notebook, you low key smacked his chest for scaring you. He spent the afternoon with you looking at strange bugs and telling you about the biology of the ones he knew. He was slightly surprised, as he never realized how many different types of bugs actually existed and inhibited the forest.

As evening fell, he took your hand and helped you onto his horse to take you to a surprise destination. You rode until the sun was well beneath the horizon and finally arrived on the hop of a big hill. He carefully helped you down and lead you to a little picnic that he had set out for the two of you.

He remembered that you had mentioned during your various conversations that you also loved stargazing and it just so happened that he too was a lover of the stars. He had told you that on that particular evening there would be a meteor shower.

The two of you sat and chatted in deep conversation about soul mates and past lives as you waited for the meteor shower to start. The two of you sat and looked up at the heavens as the meteor shower started. After the last star shot across the sky, Yoshimoto presented you with the ruby necklace and a small little ruby rock pet. He smiled as he told you that a friend of his *cough Sasuke cough* had told him the significance of giving someone a ruby and that he thought it was rather fitting for this situation.

After that, you decided to move to Kasugayama castle with Yoshi to get to know him better. You weren’t even there two days and you were named as the official castle seamstress by Kenshin due to the beautiful clothes you made. The bunny lord loved your kimonos so much that he commissioned you to make a few tiny ones for his beloved bunnies

Yoshi couldn't helps but smiles as you would sit in the council room, silently looking out of the window. He loved watching the shocked expressions that would play across his friends’ faces whenever you would instantly open up whenever he walked into the room.

He was absolutely over the moon when he found out the two of you had a hobby in common, that being gardening. He legit loves to spend hours with you outdoors as the two of you dig in the dirt and plant some beautiful flowers. Sometimes if he is feeling playful, he will try and tickle you, which usually ends up in a bit of a tickle/mud fight.

Because Yoshi is a warlord, he needs to stay fit and keep up with his training so when you tell him about your favourite sports he absolutely wants to include them in his training regimen, as a way to stay fit and spend time with you. He 100% drags his Kasugayama friends out to the open field so that all of you can play a match of field hockey. Thanks to Sasuke’s amazing ninja skills, he managed to construct a makeshift goal and hokey equipment for everyone.

Usually in the summer when it is scorching hot, Yoshi would take you to a nearby waterfall or beautiful lake to swim to your heart’s content and to cool down from the scorching sun.

He absolutely loves, loves, loves it when you surprise him with baked goods, and will 9/10 time go and brag about your fantastic baking skills to his cousin.

His all-time favourite thing is to lay in a hammock with you in his arms as you read. He would usually just sit and watch you read occasionally falling asleep while gently holding you.

Yoshi knows you hate hugs so he will keep them to a minimum, but he honestly can’t help but want to warp you up in his arms or pinch those cute cheeks of yours. His favorite thing in the world is to drop a small kiss on your dimples, as he finds them incredibly cute.

Often the two of you will be out on some fun adventure together, collecting rocks or having a blast. Quiet times between the two of you would usually involve merely enjoying each other company in random deep conversations.

Other potential matches……………. Kennyo

I hope you have a super good day!❤🦋🥰

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The Dare: A Guns N’ Roses FanFic

Chapter 24: Trixy that Bitch

(Masterlist)

Taglist: @queen-crue @gingerspicetalks

Delilah sat at the kitchen in the guys apartment listening from a distance as they practiced for their next gig. Sitting in the disgusting kitchen wasn’t her first choice, but at the moment she didn’t want to be alone.

She hadn’t heard him when he first walked in, but that wasn’t uncommon for Izzy. Izzy was always a ghost to Delilah. Never here nor there, but still present when needed. There was something off about him, but she just shrugged it off. She never throught that he would be hooked on drugs or even associated with them. She would soon find out that she was more wrong.

“You know you’re really good at that,” Izzy pointed out to Delilah as he watched her sketch.

“Thanks, Izz. Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that...it’s just what everyone else calls you so I thought,” before Delilah could continued rambling Izzy interrupted her with laughing.

“Izz is fine, I have been called much worse,” he shrugged earning a giggle from the girl.

“I’m assuming that’s for Duff,” Izzy watched as she was shading Duff’s hair.

“Yeah, please don’t tell him I want it to be a surprise for him,” Izzy watched as she smiled from ear to ear.

“Of course! .....You doing okay? You have seemed off lately. If you ever need to talk, you know where I live,” he replied.

“Why do you ask?” Delilah scrunched her face at Izzy. What did Duff or Axl tell him?

“Well you have a perfectly clean apartment that isn’t full of bugs, and yet you draw here,” Izzy wondered if she didn’t want to be alone. That had to be it. No doubt both of her roommates were busy working, so she would be completely alone.

“Don’t make fun of me, but it’s too quiet. Plus most of the bugs are either in the pantry or living room, not by this table that Mags and I religiously clean,” Izzy nodded at the girl’s sheepish response.

“No I get ya, the quiet is nice, but sometimes it’s eerie,” he shrugged before he grabbed a beer from the fridge and offered another to Delilah.

“I know what you’re thinking, it’s too early to drink, but we both know that our tap water is questionable to say the least, and the beer is the only drink we have cold,” Izzy offered the girl a beer again and she eventually caved.

“Just don’t chug it okay?”

“I promise,” Delilah held her pinky up as she spoke.

“Hey Delly,” she felt is warm arms wrap around her. On any other day she would have been ecstatic, but not today. It was hot as fuck, at least 100 degrees and she hated it.

Mags ended up loaning Delilah a crop top and a pair of cloth shorts she had to roll up to get them to fit around her waist.

“Want a beer?” Delilah escaped Duff’s embrace and walked towards the fridge. Izzy rolled his eyes and elbowed him, making him stop checking out Delilah. Izzy shared a look with Duff before he left.

“Thanks Delly,” Duff sat down at the chair next to where she was sitting and started to look though the sketch book.

The first think he noticed was that a lot of the pages were torn out. Were they of drawings she hated or drawings she wished she could forget?

“You’re talented,” Duff scanned the picture that she drew of himself. He wondered how long she had been working on it.

“Heeey that was supposed to be a surprise!” She pulled the sketchbook from him earning a laugh from Duff. He watched her as she quickly closed it. He couldn’t tell if maybe the heat had something to do with it, but she was blushing, heavily blushing.

“How about I’ll pretend to be surprised when I when you show it to me?” Duff couldn’t help but join her in laughing, her laugh was contagious. He would do anything to make her laugh.

“That sounds perfect,” she smiled back feeling butterflies grow in her stomach.

He stood up and whispered in her ear. “The guys are taking a smoke break, I wanna show you something,” he whispered into Delilah’s right ear before beginning to kiss Delilah’s sweet spot on her neck.

When she showed up this morning, Duff wanted to take her to his bed and fuck her right then and there. She was barely wearing clothing. She had on a bright blue crop top that left little to the imagination, and when paired with her barely there shorts, it took every ounce of Duff’s will power to not take her to his room.

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“What a slut,” Trixy sat at the kitchen table looking through Delilah’s sketch book.

“Like you’re any better,” Izzy took another drag of his cigarette. Delilah and Trixy didn’t have a lot in common, but being loud in bed was one of the few things.

“Shut up Izzy no one asked for your opinion,” Trixy snapped back. Why was everyone so quick to defend Delilah. Something was off about the girl, and she was determined to find out what it was.

“No one asked for you to be here,” Izzy went back to the living room to join Slash when Axl showed up.

“Why are you going through Delilah’s sketchbook?” Axl had seen her sketching in it a few weeks back when they were designing the logo.

“She left it out, so I am going through it,” she shrugged returning to searching through the drawings.

“Like who is this guy? Like honestly she could be cheating on Duff, but she just giggles and bats her eyelashes and y’all let her do whatever she wants. She has you all wrapped around her finger, and somehow you guys don’t notice it. She was gone for a week and you all didn’t care,” before Trixy could continue Axl interrupted her.

“Shut up Trixy and leave her the fuck alone,” Axl was done with her bullshit. The apartment went silent as he yelled at her.

“Ohh you’re quick to defend her,” Trixy rolled her eyes and turned her attention to him.

Even her own boyfriend was defending the bitch.

“You’re quick to being a fucking bitch,” Axl howled back.

“Can you two stop fighting, I would rather listen to Duff finger Del than you two scream at each other,” Izzy yelled from the other room.

Slash’s laughter quickly filled the apartment.

“Jesus Christ,” Steven mumbled leaning back in his seat not wanting to know what was going to unfold.

Izzy and Slash, in fear of Axl doing something that he will regret, joined Axl and Trixy in the kitchen.

“Shut up, Izzy! Axl it’s like you’re fucking her or something! What is she fucking all of you guys or something? Axl are you cheating on me with that religious bitch?” Trixy yelled.

Slash rolled his eyes after every wild accusation Trixy said. It was clear she wasn’t thinking straight. Slash stood in front of Axl in between him and Trixy, blocking his line of path.

“Don’t tell my band mates to shut the fuck. If anyone is a whore it’s you!” Slash interrupted Axl before he could continued.

Izzy shot Slash a warning look to watch his temper before Slash’s voice was the only noise that filled the room, “get your ass out of here and cool down.” His tone was calm and warning at the same time.

In an instant it could escalate beyond their control.

“Can you put that down please?” Delilah’s soft tone had cut through the room. Everyone looked at her and Duff as they stood in the kitchen doorway.

There was no way that Duff and Delilah didn’t hear what was going on in the kitchen. This was only going to get worse.

“Trixy, can you please hand me my drawing pad,” Delilah stuck out her hand waiting for Trixy to offer it, but she never did.

Delilah took a deep breath and took another step forward. What the hell was wrong with Trixy?

“You are fucking her,” it was as if Trixy had an epiphany. She looked around the room to see the guys all starring at Delilah. In her blind rage, Trixy missed the actual expression on their faces. They were worried. Not for what Trixy would do, but what Delilah was capable of.

“My drawing pad, can I please have it,” Delilah asked again, her tone getting a little more sharp. The please was only there to attempt to make some sort of peace. Delilah could read the room like a book. This was a scene she had seen many times at home. It was an interrogation, but instead of a broken plate Trixy was accusing Delilah of so much more. Delilah held her hand out waiting for Trixy to hand it to her.

“Why? To busy drawing your other lovers in it?” Trixy held the picture of Delilah’s older brother, showing it to the room.

“Give me back my fucking drawing pad!” Delilah screamed, and Duff quickly held her arm holding her back. He tried to calm her by rubbing his thumb on the top of her hand, but he knew it wasn’t working.

The room once again fell silent. All eyes on Delilah. Everyone was in postion and ready for whatever the hell was about to happen. Either Delilah was going to lunge at Trixy, or Trixy was going to attack Delilah.

“Grow the fuck up Trixy. Cut the bullshit, and hand her the drawing pad,” Duff was over with Trixy’s shit, so was everyone else. Why the fuck was Axl still fucking her?

The sound of ripped paper filled the room, followed by Trixy saying, “Fine here Duff, don’t worry I removed the drawing of the bastard she is cheating on you with.”

It was like a bomb had gone off in Delilah. Something must had snapped in her because the second Duff let go of Delilah’s hand to grab the pad, she lunged at Trixy.

“That’s my fucking dead brother you fucking bitch,” Delilah screamed and lunged after Trixy. All Delilah could do was punch her before Duff pulled her back.

Trixy fell on the ground and held her cheek where Delilah had hit her.

“I drew that picture the last night I saw him. It’s the last drawing I have ever shown him. How fucking dare you!” Tears we’re streaming down Delilah face as Duff carried her to his room. He was terrified. He had never seen this side of her, and he wanted to make sure he never had to ever again.

“Breathe, just breathe,” Duff refused to stop hugging her as he held her in his arms. The two of them stood in his room neither wanting to let go.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. If you want to break up with me because I’m a bitch, I get it. If you think I’m a crazy bitch, I don’t blame you either. Just at least let me down gently because I fucked up the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time...and...and,” Duff interrupted Delilah before she could continue hyperventilating.

“Shhh shh shhh, just breathe Delilah it’s going to be okay. I’m not going to break up with you. You’re one of the best things to happen to me. Just breathe Delilah. Okay? Just breathe. It’s going to be okay,” Duff whispered into her ear before pulling her in closer.

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radioromantic-moved · 4 years

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All the AU asks for Rainbow and Rarity? :33

(TY!!!! i’m gonna put these under a cut cause they might get long jjdhjdhn also to make things easier we’re gonna be human by default (or otherwise if the au calls for it) and in a poly relationship...raridash rights)

cowboy AU: who’s the protective sheriff? who’s the tough outlaw? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

okay so dash would DEFINITELY be an outlaw cause that’s just how she rolls! she’s wanted everywhere she travels and she’s notorious for just how fast she is--she’ll get in, get out, and you’ll be cleaned out before you ever knew she was there. she does have a soft spot, though--she’ll never hurt kids, and is careful to never do anything to put them in danger

i’d be the sheriff! i probably have a fair bit of anxiety surrounding my ability to protect the people i’m responsible for and therefore have a tendency to overwork myself. when dash starts causing trouble in town i immediately jump into action

rarity would be one of those saloon dancer girls? you know the ones. she and i are friends because the saloon she works at is the first place i go to when i’m feeling upset and she’s always a really good listener who genuinely cares

i end up being the first person to come face to face with dash during a robbery. she ends up escaping but that’s not the last we see of each other--she’s back a few days later, and a few days more, until i start wondering if she’s playing with me on purpose...we have that flirty rivals dynamic a little bit

florist and tattoo artist AU: who owns the floral shop? who owns the tattoo parlor across the street? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

this sounds crazy but...rarity as a tattoo artist?? she has the artistic eye and i can definitely see her being intrigued by more “natural” designs to the point where she visits a floral shop to get inspiration

dash and i could run the florists together! she’s drawn to more “exotic” (read: dangerous) plants like flytraps and ones that are kind of poisonous. i just like colorful flowers and plants with interesting biological processes

so rarity starts coming in to sketch designs and ends up befriending both of us on alternate shifts...dash comes into the tattoo parlor to ask for a design but also just to talk

we end up surprising her with a bouquet we put together of the most beautiful flowers we could find and she...she probably tears up to be honest. i think it’s the kind of gesture she’d appreciate

pirate AU: who’s the infamous captain of the ship? who’s the determined stowaway that joins the crew? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

dash is DEFINITELY the captain. she canonically loves piratey stuff. probably unbeaten in any duel. she’s a legend across the high seas!

i’m her dedicated first mate who plans stuff and makes maps. i’m not as good with the fighting and plundering but i know more about how to silence a siren than anyone else on the ocean and i’m the most trustworthy friend dash has.

rarity is a high-class member of nobility who feels stifled by her constant responsibility and longs for something more--something adventurous.

so she stows away on our ship! she’s eventually discovered because she tries to sneak up at night to steal a few things to keep herself clean. dash originally tries to hold her for ransom but eventually she starts to grow on the whole crew and us especially

arranged marriage AU: who’s the one being shipped off to an unfamiliar kingdom? who’s the heir that has to welcome their betrothed? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

royal and guard AU: who is the confined royal? who is their dutiful guard? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

okay i combined these two into one because me as the isolated royal of a small kingdom with dash as my unfalteringly loyal royal guard?? good 👏 shit👏

rarity is the heir to the throne of a much larger kingdom rich in jewels and treasures. ocassional rumors pass through the kingdom about their princess’s supposed magical ability to divine the location of gemstones

a marriage between our two kingdoms would vastly improve the financial wellbeing of my kingdom so i’m sent off to get married. dash comes along to protect me. neither of us are particularly happy about this initially because we may or may not have been carrying on a secret relationship beneath the knowledge of the other members of the kingdom

but then we meet the princess, who is genuinely kind and generous and cares so deeply for the people of her kingdom, and hey, maybe this arranged marriage deal won’t be so bad after all

mafia AU: who is the ruthless leader? who is their loyal second in command? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

listen...do i have any of the required traits to lead the mob? no. am i going to say that i lead the mob here? yes. yes i am. i have everything planned out, down to the littlest detail, and i know that my subordinates have the talent to pull it off.

dash is my second in command, famous for her flawless capability to pull off anything demanded of her, no matter how complicated or how high the stakes. you don’t want to have her coming after you.

rarity is an informant. she can charm information out of absolutely anyone, and she’s not just a pretty face, either. she’s clever enough to put together pieces based on what you didn’t say--the way your eyes nervously dart back and forth, the way you pause before saying your next sentence. she’ll have you figured out before you knew you were trying to hide anything.

together, we’re a formidable team. you don’t double cross us if you know what’s good for you. we’re the stuff of stories, but not fairy tales--more like cautionary tales.

1950s AU: who’s the popular prep that stays out of trouble? who’s the cool greaser who loves causing trouble? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

dash in a biker jacket is enough to kill me stone cold dead so yeah. greaser dash 100%. she’s always out causing some sort of trouble--consequences? she doesn’t know the meaning of the word.

rarity is the most popular girl in school--and the prettiest, too. actually, she’s kinda perfect in every way. good grades, huge friend group, killer sense of style, and she’s genuinely a sweet person. trouble? she doesn’t know the meaning of the word.

i’m a shy nerd in oversized sweaters who carries around thick books and for some reason has an enormous crush on both of them, the two people who have got to be the most out of my league of any people ever to exist.

or maybe not? because it turns out they’re both actually very down-to-earth and sweet and maybe i’m crazy but do they like me too?? like dash invited me out for milkshakes that one time and rarity wanted to see that romantic comedy with me but i’ve got to be totally out of my mind---

masquerade AU: who is the generous host of the ball? who is the mysterious guest? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

OH rarity hosts 100%. she lives for drama and a masquerade is a night dedicated to being your most dramatic self!! she’s all for it also people hire her to make costumes for them so bonus for her

i get invited and panic because SOCIAL SITUATION AAAAA. FANCY SOCIAL SITUATION AAAAAAAAA

i invite rainbow to come with me cause she’s the most confident person i know and even though a fancy party’s not really her scene, she can’t say no to me

so we go together! her outfit is obviously crazy colorful and avant-garde and off the wall because if she’s gonna be formal for the night, she at least wants to be SEEN you feel me. i’m more lowkey especially compared to her--lots of dark tones and maybe some silvers and golds thrown in. rarity is intrigued by us both--we seem so different and yet we complement each other so well! she ends up spending most of the night with us...and she’s left wondering in the morning how she’ll be able to find us again

vampire AU: who’s the secluded vampire? who’s the undaunted vampire hunter seeking them? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

rarity is the vampire absolutely. again...the drama...the CAPES the CASTLES the MYSTIQUE she couldn’t imagine anything better!

rainbow is the vampire hunter! she’s got the perserverance and the courage for it

i’m probably that one eccentric local who’s spent their life studying the paranormal. they all laughed at me but NOT ANYMORE--

rainbow drags me along to rarity’s castle cause i know my stuff. she welcomes us in, planning to feast, but ends up just a little too interested in us. rainbow, too, finds it hard to defeat this creature who looks and speaks so much like a human, with her dark and fascinating beauty. so we wind up at a stalemate--and then perhaps a comfortable friendship, and then perhaps more.

bartender AU: who’s the hard working bartender? who’s the regular who’s had a string of bad luck? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

rd is as close to a hard drinker as hasbro can show on their children’s pony show so she’d definitely be the one frequenting the bars

i’m the bartender who usually ends up saddled with the late shifts because i...don’t really have anywhere else to be. and i have a hard time saying no to people.

rarity is dash’s designated driver who spends the whole night nursing a single martini. she sighs and says this always happens on girls night

i end up listening to dash spill out all her problems while on her third glass of cider JuiceTM while rarity pats her back sympathetically. it happens often enough that eventually, i start finding myself looking forward to it.

angel and demon AU: who is an angel? who is a demon? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

this one actually took some thought!! i think i might be a fallen angel. maybe i delved too deep into some forbidden books, looking for knowledge that could make me all-powerful, but my hunger to learn went too far

rarity is a demon of envy. she lures mortals in with pretty words, promises them wealth and beauty and and fame and all they could ever want, until it’s all they can think about and they’re too far gone to claw their way back up into the light

dash is an angel who’s dedicated her life to pushing back dark forces with all of her might. and she likes the wings. the wings are pretty cool too.

we were close friends when i was an angel, and when i fall, it hits her hard. she eventually performs a spell that allows her to visit me, and ends up meeting rarity, who i’ve befriended. she ends up performing it more and more often, and every time, it feels like without us, she has a little more to lose

android AU: who is a curious android? who is their dependable mechanic? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

i’m probably the mechanic! the girls are my magnum opus--two self-learning, hyper-intelligent androids who, and i may be biased, are also just plain easier to talk to than real people.

rarity’s main goal is to be helpful. she prioritizes aesthetic--she thinks about how she can bring comfort and beauty into others’ lives, and she loves to learn! she’s very good at remembering new things.

dash’s main goal is the same--she wants to be helpful. however, her priority is usually whatever gets the job done fastest. when she sets a goal, it automatically becomes paramount that she accomplishes it. it takes her a little longer to recall new information, but she still wants to learn as much as she can!

they follow me around a lot. like little puppies...whenever they see me doing something new or using something they’ve never seen before they want to know everything about it! but they’re also really good at listening--when i have a problem that I need help with, their advice is always thought out and insightful!

cosmic deity AU: who’s the personification of the sun? who’s the personification of the moon? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

oh this is an absolutely FASCINATING au. i’m thinking dash would be the sun! she burns the brightest and the strongest, and her passion shines down in everything she does--everything she is.

rarity is the moon! she is no less beautiful, but hers is a more subtle kind of beauty. it’s the kind that wraps itself around you when you’re alone and whispers i’m here when no one else will say it and watches to make sure no harm can come to you.

i could represent the stars--i paint stories in the sky each night, watching through a million eyes so i don’t miss anything, shining brightest when it’s quiet and still and dark.

together, we are a perfect balance--for in every way we are different, we are united by our love. our love for each other and our love for the world that we watch so dutifully. we are light and dark, hot and cold, but we all burn bright.

#ty so much!! i love writing stuff like this #ship: prismatic #rarity ship tag #now that i think about it prismatic would work for a rarity ship too #selfshippinglover #asks for me #nyx writes

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years

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Sculpted Raven

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: It had been just you and your brother for the longest time and that’s how you liked it. Politics and lies had drove you away from your home five years ago and that has since left a bitter taste in your mouth. While exploring the latest town you’d settled in, you met Chanyeol. He was everything you didn’t want: goofy, happy-go-lucky… a wolf. Mate pull or not, you were going to try everything you could avoid him while keeping the secret from your brother. But how long would you be able to fight? Will Chanyeol be able to pull you back into the world you swore you would never enter again?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I Final

Lon frowned. “Um… what?”

You swallowed to try and relieve your dry throat. It didn’t help much. “I think we should just pack up and go to Mom. She needs us. I want to be there for her.”

While you didn’t expect your brother to start jumping up and down and filling up his suitcase, you hadn’t been prepared for his harsh reply.

“(y/n), we already discussed this,” he huffed. “We’re staying here. If you want to go visit Mom, that’s fine. I’ll ask Kris for a few days off, but we’re not dropping everything here.”

“No. We didn’t discuss it,” you argued. “You decided on this place. You decided to come here. Just like you always do. I’ve never had a say. I’ve only ever followed you because I trust you. But, please, listen to me this one time. Let’s leave and go to Mom.”

“Why do you want to leave so badly?” Lon questioned. “I mean, yeah, that idiot attacked me, but Kris has my back. I’ve got a good job here. We can stay here as long as we need to. And do you really want to be stuck around Markus forever?”

Of course you didn’t. But considering the fact that you just told your mate that there was no chance of you ever accepting him, you needed to get away. You needed to get out. You needed to leave this place before you crawled back to him, begging for forgiveness. The way Chanyeol looked at you as he shouted for you to leave… That was what truly made you break down. The anger, the hurt… the betrayal….

If someone had asked you if Chanyeol was capable of any facial expression that wasn’t that lopsided grin or a pinched, cute look of confusion with pouting lips, you would have firmly said no. Even after all the times you’d lashed out and been mean to him, he still smiled through it all like an idiot. The thought of doing something to try and make that grin come back was sitting in the corner of your mind like a ghost. Or maybe more like an executioner silently sharpening his ax. If you gave in to the urge, you were a goner.

“Listen,” Lon sighed. “I can’t get tomorrow off, but I can see if Kris will give me a long weekend. We can drive up, stay with Mom for a few days, and come back. Deal?”

No. It wasn’t not what you wanted. It wasn’t the permanent resettlement that you’d hoped for.

But it would have to do for now. Maybe once he was back with Mom, Lon would change his mind. Maybe the idea of all of them being together again would be too hard to resist. There was always hope.

“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly. “I can live with that.”

Lon smiled at you. “Good. Now, what’s for dinner?”

Rolling your eyes, you shuffled into the kitchen to see what you could throw together.

There was one treat your mother always made for you when you were kids. It was your favorite thing in the world, even with how simply it may have seemed to everyone else. You could have even only that treat for the rest of your life and nothing else. No one could make them like your mom. Who else added the special ingredient of love into the mix?

Okay, so it was cheesy as hell, but when your mom told you that secret to her recipe and then gave you a wink, you couldn’t help but laugh, even as a teenager eating the frosting as you sat on the counter.

Even though the bakery you were currently headed to didn’t make their chocolate cake lollipops with Mom’s love, you still thought it might be a nice surprise for her when you showed up. Besides randomly showing up as an answer to her letter.

In many ways, Chanyeol was a lot like your mother.

Both of them preferred to look on the bright side of things, to keep a positive perspective even on hopeless situations. Your mother had constantly told you that your father would be all right, even when you knew the trial would have only one possible outcome. She’d still kept a smile on her face up until the end.

The bell above the door chimed as you entered the bakery. Heat filled the closed in space thanks to many ovens creating delicious smelling goods in the back. A girl around your age was manning the front counter. A small, shy smile pulled on the corners on her lips as she looked up from whatever she was sketching.

“Hi, how can I-” she stopped when she met your gaze. The smile was wiped from her face and after a few blinks, she tried again. “How can I help you?”

Confused and feeling awkward, you stuffed one of your hands into your jacket pocket as you pointed towards the display case. “Can I just get about half a dozen of those chocolate lollipops?”

She nodded. “Sure.”

Silently, she wrapped up the individual pops before gently placing them in a clear plastic bag.

“That’ll be twelve-fifty-eight.”

You handed over your card and waited for the transaction to be finished out. You weren’t sure as to why the girl was being extra awkward with you and you just wanted to high tail it out of there. But then you saw her scar.

It came up about halfway up her neck, curved and slightly raggedy. You knew exactly what it was.

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

Gasping, the girl’s hand flew up to cover the scar. But you didn’t move or leave or even apologize. You simply waited. Slowly, the girl removed her hand, nodding.

“Yes, I am.”

You nodded back, although it was more like a weird bob than a nod. “You must be happy, then.”

“I am,” she confirmed. “A lot happier than I was before.”

A snort escaped. “Yeah, those hormones will do that to you.”

“That’s not why I’m happier,” she snapped, actually making you jump back. “Maybe you should give Chanyeol a chance.”

Shaking your head, you scoffed, “Look, you don’t know my reasons–”

“No, I don’t,” she interrupted. “But I also had my reasons. In the beginning, I didn’t want anything to do with Kyungsoo. But he is the best thing that happened to me. Not because of destiny or whatever it is that draws us to our mates. But because he helped me see a better version of myself.” She looked up at you with a half-smile. “Chanyeol’s a good guy. One of the best in the pack. And the pull has a way of bring us to the person that we need most in the world.”

You cleared your throat uncomfortably. Because she was hitting a few cords with you. Some very sensitive cords. You knew Chanyeol really deserved a happy-go-lucky, giggly-type girl, but he got stuck with you instead. And yet, he still look at you like the very stars shined in your eyes.

“I’ll, um… I’ll keep that in mind.”

The girl tapped her pencil against the counter. “I’m sorry. They all told us not to get involved. And I planned on that, but….”

“It’s okay. I get it,” you reassured her. Then you held out your hand. “I’m (y/n), by the way.”

She took it, the smile growing in size. “Dana.”

“It was nice to meet you, Dana,” you said honestly. Holding up the bag, you joked, “If these are as good as my mom’s, you’ll be seeing me more often.”

Dana nodded. “I hope so.”

Waving goodbye, you walked out of the store, feeling the weight on your shoulders grow in size. You really needed to see your mom.

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” Baekhyun asked for the millionth time.

Chanyeol punched him in the shoulder as he rinsed his hair out under the faucet. He honestly probably should have let a professional do this. Oh, well. If it looks bad, he’ll just shave it and grow it out again. That was the great thing about hair. He could always start over.

“I think this is a sign he needs to seek professional help,” Tao mumbled.

Sehun snorted. “Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea. ‘Tell me, Chanyeol, what’s bothering you?’ ‘Well, you see, doctor, I’m a werewolf and my mate has basically rejected me so now I’m going through an identity crisis and have now dyed my hair.”

Tao scrunched up his face. “Ha ha ha.”

“Ha ha ha,” Sehun mocked.

“Both of you shut up,” Chanyeol grumbled. Turning off the faucet, he rung out most of the water from his hair and grabbed a towel to dry the rest. When he thought he’d gotten it mostly dry, he removed the towel and prepaid himself to look in the mirror.

“You know,” Baekhyun crunch on a mouthful of popcorn from the tiny bowl he was holding, “it’s not that bad, actually.”

“Yeah,” Tao agreed. “But why gray? Why not blonde or bright red?”

“I think it’s more silver, actually,” Sehun corrected.

Chanyeol turned towards the mirror, admiring the fresh, new color.

He wasn’t the first to dye his hair in the pack. Sehun kept his a steady blonde while both Baekhyun and Minseok had experimented with several different colors and shades. Even Junmyeon had played with a few interesting colors in his pre-professor days. Who could forget the pink hair he sported for a while during his junior year? The fact that he actually pulled it off and made it look somewhat cool was still mind boggling to this day.

But now it was Chanyeol’s turn. And, by a miracle, it actually worked out. Even unstyled, the silvery white color looked cool. It made him feel different, too. Not so much the goofball reputation that he was stamp with, but more tough. Someone who could stand next to you and look like he belonged.

No. That was not why he was doing this. He was doing this because he needed a change, a distraction. As far as you were concerned, he could die in a ditch. Which, considering you told him there was no way in hell you would ever accept being his mate, was pretty much the only outcome he could see. Might as well live life the fullest while he could, right?

“So, what’s next?” Sehun teased. “A tattoo?”

Chanyeol smirked. “Actually,” he checked the watch on his wrist, “I’ve got about an appointment in about two hours. I should change and head there soon.”

He only took two steps towards the door out of Junmyeon’s master bath before the pain hit. It was like someone was stabbing him in the chest with a white hot iron poker. And then twisting it around for good measure.

With a hard landing, Chanyeol fell to his knees, clutching his chest. Yells and hisses escaped from him in a pathetic attempt to scare away the pain.

“Junmyeon!” Baekhyun and Sehun cried.

At the same time, Tao yelled, “Kris!”

Both leaders came running into the bathroom at the same time. They both knelt down, holding onto Chanyeol and trying to figure out what was going on as they simultaneously asked, “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Tao whimpered.

“He just collapsed to the ground,” Baekhyun said in a panicked voice. “One second he was fine and then next….”

“It must be (y/n),” Kris concluded. “She’s still rejecting him.”

“That’s already painful enough,” Chanyeol coughed. “Why do they have to add this on top of it?”

“Cause life’s a bitch,” Kris replied. That actually made Chanyeol laugh through the pain.

Just as quickly as the aching sensation came, it subsided. Able to breathe normally again, Chanyeol pushed himself up to his feet.

“Chanyeol, are you alright?” Junmyeon asked. His face was pinched and wrinkled with worry. If he wasn’t careful, with everything going on at the moment, his face was going to freeze in that position permanently.

Plastering on a smile, Chanyeol nodded. “I’m fine. I’m going to go change now.”

He left the others behind in the bathroom and left Junmyeon’s room all together. But he didn’t head for his own room to change like he said. Knowing his brothers like the back of his hand, he hung around in the hallway, leaning against the wall, the fake smile now gone from his lips.

“He’s not really going to die, is he?” Baekhyun asked, none of his usual jokiness in his voice. “That’s just a myth, right?”

“It’s not a myth,” Kris confirmed. “If she truly rejects him, Chanyeol won’t last long.”

“Why do our lives have to be so connected to theirs?” Tao complained.

Chanyeol couldn’t really blame him. It did seem really unfair. If the mate rejected the wolf, the mate still got to go on and live their life while the wolf wallowed in agony until the pain became too much and they died.

Why couldn’t you see that he didn’t ask for this either?

Okay, so he did actually ask for it. He asked for it every time he saw his brothers with their own mates. He asked for it when he saw how happy they looked, how in love they were. But he didn’t ask for it to be you specifically. He would have been happy with anyone. The shy girl from his history class. Or the really pretty girl who always took his order at the diner where he often ate lunch.

In the end, though, it was you.

What could make you hate the idea of wolves and mates so much?

Sure, your brother was an omega, but Kris said he was never kicked out of a pack. He just simply chose not to. So where did all this hostility come from?

Well, two could play at that game. Whether or not death was coming for him, he could be just as unattached as you. See how you liked it then.

“It’s just the way it is,” Junmyeon replied to Tao solemnly.

“It’s complete shit, that’s what it is,” Kris growled.

“We can’t exactly force her to accept him, Kris,” Junmyeon sighed.

“I know. But it never should have been Chanyeol.”

“Then who should it have been?”

“Preferably none of us,” Kris snapped. “I would have preferred if the fates just left us all alone and let us make our own damn decisions.”

Chanyeol slid down to the floor. Kris was right. Life would have been much easier if the fates above could just leave them to their own devices. Chanyeol didn’t think his choice in mate would be that bad.

Stomps alerted him to someone approaching, but he didn’t have the energy to care or move.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Kris sighed above him.

Chanyeol looked up at his hyung.

“I don’t want to die,” he confessed.

“You won’t die,” Kris promised. “I won’t let that happen. We’ll get her to come around. I don’t care if we have to kidnap her to do it.”

An angry growl erupted from Junmyeon’s bathroom.

“I was kidding,” Kris called over his shoulder. He looked down at Chanyeol and mouthed, “No, I’m not.”

To his surprise, Chanyeol actually chuckled. No, he would never kidnap you or force you into anything, just like he knew Kris never would either. But he appreciated the joke.

Kris held out his hand. “Come on. We’ve got an appointment to get to.”

“We?” Chanyeol echoed as he took the hand and let the alpha pull him to his feet.

“I’ve been thinking about getting another one for a while.” With a soft laugh, Kris pulled up the left sleeve of his plaid shirt until his under arm was visible, showing off black script.

If you can’t live longer, live deeper

“So, it is possible,” Chanyeol grinned.

Letting his sleeve go, Kris laughed. “Yeah, it’s a tattoo. Why wouldn’t it be possible?”

“Sehun said it might not be possible since we heal so fast.”

Kris shook his head. “Not that fast. The needle does its work before your skin has time to heal up.” He clapped Chanyeol on the back. “Come on. Let’s get you changed and head out. Even if it’s for a few hours, let’s take your mind off of the dreary crap.”

Chanyeol scrambled to his room to quickly put on fresh clothes. If he’d been happy at the return of Kris and the others when they first arrived, now, he couldn’t be more elated to have a brother like Kris. When everyone else focused on the negative, Kris was about ignoring it for a while. Maybe after the appointment, they could go get a few drinks.

#exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #exo werewolf au #exo werewolf!au #supernatural au #chanyeol x reader #Park Chanyeol #byun baekhyun #kim junmyeon #suho #huang zitao #tao #Kris Wu #wu yifan #oh sehun #Sculpted Raven #untamed wolf universe

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theprodigypenguin · 5 years

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TCC Headcanons (part three)

Next part~ I want to dabble more in the other Potter-Weasley kids, so if/when I do a fourth part, I’m going to add some of them. I did a bit of them here, I’m really loving Fred, or the version of Fred that’s stuck in my head, but yea. I’m having fun making these, they’re pretty relaxing.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

While attending school, Scorpius had a tendency to talk to the ghosts at Hogwarts; pretty much all of them.

He even became decent friends with Myrtle and would talk to her about bullies and how to deal with them.

He's an angel honestly and even Helena Ravenclaw loves him.

When he got on the train to Hogwarts for his fifth year he gave the Trolley Witch a homemade friendship bracelet to apologize for jumping out of the train the year before.

For the next three years on the train he would talk to her and hold conversations with her whenever she stopped at his and Albus' compartment.

He learned her name and asked her to tell at least one fun story when she was with them (he especially enjoyed the stories about school-age Dumbledore, Newt Scamander sneaking animals onto the train, and the Mauraders, just everything about them).

At one point he bought candy off the trolley and gave her a piece to enjoy because she sells them all the time but she should also be able to enjoy them once in a while.

She didn't eat it of course (idk does she even eat) but she keeps it in her pocket at all times and never takes her bracelet off.

Whenever Scorpius started regularly visiting the Potter's after their fourth year he would always end up washing dishes and doing random chores simply because he's just that sweet and nice.

And Albus would end up roped into the work because Scorpius is showing him up around his parents that's not cool.

Ginny: Al can you take the trash out please?

Albus: In a minute mum.

Ginny: I bet Scorpius would take it out when I asked.

Albus: Gimme the fuckin trash bag.

Scorpius and Albus commandeered the sofa under the window in the Slytherin common room during their second year.

By then no one wanted to sit with them anyway so no one ever took their couch and didn't go near it.

Even passing dumb rumors like "if you sit there you'll be cursed as Voldemort's trump card forever" or "that sofa saps all your magic, if you sit there you'll turn into a squib like Potter".

The window looks out into the Black Lake, and Scorpius has taken to trying to communicate with the merpeople who occasionally swim up to the enchanted glass.

Mainly he communicates in pictures, drawing the merpeople and holding his sketches up to the window so the merfolk can enjoy them.

He's not as good an artist as Albus of course but he tries.

And on occasion the merpeople will leave little gifts for Scorpius sitting on the window sill just outside in the water.

Of course Scorpius can't reach them, but it makes him happy to see the little collection of rocks and snails sitting there.

During their first year, Scorpius started getting pushed into closets and locked in.

A group of older Gryffindor's (friends of James), would steal his wand and lock him in for hours until someone found him (usually Filch or Neville).

He never mentions the names of the students so they never get in trouble.

And teaches himself a bit of wandless magic so by fifth year he can open the closet door without his wand.

James is the oldest but acts like quite a goofball the majority of the time.

He has a lot of trouble telling people "no" because he likes being helpful.

He wears his heart on his sleeve and bursts with positive energy, which draws people to him.

Has a bit of trouble taking things seriously.

He has excellent grades, and becomes Captain of the Quidditch team during his fifth year at Hogwarts.

Laughing is his favorite thing to do, and can usually be heard above the roar of voices in the Great Hall during meals.

He especially enjoys making other people laugh.

Everyone who meets him likes him, even the people who don't like him seem to respect him enough to tolerate him.

He's friends with pretty much everyone, which is stressful at times because sometimes he just doesn't know who he can talk to.

Having a lot of friends is nice, but it sort of blinds him from knowing who can keep a secret and who can't, so there are very few at the school who actually KNOW the real James Potter.

Teddy is one of the only people who knows him for him, and accepts him for it, and encourages him to be exactly who he is.

One of his closest friends is his cousin and dorm-mate Fred (jr).

Goofball he may be, if James is angered, he is absolutely terrifying.

Almost scarier than his mum when she's mad (and that's fucking petrifying).

He teases his siblings and cousins to death, but honestly loves Lily and Albus more than ANYTHING in the world, and would die for them without any hesitation.

He's a Hugger™ and tends to cling to the people he embraces (basically incapable of giving a normal hug, but most people don't care).

Lily returns all of his very frequent embraces, and clings to him as much as he clings to her (they do that cute penguin walk where they sway back and forth and shuffle because they don't want to let go).

Albus, on the other hand, tries desperately to escape whenever James hugs him, so usually he ends up hugged from behind and drags James along down the hall or room trying to get away.

It never, ever works, there is no escape, so he ends up just standing or sitting with a murderous expression on his face while James snuggles him.

His hugs with Fred consist of him throwing himself into Fred's arms so he's being carried bridal style (or Fred jumps into James' arms, one of them usually ends up being carried for some reason).

Hugs with Teddy are similar to hugs with Lily, but almost more tender. He likes keeping his arms around Teddy's neck and standing on Teddy's shoes to make himself tall enough to reach his shoulders.

James and Albus used to be very close, before Albus was sorted into Slytherin, when they were younger.

They'd all fall asleep curled on the couch together.

James would give Albus piggyback rides if he ever so much as stubbed his toe.

After a nightmare Albus would toddle into James' room and cuddle with him.

He loved to cook with them, despite how terrible Albus was at it, and ate every burnt cookie they offered him.

Lily adores him honestly, and secretly, Albus does as well, because James is an amazing brother.

At one point in time, the Gryffindor Quidditch team was absolutely dominated by the Potter-Weasley clan.

James - Captain and Chaser

Rose - Chaser

Louis - Chaser

Roxanne - Beater

Fred - Beater

Hugo - Keeper

Lily - Seeker

They were one of the best teams to come from Gryffindor and didn't lose a single game.

Teddy LOVES singing.

I honestly imagine he sounds something like Nick Jonas.

He can also play any instrument that's put in front of him.

He likes covering modern muggle bands (Imagine Dragons, American Authors, Panic! At the Disco, Nick Jonas, Adam Lambert, Louis Tomlinson, The Script, One Republic, etc) but also makes his own music and enjoys older bands like ACDC, Bon Jovi, etc.

Scorpius gets along with Mrs Norris and even does his best to start up conversations with Filch.

At one point Albus, somewhat desperate, confides in Filch about people calling him a Squib and asks for advice (cuz who else would even understand).

Filch gives crappy advice though.

Teddy's "Moon Sickness" consists of mainly migraines.

They start off small but grow worse with age.

They can be so bad he vomits, gets nose bleeds, or blacks out entirely, and can remain unconscious for days at a time.

We only have three confirmed godparents but here is my complete personal take:

James - Ron and Hermione

Albus - Neville and McGonagall (that's what I fucking said 👌)

Lily - Hagrid and Luna (fucking fight me about this one I fucking dare you)

Scorpius doesn't have godparents, but Albus said they could share Neville.

Harry is Teddy's only official godparent, but he calls Ginny his God-Mum because it makes her smile.

Harry and Ginny are also Rose's godparents.

George and Angelina are Hugo's.

Percy is Fred's (junior) godfather (George felt it was absolutely necessary).

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kellanved-ammanas · 5 years

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Artistic Chapter Two of Four: Prefect Drawing

After that Scout made a point to hang out with Sniper more. He understood and knew about Scout’s broken heart and was willing to distract him from it. And well, he’d volunteered to find Scout and comfort him, which meant he liked Scout, right? They were good friends. He’d always been one of the better people on the team to talk to and hang out with anyway since he wasn’t busy doing stuff all the time and was always easy to find since while not in combat, he was more often than not in or around his campervan or at the shooting range, practicing. So, hanging out with him more was actually quite easy.

At some point, Scout wasn’t sure when, he got over Pauling. Not overnight or even in a week or two but still faster than he would’ve thought he would. He still found her attractive but in that way he could look at someone and say they’re hot without feeling any further attachment. And he still liked her just not like that. They could be friends or at least work acquaintances and he’d be happy with that.

He noticed this when upon sitting down to doodle his first thought of what to draw wasn’t Pauling but Sniper’s campervan instead – it was a bit beat up, giving it character, it’d be fun to draw. It was odd but… he wasn’t going to question it, getting over being rejected was a good thing. He’d been a fool for thinking that Pauling might ever go for a guy like him anyway. He was an idiot who couldn’t even read properly, no one as smart as her would ever be interested in someone as dumb as him like that regardless of their sexuality.

And now he’d gone and made himself sad again, great. The kind of sad that came with knowing he’d never find love, he was too stupid for anyone to ever be interested in him like that. That was fine though, he was done with this whole romance nonsense thing. He wasn’t going to fall for anyone like that ever again, it’d just end the same exact way as all his potential other romances had; heartbreak. So… everything was just fine, no more being upset, no more falling in love with people who couldn’t possibly feel the same way. He was going to draw Sniper’s van instead and maybe a kangaroo next to it with a desert background – Australia was mostly deserts, right? – and get on with his life.

The next day he brought his drawing to compare it to the real-life thing. It wasn’t exact, he’d missed a few dents and scratches but it was pretty close. He had nothing to compare the kangaroo he’d drawn next to it to since he’d only ever seen them in picture books before. It was cute though, that’s all that mattered and it wore Sniper’s hat, making it even cuter.

“What you got there mate?”

Scout looked up to see that Sniper was now standing in the doorway of his van. He still wore his pajamas and looked half asleep despite the fact that noon was no more than an hour away. But considering the fact that it was the weekend and they had off, he was up a bit earlier than usual. He was one of those crazy people who stayed up stupidly late at night and thus slept until halfway through the day.

“Nothing,” Scout said, folding up the paper and putting it back in his pocket. He didn’t like showing his team mates his drawings of them or their stuff because it felt weird to do most of the time. “Want to go for a run with me?”

“Ugh, no, I just woke up.” Sniper grimaced as if he couldn’t think of a worse thing to do in the ‘morning’.

“Suit yourself then mate,” Scout said with a chuckle, imitating Sniper’s accent. It was a poor imitation, though Sniper didn’t react to it this time. He was probably used to it by now, meaning Scout would have to find another way to bother him. “See you around.” He gave Sniper a wave before jogging off.

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Scout frowned at the drawing on the paper. It was good but… it wasn’t quite right. Drawing a person in detail was always hard but it this like his sixth attempt in the last two weeks, it should be a bit better, right?

He flipped back to the first attempt, if anything it was better. It was a casual drawing of Sniper leaning back against his campervan, the look on his face similar to the one the real him wore when he was amused by a funny tale Scout had told him. But again, it didn’t really capture Sniper’s essence the way Scout wanted. … He’d have to use Sniper as model, that would help, there was nothing else to do.

Of course, he couldn’t outright ask Sniper to do that for that, that would be weird. So, he’d sketch him without Sniper knowing, which was also weird and maybe a bit creepy but wouldn’t require any awkward conversation unless he caught Scout doing it. He wouldn’t though because Scout knew the perfect time and place to do it; the shooting range.

On days they didn’t have combat, Sniper always spent a few hours at the shooting range, making sure his aim remained as close to perfect as was humanly possible. Scout often joined him there, especially lately, either to practice with him or just to chat – he also had always admired just how good Sniper was with his gun, it was fun to watch him practice with it. So him showing up and hanging around wouldn’t be viewed as suspicious… hopefully anyway.

And good news, tomorrow was a weekend, they had off. Meaning Scout could get his drawing done tomorrow and then he’d hopefully have his need for a as close to perfect as he could get drawing of Sniper fulfilled. Then maybe he could stop thinking about Sniper so much.

Why did he even need to do this? Or want to? … Nope, he was not going to ask those questions, asking questions led to answers and sometimes answers weren’t good things. He was just going to do whatever the fuck he felt like and right now that was drawing the perfect picture of Sniper. Or uh… tomorrow, he’d do that tomorrow, for now he was going to go out for a run and meet up with Sniper later for dinner and then hang out and play cards or something with him.

“Hey Snipes, how’s it going?” Scout said as he strolled into the shooting range. He carried his sketchbook casually at his side. He didn’t take it out of his room often and it was far too thick to easily conceal so he didn’t bother trying. All he could do was pretend it was no big deal and hope no one else gave it any special attention.

Sniper grunted in response, too focused on aiming down his sights to answer properly, before firing. That was fine though, his extreme focus was what Scout was counting on.

“Cool,” Scout said once the report of his gun had faded – they both wore ear protection. “I’m just going hang out and chill for a bit if that’s okay.”

“Hmm, ‘kay,” Sniper replied, already scooping in for his next shot.

Scout jumped up on a nearby crate, hanging his feet off the edge and facing Sniper. He opened his sketchbook to a clean page – it was near the back, he’d have to get a fresh book soon – and started drawing.

Sniper was a good model, so still and focused. Scout just had to be careful when he looked up at him to make it seem like nothing more than a causal glance.

“What are you drawing?” Sniper asked after a while, still speaking in that way he did when he was preoccupied with something else but still cared about the conversation.

“Just some stuff,” Scout said causally. He’d expected that question eventually so he was prepared for it.

“What sort of stuff?” Now that question Scout wasn’t prepared for. He was even less prepared for when Sniper lowered his gun to look at him, genuinely interested and curious.

“Um… uh…” Scout stammered, his face growing warm. “Your gun.” He had to cover up why he was embarrassed and why he was drawing here and not in his room like he normally did. And it was technically true, he’d just started sketching out the beginning shape of it. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Nah, it’s cool but uh… why?”

Scout would like to know the answer to the question too. “It looks cool and it’s something to do. So hurry up and go back to holding it straight so I can finish.”

Sniper shrugged and returned to his target practice. Good, that meant Scout could go back to drawing. Hopefully he wouldn’t ask to see the drawing when Scout was done with it.

It took more than an hour for Scout to finish his drawing. He was finally pleased with it too. He would’ve been more pleased with it if he’d been able to draw Sniper while he was at ease but he’d take what he could get.

Satisfied for the first time in what felt like a long time, he looked back up to admire the real thing again. Sniper was handsome and an all-around great guy. That’s why Scout wanted to draw him, he just liked Sniper a lot, nothing wrong with that. Except he liked Sniper a lot, a lot, like…

Holding back a groan, Scout almost literally face palmed. No way was he falling for Sniper like that, nuh-uh, no way, no how, it wasn’t happening. Except it already had, he’d somehow fallen head over heels in love with Sniper without even realizing it. Could anyone blame him though? Sniper was super cool, hot, and smart… and he was way out of Scout’s league. Just like every other person Scout had fallen for. If he had to fall for someone why couldn’t he fall for someone as dumb as he himself was so he wouldn’t have to go through this nonsense?

“Ah shit,” he said under his breath, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Something wrong?” Sniper asked, lowering his rifle to turn his head towards Scout.

“Nope.” Scout flipped his sketchbook closed and stood up. “I just remembered something I got to do.” He quickly left before Sniper could ask what it was.

He went straight to his room and tossed his sketchbook on his desk. He’d used too much force; it slid off, landing on the floor. Whatever he’d pick up later, his floor was already a mess anyway so who cared? He threw himself on the bed and pressed his face into his pillow to muffle a scream of frustration.

He was not going to play this game again. Sniper like everyone else he’d ever been interested in wasn’t into him the same way. There was no way he could be, he was smart while Scout dumb as a sack of bricks. He couldn’t even read properly for fuck’s sake, if Sniper knew that he probably wouldn’t even want be friends anymore.

Scout was sick and tired of letting himself get his hopes up and dancing around his feelings before finally building up enough courage to ask for a date only to be rejected and have his heart broken. He was not going to let it happen again. He’d get over these stupid feelings like he always did even if it meant he had to stop hanging out with Sniper.

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Hamilton Omegaverse 2

Mr Jefferson

Good afternoon. I'm writing you to let you know that you've been chosen as this month's interviewee for the Revolutionary Post and I'm going to be the one to conduct your interview. If you're interested, I was hoping we could schedule a time and place for this week.

John Laurens

He sighed and began sketching for a few minutes before hearing his computer bing with a response.

Mr Laurens

Thank you for telling me this, this is a great honor for me. If you're free, perhaps we could meet at my home office this weekend? If not, I'm open most of the time. Whatever is most convenient for you is fine with me.

Thomas Jefferson

Well, that was good.

Mr Jefferson

For personal reasons, I would prefer meeting in a more public setting. If this cafe works for you, I could meet with you Saturday at around noon.

John Laurens

He attached a hyperlink to the word cafe and sent the email, getting a response, once again, within a few minutes.

Perfect. I'll see you Saturday at noon.

Thomas Jefferson

John smiled to himself and added the date to his calendar, pondering over how the details would play out.

Alexander knocked on the door a few minutes later and poked his head in. "Hey, I was just wondering how you were doing. Have you emailed the devil yet?"

John chuckled. "Yeah, I emailed him. But why do you hate him so much? He doesn't seem too bad."

Alexander groaned. "Can I come in? Washington hates it when I begin ranting in the hallway."

"Yeah, sure." He shrugged and watched as Alexander walked in and shut the door behind himself.

"Jefferson is such an entitled piece of shit and he runs this blog, acting like some hero who saves people, as if anyone actually reads that crap. You could get the same information off of Pinterest."

John chuckled. "You clearly haven't read anything recently. He's apologized for past entitled behaviors and helps people with their personal financial issues. I actually used his blog to help me get this job and every part time job I could get in high school."

Alexander furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would you need so many part time jobs?"

"Partly because people fired me as soon as I had my first heat, partly because my dad didn't want to pay for suppressants, partly for a few other reason that aren't really your business."

"Yeah, that's fair." He nodded and sat down across from him. "So, you're really going through with this?.."

"Yep. And I'm getting a bonus for it, so thank you." He smiled.

"Geez, I should give you all of my work in that case," Alexander said, jokingly.

John shrugged.

"So, when are you doing this?"

"Saturday, noon. We're meeting at this cafe, somewhere that all dynamics mix in."

"You know he's going to know you're an omega, right?"

"So? It's not like I'm trying to hide it. I just don't feel comfortable surrounded by alphas and I don't want to make him uncomfortable by surrounding him with other omegas. Or, you know, make the other omegas uncomfortable."

Alexander nodded. "That's fair. I hope you have fun."

"I just hope this doesn't all go to shit."

And it was all that John was worrying over for the next few days, hoping and praying that his first big project would go well. His cartoons were pretty popular so far, but this was actually writing something. It was something that he wanted to explore at some point with that company, but he wasn't expecting an opportunity so soon.

So, when it came to the actual day of the interview, he woke up early in the morning and took a shower, putting on a scent blocker for the first time in a while. He was far from ashamed of his omega status, but he wasn't sure that this Thomas Jefferson would be so cool about it and didn't want such a small detail to derail the interview. He got dressed in a button up shirt and dark jeans, pulling his hair back into a ponytail before going outside, waiting for his Uber.

When it arrived, he got in and went to the cafe, finding that Thomas hadn't arrived quite yet. Well, it made sense. He was a few minutes early. That didn't stop him from being nervous... He just ordered a coffee and a sandwich and waited, waving as Thomas Jefferson walked in.

"John Laurens?" he asked as he walked over.

John stood up and shook his hand, nodding. "That would be me, yes."

"It's nice to meet you." He smiled and sat down with him.

"I hope you don't mind, I already ordered for myself."

"It's no problem. I'll go get my own food, then we can get started."

"Sounds like a plan." He smiled and pulled out his laptop, getting the questions ready and taking a few bites of his sandwich as he waited.

"Thank you for waiting. Alright, I'm ready when you are."

John smiled and began asking his questions, one by one, noting down every word of his response, wanting to make sure he got a thorough interview. The way he saw it, if he had too much detail, he could cut it out more easily than he could add to an interview that he took too few notes on.

"You're really getting every detail in there, aren't you?" Thomas commented with a slight chuckle. "Not that I mind, but this is your first interview, isn't it?"

John chuckled awkwardly. "Is it that obvious?.. I'm a cartoonist, but the guy who was assigned to this... he's not a fan of you."

"Really? Let me guess, was it Alexander Hamilton? I've been getting hate comments from him for the longest."

"Yeah, him. I bet he's going to love the fact that you know his name."

He shrugged. "I don't mind his hate. It's not like he's the only one that sends me that stuff, but he does seem like the most relentless."

"He seems like the type, yeah." He smiled.

Thomas nodded. "So, was there anything else you needed to ask?"

He glanced down at his list, shocked to find that they were all filled in. It seemed like it had only been a few minutes. "No. We're done here."

"Great." He smiled and stood up. "I'll be looking forward to reading what you write about me."

"There's nothing you wanted me to cut out, right?"

"Nope. Your questions weren't too personal, but not too formal. I liked it." He smiled again before walking out.

John grinned, proud of his work, before walking out of the cafe and getting his ride back to his apartment, spending the rest of the weekend writing his piece. Truth be told, he didn't really hang out with anyone. He didn't fit in with really anyone. All of his omega friends were still living with their parents, trying to go out and find their true mates, and his beta and alpha friends were in college, angry at the fact that he got a job without doing the same, as if he didn't try to get into college. So, he kind of just spent his time alone with his pets, a cat and a dog, respectively named Turtle and Palomino for their fur colors. His cat, Turtle, was white with a round patch of black on his back, stomach, and the top of his head, and Palomino was a golden retriever mix with lighter blond hair on his tail, legs, his head, and down his neck. They were both adorable and young. John planned on adopting one pet, but the two fell in love with him and he fell in love with them and he ended up getting two pets. They were his best and only friends and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. That Monday morning, he emailed his interview to Washington, who forwarded it to Alexander to edit and look over.

Jooooohhhhnnn

You need to become a writer! You made this guy seem almost human!

Alexander

John laughed at that and got up, going over to his office. Unfortunately, since he didn't have as many ongoing projects as John did, he worked in a more public space with other alphas there, staring him down. He just ignored them and leaned against Alexander's desk. "You really thought it was that good of a piece?"

"I think you were great. You should try to write something else for Washington. I sent him the final thing and asked him to read it over and he said you 'exceeded expectations'."

John nodded. "Nice. I'll talk to him about it later this week."

"You'd better. You just started working here and he's already complimenting your work. You deserve to move on up."

An alpha sitting across Alexander's space scoffed quietly. Alexander couldn't quite hear it, but it was loud and clear to John, who'd gone his entire life hearing the same thing.

"I'll do it."

And he did. That Friday, their issue with John's interview in it went out and sold well, not anymore because of John's interview in particular, but there were good reviews left on the online article. So, John worked up enough mental strength and walked into Washington's office, knocking on the door. "Sir? May I speak to you for a minute?"

"Yes, of course. Just shut the door behind you."

John did just that before making his way across the room and sitting in front of his boss. "I was just thinking... About the article I wrote.. I know it was a simple one, but I was hoping you'd let me write more. Something else."

"But you're a cartoonist full time already. I wouldn't want it to interfere with your work."

"It won't. I can finish cartoons quicker than you probably imagine. I can do my regular work along with this. I don't need extra pay. I can do it for what I'm earning now."

Washington nodded a bit and studied John, seeming to be thinking it over before he made a decision. "Alright. I believe I have a solution to this problem. I will give you some assignments and a deadline. This will be for a month. At the end of the month, we'll discuss this again."

He smiled widely. "Thank you! I promise you won't regret this."

"We'll see," he said, though his expression showed that he actually had faith in the omega. "You can go. I'll send you the assignments."

John nodded and got up, making his way out of the office and back to his own. Now, in the breaks between cartoons where he normally found himself doodling or checking his apartment camera to make sure his buddies were okay, John was writing. He poured his hardest work and his best writing into every article, sending them to Alexander for approval each time. They weren't perfect, of course, John was not a writer by trade, but they were something. That Friday, he found himself working past hours without even realizing it until Alexander poked his head in.

"John, our shift ended almost an hour ago."

"What?.." He glanced over at the time. Oh, crap, Alexander was right! "I have to get home!" He jumped to his feet and got his things together, shoving them into his bag before beginning to run out of the office, stopped by the alpha.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Yeah, sorry, I have a dog and a cat and I have to get home and feed them. I just need to call a cab."

"Nonsense. I'll drive you home, if that's alright with you."

John would've been lying if he said he wasn't unsure about the idea at first, but... Well, he supposed he was close enough to Alexander to call him his friend, wasn't he? He could trust him enough to give him a ride. Besides, it was an omega only apartment. If Alexander tried anything, there was a beta guarding the door who he could call for help. "That would be great, thank you."

Alexander smiled and lead John to the parking garage, showing him to his car. It was no luxury model, but it was a nice car.

John got in and put on his seat belt, holding his bag in his lap and trying to ignore how confined it felt with the strong, alpha scent surrounding him as much as it was.

As they began driving out of the garage, Alexander turned to ask John where he lived and noticed his posture, how tightly wound and defensive he looked. He frowned at that and rolled down the windows, letting the scent of the crisp, fresh, autumn air replace his inky scent. Once John began to visibly relax, he smiled and turned back to the road. "So, where do you live?"

"It's this omega only apartment. It's, like, a five minute drive."

"Alright." He followed John's directions and took him straight to his apartment building, dropping him off in front of the doors. "I'll see you Monday!"

"I'll see you then." John smiled and waved at his friend as he left. Friend.. He loved his pets, but it was nice to have a human friend. He chuckled and went inside, feeding his furry friends before making himself some dinner, just heating up some leftovers, and getting back on his laptop, switching between working and watching Netflix.

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 6 years

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Magic Drawings - Gerard Way x Reader

Request: Heyo! I absolutely adore your writing, could you maybe do a harry potter universe where gerard is the quit but sassy ravenclaw and the female reader is a beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team and is basically loud and wild? Idk what the setting or the plot but it would mean the world to me! If not, it's okay too, I'd still adore writing (aaaand I'll shut up now) thank you!! Xxx

Reader: female

Word count: 3 748

“What the bloody hell was that,” Andy, the Gryffindor chaser shouted as the Bludger flew past him in just an inch’s distance.

“You didn’t get hit, did ya,” you shouted back, already on the search for the second Bludger that was doubtlessly on its way to kick someone off their broom.

Andy just growled and went back into formation, trying to get used to the new pattern they were flying in. The team captain shot you a disapproving glance. She knew that you loved scaring your mates, just for the fun of it, and you had never actually kicked someone off their broom because of a Bludger you had hit, but she was convinced that training was for getting better at the game, not for scaring your friends. In your own way you were training as well. During matches your opponents did not know that you were not really trying to hurt them, so they were always extremely scared when a ball shot into their direction, and confused when they did not get hit. That usually threw them out of formation, gaining some valuable seconds for your team’s chasers.

Soon the training was over, all of your teammates sweating from the hot weather. It was summer, most of the exams were over, and the Quidditch final was long over as well, yet your Captain still insisted on training, getting ready for the season next autumn. The sun was burning down on you, as you strode from the Quidditch pitch over to the lake where you had decided to go swimming after the training, wearing your swimming clothes already under your Quidditch gear. How was it possible that the summer was so warm up here in Scotland? You were from the south, used to mild winters and hot summers, so the amount of snow up here in the north was still overwhelming every year, but that the summers got just as hot as back home was even stranger.

You dropped in the sand by the lake, next to your friends Ray and Frank. They were lying on their towels, hair already wet from swimming, sand sticking to their soles.

“You made it,” Ray cheered as you pulled the dark red shirt over your head, revealing the top of your bikini.

“Whoa, Langley must have chased you around a lot, you’re totally drenched,” Frank giggled, noticing how little hairs were sticking to your sweaty forehead and neck.

“You don’t say,” you grimaced, “you don’t have something to drink by chance, do you?”

Both boys shook their head no, when a timid voice piped up behind you.

“Gerard, didn’t you pack something?”

You turned around, and were met with the sight of a boy you recognized as Mikey. He was in the same year as Frank, a year younger than you, and in Slytherin. A little further back stood his older brother, Gerard. Gerard was in your year, a quiet Ravenclaw who could usually be found in the library, drawing. He had perfected little sketches that moved around, and from overhearing a conversation with Ray you knew that he was currently working on making them respond with little comebacks when you talked to them. Gerard had been friends with Ray since year one, and had also befriended Frank over time, but you barely knew something about him since he never talked to you.

Gerard shot you a quick glance, and blushed when he saw you were only wearing the bikini top and some shorts, but moved to grab a bottle from the bag that was hanging from his shoulders. He handed it to you, and you thanked him with a smile before taking a few big gulps from the cool liquid.

When you screwed the bottle closed again a grin flashed over Gerard’s face.

“What,” you asked irritated.

“Let’s just hope I didn’t confuse this with the bottle where I keep the hair loss potion in, for potions on Monday,” he quietly said, a smug grin on his face.

“Excuse me,” you asked shocked, not sure if he was being serious.

“Whatever, we’ll notice,” Frank ignored Gerard’s little game, took the bottle from you and threw it back to his friend, “let’s go swimming.”

You got rid of your trousers as well, and together with Frank, Ray and Mikey you ran into the cold water. You were all screaming and rejoicing at the refreshment, splashing each other and laughing breathlessly, trying to get used to the temperature. Only Gerard was standing on the beach, watching the four of you.

“Why don’t you come in too,” you shouted, waving Gerard to come as well, but he just shook his head and tucked his hands into his pockets.

“Everything okay with him,” you asked, turning to Ray.

“He’s fine, he just doesn’t like taking of his shirt,” he answered, splashing Frank with some cold water.

You nodded, slightly confused. You were not the most confident person either, but taking off your shirt for a swim in the lake, especially on a hot day like this one, was definitely in your range of comfort. Absentmindedly you shrugged, and turned to look at Gerard again. He had sat down in the sand, his note book on his knees, pen in hand, and was drawing again. At least you assumed he was drawing.

“Ugh, something touched my foot,” Mikey screeched.

“That was the Giant Squid, I bet ya,” you laughed.

~*~

You spent so much time in the lake, laughing and swimming that you almost missed dinner. Unlike in winter, when the tables were filled with bean pastries, pumpkin juice and potato soups, in summer there were green bean salads, sandwiches with lots of vegetables and roasted zucchini with couscous. Together with all the others you sat at the Slytherin table, having joined some of Mikey’s friends. Your Quidditch mate Andy was also there, just telling everyone how you had almost kicked him off the broom with the Bludger you had smashed into his direction.

“It was so close,” he exclaimed, holding his fingers up, thumb and index finger almost touching.

“Oh come on,” you sighed, “it wasn’t that close.”

“Yes, yes it was,” he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and scooped up some of the couscous on your spoon.

“If you say so,” you mumbled.

“Maybe she just wanted to prove what an excellent shot she is,” Gerard winked.

You turned to him, surprised that he had contributed to the conversation.

“Uh, is this a crush I’m spotting,” Frank giggled, nudging Gerard who was sitting next to him.

“Shut up, Frankie,” you hissed, feeling your cheeks burn up with a blush.

A look over to Gerard told you he was feeling at least as embarrassed as you.

“No, that’s fine, I completely support it,” Frank laughed, but shut up after a look from Ray.

That evening you kept tossing and turning in bed, wondering why you had reacted so emotionally to Frank’s comment. It was not like you liked Gerard in a special way. You barely knew him. But he seemed nice and from class you knew he could be pretty sassy sometimes, especially when teachers were picking on his friends who were not as good as him or as quick to understand.

The next day was a Saturday. The sun was just as bright and strong as the day before, but over night the air had gotten cooler, so it was more comfortable to wander around outside. None of your friends had time to hang out, so after writing a letter to your grandmother, telling her you were finished with all the exams for the summer, and about your days since then, you started wandering over the grounds, until you ended up by the lake again. Not far from where you had set up your towels yesterday, you spotted Gerard sitting under a tree. For a moment you hesitated. Was it okay if you walked over to strike up a conversation? Did you know him well enough for that? To be honest, he had sat in classes with you for years, but after the events of yesterday afternoon and evening you had gotten curious about the quiet boy who always doodled into his notebook. So what, you thought, he would tell you if he wanted you to leave.

You took off your shoes and strolled over the soft and still morning dew cool sand until you reached the tree where he was sitting, notebook resting against his knee, pencil in hand.

“Hey,” you greeted, “can I join you?”

“Sure, sit down,” Gerard immediately offered when he recognised you, patting the soft moss next to him.

You did as asked and sat down, leaning back against the wide tree trunk behind you.

“What are you doing,” you asked curiously, when you noticed Gerard did not continue with his work.

“I was just drawing, wanna see,” he asked, already shifting the notebook so you could see well.

“I’d love to,” you smiled.

Somehow you felt honoured that even though he barely knew you, he trusted you enough already to show you his art.

You scooted a little closer, accidently brushing your arm against his; making both of you blush and you whispered a quick excuse.

Gerard skipped to the beginning of the book, showing you the first page. It was covered in tiny doodles of flowers and plants, ranking over the page. A single bee, the only spot of colour, flew from flower to flower. A tiny ‘whoa’ escaped you, making Gerard giggle. He turned the page and revealed the drawing of a dragon that had curled up in the centre of the page, his nose tucked under its tail.

“Hey,” Gerard gently tapped the paper next to the dragon and the tiny pencil figure awoke.

It lifted its head and sniffed towards you and Gerard, then it stood up to its hind legs, and spread its wings, yawning.

“I call her Susan,” Gerard grinned.

You were too fascinated by the little, moving drawing to notice Gerard watching your reaction closely. He loved the smile that spread over your face as you adoringly stretched out your finger to pet the little dragon that seemed to lean into your touch. He knew you as a loud, not insensible but extroverted person, someone who loved to move around and get into action. Having you sit here next to him, quietly watching his work was different from your usual behaviour, but he liked it, a lot.

He turned the page after saying good bye to Susan, showing you the surprisingly realistic drawing of a teapot and a cup. In an endless circle the teapot filled the cup, the cup broke and spilled the tea and the tea ran over the surface, out of the picture. Then a wand appeared, the cup got repaired and the next moment the teapot filled it again.

“Just a study for shadow and liquids,” Gerard explained, wanting to quickly turn the page, but you stopped him, taking hold of his hand and watching the process a few more times before you allowed him to show you the next picture.

The pages were filled with drawings, most of them moving, but some of them staying still. He had drawn plants, magical creatures, his cat, some of his friends, a Quidditch match, and landscapes with changing weather. The newer work also interacted with you. For example he had drawn a second dragon, where the letters ‘purr, purr’ appeared over his head when you ran the fingers over his scales. Another drawing was a sketch of Frank, that when asked what his favourite food was, answered in letters above Frank’s head ‘chicken stew’. You laughed at that a lot, both Gerard and you knowing Frank hated chicken stew and even was vegetarian. The last page that was drawn on, the one he had been working on before you had joined him, already displayed the outlines of what looked like a horse, or unicorn.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, overwhelmed by the skill he had.

“Thanks,” Gerard laughed, slightly embarrassed, but also incredibly proud, that you liked it.

For a while you sat on the moss together, staring out onto the lake, watching the sun climbing higher in the sky. Sometimes wind rippled over the water and in the distance you saw something that looked like the tentacle of the Giant Squid that reached out of the water for a few moments.

“If it’s okay for you, I’d love to draw you,” Gerard suddenly blurted out.

You looked at him wide eyed. Never had anyone asked if they could draw you. But coming from Gerard you understood it as a huge compliment, so you nodded slowly.

“Sure,” you answered, “what do you want me to do?”

“Uhm,” Gerard looked around a little helplessly. “Why don’t you just stay where you are, and I draw you from here?”

You nodded, feeling a little nervous.

“Which way do you want me to look,” you asked.

“I don’t know, maybe towards the lake?”

You nodded again and leant your head back against the tree behind you. You heard paper rustling as Gerard opened a new page and then the soft scratching of his pencil. You tried to focus on something, anything other than Gerard, and looked out over the lake. Some students were walking past you, ignoring the two of you completely. In the distance between the mountains a single cloud rose over the horizon. You watched the patch of white that first moved closer, but then got thinner and thinner until it was gone.

You heard how Gerard made short, quick and long, slow lines on the paper, but you resisted the urge to take a look. Sometimes you turned your head, just enough to look at him from the corner of your eyes. His black hair was falling into his eyes and every now and then he brushed it away vigorously. His eyes flickered between you and the paper, and his lips tucked upwards when he saw you watching him.

After a while you grew tired. The sun and the fresh air, the splashing of water and the even sound of Gerard’s pencil lulled you in and you closed your eyes.

“(Y/n)?”

Gerard’s soft voice tore you out of the light slumber you had fallen into.

“Hm?” You lifted your head and looked over.

“Sorry to wake you,” he smiled, “but I wanted to show you something.”

Curiously you scooted closer, waiting for him to adjust the notebook so you could see. He turned it to you and showed you his work. Just using his pencil he had drawn a beautiful portrait of you, your head resting against the bark of the tree, your eyes fixed on the lake. In the distance he had even sketched out the waves of the lake, the beach, more trees and a few of the castle towers that were visible from where you were sitting.

“It’s so beautiful,” you breathed.

“Watch this,” he grinned.

Gerard pulled out his wand and tapped it against the paper two times. He closed his eyes and seconds later the waves he had drawn started moving and invisible wind ruffled trough your drawn hair. You were about to make another compliment, when the drawn-you moved. She lifted her head up and turned it, a strand of hair blowing into her eyes, then a smile spread over her face, a bright smile that was full of hope and life.

“It’s amazing,” you whispered, “but it has one fault. You made me too beautiful.”

Gerard laughed. “No I didn’t! I did not even come close to paying your beauty the due respect.”

“I insist, this is way too beautiful to present me,” you giggled.

“I swear, I just drew what’s in front of me, as best as I could at least,” Gerard defended, not backing down.

“Oh no,” you shook your head, “I look more like- may I?”

Gerard handed you the notebook and opened a new page for you. You took the pencil and scribbled a grimace on the page. Considering you made an effort to make it look nasty, it still turned out pretty good for your standards, the years of doodling ugly faces on parchment during History of Magic and then turning to Ray and saying ‘this is you’, earning a giggle from him, finally paying off.

Gerard watched you in amusement.

“But if this is you,” he took the pencil and the book from you once you were finished, “this is me.”

He drew an even uglier face, that you were sure if you had seen it in real life, would give you nightmares for weeks.

“Uh, look at us, we’re so pretty,” you laughed as you watched him draw a drop of salvia run from his mouth.

“The prettiest ever, we should start a club,” Gerard laughed and added a circle and two stick arms and two stick legs to the in more detail drawn head, finishing the horrific drawing.

“Wait, I need a body too,” you leant over and took the pencil out of Gerard’s hand.

Leaning over in a weird angle you added the same body shape to your head, but in your hand, that was basically the end of the arm-line, you were holding a broom.

“Since I play Quidditch,” you explained, only now realising that you had basically been lying in Gerard’s lap, and quickly sat up.

“Uh, I have an idea,” he giggled, picking up his wand again, “let’s make you hit me with the broom!”

“No, why should I,” you complained.

“Maybe I was rude,” Gerard suggested, “By Merlin’s pants, this is drawn, nobody gets hurt.”

“What about his feelings,” you wondered.

Gerard picked up the pencil and drew a little apple at the end of his stick arm.

“I’ll throw the apple at you,” he decided, “then we’re even.”

“You’re weird,” you giggled, nudging his shoulder.

“I know,” he answered and picked his wand up again, tipping it against the paper twice and closing his eyes.

As the last time, the figures started moving a few moments later. The you in the drawing took the broom and hit Gerard on the head, accompanied with the letters ‘tock’ over him. As immediate response drawn-Gerard threw his apple at you, that collided with your forehead, the letters ‘tock’ appearing over you as well, before they both faded.

You expected the sequence to be over and judging by how Gerard laughed so did he, but much to both of your surprise, the figures just stood there for a moment, looking around, drawn-Gerard scratching his head.

“What-“ you mumbled.

Drawn-Gerard had lifted his stick-arm to his head and a little heart appeared that he blew over to drawn-you who caught the heart and pressed it against her chest, where it stuck, making both drawn-Gerard and real Gerard blush.

“That, I don’t know what that is, this was not supposed to- what?” Gerard stammered.

The sequence reset, your drawn-self hitting drawn-Gerard over the head with the broom again. Before the moving drawings could proceed any further, Gerard quickly slammed the notebook shut.

“I’m sorry, this was not- I mean, I didn’t-“ he stammered making you smile.

To be honest, you had been slightly confused at first, but obviously it was really cute. Nobody had ever blown you a kiss, well, apart from your parents when they had brought you to kindergarten. So you definitely appreciated the little, unintentional gesture that seemed to be terribly embarrassing to Gerard, considering how much he was blushing.

“Watch this,” you told him and pulled out your wand.

Taking it into your strong hand, you drew the shape of a heart into the air and with a tiny ‘blop’ cut out parchment in the same shape appeared in the air. You had tried to go for red paper, but white would do just as fine. The parchment flattered in the air for a moment, the two halves of the heart like butterfly wings, while you packed away your wand again. With a small gesture of your hand you sent the heart over to Gerard, who watched the little bit of magic perform with wide eyes and a soft smile on his face. Absentmindedly he stretched out his hand for the paper and it landed on his palm, the fluttering of its wings slowing down until it was laying still, just an ordinary piece of parchment.

“That was beautiful,” Gerard whispered quietly, not yet sure if he wanted to move. “You are so skilled.”

“Thank you, so are you,” you smiled.

You had done this trick dozen of times before, but usually with paper shaped like stars or a moon, to send messages to your friends.

“But not like this, this is just… wow,” he mumbled, examining the paper on his palm.

It was a simple white parchment, shaped like a heart, with well-defined edges. Nothing about it showed that it was of magical nature. Gerard pulled his hand back, secretly hoping you would not see how he pressed the paper against his chest for a moment, just like the drawn-you had done in his notebook.

“You know, next weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend…,” he started, your sweet gesture giving him the confidence to ask what he would otherwise lack the courage to, no matter how sassy he could be at times. “I was wondering, maybe you would like to go to the Three Broomsticks together, get some butterbeer, or to Honeydukes, for some Never-Melting-Ice-Cream?”

You could tell he was nervous, his voice sounded different, but it did not matter, because so were you.

“I’d love to,” you quickly replied, earning a surprised smile from Gerard.

“Really? So cool! I mean… I, I really look forward to it,” he grinned.

“Me too,” you answered, now also starting to blush a little.

Gerard watched you for a moment, admiring the little pink flush on your cheeks and the sweet crinkles at the corners of your eyes when you were smiling. He could not wait for next weekend to come.

He took a deep breath and leant his head back against thee tree, looking out over the water. Suddenly he felt something warm and soft on his shoulder. When he tried to turn his head, his nose brushed against your hair, as you had rested your head against his shoulder. He smiled and nuzzled his cheek against your hair, looking back over the lake. No way would he going to move soon.

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Ladies in Waiting

@blenderbender1811 submitted:

Your blog made me realize what a serious dearth of female friendships and ladies in waiting there were in the series, especially when by all rights they SHOULD exist. So here is my list thus far. Some of them are existing characters but some are straight up inventions for the campaign because otherwise I’d basically be using every female noble character in the books (because GRRM doesn’t have nearly as many noblewomen around).

It looks really cool!

I also included a little bit about brief personality sketches, their main duties (since ladies-in-waiting often have at least one prominent job) and a tiny bit about how each region views ladies-in-waiting. I decided that most of the ladies-in-waiting situations for the campaign would be ladies in great houses, with other noblewomen having the possibility of having some, but not necessarily guaranteeing it (so we don’t have to deal with every noble daughter ever ending up someone’s lady).

I should probably also note that the campaign starts about a year or two before the events of the series, just to give the players some breathing room to get used to the campaign before the action of the series starts. It’s not a strictly canon compliant game - it’s largely based in book canon, but I’ve added elements from the show, video games, etc. that don’t contradict the books outright as well as thrown in a few twists to prevent my players from just looking at the canon and spoiling what will happen (assuming their actions don’t drive the plot out of whack anyways which knowing them they very well might).

I see ladies-in-waiting as being very Andal in origin. It fits in with the Andal ideas of culture and court. However, unlike knighthood, it’s not bound in rules to the Seven and ladies-in-waiting have practical uses like acting as secretaries or running messages, so I can see the concept spreading to the Isles and the North (albeit, in smaller numbers). Kind of like tourneys - they started with the Andals, but you don’t have to BE of Andal origin (or the Faith) to have them around.

CROWNLANDS:

The main women who would have ladies-in-waiting in the Crownlands would be the Queen (in this case Cersei) and any little Princesses (Myrcella). Since Myrcella’s only like 7, her handmaidens are more like either play mates or babysitters depending on how old they are. I figure that the Royal family should probably have the most handmaidens/ladies-in-waiting out of anybody…which means they have a LOT because Margaery brought a butt load with her as part of her Tyrell retinue (and since some of them left post-wedding, I’m assuming they’re not meant to be her maids when she’s Queen necessarily). Cersei’s are mostly from the West, and the West is well represented in Myrcella’s group as well, but since they are royalty, their ladies are more spread out.

Cersei Lannister’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Bernadette Lannister: I can’t leave out Bernadette the maid. ;) She’s either a cousin (from one of Joanna’s siblings) or a Lannister of Lannisport, I haven’t decided yet. Possibly engaged, very good at keeping Cersei’s secrets. Mostly runs messages and spies on any potential rival ladies Cersei doesn’t like.

- Senelle Lanny: From a smaller house in Lannisport, smaller distant Lannister cousins. She’s shrewder than Cersei would like, and she can be bought to spy on her lady (which, as we know, ends poorly for her). She’s Cersei’s current Chief Lady, so many of Cersei’s personal servants report to her, which she passes along to Cersei if its important.

- Jocelyn Swyft: Jocelyn is small and bony, but a kinswoman to Kevan’s wife, so Cersei got stuck with her. Thankfully, at least she’s quiet. Her primary duty is to help find what Cersei wants and have things fetched for her, like having servants bring her bath water or setting out her clothes.

- Dorcas Lantell: Another distant cousin from a tiny Lannisport house. Dorcas is a good bit older than Cersei and her children are grown now. She helps Cersei day to day with her own children when Cersei is otherwise occupied (such as making Tommen toys) and helps Jocelyn have things fetched. She’s clumsy, but well meaning.

- Alysanne Lefford: Lord Leo Lefford’s wife, likewise older. She’s come from the Golden Tooth to serve Cersei (and hopefully ingratiate her family to the Crown) at least until she and her husband have children. An eye for colour, it’s her job to help Cersei choose her clothes.

- Elyana Sarwyck: With her oldest brother away in the East, her father sent her to court to earn prestige for the Sarwycks. She’s a capable manager and steward, and so she largely spends her time helping supervise the servants and get things done the way Cersei wants them.

- Gwyn Marbrand: Addam Marbrand’s sister - she was probably brought to court when Cersei married Robert. She largely keeps to herself (which is just fine with Cersei). She’s industrious though and does a good deal of needlework for the Queen.

- Melesa Crakehall: Here as a favour to her mother-by-law, Genna Lannister, Melesa is still young at court. She’s not quite evened out her own place yet but she works with determination not to humiliate her goodmother. She helps keep Cersei abreast of the news from the latest riders come to court.

- Jeyne Wendwater: Born just south of King’s Landing, Jeyne is young as well. She’s still a bit starstruck by the capital, and Cersei’s long since decided she’s insipid and timid. She does her best to please the Queen every day and by night, she plays the harp for her upon request.

- Marya Rogers: Marya hails from Amberly in the Stormlands, she’s a hardy girl. Friendly, if a bit one to fawn, Marya’s a firm negotiator. As such, she’s trusted with overseeing purchases for the Queen and her retinue.

- Amaena Chambers: A woman about Cersei’s age, but unwed (and the hideous scar on her face from a childhood illness doesn’t make that more likely to change), Amaena is severe and serious. Her father is growing ill, and so Amaena may be returning home sooner than she might think - but until then, it is her duty to keep an eye about for anything strange or improper around court, particularly from those Cersei dislikes. Amaena is skilled in Valyrian though, and she has served as a translator for Cersei when dealing with people from the Free Cities who only speak High Valyrian.

- Lyanne Waterman: A northwoman, Lyanne is a long way from home and the newest . Her father sent her here hoping that the warm southern climate might make her healthier - and on the condition she would serve their overlord, House Manderly’s, interests at court. Not exactly the hardiest girl, nor the most cunning, Lyanne means well. She ensures the Queen’s horses are taken care of, and tries to stay out of the Queen’s way otherwise.

- Aisling Belmore: Aisling is very practical and organized. She’s got a decent idea where everything is and keeps a decent eye and ear out for court, so she keeps the Queen’s schedule set for any given day.

- Lena Tudbury: Overly detail oriented and a bit fussy, Lena likes everything to be just so. She’s a bit hard to deal with when it comes to setting things up because she is very picky. She’s got a neat hand, though, and so when Cersei allows other people to write her letters, it’s usually Lena.

- Heather Waynwood: Ambitious, sneaky, and just cheerful enough to fake sweetness, Lady Anya’s niece may prove a force to be reckoned with. She and Aisling were gifts from Jon Arryn to the queen, and thus far Heather’s making herself a comfortable little network to help with Waynwood wishes. Thus far, her most consistent job is to style Cersei’s hair, but she hopes to make herself useful in other ways as she proves herself.

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Myrcella Baratheon’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Rosamund Lannister: Well, this one is canon, so this was probably obvious. She’s a cousin from Lannisport. When she gets older, she will serve as the princess’ body double in times of crisis and attends her as per her desires.

- Myrielle Lannister: Another young cousin. She’s crafty but sunny and, for a young child, she’s got a very straight hand that suggests she’ll be good at sewing and embroidery when she gets older.

- Joanna Swyft: A gift from uncle Kevan - most people mean dolls when they gift their grandnieces with playmates, but apparently he meant a new little lady. Joanna is sweet but a little shy, which means she usually has to be corralled into Myrcella’s braver exploits. That said, she’s extremely trustworthy when it comes to the princess’ secrets.

- Tya Westford: Less a lady, more a hostage. Her father’s been sent to the Wall, and Tya’s been brought here as a ‘watch your step’ towards her mother’s good behaviour. Thus far, her mother has complied beautifully, a picture of loyalty. Tya is like most children her age - a little rambunctious, playful, fairly good natured, but still learning. Thus far, she seems very good at learning to ride.

- Vilessa Rambton: Meek, quiet, and obedient, Vilessa is the most eager to behave for Septa Eglantine. Mostly, she just wants to not get in trouble. Given her more tractable nature, some suggest her best place would be passing along the princess’ messages rather than anything requiring her to take charge.

- Cerise Roote: Cerise is 14, a little over twice the age of her little charge. Until Myrcella is older, she’s essentially a babysitter for the younger girls - keeping track of their schedules and where they’re supposed to be. Cerise is a loyal, protective, quiet, and caring lady, but she’s also a bit distant (probably due to the age difference) and fierce when pushed.

- Alyssa Melcolm: Alyssa is a year or two older than Myrcella and is one of those kids who can’t wait to grow up. She looks forward to going to dances and wearing pretty dresses and marrying a handsome nobleman. For now, she likes to pretend and make things pretty. She’ll likely end up either sorting Myrcella’s wardrobe or painting for her when they get older.

- Alona Staedmon: Myrcella’s youngest lady, a few months younger than Myrcella, she’s desperately homesick for Broad Arch. She doesn’t dislike the princess, but she wants to go home. As such, she’s still quite withdrawn. She does like music though, so perhaps those lessons would draw her out.

- Unella Manning: Upbeat, excitable, competitive, and daring, Unella is always coming up with things to do. She thinks of new ideas at a mile a minute. She doesn’t mean to wear people out - she just wants to play! Unfortunately, her antics distract her from most lessons more often than not. Perhaps if Septa Eglantine could turn them into games.

- Merianne Mertyns: Merianne likes to learn! She’s not very good at art, but she’s taken to heraldry and history very well. She’s a bit boring for the other girls since she would rather read or people watch than play the sort of games that her friends want, but at least she can come up with a good story for them.

- Gisella Gaunt: Gisella is, bluntly, a little bit of a priss (not to mention a suck up to any authority figure she sees). She gets very grouchy if the other girls do something she thinks is dirty or boring or beneath them. Since she’s about 9, she thinks the other girls should listen to her since she’s one of the oldest. Needless to say, the other children don’t like her very much, though the adults tend to because she’s organized, neat, and (on the face of it) very well behaved.

- Bessa Blount: Bessa is big fun. She likes to sneak food and sparkly objects and little trinkets she finds around that look interesting (like coloured pebbles she finds while walking the Red Keep). She’s always getting in trouble for picking at things and scraping up her hands - she’s indignant. She just wants to know how they work!

- Maerie Rykker: Maerie is an artistic little girl - she’s enjoying learning about poetry and art and sewing. She’ll be a proper little lady, that one. She’s still learning the ins and outs of courtesies, but she’s enjoying it. It’s hard though - she wants to play but also wants to be a lady. It’s hard to resist a ball game though - it’s only passing a ball around to each other, surely something that fun isn’t so bad?

- Joy Hill: Joy was sent to Myrcella hoping it would be easier for some smaller lordling or knight to make a match for their son. Serving as a lady-in-waiting is a respectable position until then and the Lannister connections will surely catch some small noble’s attention, even if she’s baseborn. That said, she’s under very strict instructions to keep a reasonable distance from Myrcella (as much as she can while still doing her duties) because she is a bastard. She’s still a very lonely girl.

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DRAGONSTONE:

Dragonstone is bleak and poor, so I figured they probably couldn’t supply too too many ladies. But when you add in different Reach and Stormlands connections Stannis and Selyse have, I figured the number would be about average for most of the south - around 5. Shireen has fewer because of the greyscale - I figure if Stannis is having a hard time arranging a match for her because of it, other nobles probably wouldn’t be jumping at the bit to have their daughters serve Shireen either.

Selyse Florent’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Amber Grandison: Amber is a skittish, superstitious, very timid young lady. Dragonstone is not helping. She’s probably going to get worse dealing with the very severe ruling family here. Until she can return home, she passes along messages (often between Selyse and Stannis).

- Leria Chyttering: Leria is just as stern and severe as her lady. She’s older, with her own grown children, and she’s been with Selyse longest. She’s done her best to ensure her lady gives Stannis the son he wants, but so far her advice and research has proven fruitless.

- Alona Celtigar: Alona is a pragmatic and humourless women on her best days. She’s a hard worker though and when she works on Selyse’s schedules, they’re always prudent and well thought out, with enough time to move from one to the other. Even if she doesn’t have much time for much amusement, the place is certainly organized.

- Rona Sunglass: A pious woman from a pious house. She wants to help and to her, that means reaching out to the Seven and praying for their help to give Stannis and Selyse sons and for Stannis’ work on the council. She, ah, may not be having a fun time of it once Melisandre makes the scene, but right now she helps Selyse dress and fetches things for her and prays.

- Violet Celtigar: Violet is Alona’s sister. She’s less humourless but far more withdrawn. The constant weariness of Dragonstone gets to her too. She’s not one to speak up and she generally lacks confidence - which she takes out on people who cross her and rank below her.

- Melara Crane: Selyse’s aunt, she came to Dragonstone with Alester. While she’s hardly exuberant, the fact she’s a bit of an optimist might still make her one of the sunniest people on Dragonstone. She’s stuck up and ambitious, but generally well meaning, and she’s done her best to mitigate the frustration her niece feels about not having given her husband any sons.

Shireen’s Baratheon’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Alannys Tarly: Alannys is the Tarly’s middle daughter. She was sent here hoping the stricter, more disciplined environment would curb her wilful behaviour. She’s not cut out for Westeros’ ideal lady’s temperament - she’s fierce, stubborn, and indeed wilful. Thankfully, she’s also brave, protective, and hard working, so she’s not been completely written off as a potential 'lady’ yet.

- Jonquil Peasebury: Jonquil is still sorting herself out at Dragonstone. Newly arrived, she’s still learning the lay of the castle and the people there. She’s very curious and inquisitive, but also apprehensive, owing to her lady’s greyscale and the general gloom about the place.

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THE NORTH:

The North’s courts are small and practical, not big and grand like in the South. Plus the ideas of honour and morality are slightly different up North than in the South. I figure for the sake of the 'small, mostly practical’ court, I’d say the average around here is 3 ladies. Catelyn might eventually see about bringing up a few Riverlands ladies for her daughters, but right now they’re still a bit young. Besides, the girl’s ladies are more like play mates than assistants right now anyways.

Catelyn Tully’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Jonelle Cerwyn: Jonelle is confident, decisive, and companionable. Unfortunately, her appearance has ensured that Westeros’ marriage market has kept her single. For now, she uses her abilities to sort Lady Catelyn’s schedule and offer what help she can with the lady’s children.

- Elaena Glenmore: A good deal younger than the others, Elaena is very hopeful about the betrothal her father’s currently negotiating with the heir of House Forrester. She’s looking more and more to Lady Catelyn as a role model for how to rule a household. She’s also primarily responsible for any correspondence Catelyn entrusts with her ladies.

- Jathany Norrey: Jathany is an awkward, uncertain thing. She’s the daughter of the head of House Norrey, but Winterfell is another level of formality. She tries her best, but there are elements of courtesy she doesn’t understand and other elements she’s forever forgetting (like that it’s not 'the Lannister’ it’s 'Lord Lannister’ for example). She’s more helpful when it comes to having Catelyn’s horse tended and passing along what Catelyn tells her to pass along.

Sansa Stark’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Jeyne Poole: Jeyne is the steward’s daughter. Vivacious, proud, and a little mischievous, Jeyne’s very excited to serve as one of Sansa’s ladies - it’s just like the songs! The perfect lady with her perfect ladies. She and Sansa can usually be found somewhere gossiping.

- Beth Cassel: Beth is a bit younger than Sansa, but she admires the older girl and tries to imitate her to the best of her abilities. Beth’s still learning her way around a needle, but she likes to tell stories and sing with the other girls.

- Alys Karstark: A bit fiercer than the others, and a bit older, Alys has taken on a bit of role as a leader among Sansa’s ladies. She is ambitious and loyal to her family, but a courtly friend.

Arya Stark’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Rowena Umber: Rowena is Lord Umber’s littlest daughter. She is responsible and creative, though not so wild as Arya. She likes to come up with elaborate fantasies when she and Arya are playing. She’s a bit flighty, but reliable when Arya wants her.

- Lyanna Mormont: Stern, blunt and no-nonsense, especially for a child, Lyanna is diligent in the responsibilities she’s given. Fierce when crossed and a bit sarcastic, Lyanna is a loyal and prudent friend.

- Eddara Tallhart: Eddara is a playful, energetic little girl who would sooner ride or throw a snowball than be bored in lessons. She and Arya get into a lot of trouble together. She doesn’t mean any harm, but sometimes she gets carried away.

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THE REACH:

Okay, the Reach is huge, heavily populated, and the centre of court life and chivalry in Westeros. With so many extra people (and by extension, extra children), and so much focus on acting like a 'proper lady’ it’s no wonder Margaery (and probably by extension, Alerie) would have a huge retinue. Olenna is no longer the wife of the lord or a daughter of the ruling lord, so I haven’t given her any. At least not yet. I know she used to have at least one because it ties into backstory but right now she’s a blank.

Alerie Hightower’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Salanna Ashford: Salanna’s come to serve Lady Alerie as an out from staying at home where talk was starting about a potentially dangerous betrothal, just to get her out of the house where it’s too expensive and the family gets along too poorly to keep everyone around. A position doing Lady Alerie’s hair offers her a way to potentially find a betrothal more to her liking…and maybe settle a few scores against her family.

- Alys Beesbury: A cousin by marriage, Alys came to Alerie’s service to seek advancement for her own Tyrell brood. In addition, her connections to the massive Frey clan via her sister Beony, she keeps Alerie abreast of whatever news comes from the Twins about the various houses connected to the Freys.

- Olene Caswell: One of the daughters of Lord Caswell, Olene was offered a position due to the strategic importance of Bitterbridge. A lively girl, younger than most of their ladies, she’s very helpful when it comes to planning frolics and games.

- Rose Mullendore: Alerie’s companion since childhood, Rose is the only one to remain from when Alerie came to marry Mace. Her husband was lost in Robert’s Rebellion and none of her children lived past toddlerhood. Serving Alerie is likely the only thing keeping her emotionally stable, because surely repressing her grief is the best way to deal with these personal tragedies.

- Corrine Cordwayner: Corrine is a deal older than most of Alerie’s maids. She’s seen all her children either married, buried, or in suitable positions that she feels she can take an appointment with the Lady of Highgarden to have something useful to do. And if people around her dismiss her as a lady-in-waiting and unimportant, well, that’s their mistake for underestimating an old woman.

- Obara Hewett: The eldest daughter of Lord Hewett, about 25 years old. Obara is learning from Alerie how to serve as a wife and lady. She seems very mellow and easy to get along with…so long as the subject of the iron born isn’t brought up, where she becomes very sharp indeed.

- Elyn Tyrell: Yet another cousin by marriage, Elyn is several years older than Alerie. She is a skilled steward, and she tends to keep the servants in order serving as Alerie’s Mistress of Keys (basically a lady’s steward). She tends to be approachable, but firm and in charge - a deal moreso than the ideal Reach woman might be.

- Mya Sloane: Sly, witty, and clever, Mya is also among the friendliest (and youngest) of Alerie’s ladies. As yet unmarried and childless, her father was hoping she could find an appropriate match at court. While Mya plays lip service to her father’s desires, she’s having far more fun learning about and taking part in the intrigues of court life for Alerie and Olenna than she suspects she could being married.

- Tansy Oldflowers: An old family with a potential claim to Highgarden (albeit, an unlikely one - their’s comes through a bastard line), Tansy was offered a position to secure alliances. A shy woman from an ambitious family, Tansy is far more an Oldflowers creature than Alerie’s and they have her seeking positions and judgements in favour of the Oldflowers family even while they’re making friends.

- Teressa Norcross: Appointed by the Tyrells as a 'watch yourselves’ to the Florents, the Norcrosses accepted an offer to send Teressa to court. Teressa is far more impulsive and slightly more hedonistic than the Reach might want. She steps lightly around her mistress, hoping she won’t be seen as more Florent than Tyrell as she tries to use both to her advantage.

- Charlessa Redding: A small house desperate to move up in the world, it was extremely exciting when the Reddings managed to pull strings to have Charlessa appointed to Lady Alerie’s service. She didn’t expect to fall hard for her. Between that and her family, Charlessa will do anything to keep her position. She’s dreading the day her family might announce some betrothal and force her return, and has done her best to subtly nudge potential suitors to other ladies instead.

- Cella Graves: Another strategic appointment. The shield islands are critical for the Reach’s defence, so keeping them loyal to the Tyrells is of the utmost importance to them. Cella is significantly younger than the others, and is still a bit awkward in her place. She looks forward to learning from Alerie, but has yet to learn a lady’s confidence.

Margaery Tyrell’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Megga Tyrell: Megga is boisterous and joyful. She tends to accompany Margaery everywhere on excursions and enjoys dancing, sewing, gossiping, and is eager for romance. She is desperate for love, and often sends Margaery’s messages…along with hearing intel from Tyrell agents.

- Alla Tyrell: Alla is shy, gentle, kind, and musical. She is also easily frightened. Easily an innocent girl, not prone to outbursts and more likely to cry or run when faced with confrontation than get angry or defend herself. She’s most comfortable at home with her friends and fellow ladies, where she can sing and play the harp rather than play at the game of thrones.

- Elinor Tyrell: Elinor is developing leadership qualities - she is brave and smart, but haughty the way older children sometimes can be with younger ones. She is a bit of a flirt and looks forward to when she is a woman wed and has her own household. She is also surprisingly well read and often has something to discuss that she learned in a book.

- Alysanne Bulwer: Aly is an active and playful child. She spends most of her time playing games and learning the basics of courtesies and ruling. Her brother is sweet, but too unhealthy to expect to take a lordship, so she expects that she will be in charge of Bulwer should anything happen to her father. Thankfully, her father is in perfect health…

- Janna Tyrell: Margaery’s aunt, and the only one of Olenna’s children to inherit her political acumen. She’s not overly enthused about her husband, Jon Fossoway’s, work, seeing him as not particularly skilled at politics. Theirs is a marriage best kept out of the political arena. Meanwhile, she dotes on her niece, helping to groom her into a shrewd and savvy lady and feeding her all the choice gossip about court (especially about their rivals).

- Taena Merryweather: Taena is an older woman with a young son. She serves to instruct Margaery in Valyrian and acting as her agent. She desires advancement for her son and the prospect of him becoming a squire or ward at Highgarden is too good to pass up.

- Alyce Graceford: A few years older, Alyce serves as an older sister figure for the younger girls. Anything they’re curious about but don’t want to ask their mothers or Olenna about, they tend to ask her. She is particularly skilled at courtly courtesies and subtly mockery, ever on the lookout for weaknesses she can bring to her lady. She’s also newly betrothed though, and who knows how a marriage and later on, children, will affect her relationship with Margaery.

- Leonette Fossoway: Garlan’s new wife from Cider Hall, Leonette has taken to accompanying her goodsister. She’s very perceptive and sweetly witty, being prone to worrying over others. She enjoys teaching the younger girls about hawking, playing music, and poetry, areas she herself enjoys while she waits for children.

- Meredyth Crane: The master-at-arms daughter, Meredyth came to Red Lake to be with her father after her mother died of a wasting illness. She’s the apple of her father’s eye and may have an eye towards Willas Tyrell. She knows it probably won’t happen, but she’s known him forever and surely there’s no harm in looking? Until then, she spends her time making jokes and telling stories, hawking and TRYING to arrange Margaery’s wardrobe - it would be easier if she spent less time riding and wearing out her clothes.

- Sera Durwell: Sera serves Margaery while she is on an ambitious husband hunt. She is desperate to secure her position because of a secret she’s harbouring - she’s actually a bastard. Her mother used to serve as one of Olenna’s ladies and for her service, the Tyrells have covered up her origins and called her a Durwell (who most likely have been bribed to keep their mouths shut). As Margaery provides her security, Sera clings to this job with all she has.

- Mira Forrester: Mira is DEFINITELY a far way from her home in the Kingswood. Her mother, from the Reach, used old connections to send her daughter to Highgarden. She wants her to learn the ways of a southern court (perhaps planning an ambitious marriage match for later). Mira is enjoying her life in Highgarden, but if push comes to shove, she is her family’s creature first, not Margaery’s.

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THE VALE:

The Vale is where the Andals and their ideas of courtly life first showed up, so I can imagine the Vale wanting more than just the average number of ladies. Unfortunately, the Vale also seems to have a lot of old names who are strapped for cash, so I’ve given Lysa six. Enough to be more than average, but only by one.

Lysa Arryn’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Morgana Wydman: Brought into Lady Lysa’s service a few years ago, Morgana is very serious and dour, with a bit of a morbid sense of humour (possibly brought on tide of grim news during the Rebellion). She keeps to her ladies’ messages and takes great care not to be overheard by Robin, lest Lysa find out.

- Carolei Redfort: Carolei is a sly woman who focuses largely on using ceremony to her advantage. Using the details of courtesy and ceremony to get what she wants, Carolei can be extremely pedantic - but she is detail oriented, well suited to helping arrange meetings and activities.

- Ursula Elesham: Ursula is ambitious and clever, with an interest in reading about the arcane if you believe rumour. She did her best to advise Lady Lysa about her fertility and since then has done whatever is asked with regards to little Lord Robert. As such, she often has the Lady Lysa’s ear - though you can’t get something from nothing from Ursula. If you want her to pass something along to Lysa, you had best have something to offer her.

- Anya Templeton: Anya is significantly younger than Lady Lysa. She is an idealistic, compassionate, wise girl who tries to be understanding. In many ways, she reminds Lysa of herself and Lysa can’t decide if she likes her or is horrifically jealous of her relative innocence. As such, Anya is currently terrified of Lysa’s inconstant attitude and behaviour towards her and tends to keep as much of a distance as she can.

- Perra Hunter: Probably the most mature and sensible of the group. Perra tends to ignore the others schemes and drama and complicated relationships. She just hangs back and picks up the pieces when they fall. She tends to put together Lysa’s schedule and appointments, trying to keep things somewhat in order. She also is the one who keeps Jon Arryn abreast of what is going on with his wife and her ladies, at least as much as she is able.

- Jalona Moore: Jalona is a shy devotee of the Faith. She enjoys connections to her uncle, Ser Mandon Moore, but that is one of the few things she enjoys, as Jalona is very morose and sometimes despondent. She tends to serve as Lysa’s prayer companion and keeps to traditional pursuits such as embroidery, knitting, and singing.

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DORNE:

Dorne’s not got a huge population, but then they also only have Arianne as a daughter of the Prince (and her mother’s long since left). I’ve mostly just translated her friends from the books into her ladies-in-waiting. Plus I threw in Elia because that’s the role she plays in TWOW, might as well get her started (Sorry, Arianne!)

Arianne Martell’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Jynessa Blackmont: Jynessa has been sent to cultivate relationships with Sunspear for when she and Arianne rule in their own rights. Jynessa is a tad more responsible, but she’s also slightly more fanciful and vain. The two of them work together scheming and they often talk about matters concerning Dorne.

- Myria Jordayne: Another heir sent to cultivate relations in Sunspear, Myria is a good deal quieter. She prefers to study and learn about Dorne and investigate than plot or hang around. Perhaps this is because she is several years older and can’t stand as much breathless melodrama anymore, and so she tends to stay out of Arianne’s games.

- Jayne Ladybright: A new attendant to Arianne, Jayne is made of far milder stuff. She’s not shy, but she’s not as mischievous, ambitious, or wilful as Arianne. “Relaxed” is a good way to put it. She prefers to do her duty to the best of her ability and enjoy pleasant times as they come. She’s got a sensible head on her shoulders though, and so she can be very helpful when it comes to day to day responsibilities.

- Sylva Santagar: Sylva has been one of Arianne’s closest companions since they were small. Sylva is loyal, funny, perceptive and always eager to go along with Arianne’s ideas. Recently, she’s become worried for Arianne’s place if her suspicions about her father’s relationship with her brother are true. Sylva will do anything to help Arianne keep her place.

- Elia Sand: A young cousin, Ellaria and Doran are hoping Arianne might be able to instruct Elia in acting more like a lady. So far, it’s not working. Elia is precocious, wild, adventurous, and too curious for her own good. It’s a wonder she hasn’t broken something important yet. She doesn’t mean to cause trouble, but she has a hard time thinking ahead. Arianne despairs of her role teaching Elia and wishes Tyene were her lady instead… which probably isn’t helping matters, no.

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THE IRON ISLANDS:

The Iron Islands are broke, bleak, and super serious. Ladies-in-waiting are probably more used for practical reasons. And in Asha’s case, they’re probably expected to work on and help on her ship. Due to the population, money issues, and cultural differences, I’ve just given 3, like in the similarly practical North. Alannys is recovering from her cough on Harlaw, so her ladies have probably gone back home. Meanwhile I imagine Gwyn and Sona are much closer to the Ironborn’s traditional idea of what women should be, so they probably spend most of their time going 'ASHA NO’.

Asha Greyjoy’s Ladies-in-waiting

- Gwyn Goodbrother of Hammerhorn: Gwyn is probably a little too easily scandalized to belong to Asha’s crew. She believes in traditional roles for ironborn women - spinning flax for sails, weaving canvas, running homes and having children. Just because women SOMETIMES went on raids does NOT mean it’s their proper role, Asha. Needless to say, Asha tends to ignore her. Which is fine with Gwyn (no it’s not, it chafes her to no end), because she’s fine with going over the ship’s ledgers and at least keeping Asha’s affairs in order. Grumbling under her breath all the while, I’m sure.

- Sona Harlaw of the Tower of Glimmering: Sona is the quieter one between herself and Gwyn. She’s not physically cut out for raiding, and honestly lacks the bravado she’d need to do it herself. As a 'normal’ lady in waiting Sona would probably be sewing and weaving, singing, and generally being out of the way. On Asha’s ship, she’s more like to use those to help keep a rhythm for oars or to repair sails. She has little in common with her lady, being much more demure, and so she tends to stay out of Asha’s way and follow whatever orders she’s given while trying to gently nudge her towards more traditional ways of ladyhood (good luck with that).

- Yara Kenning: Yara is probably the only one of the three ladies who’s enjoying her time in Asha’s service. Or Asha’s company at all, really. She thinks this is all a great lark and she’s along for the ride. A bit of a troll and generally okay with learning to raid and sail, she fits in a lot better with the crew than Sona or Gwyn ever have. And if she’s keeping her own affairs secret along with Asha’s, well, you’d better just keep your mouth shut, hadn’t you?

- Ella Welkerton: A thirteen year old girl called a lady-in-waiting as a euphemism. She’s a hostage to her mother’s good behaviour after a failed revolt and everyone knows it. Normally charismatic and friendly, Ella’s still a thirteen year old girl who’s never been away from her mother for long before, never mind being on a ship crew. She doesn’t necessarily object to it, but the crew intimidates her. Asha’s ordered hands off, but that doesn’t make it easier. Already a pious girl, Ella’s sought solace from the Drowned God now more than ever. Nothing kills the crew’s interest in annoying her more than pious bleating, so that’s a plus.

Essos: I don’t really see Ladies-in-waiting being much of a thing in Essos? Female attendants, yes, slaves,yes (sadly) but not ladies-in-waiting as such. At least, not by that title. I imagine when Viserys bought Dany her Dothraki attendants, it was to befit her station as a Westerosi princess in preparation for his 'triumphant return’. If the players don’t somehow throw Dany off track, Missandei will become one later.

Daenerys Targaryen’s Ladies-in-waiting are Jhiqui, Irri, and Doreah, as per canon, with Missandei coming in later (along with a video game canon character called Udemi).

The Westerlands, Riverlands, and the Stormlands don’t currently have Ladies (as in, a woman married to the ruling Lord) and no female children of the Lord currently living there. It’s possible (even probable) other members of their families may have ladies-in-waiting but I’ve not charted them out yet. Renly and Edmure might get ladies-in-waiting around if they get married or have children any time soon. For reference, the Riverlands and Stormlands would have about 5 ladies and I haven’t yet decided the Westerlands number. I can’t imagine them not throwing in an extra or two just because they’re rich and they can. I’m not sure if there would be AS many as in the Reach because they’ve not got the same focus on courtly life, nor the same huge population. If you have any thoughts, please let me know. I’m thinking around 7 might be average for the Westerlands?

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I think that you’ve done a really great job here. I like how you tried to sketch out their personalities and sort of fill in the blanks that GRRM left. I also liked the Lannys and Lantells of Lannisport ;)

I’m not sure that there would be a predetermined number of ladies-in-waiting for each region, or even a strong guideline, but I do agree that the Reach probably has more ladies in waiting on average. One of the things to keep in mind is that, as far as I understand it in real life and maybe somebody will correct me if I’m wrong, a lady in waiting became part of the household she was serving and so the households with higher incomes could afford more ladies, which is why wealthier places like the Reach or the Westerlands would tend to have noblewomen with larger retinues, while in poorer places like the Iron Islands, there doesn’t seem to be a very strong tradition of ladies in waiting.

I think that other factors that might determine the number of ladies in waiting are the lady herself (Cersei is very misogynistic and seems to have few ladies in canon), as well as the prevailing political situation.

One small correction - your in-laws in ASOIAF are called your “good-[relationship]”

For example, Marg is Cersei’s good-daughter, and Harys Swyft is Kevan’s good-father. Some examples in the text:

To be sure, a good-father is not the ideal hostage

"On the morrow I want you to pay a call on my good-daughter," Cersei said as Dorcas was dressing her for bed.

So I think maybe what you mean above is that Genna would be her good-mother?

Anyways, this all looks amazing! Excellent work! Thank you for sharing it with me 💕

#blenderbender1811 #replies #submission #long post #long post for ts #ladies in waiting #fanfic #really cool!

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“If you get caught doing the same stuff you’re not going to improve...” An Interview with RANT MA ARE FDA BNI ETR LL

What do you write and what crews do you rep? I write Rant/ Ranter, I rep MA, ARE, FDA, BNI, ETR, LL. When did you start writing and what got you into it? I started writing around the end of 2007, early 2008. What really opened the door to writing graffiti was skateboarding. I had a friend who I skated with that did graffiti. I would always see him doing tags, sketching, and showing me graffiti magazines. From there on it was pretty addicting. Skateboarding all the time, staying at my friend’s house in the city, painting all night until the sun came up.

Have you ever found any of your other hobbies/interests integrating themselves into graffiti? Hardcore/music, it’s funny when go to shows then you meet people later down the road and they’re like, “Oh yeah, I remember going to that show” or liking a certain band. Small world; you’re in the same venue and don’t even know it. I’ve found out a lot of graffiti writers do listen to hardcore or play in hardcore bands, which is pretty cool. Maybe it’s the whole traveling and getting your name out there thing with both your band and what you write.

On the topic of music, do you find that the music you’re listening to ever influences how your piece turns out? I can understand how certain music does influence different styles of graffiti. For me it honestly doesn’t do much, I listen to all different kinds of music when I sketch or paint. Sometimes just more upbeat music makes me paint faster haha.

So then what would you say does influence you? Whether in be style-wise or life in general? I would say seeing all my crew mates paint. We are all in a group chat and talk to each other everyday. Not like one of those crews where you talk or see each other once every 6 months and the crew is half way across the states. Seeing my friends improve and paint really motivates me to get out and paint. Style-wise I found the more I stopped asking for people’s advice I began developing a style of my own. When I first started it was lot of graffiti magazines, going out to spots and seeing all the old tunnels which are now turned into bike paths. A lot of history getting buffed or covered by people who don’t know history. Also some of the internet forms like 12oz and Flickr always got my gears turning.

Speaking of old spots, there’s no doubt that gentrification is effecting even the smallest of places nowadays. This has led to a lot of history and good spots to be erased from the map. I know this is one of contributing factors for the boom more writers focusing on painting trains, which is for the better or worse, but do you see any upsides to this sort of forced change of scenery? Definitely worse for trains but we regulate our spots and a lot of the time people respectful about staying out. It’s also weird because I feel like they’re only a few freight heads, others paint a lot of walls and streets as well. You have to switch up your spots as well, consistency at the same spot will get you caught. I’m a big lover of trains but I see a lot of people covering stuff now, doing big ass backgrounds or thinking because they paint big that it’s justifiable going over someone who’s well known or up on freights. All about keeping the spots safe. Safe way in and out, no cans or paint splattered on the ground, no blatant tags in or around the spot. Also talking to people instead of being a hot head or an asshole definitely goes a long way. People don’t think about consequences and let their shitty egos get in the way for no good reason at all.

As it relates to respect and seniority, do you think having an ego is valid?

I don’t think it’s ever valid. There’s nothing wrong with being proud of it, but there’s no reason to think you’re better than anyone else because of it.

Are there any moments you’re particularly proud of, or any pieces?

I’m really not one to love my own stuff. I get a feeling of satisfaction but I’m always pretty harsh on myself.

I like there’s humbleness in that though and perhaps a motivation to continually push yourself. Was there ever a time when you felt stagnant or stuck with graffiti?

Definitely, I feel stagnant with graffiti every once in a while because more than not I’m super busy with family life or work. I always try to keep family first, my daughter is growing older by the day and can’t get these moments back. Trains and walls will always be there, your family won’t. I always try to draw though, sometimes I go for months without drawing or doing anything graffiti related but that’s for the good. Gives spots time to cool down and you spend quality time with family.

Do you ever hope that your daughter will take the same path you did? Or will you just have her follow whatever path is right for her? Definitely whatever path is right for her. Maybe she can change the world in a positive way, she’s a lover of books already which is a good thing! I feel like you can only guide them so far then the rest is up to them. Just have to support her and steer her in the right direction and hope for the best.

Going off of the hope aspect of things, do you hope to see the graffiti culture head in any sort of direction as time goes on? Personally I hope people stop painting trains haha, but I like where it is right now. If graffiti was legal or accepted in society it wouldn’t be fun.

If there’s one tip you could give about improvement in graffiti, what would it be? Draw a lot, and try different things. Like try to write other words as well to keep stuff fresh and different. Because if you get caught doing the same stuff you’re not going to improve, you’ll stay the same. Always try different styles and letters. Don’t care about what people think of your graffiti, do what you want to do. Once I stopped listening to people my styled formed on it’s own.

Thanks for doing this man! Any shout outs you want to give? I’d like to give a few shot outs to my good friends and crew mates. Opres, Mate, Monoe, Efyou, Snale, House, Spaz, Agree, Eror, Oahu, Nerue, and James. Anyone in ARE, FDA, ETR, BNI, and LL. Sorry if I forgot anyone. Zyre and Spre forever. Also big shout out to my wife and daughter. Love you both, you never go unappreciated.

#interview

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jeantue · 7 years

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SLAIN by guitars

I love guitars! Though as a guy in a band, I usually think of the song first and the guitar second. At least that was the case up from my Pie days through Verst’s last album Starship Crash. But leading into our new album David Slain, that started to change. The songs on this new record are built around riffs and I did stuff with the sounds just to make the guitar louder, more cathartic, and more over the top than ever before. I don’t know why. It’s just the way I felt. Anyway, here are the guitars we used to record Verst's David Slain LP..

Rickenbacker 4003 Bass

Since he bought it a couple years ago, John Parsons has played only this instrument. I've never seen anything else in his hands. He just loves it.

JP's ricky sounds incredible, and stays in tune like an absolute champ - much better than you'd expect for such a lightweight bass. Like any stock Rickenbacker bass, it hummed quite a bit when he got it, because the single coil pickups do not come with reversed polarity. I have no idea why Rickenbacker doesn't set them up in humbucking mode. Weird. Anyway, I tried to do the polarity mod myself, but realized pretty quickly that there was a possibility that I was going to damage a pickup irreparably. So I backed away from that, and John had Chris Barnett do it. Now it doesn't hum when both pickups are selected. I don't think John ever sets it any other way. The both-pickups sound seems to be his jam and I just love it.

Speaking of Jam, Bruce Foxton played his Rickenbacker through Marshalls and it sounded like God’s piano.

I just see that bass and famous Ricky players come to mind - Lemmy, Paul Gray, Paul McCartney, Bruce Foxton, Lou Barlow.. the list goes on. I think that in order to play a Ricky you really need to be a BASS GUITAR player, not a low end or clean player. I suppose you could use it as a slap pop machine, but with no gain loading from the amp, it's a pretty thin sound. But run it through a cranked up tube amp, such as John Parsons' 200-watt Hovercraft, and you are on your way to achieving a very rich, thick, punchy, piano-like tone. Now that we have only one guitar in the band, there is a huge amount of space for John's bass to own. His Rickenbacker really does that space justice. You can hear nothing but this bass in the first couple minutes of Secret Sea.

That’s Paul Gray on the right here with The Damned. Gray’s extremely sick Rickenbacker tones and guitarish playing can be heard on The Black Album, Live at Shepperton, and Strawberries.

1993 Gibson Les Paul Custom

This guitar is the living document of just how far my Les Paul obsession has gone. Last time I wrote a blog entry, I said that I was obsessing over a cherry sunburst Custom. Then voila. LOOK at the thing.

It's gorgeous. And it plays like a big heavy brick of butter. Smooth as hell. Resonant, but not overly midrangey. It is so heavy that the notes it produces are like icebreakers smashing and cutting through a mix like so much glass. I'm pretty much playing this guitar 95% of the time and it pretty much comprises about that much of the guitar on the album, so I guess that makes me a real Les Paul guy. For all the fighting and ergonomic crime involved, it is so addictive and sounds so powerful that I just can't put it down. It’s the best instrument I’ve ever had.

While I was thinking about this album, and wanting the guitars to fucking completely take over, I kept going back to Iggy Pop's Raw Power - the sound of James Williamson's LP custom through a dimed Vox AC30. It’s so huge and in-your-face. I realized pretty quickly that the stock 90s pickups that came on my Custom were too heavily wound, too dark. The key to Williamson's sound is the brightness, the presence. So I got some fantastic pickups for this guitar - some Throbak PAF-style things that give it a holographic, smoky brightness. Man, that hit the spot. Because in a big way, I was tired of polite and pretty sounds. I wanted this record to be an aggressive guitar album. I wanted weaponized guitar. The LP Custom seemed to force all of that to happen anyway. My challenge was just to capture those sounds and mix them in a way that didn't puss out.

James Williamson wielding a generator of raw power back in the day.

I also changed the tuners on this guitar, from the big fat stock Grovers to Schaller knock-offs that I found on eBay. They're not quite as good as real Schallers, but they're much better than the Grovers. I don't know why people like the Grovers. They're heavy and they have all this unnecessary, undignified lash in the way the gears mate up and move. Now the guitar is incredibly stable. I can often play 4 or 5 songs with string bends and everything and it's still in tune. I love the dependability and stability of it. And that's a change for me, because in the past, one thing I've loved about Jazzmasters was their very unpredictability and the cool pitchy wooziness you can create with them. Now when I want to do that with the Les Paul, it all has to be in my left hand - not in a whammy bar or from waving the neck around. It's a different way of playing and I think it makes me a better, more deliberate player.

Homemade Stigmata Jazzblaster

For the first time since I started playing a Jazzmaster (1992?), my Jazzmaster took a back seat to another guitar - the Les Paul. But I did have to pull out the Stigmata. This is the best Jazzmaster I've ever owned, just incredible. And I made it! (See my old blog post about it). It is a weapons-grade Jazzmaster, with all top shelf bits, and it's black with that anodized aluminum pickguard. It's all business and looks like some kind of weapon. It just so happens that it plays beautifully and has incredible halo of harmonics ringing off the string lengths after the bridge. Somehow all those dimensions lined up perfectly to make that happen. And the light swamp ash isn't too light on this one. I think it's too light on the red Jazzmaster I made, but that's a topic for another post. Sadly, I sold that red guitar.

Even though I am still more comfortable playing a Jazzmaster than a Les Paul, I only played the Jazzblaster guitar on a handful of songs on this record.. Sick Pretty Pilots, Laid Off For The Summer, and (Nice). There are songs, like those, where the Jazzmaster sounds better, either because you can hear the notes of the chords more clearly, or because a whammy bar is needed to do the parts justice. When we rehearse, sometimes I stick with the Les Paul all the way through, even on those songs. But I don't think I'll ever get away from the Jazzmaster for shows and recording. It's in my bones.

Homemade Telemaster

"Burnt candy grind" is how my brother Matt so vividly describes the incredible and unique sound a Tele can produce with its bridge pickup and the right kind of bright clean amp setting. This is the sound you get just before breakup, when the tubes are loading up some compression, but not breaking up yet, bass is set on 0, treble is on 10. The first three Echo and the Bunnymen albums are rife with that sound (example: Do It Clean). I kept hearing some Will Sergeant style chords over the final ending section of Sick Pretty Pilots. For as long as I've been into EBM you'd think it would have been easy for me to get the sound. But I'd tried several times to get it right, using different guitars or having Mike play it on his Telemaster, and none of that quite worked.

Will Sergeant doing it right.

I finally got it right myself with my own Telemaster and a 70s silverface Fender Twin Reverb. Right when I hit record and it was sounding perfect, Christine and Eli came home and I was already late making dinner for them. So I just finished my one take, saved the file and that was it. But it was the perfect sound and take. Luckily, finally.

I guess the neck pickup isn’t quite aligned, but it’s still a cool guitar.

2014 Fender Johnny Marr Jaguar

This was not my guitar. I don't like Jaguars very much because of the short scale and the brittle-sounding pickups. But sometimes, that's just what's needed, and Fender did a really sweet job on this model. This guitar belonged to Brian Shultz, but I believe he has sold it by now. Brian is a super cool guy with fabulous taste in guitars. We share rehearsal space with him. I used his Jaguar for the left-channel rhythm guitar in Bath Salts & Me, where I needed a single coil sound that would provide just the barest but still great-sounding sketch of the chords and rhythm.

Squier Bass VI

This is also Brian Shultz' guitar. I used this to fatten up the power chord refrains in Bath Salts & Me, because it can actually dip down for the low D-flats that are in that part. It's in there sorta subliminally in the left channel, slamming through a Marshall Super Lead with the volumes on about 6.

Not quite sure what one would accomplish with the whammy bar on this thing but it must be fun to try.

"Plastic Hippie Values" - 1977 Yamaha FG-345 Acoustic (wounded)

Poor Plastic Hippie Values! A couple years ago I took it on a Summer camping trip to the Southwest where it was basically roasted in the back of my pickup truck for a week. Stupidly, I tried to adjust the truss rod while the neck was in the throes of warping and swelling. The truss rod snapped. So now the neck is permanently bowed inward and the guitar has painfully high action. This is my only acoustic guitar, unfortunately, so it's all I had to use to double the arpeggio parts in the choruses of Plastic Cow.

Sometimes I create parts I refer to as "music box" sections, where several layered guitars play the same or interlocking arpeggiative parts together to form a machine-like arrangement. It reminds me of a music box or player piano because of how prescriptive and interlocked the parts are. I don't know if that's how it comes across to other people when they hear the recording. But playing that particular part up around the 12th fret with some strings ringing open on this super high action guitar was really difficult. It's already the kind of part that I have to learn by muscle memory and not think about while I play it, or I'll screw it up. The high action made that all the more difficult to do.

Here’s a very little Eli back in San Leandro with Plastic Hippie Values and a couple Jazzmasters I don’t have anymore.

I do have an emotional attachment to this guitar, because it is the only acoustic I've owned in my adult life and I've had it since around 1991. But replacing a truss rod is very expensive, certainly costing more money than the guitar is worth. And what I really want for an acoustic guitar is a vintage arch top, like a Gretsch or Gibson. I'm not really an acoustic person anyway, so I don't know what I'm going to do.

#gibson #gibson les paul #yamaha fg-345 #jazzmaster #jazzblaster #les paul custom #rickenbacker #rickenbacker 4003 #fender #jaguar #squier #bass vi

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Jensen McRae | The Road to Nerdfighteria

DFTBA. If you are not subscribed to the vlogbrothers YouTube channel, and if you never have been, you might not know what that stands for. It’s an initialism (because acronyms are pronounceable, fact c/o of a vlogbrothers video) that stands for Don’t Forget To Be Awesome. It is the official (or perhaps unofficial) motto of the nerdfighter community. (Nerdfighters are people who are fans of vlogbrothers, the content creators therein, or the community therein. I think that’s enough definitions for now). When I was 14 years old, this book called The Fault in Our Stars came out. A good friend of mine was kind of obsessed with the author, this slightly sub-middle-aged white guy named John Green, and she insisted that I read both The Fault in Our Stars and Looking for Alaska, this John Green guy’s first book. I was a reader in childhood, having developed nearsightedness due to my predilection for reading in the dark after my bedtime by flashlight (at least that’s the explanation my mother gave me). However, recently I’d found myself frustrated by books. I would tear through middle-grade chick lit (that’s the best way I can describe these terribly formulaic books with dull characters and contrived plots that always involved two straight/white/able-bodied/middle-class best friends falling in love) when I found it, but other than that, I wasn’t reading as much as I used to. I can’t really remember what I did with my free time. I guess I was writing songs? I think I was mostly playing The Sims 3. I digress. In any case, I was in ninth grade and on the precipice of Maybe Being Cool, and this friend was one of the cooler girls in class, so I bought TFiOS (hip shorthand) about two months after its publication and read it over spring break in ninth grade. I read it in one three or four hour sitting, and I cried. Like a lot. It was the first time since early childhood that I could remember a book moving me in such a poignant way. I was attached to the characters, I was absorbed by the plot, and the language! The LANGUAGE in that story was so compelling. I was picking up on subtext and metaphors in a way that I’d only ever done when I was forced to in English class. The book had reinvigorated my love for words in stories that no other book could have. Then I took a brief reading hiatus. The second half of my ninth grade year was me continuing to ascend the social ladder, however slowly. I still joked that I was a dork, but the truth of the matter was, I had friends from every rung. I was sociable with tech geeks, theater nerds, football players, and cheerleaders alike. I felt like people had stopped looking through me like I was invisible. It was largely due to my presence on the school newspaper, which drew both the ambitious popular kids and the ambitious nerdy kids to its ranks. Also, I had a boyfriend. We never kissed or held hands or even went on dates, but we hung out every day at school and told people we were dating. This was enough to get me at least a bit of social buying power. (I promise this is all relevant to the story). Then, at the end of freshman year, I realized that I was sick of having a boyfriend who did not kiss me or hold my hand or go on dates with me, and also didn’t answer my texts or calls once school let out. So I called his house and dumped him over the phone. I spent the summer feeling sorry for myself, turning to the Internet and its thriving subculture of fame and infamy. Whenever I get heartbroken in real life, I fall deeply and inconsolably in love with fictional characters and/or celebrities who are too old for me. That summer, it was Jack and Finn Harries, Dan Howell, and any other British 20-year-old who made funny sketches and made me feel like I was loved, even though they were thousands of miles away, several years older, and had no idea who I was. It was during this summer that I discovered a channel featuring two much older men named Hank Green and John Green (yes relation, they’re brothers). Their videos were all at least somewhat informational, whether they be about politics, science, literature, or just about the personal lives of the men who made the videos. About five videos in, I realized that John Green of the vlogbrothers was John Green of TFiOS fame. I was elated! There were hundreds of videos on the channel going back to 2007. In between reading self-insert fanfic about the Harries twins, I would watch vlogbrothers videos, reminding myself to read John’s other books when I got the chance. When I returned to school, all the work that I’d done to become popular seemed to dissolve before my very eyes. Sophomore year was when we switched campuses, to the Upper School, and all the actual popular kids were going to parties with upperclassmen and trying alcohol and getting into real relationships. I was stuck in the past, pining over boys who only hung out with me so I would help them write their essays and obsessing over Tumblr and YouTube. I was also experiencing turbulence in my personal life unlike any I’d ever had before. It’s so clear to me now that I was afraid of the social rejection and emotional darkness in the real world, so I holed myself up online, laughing while handsome young Brits wore wigs on camera and rewatching John Green speed-talk his way through a fake television show he titled “Hitler and Sex.” In the midst of this Internet-ing, I read that other John Green book my old friend had mentioned, even though she’d already begun the slow and painful process of outgrowing me (the death knell of our friendship was when she told me about having sex with her boyfriend in her car and my response was some combination of a prudish, judgmental face and an exclamation of “Ew!”). Looking for Alaska leveled me just as profoundly as TFiOS had, and with no social life to worry about, I was hungry for more. I read the other books that John Green had talked about on his channel–Fahrenheit 451 and The Great Gatsby, plus other works that his recommendations had led me to, like Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, The Taming of the Shrew, and one of my all-time favorites to this day, Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut. I was reading a book almost every week, downloading them to my iPad and going back to my old habits, reading by dim light long after I should have already gone to sleep. My schoolwork wasn’t where it needed to be, but I was thriving. Awakened, even. Though my junior year marked another ascent into minor popularity, I crash-landed my senior year, coming off a painful rejection from a summer romance and a position in student government that should have won me acceptance but largely isolated me from everyone but my fellow council mates and steady friends. College applications were stressing me out, I felt alienated from even my immediate circle, and I was worried about my social future. Though I was accepted to the only two universities I applied to, I felt inert and emotionally itchy. I descended back into what I knew best: books. I read more Vonnegut, bizarre stories by delightful authors like Graeme Cameron and Douglas Coupland, and of course, my current #1 all-time, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz. After my brain literally exploded from reading Oscar Wao in all its sprawling, multilingual, multigenerational, magical realistic/science fictional glory, I devoured Díaz’s two books of short stories, Drown and This Is How You Lose Her. I vividly remember those days in the spring of 2015, using my seemingly endless multitude of free periods to sit in the sweaty, iron-hot bleachers, nose burrowed in a book, ignoring the festivities of senior year around me. I was happier alone, laughing at Kurt’s crude drawings and Díaz’s matter-of-factness about love and sex, experiences I’d still yet to have at 17. I graduated, and I went to USC, where within a month of starting school I met Junot Díaz and got him to sign my copy of Oscar Wao. I dealt with the Usual College Stuff, like homesickness (from half an hour away…I’m weak) and social anxiety and academic adjustments and figuring out what the hell it actually means to major in popular music. I stopped judging people for drinking alcohol and having sex, I stopped being afraid of parties (though I’m still terrified of boys…and rightly so), I stopped being disappointed in my real life because it doesn’t follow a neat narrative (or at least I do it less now). However, I never stopped reading, and I never stopped watching vlogbrothers videos. I am a faithful nerdfighter, because that online community and John’s books have seen me through some dark times. Somewhere in the last five years, I read An Abundance of Katherines (not my favorite), Paper Towns (used to be my favorite but TFiOS ranks supreme at the moment), and Will Grayson Will Grayson (absolutely ACES but technically cowritten with David Levithan so to me it is in a separate category). I’ve watched thousands of videos from vlogbrothers and Crash Course. I went to Vidcon in 2014 and met John in person for about five seconds, handing him my business card and a #JustinCarrWantsWorldPeace luggage tag before he was escorted to his next event by security. My love of language has blossomed into three young adult manuscripts, two feature films, a handful of short films, and hundreds of poems, songs, and essays. Though my inner and outer lives have changed substantially since I first wept onto the pages of TFiOS, I’m still anxious, and often. I’m still terrified of romantic rejection and I still put myself out there frequently and embarrassingly. I’m still a bookworm and I’m still a writer and I’m still a nerdfighter. And I think I always will be. John Green and his books have a special place in my heart. So when he announced that his first new book in almost six years is coming out this fall, I was overcome with emotion. Turtles All The Way Down isn’t just a book. It’s a historical artifact from the future, a piece of my past hurtling towards me from the opposite direction. When I think of John Green’s work, I think of my cringey adolescence, my weirdly small glasses and then my weirdly big glasses, my difficulty with my weight and my stunted social development. I think of the hours I spent reblogging fan art and GIF sets of real people that I’d mythologized into characters by watching their YouTube videos for so long. I think of my transition from Cute Little Girl to Awkward Bookish Teen to Real Human Woman. I was 14 when I read my first John Green book. I will be 20 when I read Turtles All The Way Down. The chasm between who I was and who I will be then is huge. Un-crossable by anyone but me. Right now, we’re a little less than four months out from the release of Turtles All The Way Down. Not much is known about the book, and I’d like to keep it that way. I’m feeling those tingly “no spoilers!” feelings I felt when I was in high school and enamored with the purity of an untouched literary experience. But as much as this book’s impending release is inspiring a unique kind of nostalgia in me, it’s also reminding me that I cannot go back. I cannot return to the innocent girl of 14 I was when I first heard John Green’s name, and I can’t get back the years I spent/lost/lived in between then and now. I can only move forward. I can only grow up. This book, in all likelihood, will not live up to my expectations. It will not change my life. It can’t, because though it will be my first time reading this particular book, it won’t be my first time becoming infatuated with literature. I’ve done that already. I may love this book, but there is a difference between falling in love with someone new and falling in love for the very first time. Before I met books with sweaty palms, dress askew, tongue heavy in my mouth. So…come here often? Now, each story is met with a knowing smile, legs crossed at the ankles like they’re supposed to be, no lipstick on the wine glass. Your place or mine? Before this book comes out, and I form any opinions about the content or the style, I would like to extend a heartfelt thank you to John Green. If not for his careful handiwork, if not for the immense trust that he puts in his young readers, if not for his heart-wrenching stories, I might never have been drawn to great books the way I am now. Thank you for caring. Thank you for writing even when your illness handcuffed you, tried to make you stop. Thank you for making videos about hard topics and silly ones. I may grow up, but I will never outgrow you and your words, John. Keep publishing books, and I’ll keep reading them, no matter how old we both get.

via @withfeelingoncemore

#nfstories #john green #hank green #tfios #turtles all the way down #nerdfighteria #reading #submission

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