#i wont SPELL similar words wrong but i might READ them wrong

[voidimp]

hey u know how when ai tries to make text it looks all weird & the letters are sometimes like combined or theres random bits where there shouldnt be... if u look at regular text & it kinda looks like that..... do we think that might possibly be........ dyslexia................ asking for a friend (me)

[queenoffishingandcookies]

Battler / Valor’s Name

Considering Battler’s name is meant to be understood as a person who fights, a fighter, I wanted his name as a girl - whether he is transgender or had been outright genderbent - to reflect the same or similar meaning.

Because yes, I’m one of the people who occasionally choose to change a character’s name.

(Feel free to punch me, it’s habit.)

Taken straight from my phone notes, and pieced together from a lot of googling, I ended up with this:

(I’d copy and paste it, but tumblr wont let me, so you get a screenshot, sorry!)

Wish I could tell you I put a lot of thought into this, but I looked at the meaning of Battler (which is, in fact, an actual word) and began thinking of synonyms to a person who fights, or things that mean something similar.

Considering Ushiromiya Family Typical Behavior, in a world where Battler is physically born with female parts, it’s a half-and-half to me on whether she would be named Battler, like in close-to-canon AU’s where she is assumed male because that’s what her physical body says (at least at that time).

I don’t think it would be considered outright to be masculine, since it’s a weird name in the first place, I don’t think people would care? But also. It’s not a lady’s name???

And woman in the Ushiromiya Family have…very specific roles, to say the least, and those born into the family probably have very certain expectations weighing on their shoulders (because Kinzo is an asshole, but I digress-)

I have conflicting feels on it, don’t really know how to explain them, and I’ll…leave it at that.

It was a toss up between Valor or Aster or Asteria. Valor, because pronounced in Japanese it would start with the same ‘Ba’ sound. Valor generally means courage/bravery, especially in battle. Aster/Asteria because that flower, in hanakotoba, means remembrance/memory (and please, correct me if I’m wrong).

Also, I really like the flower.

Once I decided on the name itself, it was…actually just a googling spree on which kanji made the necessary sound. I took the first syllable from the canonical spelling of Battler’s name.

Literally scrolling through lists of kanji for a kanji that had the ‘ro’ sound and appropriate meaning - the jitenon website and wikitionary are where exactly I got them from, so it might not be accurate.

The kanji for yuu means, translated to english, courage. Which is often used to spell the name Yuki, which generally means something similar to Valor. It’s also similar enough to the ru sound, so I decided why not? Almost like an inside joke, though that probably wouldn’t actually work in real life?

Put into Google translate (always the best, well-reputable, never makes an error source), it means:

(Those are alternate readings of the kanji, and let me tell you, that was hell to figure out).

I had so many tabs opened in this process, so much scrolling down. I honestly wish I’d taken note, because it was as interesting as it was frustrating to look at the kanji and how many different meanings they had…

Also, if you’re born into the Ushiromiya family, you kind of have to have some level of bravery or courage, if not cutting cunning or an unfaltering poker face, to survive.

So yeah.

Battler = Valor.

Also, I really like the idea of a transgender Battler coming out, at some point, and choosing her new name after discarding the old, and keeping to the original meaning because - well, her mom gave it to her. The heart of its meaning was…kind of good, she wasn’t a wimp, she knew how to fight and how to fight well. Even if the wacky kanji is from her Ushiromiya side.

(Also considering social expectations of women at the time to be feminine, maybe that would constitute some sort of pressure on trying to select the right name for a young lady? To not be known as aggressive, but strong? To be called a fighter could have different connotations between a girl and boy, and that might be a discussion for another time and way over my head).

Please don’t flame me, if anyone takes offense, please have mercy and tell me if and how I am offensive.

Also, Valor is the only name I’ve looked at in-depth in how it might change for a genderbent or transgender umineko character. Except for maybe George’s.

and let me tell you. Eva, in entirely Genderbent worlds, as a boy. Having a daughter. His only child is a daughter. Wanting to be family heir - and not being heir for a variety of reasons, one of which being to spite the family elders who were still alive when he was born…George’s name would either be Georgia, Georgiana, or…George.

Because Evan wanted a boy, but got a girl, and even if she’s a girl, he’ll make sure she’ll be brought up with as fine an education as a boy and find a wealthy spouse- (it’s…kind of similar to how Jessica in canon has so much pressure on her shoulders from Natsuhi, to be a reputable heiress of the family in her own right even as a girl-).

There’s So Much There to look at, to say the least, and this post will get a lot longer if I wrote it out here.

(I did have an entire sheet of the others names and the kanji that they had but I LOST IT, and now I only have the western names for them set in stone. I’m still upset about that.)

[a-dusty-emerald]

Till it sinks in: Draco x Reader / Hurt-Comfort, Fluff Fic

A hurt-comfort fluff fic, with a slytherin Y/n being the girlfriend of the softie-who-hates-to-be-called-softie-so-he-bitches-all-day Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Where Umbridge uses her quill on you.

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Dolores Umbridge, maybe the most hated teacher to set foot at Hogwarts, had a special dislike against anyone who disobeyed. And while that may be all teachers, not all teachers dismissed sobbing students from their detention. Every single student that got detention with Umbridge looked broken afterwards, but no one knew what she said to them; it was a mystery.

Professor McGonagall, for instance, made sure the students that misbehaved researched a wide topic for a few hours during the week, with the intimidating presence of her self. Professor Snape, on the other hand, locked students in the Potions classroom and let them out after the successfull brewing of a potion of his liking. Hence, it must be something similar.

Y/n strolled into class, her curls bouncing around the embroided slytherin crest of her robe. Defence against the dark arts was her worst subject, she only thought it was interesting when Professor Lupin taught it, and had done surprisingly well. Then, it was a hands-on, useful and fascinating module, while now, Umbridge followed the Ministry's policy to teach the students in a "risk free" way, by only reading through the theory. Not only were the lessons incredibly boring, the whole book was utterly useless.

"As if Voldemort will ask you the theory of Merlin's rule of categorisation of spells when he Avada-Kedavra's your ass", Y/n had scoffed when she saw the chapters. Draco had laughed, but told her that his father had owled him that Umbridge was a family ally, and hence he could not be out of line in her class.

"When did you become such a nerd?"

"Oh shut it Y/n", Y/n recalled.

She had also implemented some stupid rules, like "no touching between boys and girls, and a six feet distance at all times", and reduced the hours that students could go out of their dorms. While Dumbledore wanted the students to be at their dorms by 10pm, Umbridge thought that 6pm was acceptable.

As if.

Y/n entered the class, the only class she did not sit with Draco. Apparently, boys and girls could also not sit with one another, since they would eventually touch. And in a doomed world controlled by Umbridge, that was a sin.

Draco spotted his girlfriend entering the room, wearing a bored look on her face. He was not excited about DADA either. His parents might have told him that Umbridge was the best thing that could happen in this school, but he was not blind or stupid. The stuff being taught were useless and her teaching method was more boring than 5 hours of Divination with no breaks in his eyes. At least then, he could laugh at Trelawney. Now he just was supposed to stay silent and listen Umbridge reading the most basic book ever again and again.

He realised he got lost in his thoughts and was staring at Y/n longer than intended. She seemed bored as hell, but her eyes always intimidated him - yet, he would never admit out loud. Even the plainest of her looks had such passion beneath it, her deep dark orbs had a fire in them, surrounded by thick eyelashes, making her look coy and mischevious even when she was not planning to.

Y/n noticed him looking and smirked back at him.

"Stop staring, people might think that you like me" she mouthed silently to him. He grinned and shook his head. 'She is something else', he thought.

An unpleasantly familiar trotting of heels approached the creaking floor at the centre of the classroom, making students focus on the short, evil woman that was tormenting the school; Umbridge.

"Hello, my dear students" she smiled in a sickly manner. "Today we are learning about the theory of protection spells."

Y/n groaned, thinking other students would join her, however, it was this uncomfortable and awkward moment that everyone had decided to stay deadly silent, making her disapproving groan loud and clear to be heard.

"Is there an issue, miss Y/l/n?" Umbridge smiled in the evilest way she could.

"No, no, of course not. I always wanted to listen about the theory of protection spells." Y/n smiled in the fakest way possible.

"Is that irony I am sensing, Y/l/n?" Umbridge had a more serious look now, her smile not decieving anyone.

"Nope." She said, emphasising the "p" sound in her lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she quickly glanced to Draco, who had a warning glare. "Don't aggravate her!" He mouthed. Y/n rolled her eyes, and unfortunately for her, Umbridge saw that, taking it as it was directed at her.

She scrunched up her nose and stomped her heel lightly on the floor, when she exclaimed: "Detention after class, miss y/l/n! That attitude of yours is no match for a young witch!"

Draco did not know why everyone was saying Umbridge's detention was horrible, he had heard she only requested some lines. Even so, her detention had gained a horrible reputation, and he didn't like it one bit that his girlfriend would be the one going there.

Even so, he was angry at her, he had warned her so many times. She was such a brat every time she spoke to Umbridge, when he had told her that every student that was leaving her detention was crying.

The DADA lesson had finished, when Y/n saw Draco stomping towards her, stopping around the 6 feet limit, keeping his distance.

"Why do you never listen?!" His angry hissing voice aggravated her even more.

"I rolled my freaking eyes, Draco, chill."

"You were sarcastic. You know you were. Are you happy now?" His glare was piercing her soul.

"I am not, actually. I would prefer no stupid rules, but I guess my boyfriend is too much of a wuss to think for himself and see how ridiculous Umbridge is."

"She just wants order. Besides, its temporary!" He half whispered, half yelled.

"Sure. Tell that to yourself to feel better, darling." Now she was mad at him. "Now excuse me, I have a detention to go to." She closed the gap between them - breaking the rule- just to bump on his shoulder angrily, and stomped past him, going to detention.

"Fine! I don't give a fuck, then!" She heard her boyfriend's voice. She knew he didn't mean it at all, but she silently prayed he changed his mind after her detention, he had an hour to think by himself after all. She was hoping for an apology.

Y/n lightly knocked on her door, listening to Draco's advice for once. She should be polite, calm and collected no matter what she said to her. She couldn't risk an expulsion. Umbridge's sickly laugh was heard. "Come in, y/l/n."

Y/n opened the door, fighting back her urge to laugh or roll her eyes. Her least favourite colour, fuchsia pink, was plastered everywhere, cats trapped on the walls, and a heavy, sickly, sugary aroma filled her nostrils, she did her best to keep her pokerface.

"Sit", the teacher ordered. "You will do some lines today, Y/n."

Relief passed through her. That wasn't that bad. She grabbed a piece of paper and moved to grab her quill, when the fuchsia toad in front of her stopped her. "Oh no, dear. I'm afraid you wont need that." She smiled, and handed her a large black feathered quill from her own collection. "Use this, please. It is one of my favourites."

Y/n grabbed the quill and moved again to reach for her ink. "Oh, silly me, I forgot." She heard the professor giggle. "You won't need any ink, dear."

She looked at Umbridge confused, her tamed eyebrows furrowing to her words. Still, she went with it. She grabbed the quill and before she started, Umbridge directed her "you shall write the line: I must not be arrogant." Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"How many times, Professor?" She said.

"Hm... let's just say... till it sinks in." Umbridge giggled once again, sipping her tea.

Y/n scoffed silently and started writing the lines, red ink magically appearing on paper. Her left hand was uncomfortable the whole time, but she ignored it. As soon as she finished the first line, though, the discomfort became a burning sensation, and hurt so much, like someone was creating small cuts in her skin. She looked at her hand to see what was going on, only to see the line she wrote engraved in her hand.

'You evil bitch' Y/n thought.

Every time she would rewrite the sentence, it was like the invisible knife digged deeper and deeper in her skin, twisting at each twist of the quill. She looked at Umbridge with teary eyes, a silent plea to stop this torture. Blood was seeping out of her wound uncontrollably now, staining her robe. Umbridge just glanced at her and said "one more page."

Through silent tears, a wrecked bloodied hand, trembles and gritted teeth, she finished her torture without making a sound. She excused her self, said goodbye to the professor, and closed the heavy door behind her, exhaling with a trembled sob escaping her lips. An exhale that she was holding for an hour.

She contained her tears and hid her hand from plain sight. She did not want to worry anyone, and she sprinted with all the energy she could muster to the dungeons. She just wanted to wash it off, wrap it in a clean cloth, and have a good cry.

As she was approaching the dungeons, it dawned on her: she could run up to Draco there. What should she do? On one hand, the thought of making him feel bad enticed her, she was still mad about his behaviour. On the other hand, she knew he meant no harm, and that he would make her start a legal war with Umbridge. She really didn't want to do anything right now, as much as she hated her guts.

She hid her hand better, wiped her eyes, took a few deep breaths and prayed that her boyfriend was not in the common room, as she opened the door.

Unbeknownst to her, Draco was waiting restlessly at the common room all this time. He didn't like the fact they fought before, he hated not being on good terms with Y/n. He didn't think he was entirely on the wrong though. 'Maybe if she listened to me once in a whi-'

His thoughts came to a halt when he saw a trembling Y/n enter the common room. Her eyes were red and glassy, and she was crouched in a weird position. He instantly forgot everything he was thinking of and sprinted towards her. When her eyes fell on him, she inhaled sharply, sttaightening her posture. He was terribly worried and she could feel it.

"Darling?" His soft voice was music to her ears.

Her eyes avoided his, refilling with tears just from his worried voice.

"I-I need to go to my room." She said with a lowered gaze.

"Tell me what's wrong please-"

"I thought you didn't give a fuck." Her voice was low when she said it, her teary eyes finally meeting his. She did not mean to snap at him, but everything was too much.

He finally locked eyes with her now, the emotion he saw in her overtaking him. He pursed his lips and looked down.

"I'm sorry. You know - baby you know thats not true. I want to know what happened. What did she say to you that made you cry? You don't cry easily, I know that. If you want I'll report her!" He was frantically searching for her gaze again, his grey irises full of concern.

"She said nothing bad to me. She instructed me through my lines." She avoided his gaze once again.

He lowered his gaze as well, and broke the -for once- uncomfortable silence, his voice slightly broken.

"Do you not trust me?"

His words echoed in her head. She did. She did with her life. She could not stay mad at him, no matter her anger. "I do. I'm sorry, I'm a-a bit of a m-mess, i'll tell you, j-just give me a few m-minutes..."

His hand grabbed hers to pull her into an embrace, to hold her close, to calm her. As soon as his hand grasped her own, though, a strong wave of stinging pain shot through her, a hissing sound escaping her lips as she yanked her hand away. She was holding it close to her heart, a few hot tears escaping her eyes. There was no escape now.

Draco looked at her wide eyed, a blank expression of confusion mixed with worry resting on his features. "What-"

He looked down on his hand. Blood.

He inhaled sharply. Blood? His heart was pounding in his chest now, his fury for Umbridge boiling. What exactly happened in her detentions?

"Darling." He spoke. His voice was low and steady, and Y/n could swear she could hear her own heartbeat. "Your hand. Please." He extended his own to signal her to give her hers. Slowly, she put her bloodied palm on his own.

"Did she do this?", he hissed angrily. Y/n nodded but winced at his tone, not ready for facing an angry Draco. He saw that, and his features calmed down.

He grasped her shoulders carefully, gently pulling her in a hug, lightly kissing her forehead and letting his lips linger there. He tilted her chin up, pressing a quick peck on her lips.

"Im not mad at you". He said steadily, to show he meant every word. "I'll kill her, honestly" he mumbled, as his eyes examined the wounds.

"I must not be arrogant?!?"

He felt his anger rise again, as he managed to read the cuts that were filled with blood.

"She h-had a black quill. I would write on paper and it would transfer the letters in m-my hand. Must be c-cursed." Y/n said between small sobs.

His one arm cradled her head and she felt him moving the other one on her waist, urging her to move. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up. I'll send a letter to my father. She will be out of her position tomorrow."

Y/n's eyes widened "No n-no I-"

Draco didn't let her finish "Y/n, I love you but please shut up."

For the first time in a while, Y/n giggled, music to Draco's ears.

He took his time being extra gentle on her wound, making sure it is clean, before putting a few healing spells on it, muttering apologies whenever Y/n would wince.

"Tomorrow your hand will be good as new. Trust me."

"I trust you Draco. Thank you."

His eyes looked up from her wound, and Y/n was sure she could melt. He had the softest gaze ever. They fell asleep in each other's embrace, soft kisses taking away the pain.

The next morning, Y/n could hardly stiffle a laugh at the annoucement of Umbridge being suddently fired. She turned at her boyfriend, who looked smug as ever.

His eyes glimmered and his eyebrows wiggled with smugness, as he said:

"She should not have been that arrogant. Guess karma is a bitch." He shrugged.

That Malfoy boy was your everything and you knew it.

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[qwerty-things]

11/28/2020

I don’t know why but I’ve decided to start writing, just about whatever I feel like writing about in the moment.  I feel bad, all the time. I want to get out of this house, but at the same time I don’t want to leave. I feel like bib would be lonely and my mom would be sad. It’s like there’s a shock collar on my brain and any time I do something that I think would upset her it hurts. I know that’s not what she wants but it’s what I feel like. I think I am dyslexic. I can read fine, but every one and a while ill read a completely different word, or even a whole sentence. that isn’t even close to what’s written. But that’s what I see when I look at it, its not that the word looks like its spelled wrong or that I can’t read it, it looks like a different word. Ill read over a section of words and then realize it makes no sense later, and when I go back to read it later its different. A similar thing can happen when I look at anything. When I was younger I’d catch something that looks weird out of the corner of my eye, but I would see what was really there when I looked at it. That can happen anywhere in my field of vision now, and can stay like that for several seconds. I see people walk by me, or in the rear view mirror, or just things that look like there people until I stare at them awhile. I feel like there’s people that walk up and stand right behind me, so by default I ignore anyone that walks up to me without trying to get my attention. Sometimes I hear people call my name, a lot actually. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket constantly, even when I know its not there. The feeling of my phone ringing wont go away until I touch my pocket where I already know it isn’t. I hate myself and I want to be alone, but I never can. I just want to put up a tent in the desert and have my memory whipped from everyone who ever met me. I hate myself, and I don’t know why. I think a lot of there problems came from my Benadryl abuse. I wasn’t like this before. The self hate was there but not the reality problems. I wish id just get hit by a car and either die, or get seriously crippled or something I don’t know. Im such a bad person to be friends with, I never call or text or do anything to keep in touch. I don’t blame the people who stopped trying to contact me, even though I do miss them. But the and better off without me, they can go make better friends. I thought this would make me feel better but it didn’t. This fucking sucks fuck fuck fukc fjnfdnj fvkjfvkjaega kjfvranj njofsinosnoaarnonjornjoera

I probably wont ever do this again, but I might. I don’t know who I am, I don’t know what I like or if I even like anything. I don’t know anything. I don’t like people and I don’t like feeling lonely. But no one wants to sit together in a room silently for hours. I wish I could meet someone who I felt comfortable sitting in silence with. No talking, sitting in a car driving around to nowhere in particular. That’s what I want. Maybe two or more people who will talk to eachother and just let me be and listen. That seems weird. I should be with friends now, but im not im here writing this stupid thing feeling sorry for myself like a fucking looser. Oh well that’s life. Ive considered therapy but I don’t like therapists. I hate the concept of people trying to tell my whats going on in my head. I don’t know if ill ever do anything with my life, I probably wont. I hate everything. I’d kill myself if I knew my family wouldn’t be sad. I wish they’d forget about me, then I’d just blow my fucking face clean through the back f my head. It sounds like it would feel good. Like the end of a long pressure headache. Like popping a Joint in your hand that’s been bugging you. But I don’t know anything and I might not ever. I wont kill myself and I know that. I wish I still liked video games, they used to make me happy. Now all I think about when I play them is how I could be spending that time on more important things. My mom used to tell me that, I feel like that one thought is in my head a lot now. I can’t talk to her like a normal person, I talk to her like a teacher. I never got to know any of my teachers well. I doubt they gave a shit about me, and I know they don’t remember me. I leave no impact. I don’t know what it means to be in love, I thought I did, but I don’t. and its my fault. I broke up with my girlfriend so she could be happier. I’ll probably never find someone like her again. Now that ive dropped out of college, I have much less opportunity too. Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffdfkovosfwngtnotrnrrtbwrntbntjfdcvxjklmfvjklmbtrbnjjkmlfdnklmrfvdnjjkdfffffffffffffdffffvdffvfererefverrdffvfvfvfbereervfbdfdfdf

I’m my own worst enemy. I cant like anything I don’t value, and I don’t value anything I like. Im stuck.

[maraleestuff]

Another Merlin fic?

This probably won't be as detailed as my last fic idea, but we'll see. So, since the idea wont leave me alone, here it is:

A body switch.

I've read a similar fic on archive, where Merlin and Arthur switch bodies, and it's revealed that Merlin has magic (but Arthur thinks it's because of the switch) if I'm remembering it correctly. (Don't remember the title of it at the moment, unfortunately.)

But instead of Merlin and Arthur switching bodies, it's Arthur and someone else. It's caused by the usual new visitor to Camelot, probably someone who wants the kingdom in their grip -- to bring magic back, or do some twisted revenge to Uther (if it takes place before Arthur becomes King). Anyways Arthur is the perfect person to switch with, especially since hardly anyone has the authority to question him, as far as they can tell. (And Arthur is gorgeous, so that's a plus 😎).

Of course, their plan is flawed. The switch goes both ways; either they are too inexperienced with magic to realize this, or Arthur is placed into a role where no one will listen to them. (Maybe the doer is a noble and their very loyal servant. Their servant is the one placed in Arthur's body, and after the switch takes place, the 'servant' is cast aside and discredited -- maybe accused of magic. Something that ensure that Arthur will not mess with their plans.)

What they don't count on: Merlin. He's a bumbling, clumsy servant, but effective enough that they can't just do away with him. (Maybe they were in Camelot long enough to realize that Arthur wouldn't just fire Merlin without raising suspicions, or perhaps word has spread of his fondness for his manservant.) A minor inconvenience, but managed by pinning tons and tons of chores and other ridiculous things to keep the boy from noticing anything off.

Naturally, Merlin does notice that 'Arthur' is acting stranger than usual: more rude and demanding, and none of their usual banter. But what set him on edge was how Arthur reacted when Merlin called him a cabbage head: he sends Merlin to the stocks, or even a night in the dungeons. Merlin shares his concerns with Gaius, but neither know enough to do anything, so Gaius cautions Merlin to just do his chores and lay low.

It was Merlin's plan. Truly. But then one of the servants come up to him, one with the nobles visiting Camelot. He's rather unassuming, perhaps ordinary looking, and Merlin might have been more willing to be amicable, but Arthur had piled more chores since the cabbage-head incident and he was busy.

The servant claims he needs to speak to Merlin, urgently. There's a slight wild-eyed look to him. It's almost familiar how he speaks to Merlin.

Arthur, in his new form, had been all around the castle, trying to get someone to listen to him, the Knights laughed -- and the imposter appeared before Arthur could say anything else, Gaius was far too busy with his duties, and speaking to his father was out of the question. Not without solid, undeniable proof. That left only Merlin, who always seemed to be onto something when trouble hits Camelot. He's not sure how, but Merlin ends up usually playing some part in stopping them.

At the very least, Merlin was determined and relentless in sniffing out trouble, and didn't always obey Arthur's orders. Which was exactly what Arthur needed right now.

The challenge of it was trying to get Merlin to actually listen to him. Merlin usually listened to Arthur in his own body, even if he didn't do what he said; but Arthur knew he was not as himself right now, and Merlin seemed too busy to pay Arthur the servant any real mind.

Merlin definitely wouldn't believe him if he just blurted out the truth. And as much as Arthur called Merlin an idiot, his servant was actually quite clever when he wanted to be -- but still stupid when he threw himself headlong into danger, usually in an attempt to save Arthur, true. But still stupid.

Arthur told him that the Prince was in danger. (A bit strange to refer to himself like that.) But it worked well enough; his manservant all but froze, and gave Arthur a suspicious and calculating look. It wasn't a side of him that Arthur usually saw, and it threw him for a second -- mostly because he was on the end of it.

It was also then that he realized that he didn't know what to say next.

After a few moments of stretching silence, he hurriedly told Merlin that it wasn't safe for them to speak there, that they should meet later. Arthur scrambled for a place that they could meet and finally decided in the forest outside Camelot, around Midnight.

Merlin, to his credit, seemed skeptical, and Arthur wasn't sure if it would be enough; but then the imposter was calling for Merlin's attention with his voice. It couldn't be right, because he sounded far too impatient, too irritated--

But Merlin didn't seem surprised. Merlin didn't return to the imposter right away, and Arthur mightve been irritated that his servant was so balantly ignoring his order if the situation was different; Merlin was trying to get more information, but the imposters voice was growing closer.

They shared a surprisingly familiar look, knowing their conversation couldn't continue. But whether or not Merlin was aware, Arthur the servant couldn't be seen here, not by the imposter.

"Don't tell anyone," Arthur whispered urgently. "Not even the Prince. I don't know who to trust. Meet me alone."

He paced away, turning the corner just before the imposter came in, demanding to know why Merlin was taking so long. The imposter called Merlin an incompetent, useless idiot; Arthur lingered, doing his best to stay out of sight, and bristled.

He just spent at least an hour shadowing Merlin, mostly since Arthur wanted to have this conversation without any eavesdropping servants and it took some time for his manservant to be alone. He watched Merlin scrub mud off his boots, polish his armor, scoop out the stables, and do his laundry -- the latter of two which smelt so horrible that Arthur gained some respect for Merlin. He also had the feeling that Merlin had more to do, and winced in sympathy as the imposter piled on even more ridiculous chores.

Most were outside Merlin's duties as his manservant, but Merlin didn't seem to have it in him to argue. Odd since Merlin usually protested when Arthur did this (Arthur twisted his expression, and decided not to assign so many chores). The imposter clearly did something to Merlin's spirit as his manservant sighed, almost resigned, and said, "Yes, sire."

Arthur looked around the corner as the imposter swaggered out. Merlin was watching after him, but Arthur couldn't see his expression since his back was to him.

After Merlin left, Arthur thought about their meeting later. It was possible that Merlin might be too exhausted to come, but Arthur brushed that thought away. He had to convince Merlin of the truth, and for that he needed proof.

Arthur sneaks into the rooms where the noble is staying, and starts searching for anything that could prove magic was involved. He manages to find a talisman or something that could be magic.

Later, as he waits for Merlin to meet him, Arthur comes up with an explanation that's mostly true: the noble, his former master, is using magic to try switch his soul with Arthur's. The servant isn't sure how, but the talisman or something is involved. But he isn't sure if the switch has been done yet.

It seems to be enough for Merlin, and the following morning, the both of them are in Gaius' chambers, explaining it to the Physician and trying to figure out what type of magic is being used. Eventually Merlin has to return to the imposter so he doesn't know anything is wrong.

As Gaius and Arthur continue their research, Gaius starts to suspect Arthur the servant. But they manage to find out that the talisman is the Mark of an old religion ritual, which switches the consciousness of two individuals. It's an older, darker magic that most followers of the old religion didn't use -- since those who practiced it usually utilized it for similar reasons.

The talisman needs the blood of both, enchanted, and then a corresponding mark, a magical tattoo of sorts, is embedded in the pairs skin. Gaius finds this bit of information on his own, and notices the mark on the servants inner wrist. It doesn't take him long to figure out that the ritual has been done, and that it was Arthur with them all along.

Arthur panics, but Gaius calms him down and they both search for a way to reverse it. Eventually Merlin returns, and Merlin and Arthur sneak back into the noble's room.

Only this time, the noble knows the talisman is missing, and is waiting for the pair in their chambers. A fight ensues; the noble uses magic, and it seems like they've all but lost in trying to get what they need to reverse the spell -- but then Merlin uses his magic to fight the noble.

After, Arthur confronts Merlin about his magic. To his shock, though, Merlin explains that he uses his magic, putting himself at risk, to help Arthur in threats against Camelot. Usually magical threats.

Arthur is touched, slightly, a little hurt that Merlin hasn't told him. But he unleashes a ton of curses, calling Merlin an idiot, and a number of other insults, for using magic in the middle of a kingdom that executes those who are even suspected of magic--

And Merlin just. Stares at him. After a few moments, he asks, "Arthur?"

They manage to return Arthur and the servant to their respective bodies, and the noble and their servant get due punishment. To Merlin's and Gaius' pleasant surprise, Arthur doesn't mention that Merlin used magic, and their return is chalked up to the nobles inexperience.

Merlin later explains his part in fighting against their weekly enemies. In private, Arthur allows Merlin to practice his magic. Nothing major, but he tests Merlin's reflexes, which has mixed results, since his manservant has learned to (mostly) ignore those instincts. Merlin assumes Arthur is doing it for entertainment, but Arthur is trying to make sure that, if the moment comes and Merlin needs to fight for his life, even against the Knights or his father, he'll be ready. He also makes sure Merlin has basic sword skills, but Merlin prefers to fight with a staff.

Merlin becomes the secret advisor for magic while Uther is still King, and is allowed the time he needs to help with any research. Arthur helps when he can, but with his own influence as crown Prince.

When Arthur becomes King, the law against magic is lifted and Merlin is announced as the Court Sorcerer, who helps Arthur and co. come up with rules for magical practices, to stop something like the Great Purge from happening again.

I'm not sure how Arthur dies in legend, but for this, he lives a long happy life; Merlin sees the prosperous land of Albion, as promised; and Queen Guineviure (I dont know how to spell her full name, ugh) rules over the kingdom for the rest of her days.

And even after centuries pass, after magic and dragons are thought as myths, the hearts and minds of men never quite forget the legend of Camelot.

[strugglingbeingateen]

Weightloss

Weightloss is a bitch! And the only people that can understand what im talking about are the people who have been through it or are currently in the same boat as me. So far I have managed to lose 4 stone. Im proud of it but im not happy yet.

I have been told through out my life by various people that im not good enough because of how i look and it has shaped me into a person i no longer like.

As a child i didnt care that i was fat and the other kids were thin, i accepted myself for who i was, not how i looked. Unfortunately small minded people didnt and those who were too scared to be unpopular because they are scared their real opinion isnt cool enough decided to join in on bullying me and other kids with similar problems.

As the years went by what started off as one comment that stuck in my head, became many and then before i knew it i was depressed.

Yes, depression is a word people throw around here and there and others just think theyre attention seeking but the thing is, i had been such a happy person my entire life i never thought i could be depressed and then one day it hit me.

I felt stupid after months and months of wondering why i felt numb and why i would cry almost every day in my room alone, i realised i was depressed. I remember when it happened, i was pushing away all my friends with out even really knowing why, being horrible to them but deep down i knew i wasnt good enough to be their friend and i remember sitting alone in my room like i did every time i wasnt at school, id just lay in the dark and it was like a lightbulb going off in my head and i was just like...well shit.

Im not the type pf person who likes to share emotions or my feelings and im way to lazy to hand write a diary so this is what im going for, i dont care if people read this or if it just sits unread, when i have finished losing this weight i want to know how i felt through it all, because its easy to forget.

Anyhoo, it took me a long time to pull myself out of the depression and the way i did it was i started walking, this was the start of my first serious diet, i lost 3 stone on this diet. I was getting very very over weight and i decided the cause of all my problems was that i wanted to be thin and i wasnt.

What started off as a 2 mile walk a day soon turned to 4 and then before i knew it i was walking 18 miles a day, running 1 and a half and cycling 6 to 8. ( by this point it was the summer holidays) everything hurt and i was hungry all the time because i went from eating 4 peoples intake of calories a day to 1 and that shifted a lot of the weight but as the diet went on i got tired of doing so much every day and waking up feeling and looking the same at least in my eyes, so i quit.

I put on 2 of the 3 stone i had lost and i didnt even care. I had decided that being fat was who i was and who i am meant to be. Up until this christmas, i was around my family who are all relatively healthy and i was saw us all sitting and eating in the mirror next to the dining table and i just felt lost, everyone smiling and laughing while i sat staring at this reflection of me thinking how disgusting i was and how unhappy i was again and its all because i was too stupid to cut down and change the exercise to fit what i needed and a realistic goal each day instead of quitting entirely.

So i swore, this new year i am going to lose the weight and even though over the past 7 ish months there have been bumps in the road and a couple times where i quit, i got back up and am now 4 stone lighter than i was at the beginning of the year.

I know many people have secret opions on overweight people and some not so secret, i know a lot of people who call fat people ugly when im around and i just turn to them and say ‘being fat and being ugly arent mutually exclusive’ and i watch ad their face falls and they realise that there is a fat person standing right next to them, i then watch as they struggle to find the right words to say and stutter and i remember with this one guy i just said ‘look, i know im fat’ he looks so confused, he was stunned as if he thought i was completely clueless and he said ‘you know?’ And i remember laughing and saying ‘of course i know, i have eyes and a brain, i can put two and two together just as easy as a thin person’ he looked to confused and i just remember how funny his expression was and i just said ‘i cant believe you didnt think that i knew i was fat, even if i never looked in the mirror, the size of my jeans or down, the people shouting fatty at me would clue me on’

In my opinion, being fat and ugly are two different things, i think someone being ‘ugly’ is just an opinion each person has about different people, some to do with looks and other personality. I think beauty really is in the eye of the beholder because i remember this girl who was my friend, i thought she was absolutely stunning, so perfect and just amazing and then my brother genuinely didnt find her attractive in any way shape or form, he said ‘i dont know why you think she is so pretty, she is bland and is as thick as two short planks’

I defended her over and over again until i saw her true face, not the one that you might think, she didnt take off makeup and look completely different or anything, she was a natural beauty, i mean we fell out, actually its a bit more complicated than that, i fell out with a mutual friend and no one asked but she chose the mutual friends side, me and the mutual friend just ignored each other but this other girl, she used me to make herself popular, she spread lies and rumours about me and got her new found ‘friends’ to torment me, every day they would ask me questions about rumours that i didnt even know about and they harrassed me, she just stood there and watched, sometimes she would laugh but she would never get involved, i guess she was too scared or was telling herself she wouldnt stoop that low and bully me but the way i saw it was she enjoyed watching me be harrassed and embarressed and tormented every day, where ever i went and she wouldnt speak to me when i spoke to her, she just ignored me like we had never been best friends, like she thought she was better than me. Like i wasnt good enough. I ended up spending more time at home than in school just because i couldnt get out of bed in the morning because i knew what was waiting for me at school. My mum soon figured out what was happenening and wanted me to go to the head of year so i agreed, i would but i wasnt saying any names, not only because i didnt want to be a snitch but a part of me still had hope that we would be friends again and i didnt want to hurt her. I ended up moving forms from the one she was in but that still didnt stop them, my parents started getting annoyed that i wouldnt go to school and they would shout at me and every day was a struggle. I just couldnt believe that my so called best friend of 8 years could change into this bitch. If it wasnt for my other friend i wouldnt have gotten through it.

Once i saw this side of her i no longer saw her as beautiful, i still knew people would and i couldnt deny she was pretty but being beautiful means inside and out in my opinion and the only thing she was inside was rotten and she still is. Its been over two years now and im not in school anymore im in college, the people that bullied me, some go to my college and they laugh and slag me off when they see me but luckily the girl stayed on for sixth form. Me and the mutual friend actually made up a little over a year ago and actually see each other quite often, when me and the bitch originally fell out, i remember people that were mutual friends asking me why and i said because shes a bitch and they would defend her, i have seen all of them and each one of them have appologised and said they were sorry because now they realise how right i was. The original mutual friend me and the bitch fell out about actually hates her now and i have just realised recently that these so called ‘friends’ the bitch have, dont really care and when they go off and live their own lives, they will leave her behind because they dont really care and this bitch i have heard she has no plans for the future, not that there is anything wrong with that but it just goes to show that popularity may matter to her now but what happens when there is no one left to be your friend and to show off to.

Anyway after all this i have become a better person, not the best version of myself yet but im getting there, i have learned what really matters to me and who really matters and i dont want to be thin anymore, i want to be fit, healthy because the trusth is no matter how much i want to deny it being overweight is unhealthy, both mentally and physically. The reason i know im going im going to get where i want this time is because i am doing it for me, because i want to feel and look good, not to show off to others or take revenge on this bitch.

Anyways i know this probably wont be read, but in case it is, i cant be bothered checking on spelling and grammar so sorry if its a terrible read i needed to get that off my chest

[henryconrad95]

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