#ignore Farley being like

[leiswxrld]

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

pairings: felix catton x fem reader

synopsis: you hate felix catton because of how snobby rich and stuck up he is and when your best friend Farleigh tells you to come to saltburn with him, you have no choice but to say yes.

warnings: mdni 18+, smut, public sex, smoking, degradation + praise (slut,whore, pretty girl, beautiful), riding, pussy eating (r receiving), unprotected sex, period sex, enemies to lovers kinder (one sided).

a/n: guys I feel like I rushed this but I was trying to get this done and out by tuesday latest, felix is the definition of girl dinner.

credits: @cafekitsune @roseschoices line dividers ❥

It’s late, way past midnight sat in the garden hearing the crickets and sounds of birds chirping as you light a cigarette, taking a long drag before pausing and exhaling into the bristly midnight air, sat in pyjama bottoms and a tank top you feel the inclement cold slivering up your fingertips, giving you a case of raymond syndrome.

It’s quiet but peaceful laying against the green grass, taking in another drag from the narrow cylinder in between your lips, tasting the thick smog. You hear the sounds of heavy footsteps behind you, briefly turning over to see him before rolling your eyes and turning back to face the beautiful scenery in front.

Felix Catton. The owner of this beautiful home but it was safe to say you didn’t feel the same way about him, you felt absolute hatred towards him, you didn’t want to be here living it up with all the prissy rich people who loved to flash their money and talk about shit about people they wanted to but your best friend Farleigh begged you to come in his words it would be a ��hell of a fucking experience’.

Was he irritable- yes but one thing you weren’t going to deny was that he was attractive who in their right mind would disagree, his dark brunette hair complimented his memorising earthy brown eyes, his height would make any person crease and that fucking cheshire smile got you every time.

You feel his presence lingering behind you, almost scared to even approach as you sat in silence for a few seconds, you gently tap the ashes from your cigarette into the grass and you dump the remains into the pond. “What do you want”

You voice is low but threatening, not moving from the current position your in. The sounds of his voice being caught in his throat is evident as he try’s to clear it with a soft cough, “Farley wanted to know where you were”

You scoff, turning around to meet his puppy doe eyes that seem to avoid your intimidating gaze. “So why did Farley send you out to find me”

“Well- I think we need to talk” he replies, voice cracking but confident.

“About ?” your head tilts to the side, eyebrow raised you just wanting the conversation to end so that you could go back to the peaceful silence.

“Do you hate me” the question catches you off guard, surprising you how forward Felix was about your loathing against him.

You sigh, cracking your neck and turning away from him watching the ripples from the pond spread out across the mass of the pond water. “What’s not to like about you….your an asshole, an ignorant rich boy who likes to laugh at those who are less fortunate than you and in general a massive slut”

It was true, Felix was known for being the university’s massive manwhore sleeping around with any girl that would throw themselves his direction, it not only disgusted you but it made you fucking jealous. In some twisted fucking way you wanted to be the one he would bend over and fuck the shit out of, hearing stories from your friends about how much of a good fuck he was made your distaste for him even stronger.

He’s lost for words not saying anything for a moment, you’ve think he’s finally got the hint and pissed off back into the house and you sigh in relief, laying back down on the floor but you hear his footsteps pace around you before stoping in front of you, blocking your view. “What the fuck are you-

It’s quick and sudden, falling onto his knees and grabbing your thighs pulling you towards him. Your confused and baffled, feeling how dizzy you were from the rapid movements as he goes to pull off your shorts along with your underwear.

“Felix get off of me what the fuck are you do-

You felt how embarrassingly wet you were, feeling vulnerable under Felixs unreadable face.

He lowers his face towards your wet pussy, the warm gush of air making you shiver as he finally lets his tongue gently lay across your swollen clit. You gasp, head falling to the ground as Felix gently sucked and nibbled at your sensitive bud.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, the blood flowing throughout your veins, making the beats in your heart beat faster as you unconsciously moan out. He grins, letting you grind into his face feeling the cold sensation of his tongue jewellery, create a cooling sensation on your cunt.

He’s slurping, lapping at your juices and letting out guttural moans, sending vibrations against your clit. He briefly looks up making eye contact with your starstruck eyes as he allows his thumb to gently circle around your bud.

He’s sensual and voluptuous almost making out with your leaking cunt as you try to stay quiet muttering curse words and praises hand, tangled into his greasy hair. You felt painful cramping restricting around your stomach, trying to distract the pain with the pleasurable sensation you were experiencing.

Felix stops for a second coming back up to see his face covered in your juices mixed in with your blood, the feeling dawned on you that it was your period blood on his face and you felt your face heat up as the embarrassment began to bubble in your chest. His finger slides between your folds before slipping it into his mouth, your laid there in shock as you watch how he moans around his fingers.

As if normal he resumes, eating you out more ferociously than before. “y-your fucking insane Felix fuckkkk”

He hums, letting his fingers rub your clit faster as you feel the intense feeling of an orgasm hit you before your slump on the ground, face flushed and mouth gaped open.

He comes back up with blood all over his face and a shit eating grin, “looks like someone’s lost for words”

“Fuck off Felix” your grinding into his hand and he chuckles licking his lips clean, “Seems like someone’s still desperate for my touch I thought you hated me princess ”

“I do hate you the only good thing about you is your tongue” you reply, going to stand up before he pushes you down.

“Since I’m only good for my tongue let’s see how fucking cock drunk you get for me, maybe it will change that bratty attitude” he sets himself beside you, sliding off his briefs before revealing his girthy curved cock, his tip scarlet red and leaking precum.

“Are you going to sit on it or not because I can just go and you can use your fucking hand to get off” your pissed but too aroused to fucking argue, climbing onto his lap and straddling over his tip before completely bottoming out on it. You both gasp slowly, feeling his hands go to grasp your ass before you begin to bounce on it.

You keep a set pace, grinding and vigorously bouncing on him, your hands wrapping around his neck. He invites you into a heated kiss, the taste of your period blood having a addicting sweet metallicy taste mixing in with your bitter tobacco taste.

The grunts and moans, emit from his chapped lips as he slaps your ass with a tight grip. “Look at you so eager to bounce on my fucking dick and I’m the fucking slut” you moan in response, your nails digging into his back leaving moon shaped crescents behind as you scratch and abuse his back.

Your panting feeling the fatigue hit you as he suddenly stops you, “Turn around and face the pond” you stop, turning around as he slips himself back inside you, making you gasp once again. He’s locked your arms with his hand and begins to bounce you on him making your head roll back into him, moaning feverishly the sounds of his harsh thrusts being heard from across the garden.

You feel his hand wrap around your neck pulling your head against his as he nibbles at your ear, “you should see how fucking sexy you look from here….so….fucking….pretty” he thrusts with every word so cock drunk for your brain to comprehend not caring if you could get caught fucking out in the open.

“I bet your wishing that someone would catch us out in the open as I fuck the shit out of you” he mutters, feeling his bruised lips against your nape, leaving love bites all over marking you as his.

“oh my god fuck- felix I’m going to come” you warn, your hands going to grip his thighs, feeling yourself clenching around his dick before you cum with a loud whimper, the warm feeling of his spunk releasing into you as he slows down his thrusts.

“Fuck babe you’ve made such a mess all over me” your still panting, fatigue hitting you as your both sat in silence feeling his heart racing against your back.

You turn around meeting the brunettes gaze before speaking, “Don’t get use to it, this is the last time I’ll ever do anything remotely sexually with you Catton”

“Noted”

You raise a brow, dying for the burning question on your tongue to be answered, “Who told you i hated you”

He smirks, “Farleigh…. he told me when he was going through his drunken rant”

“I’m going to kill that boy when I see him”

[ladystoneboobs]

yeah, yeah, all the main yjs have dead (or comatose wife and hs girlfriend continually rejected by death in taissa's case) girlfriends but the only one actually equal to jackie as virgin laura palmer is the other dead main character.

mirror, mirror + apparition haunting surviving partner when they enter the lost one's bedroom

romantic slo-mo head turn toward the camera/yellowjacket who loves them most

partners find their corpses with a friend trying to tear them away/comfort them

both deaths had elements of suicide as travis was trying to get close to death (and was def courting death if he was willing to do it without someone else to press the button) and jackie could have gone back inside at any time. yes, she wanted to live if shauna would just love her again, but she could not survive if shauna and the rest of the team had all rejected her. also lottie and laura lee were involved in both deaths, though in very different roles.

surviving partners grieve at reunion looking at pictures of lost love while someone else really into the partner looks on beside them (jeff's not in the shot but we all know he's right beside shauna)

and can't ignore the natalie connection which brought them together to lose their virginity. both disapproved of bobby farley, though travis had a more personal interest. both were generally uncomfortable with nat's sexual experience due to their own sexual insecurities. this led to jackie unknowingly breaking them up (she could not have foreseen travis's reaction without knowing his history of bullying by bobby) and then taking advantage of their split to have sex before she died. she wasn't really acting out of desire or any attraction to travis so much as a misguided and futile desire to get even with shauna, who had pulled ahead of her in the sexual experience race in the worst way. travis did not really want to be with her either but likely gave in because some part of her bitter speech touched his own feelings about never having sex while the person he loved already had.

and then what happened after the disappointing doomcoming sex that they probably both regretted? both were promptly punished for it, travis especially for having had sex with jackie but not being equally available to the rest of the yellowjackets. when he tried to escape their drugged-up attempted gangbang he instantly turned from sex object to prey. to meat. let us never forget who the intended first sacrifice was.

if the cannibalism of jackie's corpse was a natural extension of girls' bodies never fully belonging to them and being consumed by others, as i have seen posited, then travis had a place at the feast just like all the yellowjackets. he may not have their years of experience being objectified but he did have that night where almost all the girls felt entitled to his body in every way, to have sex with, to slaughter, and presumably, to eat. one could say he was one of the girlies from that night on. problem is, though natalie helped save him from being a ritual sacrifice that night, he could not truly escape for good. like in a final destination movie Death and darkness could only be delayed, continuing to hunt him into adulthood until he was finally claimed. thus his girlification became complete, finalized, and irreversible when he entered dead gf/wife mode in natalie's sl, complete with the standard dead wife pose shown above, which appeared twice in nat's memory. more than laura lee and certainly more than kristin/crystal, travis is the fridged girl haunting the narrative, existing only to die and thereby drive the plot forward for his more important love interest.

[hanakohanabe]

RP Starter Interaction: A lilies Blossom[Anyone can join Cannon or Oc!]

How could God grant the gift of life, if life were to be taken so early. Was this but a cruel joke at play? A world filled with immoral desires, an imperfect stain in a time that was meant to be perfect. In the garden of Eden, Adam and Eve were promised a sanctuary. In the gates of Heaven, Satan was promised to be seen as equal. A fallen angel, plagued into becoming the ruler of hell, while Adam and his rib were ripped of an existence of tranquility. The life that is now known is a mystery.

Gray covered the morning sun, as towering cumulus clouds settled in, the forecast of course did not call for rain, so what was today's unpredictable weather for? And like other wrongly predicted forecasts, it went ignored. The day felt like any other day, especially for those who attended Ryoutei Academy, the night school became a bustling city upon nightfall. If you were lucky, you were able to attend such a prestigious school. The halls were filled with golden accents, as the floors were shined to the brim. And by chance, the possibility of being their was by pure coincidence. The grays of clouds were enough to signify that today....would not be the best for travel. As teachers began to prepare for a severe storm warning. Each student would be pushed to the back of the class, evacuation seemed almost impossible? The rain just began and the heavy pitter patter felt like bullets against the pavement.

What was going on?

And then.....the lights shut off.

The dark room filled with a sickly sweet sent of blackberries and lilac, the teacher advised for students to sit tight, hopefully the power would be on farley soon. Why, oh why did it feel so cold? Students were now able to see their breath, a cloud of white puffing from the lips of many. Why did the tempature drop so quickly?

What....is going on.

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[ixveee]

That One Chap Where Farley Breaks Her Leg but make it MareCal

I gasped, one hand flying to my mouth. Farley’s leg was a stomach-turning sight. Her leg had done a complete 180, starting from her knee and twisting up. I reached out to grab onto the nearest person and almost retracted when I felt a familiar warmth. Looking up, I saw Tiberias-no, not Tiberias, Cal. This was Cal, without the stoic persona he puts on for his grandmother and the court. His face was full of emotion, albeit it being fear and disgust, it was still a better alternative to the emptiness that now inhabited his bronze eyes.

He squeezed my hand, a reminder. I’m here, he seemed to say. I squeezed back before turning to Farley. “HEALER! SOMEONE GET A HEALER,” Cal screamed while I comforted Farley, who was grimacing as she cursed everything under the sun. Instead of a healer, I see Davidson running towards us. “What happened? Is everything ok?” He scanned the area, turning slightly green at the sight of Farley’s leg. “She needs a healer,” I say grimly. Cal nods next to me. Farley straightens. ���I’ll be fine, we need to get out of here, lest we get attacked again.” I hated to admit she was right, but it wasn’t just a small cut or bruise that she could walk off. Even Farley wasn’t invincible, no one could walk with a leg like hers.

The premier stepped forward. “I can try a Red method,” he said slowly. “It’s going to hurt though. I have to physically push the bone back into place, and there’s no skin healer magic to lessen the pain.” I winced at Davidson’s words. Once Kilorn and I had been running through the river when I slipped and dislocated my shoulder. I was crying for hours after Shade had popped it back into place.

“Do it.”

Farley’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I turned to face her. Her face was twisted to form a grimace as she squeezed her eyes shut. Not wanting to watch, I buried my face in Tiberias, no Cal’s, side. He seemed to stiffen but immediately let loose again, snaking an arm around my waist as he buried his face in my hair, not wanting to watch either. It almost felt like we were back at the base in Tuck. If I imagined enough, we were in his bunk, laughing and cuddling after a workout.

A sickening pop and a cry of pain from Farley later, her knee was back to normal, though very shaky. It took me and Cal both to help her stand, and Davidson supporting her from behind to walk to the transport. I squeezed her hand slightly, and she returned the gesture. Once she was situated in her transport with Davidson, the last one was left for me and Cal. We stood awkwardly by the entrance for a moment before Cal broke the silence. “Ladies first,” he said, wearing a smile that resembled that stupid, crooked grin he wore. I resisted the urge to laugh.

Stupid, I told myself. This isn’t your Cal.

I decidedly ignored the fact that my traitorous brain called him mine.

In the transport, we faced across from each other. Cal drummed his fingers on his knee and stared at the window, while my focus was on my lap. As luck would have it, we decided to look up and the same time, making eye contact. I didn’t dare break it, even the air between us was fragile. “I’m sorry,” he said first, which took me aback. “What for?” I sputtered. He stiffened, going silent for a moment, thinking about his words.

I almost wish he stayed silent.

“For not choosing you.”

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, but my eyes never strayed away from his.

IF PPL LIKE THIS ILL DO A PART 2

[beardedmrbean]

Hollywood stars and well-known pundits have taken sides in the lawsuit against singer Lizzo.

The Grammy award winner, whose given name is Melissa Viviane Jefferson, and is known as a champion of the body positive movement, is facing legal action from three of her former dancers who accused her of sexually harassing them and creating a hostile work environment.

Filed on Tuesday, the sexual harassment lawsuit, accuses Lizzo of religious and racial harassment, discrimination, false imprisonment, and body shaming.

Lizzo broke her silence on Thursday, telling fans she was "not the villain," in a lengthy Instagram statement.

Los Angeles attorney Ron Zambrano, who is representing plaintiffs Arianna Davis, Crystal Williams and Noelle Rodriguez, said "behind closed doors, this is the way Lizzo is."

He made the comments on Chris Cuomo's Newsnation show, Cuomo, and added one dancer, "was put it in the situation where she had to pee on herself, where her phone was taken, where she had to admit that she had to be, that she ... had mental disability, eating disorder, she was called out for fat shaming."

The star responded to the lawsuit by writing: "These last few days have been gut wrenchingly difficult and overwhelmingly disappointing. My work ethic, morals and respectfulness have been questioned. My character has been criticized. Usually I choose not to respond to false allegations but these are as unbelievable as they sound and too outrageous to not be addressed.

"These sensationalized stories are coming from former employees who have already publicly admitted that they were told their behavior on tour was inappropriate and unprofessional."

Celebrities weighed in on the legal action with a number throwing their support behind Lizzo.

Jersey Shore star JWoww (Jenni Farley) and actress Jennifer Garner liked Lizzo's Instagram statement.

While Pushing Daisies actress Kristin Chenoweth wrote in the comments: "This will be a blip soon enough. Keep your head held high girl. You know who you are. Others like to take the opportunity to get what they can. Ignore. Delete. It will be over soon."

And The Good Place star Jameela Jamil added a series of love heart emojis in support of the star.

Perhaps surprisingly, conservative commentator Candace Owens described the lawsuit as "frivolous."

"I know everyone's going to think that my take is that Lizzo is guilty as charged. Actually far be it. My take is I do not believe that Lizzo is guilty as charged," she began on a recent episode of her podcast.

Owens read through the details of the lawsuit including accusations that some of the dancers were forced to eat a banana protruding from a sex worker's vagina while visiting Amsterdam and that white management had reprimanded them for other behavior while on tour.

"I should make it clear ... that they are claiming that white management demoralized them, because they had these white managers [and] they were racist toward them because they told them how they should behave on tour," she said.

"It sounds like the women probably were just told that they couldn't be ratchet and maybe the manager was white who said this to them but now they're launching essentially a lawsuit saying that's racist and sexual harassment."

"Ratchet" is a derogatory term often used towards Black women who are deemed uncouth, according to Dictionary.com.

"Now here's my take obviously according to me, this is a frivolous lawsuit," Owens added and accused the dancers of being "grown adult women" who "knew exactly what it meant when Lizzo took them out on the town to the red light district in Amsterdam."

But one of Lizzo's biggest celebrities fans, Beyoncé, seemed to snub the singer at a recent concert following the news of the lawsuit.

Beyoncé is currently on the U.S. leg of her Renaissance world tour and seemed to skip Lizzo's name during her performance of her "Break My Soul (Queens Remix)," where she name-checks a number of iconic performers in her track such as, Aretha Franklin, Nina Simone and Lauryn Hill.

Social media footage from her show in Foxborough, Massachusetts seemed to show Beyoncé seemingly not saying Lizzo's name during the popular re-working of Madonna's song "Vogue".

In her public statement, Lizzo said she was very passionate about her work and took her role as an entertainer very seriously.

"With passion comes hard work and high standards. Sometimes I have to make hard decisions but it's never my intention to make anyone feel uncomfortable or like they aren't valued as an important part of the team," she wrote.

"I am not here to be looked at as the victim," she went on, "but I also know that I am not the villain that people and the media have portrayed me to be these last few days. I am very open with my sexuality and expressing myself but I cannot accept or allow people to use that openness to make me out to be something I am not.

"There is nothing I take more seriously than the respect we deserve as women in the world. I know what it feels like to be body shamed on a daily basis and would absolutely never criticize or terminate an employee because of their weight. I'm hurt but I will not let the good work I've done in the world be overshadowed by this."

Lizzo finished her statement by thanking "everyone who has reached out in support to lift me up during this difficult time."

But the plaintiffs' attorney, Zambrano, hit back at her statement and told Newsweek it showed "a lack of empathy."

"Lizzo has failed her own brand and has let down her fans," Zambrano said on Thursday. "Her denial of this reprehensible behavior only adds to our clients' emotional distress.

"The dismissive comments and utter lack of empathy are quite telling about her character and only serve to minimize the trauma she has caused the plaintiffs and other employees who have now come forward sharing their own negative experiences."

[nepofm]

spotted      at      met      steps      ,      odette      chanel       rockefeller        kiernan         shipka      ,         muse         d         ,        farley       erskine       corcoran       iv       mason         gooding        ,     muse       b       wearing      last      season’s      jimmy      choo      ?      i’d      leave      the      steps      in      the      next     24      hours      before      nepoupdates      catches      them      &      if      it      were      me     ,      i’d      definitely      go      back      to      the     checklist    of      golden      rules     .    

kiernan shipka.     she/her.     ciswoman.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   odette chanel rockefeller  ,   most   likely   listening   to   anti-hero   by   taylor swift   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty3   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -wide-eyed   +benevolent   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   leaning over short limbs as you use a swing to adjust your doily socks, layers of chanel cashmere under a pastel chanel petticoat, being the dawn after every dusk, the actual face of chanel ,   followed   by   sundazed eau de parfum by byredo   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   shutting down the rockefeller center on a sunday to host a massive wonderland themed tea party to all and any   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .

mason   gooding.     he/they.     cisgender   man.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   farley   erskine   corcoran   iv   ,   most   likely   listening   to   there   is   a   light   that   never   goes   out   by   the   smiths   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-seven   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -pretentious   yet   +hard-working   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   someone   pointedly   ignoring   you   while   they   write   on   their   notebook,   an   entrance   always   heralded   by   the   scent   of   cigarette   smoke   and   coffee,   feeling   like   the   human   equivalent   of   pull-apart   bread,   and   the   soul-searing   feeling   in   the   realisation   that   there   is   nothing   in   this   world   you   can   do   to   change   anything   ,   followed   by   their   aspen   by   coty   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   how   they   (   accidentally   )   caused   their   friend’s   career-ending   accident   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .

[miko-nova]

The boy who had no choice

The first Oneshot to be posted and one of my more recent projects.

AO3 for those who prefer reading over there:

(Kindly ignore the other two Oneshots over there. They're old and need to be reworked)

The soft crackling of the fire was the only sound to be heard in the room. But it seemed to vanish completely, leaving only the frosting aura of men, sitting inside “Mister Malfoy, do you have any idea of the consequences this whole situation may have?” The voice of Severus Snape seemed to be even colder than usual. Draco only gave an absent-minded nod, still trying to proc the whole situation.

Only hours ago, he managed to put Harry, Golden-child, Potter, his rival since the first year under a Crutiatus-curse. He should feel any kind of satisfaction or power, but it just felt…wrong.

‘That’s it!’ Draco was leaning over the bathroom sink, the tears rolling over his cheek and dripping down, hitting the porcelain softly. He hated it, not only this whole situation but himself, for being weak…

for crying…

for just not being able, being willing to complete ‘it’.

He would never be able! To kill Dumbledore and finish the Vanishing Cabinet… Merlin, he didn’t even want to! The problem was: His assassinations, or rather their constant failing came to grow suspicion.

Would be rather a miracle, if not, he didn’t even try. To this point, playing dumb worked, but how long will it…?

Almost maniacally, Draco turned up the tap, splashing Water from the slowly filling basin into his face. He had to calm down, before anybody may find him.

Why? Why did Bell try on the opal necklace?! If she had just brought it to Dumbledore, the obvious attempt would have been revealed and the safety increased, so Draco could talk himself out of at least this part of the plan…

He wouldn’t have been able to, though, it has a comforting taste to grasp for the last straw of hope for a way out.

It was his fault, that she had to be brought to Hospital Wing!

No, it was her own fault, she just shouldn’t have touched the necklace!

Shoulders shaking, Draco leaned a bit more over the sink, an ugly sobbing shrugging through his body, followed by half-swallowed coughing and choking. His throat and eyes were burning, and he felt like he had to vomit. If anyone were to see him like this, the last bits of his reputation he somehow still holds up would shatter like glass.

Thinking of glass, Draco looked up into the mirror before him, into a face that only Farley resembles the young man he has been only months ago. He was pale, not in an elegant, but rather in a sickly way; the bags under his eyes were dark red, almost purple, the crying didn’t make it any better, and his hair was nothing than a fiasco.

Didn’t Pansy offer him some of her Make up? Maybe not that bad of an idea, it would be a disgrace to be caught because somebody got too suspicious of the dark circles.

Maybe Bell would reveal his tell-tale intentions now that she was obliviously back on track. On the other hand, wouldn’t she have already done it the moment she was able to grasp a clear thought again?

Could it be, that she was afraid of him? Unlikely, stubborn Gryffindor. Could it be possible, that she really couldn’t remember? Then, he was at least kind of safe from being caught.

But wasn’t that exactly, what he wanted to? Get caught, confess, and maybe even get some kind of witness protection?

No! What he was doing here was an honor! His parents said it was, Aunt Bellatrix said it was, ‘he’ said it was. He had to finish this, for the reputation of his family!

Another swell of water found its way to his face. At this point, not only tears but also little drops of water dripped back to the basin.

The mere memory of the fear in his mother’s eyes, how broken his father has seemed…has been after Azkaban, made him sob again.

He just had to somehow bring an end to this, for his parents. That was his only chance to protect them from ‘his’ arbitrariness.

Another sob, louder, more desperately. His head sank deeper over the sink.

“Malfoy, I know what you did!” The voice echoed from the bare walls of the bathroom, not that much louder than Draco’s own voice. And still, for the young man, the words were clear as day, made him freeze in shock. Panic.

Draco almost jumped, shock was written all over his face, as he stared at the person behind him through the mirror. Potter, of all people in this damn castle, it had to be Potter?!

Still shaking from his dying sobs, Draco turned around. There he was. Potter, merely a few meters behind him.

“You hexed her, am I right?!” It didn’t even sound like a real question, and, as rapidly as Draco has flowed from the great hall and how puzzled he was now, it was rather obvious. Even Potter would be able to put one and one together.

The thoughts were racing in the young Slytherin’s head. What should he do now? He had his back up against the wall, in the truest sense of the word, Potter blocking the only way out. With the last bit of control, he could raise, Draco performed an unspoken Stupor.

Potter dodged, the glass behind him shattering with a deafening crash, before countering with his own spell. It missed Draco by Inches, it was the shock wave, throwing him off his feet. Another Stupor from Potter followed before Draco could take cover, hiding from Potter's field of view.

What should he do now?! He had to somehow pit the Gryffindor out of action, maybe, or rather most likely, delete his memory. Or else, it would be tricky to get out of this situation.

According to the steps, Potter was on the other side of the cabin row. Draco dropped to his knees and shoot one more Stupor under the partition walls, before jumping back up again. Under a hail of partially only narrowly missing spells, both young men sprinted to the end of the row.

They reached the slim aisle almost simultaneously. But whatever Potter seemingly wanted to do, he hesitated. That was Draco’s one and maybe only chance. In a rush of adrenalin, despair, and blind rage, he shouted the first spell coming to his mind.

“Crucio!”

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Potter screamed and dropped to the floor squirming in pain. Draco was paralyzed, clutching the wand tightly, arm stretched out in front of him before he realized what he was doing. The wand slipped from his fingers, hitting the stone floor with a light, wooden noise.

Potter's pained cries and twitching dyed out and from the corners of his eyes, Draco could see him sitting back up. He himself felt paralyzed, unable to look anywhere but at his still raised hand, that held his wand only seconds ago. His fingers were twitching in an unregular pattern, the boy could just stare at them.

An effort to lower his arm or hold the hand still failed, it was like his muscles didn’t want to obey him.

At the same time, Draco’s head was empty and overflowing with thoughts.

“What is the meaning of this noise? Mister Potter, I hope you have a good reason to alert the whole castle with your screaming.” The almost freezing voice of Severus Snape teared both boys out of their trance, or at least Harry. “Oh, I have, Malfoy cursed me with Crucio!”

Nearly unnoticeable, the eyes of the professor narrowed down before he focused on Draco. “Is that the truth, Mister Malfoy?” His voice was tense, simply the tune of the words seemed to tell him to deny it. But the young Slytherin, still in trance, just nodded.

“Mister Potter, lower your wand at this instant!” Now, Draco actually looked up, to be exact at the tip of Harry's wand, pointed at him.

“But…!” A sound, that could have been a growling, shut the Gryffindor down almost instantly.

“No ‘But’. The headmaster will decide, how we will deal with this situation. Consider wisely, what you want to do, Mister Potter. At this point, I’m still willing to leave out the detail that you also participated in a not approved duel on school grounds.”

Draco was almost sure, Potter would protest, however, he only heard a suppressed mumbling. “And, as far as it concerns you, Mister Malfoy.” With a slight swish of his own wand, he directed Draco`s to float up. “I’m confiscating your wand for the time being.” Still, Draco couldn’t do anything then nodding absentminded.

“Mister Potter, if you feel any kind of dizziness, I advise you to visit the hospital wing after this talk. Now, follow me.”

Still in trance, and with a proper safety distance, Draco followed his godfather to the headmaster’s office.

Neither the talk nor the way was present in Draco’s mind, he just stared at one of the walls, trying to comprehend, what happened, what he has done.

Only one thing kept stuck in his brain. The fact, that Dumbledore decided – under heavy protest from Potter – to not report him to the ministry, at least not now. Said Potter stayed with the headmaster, highly likely he had to be persuaded so he doesn’t report Draco himself.

So, instead of a one-way ticket to Azkaban, he got some kind of probation, which included that he was appointed under permanent supervision. Seemed like a temporary full-stop for further work on the cabinet or another assassination attempt.

That was exactly what he wanted, wasn’t it? A reason, to stop. And yet, he was afraid, of what would come at him in the next holidays, when he had to leave the protection of Hogwarts and explain himself, at ‘home’. If suddenly, he wasn’t useful anymore, it could be the end for him and his parents.

Maybe, ‘he’ decided, that there was no point at all in letting Draco stay in Hogwarts anymore. The sole thought of having to stay at the manor constantly made cold sweat of fear run over his back. Then he would have to repeat what happened today.

Maybe there was a possibility to convince Dumbledore that it would be better to keep him at Hogwarts for the holidays. This way, he would be safe, at least for the time being…

No! He couldn’t do this to his parents. In the end, they may have to suffer the consequences of his failure, if Draco was not available. For their safety, it was worth, being a death eater, wasn’t it?

Draco wanted to sob out of pure desperation. He wouldn’t be – not now and never in the future – be able to torture somebody, it just didn't work.

The moment he had pointed his wand at Potter, six years of rival, insults, and kind of hate had shot through him like a lightning. It was a terrible feeling and the sole memory almost made him puke.

Potter's pained cries still echoed in his head, setting up goosebumps on his arms. Childish insulting and arguing was one thing, amusing, maybe even kind of interesting. But, really hurting him.

And it was Potter! To break it down, Draco didn’t hate the boy to the guts but had a certain antipathy. Apart from that, it happened in the heat of the situation, under any other circumstances, it possibly wouldn’t have even worked.

What would happen, if he had to use this spell on an innocent victim, likely to cry and beg for mercy. At the latest then, he would buckle.

There had to be a way to get out of this situation! Maybe, he should seek help from Dumbledore…

No! That would b his death! ‘He’ would find out, and that would be his…their end. Would his godfather reveal this kind of attempt? Was he more loyal to the Dark Lord or to his family…or, in the end, to Dumbledore…?

That wouldn’t make any sense, in this case, the headmaster would already know of his plans and Draco would rot somewhere down in the dungeons or in some lonely tower.

With a sigh, Draco pulled up his legs to the chest, placing his chin on his knees. Still, he was sitting in the office of his godfather and waiting for him to return. Severus had left for an ‘Unscheduled teacher's conference’ quite some time ago.

Most likely, they’re dicing out who had to babysit Draco.

Once again, Draco shuffled on the hard couch, trying to find a comfortable position in front of the fireplace.

“Feet down or take off your shoes, that’s bad for the cushions.” Draco would have been startled by the sudden voice if it hadn’t been this obvious. In the end, with a probability bordering on security, every single chocolate frog card in this castle would alert the teachers, if he tried to flee. Not, that he was particularly motivated to try.

“Oh, come on, old curmudgeon, who cares about the cushions. He’s the first one sitting there in years anyway. Can’t you see how bad and guilty he’s feeling? You’re surely realizing, that you made a terrible mistake. I assure you, many of us stood in your place and know how you’re feeling…”

“You know nothing about me!” The portrayal of the middle-aged witch shut down immediately. Yet, Draco hadn’t sunken this deep to accept life-coaching from some magic ink. Thought, she just wanted to be friendly and cheer him up.

With a slight sigh, Draco’s chin sunk back on his knees. How long would this ominous conference take?

Even if he was allowed to attend classes like before, how would the other students react? Potter wasn’t that much of a tattletale; he would most likely stick to telling it to his friends.

Granger and that was a thing he really appreciated about the mud-… girl: She knew, when at what to keep to herself. Draco wouldn’t say or think this word ever again, he was not like them, like this maniac who called herself his aunt. Who seemed to actually enjoy hurting people… Again, Draco wanted to throw up.

But the weasel…? In the end, he’d let it slip by accident and the sole possibility for it to be true would be enough for it to be bruting like a wildfire. Did his monitoring include personal security? Not, that anyone would dare to attack him… at least, Draco hoped nobody would.

The time passed on and, whenever the fire seemed to die out, a new log floated into the fireplace. Admittedly handy, Draco had to ask the professor about this spell…

What was the point of that?! He had bigger problems at the moment than a spell for hovering logs!

Jittery, Draco run a hand through his hair, they were still unkempt, but at least dry by now. If he looked in the slightest like he felt at the moment, then it was maybe good to be here and not in the common room, being drilled with questions by Pansy and Blaise. He was more than just grateful to have them by his side – the very fact that they came up with so many excuses for him without once asking for an explanation was more than he ever expected – but he desperately needed rest.

Draco’s view impinged on his hands again.

In this one, particular moment, he had felt more powerful than ever before, it almost physically hurt. His dominant hand was still a bit numb and kept shaking flimsily. Was that the feeling of using an unforgivable curse for the first time? Or does it feel like that every time?

It terrified the boy. He always expected to want power, in general, and over others, but not like that. It felt like being swallowed by it.

That…that was not what he wanted to be!

Was that supposed to be his future from now on?

Draco wanted to start crying all over again. Out of frustration, anger… or fear?

He didn’t even know it himself!

It was horrible, this feeling of absolute helplessness he felt towards this curse, the uncertainty. As if he was falling and didn’t know when he’ll hit that floor.

Where was his godfather when he was actually needed?!

Until Severus Snape actually returned to his office, a lot of time passed. Enough for Draco to fall asleep – legs pulled up to his chest, his face hidden in the crooks of his arms, however, without shoes. “Wake up, Mister Malfoy, it is time for you to get to bed.” A little disgruntled, Draco stretched his arms – his cramped sleeping position already claiming its tribute – and grabbed his shoes.

He actually took them off, not because he felt guilty towards the portrayals, that’s still to come. It became uncomfortable. Why did he even try to explain himself? He was Draco Malfoy he had the right to take off his shoes wherever and whenever he wanted to.

“From now on, you won’t be living with the other members of your house anymore. You’ll get a separate room.” At this point, this wasn’t even a punishment for Draco, that way, he would get the repose he needs.

“Whenever you’re not in class or at a meal, you’ll be looked up in the room. A teacher will pick you up at the respective time.”

Also, not that bad, this way he wouldn’t have to deal with some insolent noisy Nancy. Maybe, if he behaved well enough, he could buy himself some time at the library. Beyond that, he had to catch up on Arithmantik and Old Runes.

This dammed cabinet ate up more time than Crabbe and Goyle pastries, together!

“Additionally, you have detention under my supervision three evenings per week and on every second and fourth weekend of the month. At this time, you can continue with your ‘Task’.” Draco froze, eyes wide in shock he stared at his godfather. He felt like being thrown back in time some hours. The realization, and with it the fear, hit him, like a lightning bolt. He wanted to scream but felt his voice failing without even parting his lips.

It took some attempts, sounding more like screeching than anything else, to get out a straight word.

“N-no.” His voice was nothing more than a frail whisper.

Severus turned around and looked at his student.

“Professor, please don’t do this to me, I can’t…” If his father could see him at this moment, he would have been unbelievably disappointed in Draco. But the boy was desperate.

He had to…

But he couldn’t.

Severus glanced at his young protégé and for a moment, the cold in his eyas seems to give away to honest pain and guilt. “I’m afraid, you have no choice.”

[afoolforatook]

I mean... I won’t say 100% def don’t reblog at all but... I’ll say it better later in not just a SoC rant.

okay. I might make a proper post about this later. but rn I just had to get it out. cause it keeps hitting me over and over in waves. 

realizing how everything Harriet’s done has been a part of her hiding her grief. From everyone, including herself. Her fresh grief, piled on top of a loss that she was almost certainly was never given the time to process properly and recover from. 

Keeping that in mind for what she said to Qrow about Clovers pin....

And the thought of Ren seeing Qrow or James or Blake and Yang or any of that… Of this concrete acknowledgement of emotions. Of grief. 

I…. listen. May’s moment meant so much. And Weiss and Whitley. And the rest of the scene with the ops and Winter and them starting to shift. 

But. I just. If they do this. If they actually do this. If they actually make this about accepting grief and acknowledging that it fucking hurts but ignoring it makes it so much worse…. Just. I can’t. I can’t put it into words. 

And a part of me hates to give them this kind of hope, because I could get so incredibly hurt again. Because I really can’t trust them again until I see where all this goes. 

But…. all the other representation is so important and makes me emotional, and im by no means saying this is more important. 

But like. I’ve known that even when I couldn’t see my queer or neurodivergent or mentally ill self in media, I could find other people who felt all of that too. I could hope and help work for better representation. 

But grief. Where I was early on, and to an extent where I still am? It wasn’t about not finding my community represented in media. 

I couldn’t find the community itself. Everywhere I looked for people grieving like me never felt right. I always felt other. Sure I knew other people experienced loss like mine. I knew they had to be out there, but I *never* found them. Anywhere. No matter how hard I looked. Support, finding people with other kinds of grief who can relate in certain ways. Thats all good. But. that truly feeling like someone else actually knew what this felt like? I gave up, honestly.

Always. For three years I was, in my head, *completely alone* in what I was feeling. Anything that was going to give that kind of representation was something I was going to have to create myself. Yes, creating was an important way of processing and coping, it’s what kept me going. But it still was exhausting. Because I just *knew* if I didn’t do it, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how tired and threadbare it left me, it was my only chance to be heard, to be seen. 

And I hadnt connected just how cathartic Qrow was for so much of that, how hopeful Clover made me for my own future, until ch 12, and all of it was crushed. I put together how much I wanted, needed, RWBY to be a good grief narrative, after I was already crushed by realizing that it might never get there. I started that understanding out with little to no hope. 

And Ive talked about how it could happen, how I want it to happen, how I dont. But… but I always kept getting that hope tempered so quickly. And it still is. But…

But today… I just… I saw it for the first time. An actual signal that it might really really happen. That this show, these characters that mean so much to me, and I was first introduced to seven years ago, *with Emma*, might actually give me even a taste of that representation that I had convinced myself wasnt just not shown, but might not even exist?? 

I…. I cant explain what that…. Im shaking just thinking about it. Really starting to believe it could happen…. I cant even… Deep down I still think I didnt ever really believe I would find that without having to create or curate it myself. 

I still dont want to believe it. I dont want to be let down, crushed, heartbroken again. But… But I’ve just had these waves of tears keep coming today. 

Because for the first time a part of me really believes that I won’t always be alone in this feeling. And that I might see this part of myself reflected in characters that I love, that other people love. That other people love this part of. That it’s not just up to me to bare my soul over and over begging for someone to finally show up and say they really understand. 

I can hardly stand to think about it. Because its so…. It was such an impossible thing in my head if I was really honest with myself. 

Im terrified to trust it, but the idea that it could happen. That it could happen here, with Qrow. i cant stop crying at that thought. 

At the relief, at even just the hope, as foolish and sickeningly painful as it might still turn out to be, that I could really truly finally see myself, stop feeling so alone in this? 

I dont… how can I possibly explain what that means. 

[lilyharvord]

Do you in red queen univeres is like harry potter. The silvers are like the pureblood family. Mare is a newblood like being a muggles born witch and Julian is more like Dumbledor or the Weasley what do you think?

I'm gonna say the universe itself does seem to lend itself to those categories! Or sub-catagories! It also very easily lends itself to a Hogwarts AU! PREPARE FOR AN AU UNDER THE READ MORE

I mean, Mare seeing her favorite big brother Shade receive a super pretty envelope from this strange school saying he is a wizard and is being offered a position in that school? Going to Diagon Alley with her family and Shade picking out a owl, and old faded robes cause he family really can't afford anything else. Then her hugging him tightly as he has one foot on this strange train and one foot on the strange platform that they had to run through a brick wall to get to?! Holding his hand through the window and running along side the train as he promises to write her every week before she runs out of platform and has to stop as the train pulls away and he is waving and smiling wildly at her. Her little hand slowly falling from her wave to be by her side and she wishes desperately to be on that train with him? ONLY TO RECEIVE HER VERY OWN PRETTY LETTER THE NEXT SUMMER? She gets to do the whole process! And she has all these fantasies about what it will be like based on the letters Shade sent her all last year. She wants an owl, or a salamander, or something like that. And she want to play the strange quidditch game he mentions. She wants to run up and down staircases that change. When she gets on the train with him, she practically pulling out of her mom's arms, and almost forgets to hug a very upset Gisa goodbye.

On the train, Shade tells her all the details, introduces her to his friends: ketha (a second year like him), Ada (a sixth year), and Farley (a second year that Mare is incredibly intimidated by until she sees Shade heart eyeing her every two seconds).

They tell her about the houses. Shade is more than proud to be sorted into Hufflepuff even though Farley teases him about it and Ada only smiles at the whole thing. But they all get quiet about Slytherin. It's not a house you want to be in, Shade says quietly. Mare doesn't quite understand. Cunning? what's so bad about being that? Smart and quick witted? Hell, there's nothing wrong with it.

Then she meets them. The Slytherins. And she sees why she shouldn't be a part of that House. But then she meets the strange, dark haired, blue eyed boy at the back of the group with her, who tries to sit in a boat alone until Mare clambers in behind him, cursing the fact that her socks got wet and they're going to be gross and her shoes will squelch while she walks. He seems a little uncomfortable around her big personality until she introduces herself, and he smiles and shakes her hand, quietly introducing himself as Maven. Nothing more. Mare doesn't mind, loads of people don't give their last names.

Then she's in the Great Hall, underneath the Sorting Hat, Shade smiling at her like a fiend from the Hufflepuff table while Maven is already sitting at the Slytherin one, slouched and looking just a bit upset. (It's not what you think y'all. it's because CAL's a Gryfindor, and their dad was too and he still wants to get his fathers love, and he pretty much just CEMENTED the fact that he won't get it now.) Mare sees him, and the Sorting Hat huffs and says, making friends already? Mare frowns and then thinks back it: he's lonely. And the hat laughs before saying: loyal then, hufflepuff might do you well. She makes a face and it laughs once again when she thinks: I can do better than that. And it seems to nod in understanding before standing upright and announcing SLYTHERIN. Maven sits up taller as Mare leaps down from the stool and runs to him with a big, shit eating grin on her face. Shade goes a little pale in the face but smiles at her nonetheless. It's his baby sister, and if she's happy, he is too.

She's very happy. Slytherin isn't all that bad. Maven's her friend and he's a very good one. He's smart as a tack, and knows all these neat tricks to get through work. But its when they go out to fly on the brooms where they differ finally. Maven is... not a fan of being off the ground. Mare... she could live up there. She tries to get him interested but he jut won't have it, preferring to bury his nose in books and study. (Mare wonders why he wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw like Ada, but she shrugs it off).

It's one day when they're all out walking and that girl Evangeline starts teasing some kid and throws his whatever in the air that things finally get interesting for Mare. In a very impressive showing of skill, she catches this tiny object while flying. IMMEDIATELY, the captain of the Slytherin team wants her as his Seeker. Its UNHEARD OF everyone argues. NO FIRST YEARS allowed! But it's vetoed, and Mare is allowed to play. Shade is more than proud, puffing out his chest, and forcing her to walk around with him so he can introduce her to his class and everyone as the youngest Seeker in years.

It's after she is sneaking out of the Gryffindor tower one night, having stayed to talk with Shade and Farley who is finally losing some of her Ice Queen exterior and even cracked a smile at one of Mare's jokes, that she almost gets in trouble. She is sprinting down the stairs of the tower when she runs smack into someone so they both end up tumbling down the stairs and hitting the back of the Fat Lady's portrait when they land. She stumbles over apologies, trying to grab her things in the dark (and pocketing one or two of his by accident), when she looks up. She's seen him before, she know she has, but can't remember from where. Plus, it's a little dark and she can't see him all that clearly. He's sitting there, tie undone, and shirt all messed up from falling, and rubbing the back of his head where it hit the back of the portrait when he looks at her. HE knows her. This the girl who is the youngest Seeker in years! They blink at each other, and she tries to take off, but he grabs her wrist, keeping ahold of her as he says: Thief! when he realizes she grabbed a few of his things. She looks down at the mess of things in her arms, and then frowns at him before saying, No! These are my things! he pulls out his wand and book from her hands and she's like: okay, well, those aren't mine, but whatever. And he smiles at her as he stands and she's suddenly craning her neck to look up at him, and LORD ABOVE what did he eat as a child?! She squints up at him, still trying to place him when he shifts his things to his other arm and holds out a hand for her to shake. She looks at it, and then takes it slowly. His grip is so warm and comforting, but not sweaty like some of the other boys her age. He shakes her hand and introduces himself as Cal, and THEN Mare knows who he is. This is Maven's brother. The older one, the perfect spitting image of his father who is the "Perfect Son." Maven always sneers just slightly when he says that, and now that she has met this Cal, she knows Maven is right. Turning up her nose at him, she spins on her heel and leaves, completely uninterested.

Okay she lied, she was a little more interested than she let on. She sees him EVERYWHERE after that. He raises his brows at her in the Great Hall, and even smiled and said good morning Mare when she walked by with Maven to Charms one day. After that day, Maven gets really sullen, and tells her that she shouldn't talk to him, that he's trouble. He's a third year, in line to be Prefect and Headboy at some point. She doesn't want to get mixed up with wet blanket like that. She agrees, but something about him, his eyes, the gentle smile, and way he'd looked at her the first time he saw her makes her heart do a little jig every time she thinks about him.

Before she knows it, its the first Quidditch match, and she's set to play. She steps out in her beautiful green and black uniform, and while she's in the tunnel adjusting the straps on her wrist guard with her teeth, someone laughs behind her and says: there is a better way to do that. She looks up, the laces half in her mouth, and a tiny bit of drool running down her chin to see Cal leaning against his broom. Of course he plays Quidditch, she thinks with a scowl. What perfect son wouldn't? He takes her wrist though and ties the guard gently, pulling the laces perfectly through the loops. Maven tried to help her with it this morning but gave up when he couldn't do it. Her face burns with embarrassment but he doesn't notice, or at least, he pretends not to notice. When he finished both wrist guards, he shoulders his broom and with a wink says, "eyes up and head up, dont want to take a Blunger to face on your first day." He strolls away after that, and Mare stands there, watching his shoulders as he leaves. How does a thirteen year old boy manage to look like that?! Shaking it off she steps on the pitch but... that's all she remembers. She takes a nasty blunger to side of the head and falls to the pitch floor. When she wakes up, the entire Slytherin team is around her and so is half the Gryfinddor team, Farley is grimacing as she takes in the situation, and Cal is leaning over her, shielding her from the son. She frowns up at him before saying, "you didn't say they moved that fast." He snorts to hide a laugh as the medics take her off the pitch. Good news? She learns later in the Infirmary, they won! When she went down, Cal, the Keeper moved as if to go to her and they were able to put the Quaffle in to get the final point! Her captain claps her on the back, and she tries not to puke when the movement jars her head.

The year ends uneventfully, and she waves goodbye to Maven as she disembarks and he leaves with Cal. A woman with matching icy blue eyes and stark, ash blonde hair frowns at her as Maven smiles and waves his own goodbye. She pointedly ignores Cal's title wave goodbye.

The next year is much of the same but there is a... current in the air, a charge that wasn't there before. Something is happening, something dark in the world. Shade and Farley go to Hogsmead and talk about it, but Mare can't go yet. She sits in a hidden alcove of the Astronomy tower, watching the world outside with her books open before her. Maven is quieter this year, but there is a strange new confidence and glint in his eye. It worries her. He is not the boy she waved goodbye to at the beginning of the summer.

One day while studying, she hears footsteps and looks up to see Cal pausing along side her. Her stomach flip flops when she sees him. The summer did wonders for him. Somehow, he is more attractive. She didn't even realize that was possible. And she REFUSED to admit that she thought about him a few times... well more than a few times... over the break. He smiles at her and before she knows it, she's leaning toward him to talk. She asks why he's not at Hogsmead and he grimaces before saying he is struggling with Diviniation and has to take an extra class on it every week. She laughs, and the smile he gives her when she does laugh turns her stomach to molten lava. He helps her out of the windowsill and they walk to the Great Hall together. Maven intercepts them before then, his eyes narrowing and darkening when Cal waves goodbye and heads on his way. Mare nudges Maven with her shoulder and teases him saying: are you worried I might like him more than you? Maven glowers at her, and she softens before taking his hand and promising him that Cal is "a complete and utter moron, who she could never like." It seems to relax him, but not completely. Again, Mare worries. He was never concerned about Cal or any of this before.

The year works that way though. She slowly get closer to Cal. They have this strange unspoken agreement to meet at HER windowsill once a week and then walk along the ground by the lake. One day, in the winter, she forgets a thick enough coat, and is shivering in her sweater until he shrugs off his cloak and drapes it around her shoulders. She blinks in surprise, before smiling and thanking him. It's far too big on her and drags on the ground a bit, but its warm and it smells like him. Which she is terrified to realize she kind of likes.

She starts spending time in the Gryffindor tower too, getting closer with Shade's friends, and sometimes, Cal is there too. He's not really a staple (he and Farley don't really get along, something about her calling him a Pure Blooded Hypocrite), but Mare finds she likes when he is around.

That summer is terrible. Maven doesn't write her as much as he promised. And the world is getting Dark™️. There are strange disappearances on the TV. Things are getting weird. Shade gets secret letters from Farley that he hides from her. When they go back to Hogwarts, things are... different. There are guards, there weren't Guards before. Maven looks more gaunt and haunted. Even Cal doesn't seem as cheery anymore. They're walks around the lake go from once to twice to three times a week. He tells her about his side of the Wizarding World, and she learns about a group that is known as the Death Eaters (who serve a mysterious Dark One that wants to eliminate the muggle population and the mud bloods). Mare frowns when he says that word. He says it quietly, like its something bad. She's not sure why, it's a word. When she asks Farley about it, her friend's face hardens and she tells her it's a nasty term that Pure Bloods use to describe the people like them. The ones who come from non magic families.

She finds solace in Quidditch, she even goes out when Cal offers to show her a few tricks, and that time... it is strangely magical. She finally gets to go to Hogsmead, and spend time with Shade and Farley there. They have a new little group, a taller fifth year named Tristan is added, Ada is with them, Ketha, and a couple of others. Shade tells her to go off and find something to do one time and she ends up spying on them. When she does, she overhears them talking about the Dark One, that they are back and that is the reason so many Muggles are dying and disappearing strangely. That Hogwarts might not be safe anymore. She confronts Cal about it one day, and he stops dead in the snow, spins on her and says never to talk about it. That the Dark One is dead, has been dead for year and that she should never mention them. She is taken aback, he's never seemed so concerned to desperate before. So she drops it. But things get worse over christmas break.

When she returns, Maven is almost cold with her. She tries to tease him like she used to, but he just isn't having it. She clings tighter to him, worried that things are not going well at home. She knows his mother isn't great, knows his father is an asshole. She can't understand how two people like that managed to make someone like Maven, and someone like Cal. But she tries her best to be a friend for Maven. She can't help but get closer with Cal. Something about him draws her in, and keeps her.

One day at Hogsmead, she runs into him (literally, again). She slips on the ice and he catches her, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her close so she has to grab the front of his coat and cloak to keep herself upright too. They look at each other for a long time, confused and full of butterflies before she spots Maven at the other end of the bridge. She was supposed to meet him at the sweet shop but was running late. His eyes narrow ever so slightly at what he sees, and Mare pulls away from Cal glaring at him and adjusting her hair when he blinks in confusion. She turns on her heel and leaves without a word, taking Maven's hand in her own as she passes him and dragging him along.

That summer, something changes fundamentally in the world. The world actually gets even Darker. Shade gets more worried, and Farley starts showing up at thier house. Mare know they are seeing each other. But she keeps it to herself. When they go back to Hogwarts... there are Guards on the train. She walks down the hallway and runs into Cal on his way to his compartment. The train rocks as she is trying to pass him and she ends up in his arms again. She's fifteen, and he's seventeen, old for a sixth year. But in his Prefect uniform, he looks quiet attractive, and somehow he got MORE attractive over the summer. The flutters that had once been nothing but tummy flutters when she was elven/twelve are now full blown butterflies in her stomach. She would never admit it, but she had a dream about him over the summer. About his hands on her hips and the stone wall of the Gryffindor common room rubbing against her back as she pinned her to it. She doesn't pull herself out of his arms right now though, there is something comforting about being in his embrace right now, when the world seems to slowly falling apart around them. He lets her go, a falsh of something in his eyes before he smiles at her and says, safe travels.

When they get to Hogwarts, she knows there is something wrong with Maven. He looks like a corpse, his eyes are dark and his features are sharper than usual. She tries to get him to smile for her, but he can't seem to muster much. So one day, out of desperation, she kisses him. He melts finally, and she melts with him, burning like Icarus when he got to close to the sun. They become... a thing for lack of a better term. He clings tightly to her, pulls her away from Farley and Shade and her friends, pointedly makes sure she doesn't spend time with Cal to the point where he actually seeks her out one day, and Maven jeers at him until he leaves. It scares her, he was never hostile, never a person like this. When she talks to him about it, he raves about things she doesn't understand. An In fact, he seems almost angry with her. She can't understand, she tries to get it out of him halfway through the fall, and he turns around and calls her a nasty Mudblood, jeering at her about the fact that is lucky he even considers her a friend. It breaks her heart, shatters it into a thousand pieces. She didn't kiss him just because it might make him feel better. She kissed him because she wanted to, because she thought it felt right (she also did it because a secret part of her hoped that kissing him would make the dreams about Cal stop.)

She stops hanging around him, the other kids like him and the other Slytherins embrace him instead, folding him into their group, while she starts to gravitate to Shade and Farley again.

they go home for Christmas, and the world tilts completely on its access. There is horrible accident that kills a number of families, and Shade immediately packs a backpack that night to go see Farley. Mare forces him to take her with him. When they get to Farley's, everyone is there, all the people Shade has been friends with. She learns they are forming a group, the Scarlet Guard, to defend themselves. The Dark One is coming back, and they will be ready.

When they return in the spring, the teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts does not prepare them right. Mare feels like a child being handed a pair of children scissors to solve a grown up problem. She talks to Shade about it, and the group agrees. They need training. It's then that Mare does what cements her fate with Maven. She seeks out Cal. He is not looking too great either, there is something haunting his face and when she finally walks up to him one morning on the lawn near the lake, he looks at her suspiciously. She doesn't know why but she ends up curled against his side, sobbing. He's taken aback at first, and then soften, wrapping an arm around her while she tells him everything. With a tight jaw, and a nod, he agrees to help them training.

They form a secret group, and they start training. It's then that Mare starts to realize that perhaps she likes Cal more than she lets on. he's a good teacher, a very good one, and whenever he holds her hand and guides her wrist through a complex spell movement, she feels her face heat up. He's a sixth year, seventeen and on the cusp of greatness it seems. His OWLs were outstanding, he is set on the path she knows he wants. They train together privately. On a nondescript day like any other, she stays after to talk to him, and when she does, he kisses her. It turns her into a pool of liquid mercury, and when he breaks it off and gently caresses her cheek with his thumb she knows she is doomed.

They leave for the summer, and she writes him daily. He writes back, telling her about things happening at home. There are issues, his father is stressed, his step mother is being cagey, and Maven... he's not himself. She worries, Shade is a sixth year and she's just a fifth year, but the world feels like it is resting on their shoulders.

When they come back to school in the fall, Maven confronts her. He found the letters she wrote to Cal. He accuses her of a number of things she is horrified by. Cal steps in to push him back, and in a horrible moment, Maven draws his wand and puts to Cal's throat. The brothers stand like that for a moment, and Mare with her hand on her wand fears who she will have to point her own wand at. But Maven drops the wand, and that is that when he storms off.

The Scarlet Guard grows in number. And then it happens right before they leave for Winter Break. The earth shattering, horrible truth. The Dark One returns, and no where is safe. Hogwarts is under attack before anyone knows what is happening. Mare is fighting through the halls, throwing out hexes and charms she never thought she would have to use. She battles her way to Cal, who takes her hand and pulls her close. The Aurors arrive but they are not enough. Shade, Farley, Mare and Cal storm the upper tower. Cal makes them stay below in the hidden crawl space because Maven is up there and he can hear his father. When he gets up there, it is not what he thinks. Mare and Farley and Shade watch from below in horror as Elara uses the Imperius Curse to actually turn Cal on his father so he kills him. When that happens, the truth is revealed. Elara is the Dark One, or the new chosen Dark One among the Death Eaters. Mare storms up the steps before Elara can kill Cal, using the one spell she knows might end the duel. But Maven steps in and they end up dueling. With tears steaming down her cheeks, she tries to fight him off. But he is not fighting to stun her, he is fighting to kill her, to put her out of commission. She is disarmed, and in a horrible moment, thinks he will kill her. Elara is cooing at him to do it, to punish her for loving his brother instead of him. She pleads with him silently, begging him with her eyes not to. His lips twist as he struggles with the decision. It's too long, Shade and Farley get up the steps and force Elara and Maven to appirate away.

The world cracks open like an egg as war spills out after that.

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS LONG. ANYWAY, ENJOY EVERYONE. I'm not going back and rereading this so whatever you see is what you get XD

[hauntcdfm]

˗ˏˋ —— ⋆ wait, did you just see who just walked through washington park? i swear it was james farley, what? you don’t know them? they look a lot like (rege jean page) but i heard that they are a (33/378) year old, (cis male/he/him) that has been in portland for (six years). apparently, they are also a (vampire) who works at (farley & associates) as a (lawyer) and their reputation of being (astute) & (aloof) is noted by residents from all over the city but what can you actually believe when listening to the grapevine? don’t worry, we’ll be able to find out just who they really are when we see them in portland next.

FULL NAME: James Farley

BORN: Edward Hamilton

NICKNAMES: None

DOB: January 31, 1644 ( Aquarius ☼ | Scorpio ☽ | Taurus ↗ )

AGE: 378 ( 33 when turned )

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

OCCUPATION: Lawyer, Farley & Associates

ORIENTATION: Bisexual | Biromantic

GENDER: CIS Male

PRONOUNS: He/Him

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Thin scar on left eyebrow, two thin scars on his back from his father.

TRIGGERS: Death 

PLOT SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONs:

SIRE: The woman who passed herself off as the survivor of an attacked ship, was a vampire who had killed the ship she was on and all of James’ crew, then turned him and forced him to then kill his adoptive father. 

FRIENDS: They’re few and far in between but he does make ‘em. 

ENEMIES: Easier to make for him.

EXES: Same as friends. 

ABOUT.

Born as a result of an affair between his mother, a maid originally from Zimbabwe and his father, a navy veteran who was set to become Governor. Conceived on the boat from England, he was settled in Port Royal, Jamaica where he was raised in the Governer’s household as a member of staff alongside his mother. 

His mother died when he was ten, and the next three years spent in abject misery being ignored and unacknowledged by his father, and missing his mother. 

In 1657, when he was thirteen, pirates attacked Port Royal. They were ruthless, and his father soon died after an attack. Yet, with them he saw the freedom that he didn’t have here, and in turn one of them saw something in him. He left with them, leaving the Port city behind without a second thought.

Through the ship he gained a second family with the pirates, learnt how to sail and to fight and to cheat, but it was the life of freedom that he so sorely craved.

Growing into a respected member of the crew, he was first mate by the age of thirty, under his adoptive father figure, it was the Golden Age of Piracy. 

[DEATH TW] At the age of 33, they came across a ship that had seemingly been attacked and the crew dead bar one survivor, a woman. She pleaded sanctuary, and came aboard their ship, however on her second night her true nature was revealed. 

The woman was a vampire, and she killed his entire crew without a thought, leaving James and his adoptive father. He had tried to fight but been knocked unconscious and when he awoke, it was to be told he had been turned to a vampire. 

She forced him to kill his adoptive father, before leaving him to deal with what he had done. [END OF DEATH TW]

He forced himself into isolation, never stopping in one place for long and eventually when he felt he had the ability to control himself he began to find ways to deal with his immortality and boredom. 

He trained as a lawyer under a new name, and began his own law firm. He tends to only take on a few non supernatural cases, to cover his own ass but he focuses on supernatural clients. 

Legally the business will “change hands” from father to son over the years as James doesn’t age, and he transitions from each alias. 

Ultimately though, he’s privately been known as James for the past fifty years.

[amythecinnabunny]

I have decided. For 300 followers, here are 30 prompts that are just lines from my WIPs. Send me a prompt number + a character(s)/ship/platonic pairing and I’ll do a little drabble based off it. Alternatively, send me a number + “explain”/”context” and I’ll tell you a bit about the WIP and put the line in context. (Ignore the names, I copied these directly from various WIPs)

Also feel free to turn this into a prompt list ask game i’ll be genuinely curious to see anything else that comes of this.

I’ll write for the following fandoms:

Julie and the Phantoms

BBC Merlin

Harry Potter

Marvel

Miraculous Ladybug

The Order

Emma’s absence was tangible. It was a hole in Adrien’s heart that he could feel. He had never loved anyone like he’d loved Emma.

“If you bite me, will I turn into a vampire?” // “If I bite you, I promise it won’t be about letting you live further.”

“If I don’t make it back -- no listen to me. If I don’t make it out, you have to promise to stay alive. For me. You have to live if I can’t. I made my choice. If I have to pay a price like this for it, then that’s something I have to do.”

“I want one.” // “One what?” Sam asked stupidly, patting his pockets for the phone he’d left in the kitchen. Then he paused. “Oh,” he whispered, “a baby.”

Ani didn’t fancy explaining the difference between being the spirit of a dead person and being someone with ghost physiology so she generally just pretended to be a fifteenth century queen hellbent on haunting the organisation’s property. It was fun.

“I want you to stay so desperately. I wish I could find the strength to persuade you to stay. But I know you have to go and I know you’ll find me again. You always do, right?”

Myles was a soldier. Not because she wanted to be or needed to be. She was because that’s all she knew.

“Don’t worry. We haven’t added my blood -- or anyone’s for that matter -- to the potion so any large scale and or dangerous magic spells won’t come to fruition like time portals or. . .” Merlin trailed off at the look on Gwen’s face, His shoulders dropped. “I already did it, didn’t I?”

“Wh- Daisy?! No. No, no, no, no. You can’t have a crush on Daisy Louise. Reg, she will break you.”

Being a professional assassin was only fun when she actually got jobs. Otherwise she was stuck listening to Luke whining.

“It’s only been two hundred years. Angela Darling, we would never forget the promise of a saviour.” // “YOU TOLD THEM I’M A SAVIOUR?????”

Phoenix crashed through the window with a loud curse. Did she know she’d crashed into the house of the only superhero who could fight her? She stood up and brushed glass off her gray leotard. “Sorry. I thought the window was open.”

Dell stared at Kai like he’d grown a second head. “We are not throwing the king overboard.”

“If you ever touch him again,” Anna hissed, her dagger flush against the knight’s throat, “I don’t care if I bring war upon Camelot herself, I will slit your throat and leave you to bleed in the dungeons. Do you understand?”

Dealing with other people’s nightmares was easier than dealing with her own.

“This can’t be happening. I must be dreaming. There’s no way my favourite character in the whole world is standing here.” // “Why, River Farley! What a coincidence! You just happen to be my favourite character in the whole world!”

Clearly magic was an ineffective weapon when faced with Eddie and a tree branch in her hands.

“Call me a bloodsucker one more time--” // “Am I wrong, though?”

Amy stared at the chaotic mess that was her team. “Okay, so I’ve just decided that I’m your parental unit while Peter’s missing, whatever I say goes.”

Being dead was fun. Watching people slowly skew the story of your life, the greatest romance of all centuries, was decidedly not fun. 

“So I just have to pretend to date you for a month and I get to piss my cousin off? Okay!”

Given the equipment, Rae would have probably tried to become a vigilante at thirteen instead of eighteen.

“Trying to forget you has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”

Launet was the kind of person who, upon being handed a baby, either wanted to kidnap it for herself to raise or chuck it out the window. There was no in inbetween.

“Breaking into the Hollywood Ghost Club was admittedly not my best moment but look me in the eye and tell me it doesn’t make you fall a little bit in love with me.” 

“Daisy, my love, I adore you. But I genuinely would rather walk into traffic than sit on your bike with you.”

Being dead wouldn’t have been such a problem for Aleksei if he didn’t have to go about his afterlife watching the love of his life making the world’s stupidest decisions.

“I ate a peanut.” // “Aren’t you deathly allergic to nuts?” // “Yeah.” // “Je- FUCK! Did it have to be now while I’m bleeding out?”

Romeo always thought that he’d cross over when Bella eventually died. He didn’t expect her to figure out a way to bring him back to life. It was annoying. This was the seventh door he’d walked into.

Promise me that when I die, you’ll get Buzzfeed Unsolved involved. -- seen @ 8.15pm

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@endless-navigator @random-nerd-3 @fairylightsandrainydays @mercer-miller-baudelaire @sunsetphantom @futurearchaeologyprof @tmp-jatp @thesunsetcurvephantom @thedeathdeelers @authorpendragging

[popculturebuffet]

What You Really Think (Comissoin for WeirdKev27)

The Day After Timephoon, the Day before GlomTales!: ...

Glomgold Industries: (Glomgold is hard at work on yet another scheme with Owlson.. strangely calm. )

Glomgold: Okay.. I know we've had a few setbacks mostly thanks to you.

Owlson: (in an oddly chipper tone) sure let's go with that.

Glomgold: But I have one last scheme so dastardly it cannot fail. I call it THE FESTIVAL OF SCHEMES. It's 80 schemes in one. Fun for the whole family.. except scrooges because they'll all be dead!

Owlson: even has a built in slogan can't wait to hear it. Hit me.

Glomgold: I would but HR says ye cannae hit employees anymore. Oh you meant metaphorically. Scheme 1! I send a firebomb to scrooges office, set all the sprinklers off and catapult my sharks to eat all the gold then hire a crew of professoinal cleaners to clean off the gold after it comes out the other side, but hold a gun to their heads.

Owlson: Gross but efficent. What else?

Glomgold: The flintferris glomwheel. I have sharks construct it under dead of night, the town loves me as I destroy scrooge winning the bet by default!

Owlson: Keep it going.

Glomgold: I trick scrooge into thinking i'm his long lost son and therefore his one true heir nullyfying the bet.

Glomgold: I dress up as batduck and the kids let me in because everyone loves batduck. He's rick and he's vegenful just like me!

Glomgold: I dress up as Chris Farley's ghost! Kids love tommy boy!

Glomgold: I use explosives and shark blood carefully extracted from my babies to mutate the t-rex sketelon at the natural history museum.

Glomgold: I pretend to be Donald's cousin. Scrooge is too stupid to know how much family he has!

Glomgold: (In a donald duck costume0 I pretend to be donald duck! Awwww hoooey! (mANICAL LAUGH)

Glomgold: I attach a giant drill to my boat and use it to drill into the money bin and then into scrooge's heart then put what's left of his heart on my mantle!

Glomgold: I put together a bunch of the most vengeful, dangerous sharks I know. I call it sharkicide squad.. because I put bomb collars around their neck. (Whispers0 Their not loaded I couldn't bear to kill any of them.

Glomgold: I pour 80 gallons icy hot into his office!

Glomgold: I bring back abe lincoln's ghost for a talk show to smear scrooge and shame him into forrfetting!

Glomgold: I throw the moon at him!

Glomgold: I eat 30 hostess fruit pies and gain super powers!

Glomgold: I dress up as jesus and hit him by suprise as it's NOT EASTER THIS TIME.

Owlson: (To all of these Fine, sure, whatever, no problem. You got it. fine, whatever. You, da man.

Glomgold: WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NICE. ARE YOU SPYING ON ME? I KNEW IT YOUR TRYING TO MAKE SCROOGE WIN THE BET.

Owlson: I don't have to. You've already lost.

Glomgold: How dare you! I have one day that's..

Owlson: Not even enough time for ONE of these schemes to fail! I tried humoring you but I can't even do that without you acting like a petulant child. And frankly I nearly got an ULCER doing that.

Glomgold: Well why don't you say what you really feel.

Owlson: Oh is that what you want?

Glomgold: More than anything

Owlson: You asked for it (hands him a form) Sign this

Glomgold: Okay... (Signs it)

Owlson: I had HR Make this up. It consents to me being able to yell at you.

Glomgold: Oh yes my good old screamy form.

Owlson: (takes breath) You are the worst person i've ever met. Your inconsidrate, selfish, sexist, stupid, homicidal, suicidal, sociopathic. I spent MONTHS trying to rescue this company from you, MONTHS, and you tore it apart in less than a year and ignored me. Constantly

Glomgold: Because i'm better than you!

Owlson: At what?! Hatching half brained schemes

Glomgold: You finally got it good for...

Owlson: Oh will you just shut up? I swear the ONLY thing you listen to is the sound of your own voice! You tanked this company AGAIN, treated me like less than a person, and BET THE ENTIRE COMPANY I MADE PROFITABLE AGAIN ON A STUPID BET YOU COUDLN'T POSSIBLY WIN.

Glomgold: Well maybe if you let me scheme more..

Owlson: My stopping you from spending every PENNY we have on your stupid vendetta with scrooge is the only REASON we have money left! It's the only reason your close to his range! I tried to help you win the legal way and you just ignored me! You got our company accused of stock fraud! You blew a surefire deal! You set fire to my apartment!

Glomgold: Now I cannae explain that one.

Owlson: I'm being so cooprative because tommorow i'm FREE OF YOU. I can finally have the company back and bar you from the preimsies.

Glomgold: Oh and what makes you think Scrooge would..

Owlson: because he told me. He told me if he wins, i.e. WHEN he whens I get the company. He actually TRUSTS me and dosen't treat me like whit enoise!

Glomgold: Your more like a car horn

Owlson: I .. I can't take any more of this. Your going to loose, i'm going to laugh about it and then EVERYONE is going to forget this. You could never do this, your too far behind and you can't top scrooge, his family or his sense of decensy. Good day Flintheart. (walks out)

Glomgold: I can't... because of.. his family? Hmmm I got a scheme.. I'LL SHOW YOU OWLSON, I'LL SHOW YOU SCROOGE , I'LL SHOW YOU STEVE!

Steve: (The janitor, has been here the whole time) What'd I do?

Glomgold: (manical laugh)

Steve:.. no seriously what'd I do?

[quillandink333]

An Unlikely Encounter

BotW Link X Zelda

Rating: G

Word Count: 1k

Summary: While confronted with an array of looming emotions brought on by Zelda, Link has a realization when he makes a new, four-legged friend.

Masterlist

“Oh, Link! Look who it is!” I turned my head to see a blur of brown and orange bounding right up to us from out of the brush. “Hello, again!”

I let out a frustrated groan. We’d been on our way back to Hateno after a short visit to Zora’s Domain, and this wild fox had been following us around for the last couple of hours at least. This was maybe the fourth or fifth time it had shown its face, after my many attempts to get it to leave us alone.

Zelda was crouched down in front of it, scratching its chin as it made obnoxious cackling noises up at her. “Awww, look at you!” It wiggled around on its back, and she smiled at it adoringly, ruffling its coarse, greyish underbelly. I watched the two in complete astoundment. “You’re just the sweetest thing, aren’t you?” she cooed whilst it gnawed viciously on her arm. “Yes, you are!”

We could’ve been back and preparing dinner by now if it hadn’t been for these past pointless encounters. “It’s persistent,” I muttered. “I’ll give it that much.”

She ignored me, however, in favour of the feral creature before her, who was still whining and chattering away. When she finally looked up at me, it was with pleading eyes and a slight pout. “Can we take him home with us?”

My jaw fell open. “Why?” I retorted. “It’s just an animal.”

“But look at him!” she cried. “Doesn’t it look like he’s suffering out here?” Its fur was rather matted in spots, and it did look a little skinnier than most other foxes I’d seen in the wild. Perhaps someone had been taking care of it up until recently, when they’d simply decided to leave it here to fend for itself. “Just—look into his eyes for a moment.” She angled the beast’s face in my direction. Its eyes were ink black, staring back at me with no discernible emotion. “Don’t you feel sorry for him at all?”

I didn’t see what good it would do us to treat an unintelligent thing like it was anything other than just that. Even so, I wasn’t immune to the heartfelt look of longing on her face. I knew she would be heartbroken if I gave her anything but my approval. She probably wouldn’t speak a word to me the whole rest of the way home.

I sighed in defeat. “I suppose there’s no harm.”

Her entire being lit up with joy. ”Oh, yes!” she cheered before leaping up and landing a surprise kiss on my lips. “We’ll take such good care of him, Link.” The canine in question was staring up at me, panting and wagging its fluffy tail while Zelda’s arms were still slung around my neck. I gave an awkward laugh. Her attention was already lost on the fox again before I could put my own arms around her waist. “What’s a good name, do you think?” she asked herself, scritching behind its ears. “What about...Farley?” The little ruffian squawked in reply, which Zelda seemed to interpret as agreement. “You like that, do you? Alright! Farley it is!”

I cleared my throat a tad less than subtly. “You know, we really should get going if we want to return before nightfall.”

A couple of weeks or so had passed since we’d gained another mouth to feed. Usually we’d only see the furry little fiend at the beginning and end of each day, when I would have to hunt down something for it to eat. Other than that, though, it wasn’t causing us a lot of trouble. It stayed outside at all times, as I’d requested, and Zelda had even gotten one of Bolson’s crew to build a little den for it to sleep in around the back of the house. It seemed quite comfortable here, and she seemed very pleased whenever we’d be greeted by its raucous yapping upon our return each and every evening. Truth be told, it made me happy seeing her in such a good mood for a change, regardless of who or what was to thank for it.

Today, however, I was anything but happy. In fact, the most prominent emotion weighing on my soul at the moment was loneliness. Today, Zelda had some errand or another to take care of in Gerudo Town, and she’d stubbornly insisted that I not accompany her, despite my having been there countless times already. Not only was it absurd, but this was the first time she’d ever asked this of me since the day we’d dedicated our hearts to one and other once again. I was at a loss for what to do.

After wandering outside for a while, I now found myself at an abandoned enemy fortress not far from the village. The princess’ pet had been on my heels since I’d given it breakfast earlier that morning, and it had followed me all the way here. I’d simply turned a blind eye to it; I didn’t have the patience to deal with its insatiable need for attention today.

I climbed up onto one of the barrels halfway up the haphazardly constructed scheme of platforms. The fox scurried up to where my feet hung off the rim. “What?” It tilted its head at me. “I just—” I woefully let my head fall into my palms, trying my hardest to collect myself. “I know...that she’s only being considerate of their culture, and that it’s ‘best that I stay out of the way,’” I paraphrased, “but...”

It placed its soot-besmirched paw against one of my shins, gazing up at me with big, round eyes.

I heaved a perturbed sigh. “I just spent so, so long fighting to find her again, and now she’s—” The feeling of waking up to find her side of the bed empty that morning before remembering why came rushing back. I started biting at my lip. “It’s like I’m...lost without her,” I confessed. “Even when I know it’s just for one day.”

The fox’s soft whining almost seemed sympathetic in a way. I sat up a bit straighter, noticing its expression. One had to admit, if it were capable of experiencing emotions the way people did, it probably would’ve dealt with more than its fair share of neglect and betrayal by now.

Maybe this not-so-wild animal and I had more in common than I’d initially thought.

[closecore]

TL;DR I want Chris Farley to stand outside my window with a jukebox :/

Okay… not to fantasize or anything, but I WISH my life were a teen movie shot in the mid90’s, and I was the fashionable, cute main character that everyone who watched my movie thought was a real, charming, heartthrob (guys in the 2010’s would be like, “Yeah, she was, like… my first crush. Lol.” Which would make everyone a little uncomfortable to hear, but they’d agree. Why do guys always say that sort of thing like that? Like you know it’s implicitly sexual in their mind, but why. It wasn’t for me. I don’t want to know about your eleven-year-old lusts. Anyways…) Pretentious, stuffy people would say my character was a “““manic pixie dream girl”””” ignoring the fact that such a term is being grossly misused to describe any woman who doesn’t fit in a box. Besides. I’m the main character. That’s not even possible.

And my love interest is played by Chris Farley (so the movie probably would’ve been shot in, like? ‘93? Or 92?) there’s, like, this scene. The Scene. Where my character is Going Through it. She’s in her Stylishly Cluttered, Scrapbooky Teen 90’s Room (see: Ghost World, etc.) crying misty tears that turn angelic and dayglo in the turquoisey quality of the old cameras (I miss that), and then she hears faint music. It’s most definitely Ana Ng by They Might Be Giants. And she goes to her window. This window is large, too large and too beautiful for the house her and her shitfucked awful family live in, as is her room, but it’s symbolic you see, as she makes her own beauty, her own meaning where she is, but like 30 years later no one will pick up on this the way everyone now-a-days thinks the Simpsons house is worldbreakingly adequate and they’re all snide about it, but they’re Missing the Point, and My Room + large back window will be a *ding* on a Cinema Shits video.

SO she goes to the window, and looks out, and standing under the moonlight is Chris Farley’s character holding up one of those chunky boomboxes (like in Say Anything…) and though at first she just stares at him, she realizes that seeing him there is all she’s ever wanted, and without meaning to, she starts to smile, and then to laugh. Chris’ eyes are bright and holding an empathetic sadness that makes them shine as if he is about to shed tears as well (this is not in the script, Chris is just like that. But it adds something. It makes it all the clearer that he feels for her. That he loves her in the same way she loves him. And that is hard to find.)

He goes on a speech about how he loves her, and how he’ll always be there for her, yelling it up to her window, like Romeo and Juliet, his characteristic stutter and the stumbling way he says the most serious things only making it all so much more earnest. His face gently flushed, speaking directly to her, meaning every word - and she (I) start crying (also not in the script. The director exasperatedly says ‘we’ll need to edit around that.’) I deliver my lines just fine, despite the swell in emotions - both totally jubilant and strikingly relieved - but this makes Chris start to uncontrollably smile as well, knowing the dialogue I speak, written for my character about how she knows, how she’s always known, how she’ll always love him, or whatever; I am saying it just as honestly, just as open-heartedly to him, and he starts crying, too. Crying and smiling and holding the now silent jukebox above his head. The director gets pissed off and later declares we’ll have to do a reshoot, but we never do, because the producers eat it up.

Then in a scene mimicking the romantic poem, The Highway Man, by Alfred Noyes, Chris tries to ascend the space to my window, though his over exaggerated clumsiness is shed out of real need to get closer. He kisses my extended hand, and we look longing at each other.

Anyways the filming thing is kind of a metaphor?? Because I want the actual movie to be my life? But I’d take being an actor with Chris Farley and having a secret fling that gets less and less secret until the whole world knows, and somehow it all works out, and we’re happy, and in love, and history is forever changed in many small and wonderful ways.

[elliemarchetti]

Do you plan to update your red queen fanfics anytime soon?

I take the opportunity of this ask to publish the update of Pride and Prejudice AU but apart from this story, which I intend to finish as soon as possible, I am not sure that I will continue the others, as long as I no longer receive feedback and some requests on how to continue. I hope you enjoy this chapter and quench your thirst for new Red Queen fanfiction! @lilyharvord I must also apologize to you for the very long wait, but life has definitely come between me and my interests

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After breakfast, the girls took a walk in the village to find out if Mr. Maven was back, and to complain about his absence at the ball. He joined them as soon as they entered the city and he and Mr. Thomas took them home, a double advantage, as Mare could spend time with him undisturbed and the opportunity was propitious to present him to her father and mother. Immediately upon returning home, Miss Skonos was delivered a letter which was immediately opened: the envelope contained an elegant sheet of satin filled paper with beautiful, flowing feminine handwriting, which however changed her expression as she read it. It was from Evangeline Samos, and what it contained surprised her greatly, as the whole party had left the Stilts, with no intention of returning. When, later, Mare too was able to read it, she looked at the high-sounding expressions used with all the indifference of suspicion and, although surprised by the rapidity of that departure, she saw nothing really worrying: there was nothing to suggest that their absence would also prevent Mr. Samos from returning, and about the loss of their company, she was convinced that Wren would’ve certainly stopped worrying about it, being able to enjoy his. Sure it was unfortunate that she hadn't been able to see her friends again before they left the countryside, and that none of them were willing to return that winter, but wasn't that the reason why those who could afford it owned two houses?

"But you don't know everything. I'll read you the passage that particularly hurt me, since I don't want to hide anything from you," added her friend, and finally Mare noticed the second sheet she was holding in her hands.

"I am truly convinced that my dear friend, Lady Elane Haven, has no equal in terms of beauty, elegance and quality, and I don't think I'm at fault if I take it for granted that you agree with me. The affection she has inspired me for years is intensified by something even more significant, namely the hope of soon being able to call her my sister-in-law. I don't know if I have ever told you my feelings about it, but I won’t leave without trusting you, and I believe you won’t find them unreasonable. My brother already admires her very much, all her relatives desire this union for her as much as we do, and I don't think I am deceived by the partiality of a sister if I say that Ptolemus is certainly capable of winning the heart of any woman. With all these circumstances in favour of a bond and none that can prevent it, I am perhaps wrong to indulge in the hope of an event that will ensure the happiness of this many people?"

Mare was stunned. So this was the plan, it wasn't a marriage already orchestrated between Miss Samos and the General, but between her friend and her brother! Wren, however, didn’t want to believe her, and her words about the undeniable affection he felt for her seemed to do nothing but further hurt her broken heart as upstream they didn’t think the same about the letter's emissary, for not to mention that she was convinced that she wouldn’t be able to derive any joy from a marriage to a man whose friends and relatives hoped he would marry another woman.

"You must be the one to decide," said Mare, "and if after mature reflection you discover that the pain of doing a rudeness to his sister is greater than the happiness of being his wife, I certainly recommend you to refuse.”

These words brought Wren a smile, as they both knew perfectly well that she wouldn’t hesitate to accept his proposal, but the shadow of the possibility that he wouldn’t return in six months continued to cast a dark shadow on the general mood, to the point that only Diana’s invitation, addressed to both of them, managed to dispel that constant thought a little, replacing it with genuine curiosity, since she and Wren were by no means intimate enough for such a proposal. The answer to all their questions, however, came the next day when the Colonel's daughter told them that she needed female help, and that Mare was too involved to be the only opinion she would hear. From anyone else, this would’ve been an intolerable rudeness, but Mare knew her friend well, and if it was about romance, an assumption that soon turned out to be correct, she didn't want to be wrong and analyzed every single detail to the point of making the least gesture the most rational. The summary of the matter, however, was that Mr. Jesper had woken up early the previous morning, and unannounced, had gone under her window to ask her for a clandestine meeting. Diana accepted, and he, very awkwardly, revealed his interest in her, as well as his intention to marry her, if she accepted. The entire Farley family would’ve been thrilled with the event, but she had asked him for time to think about it, although she was already certain that she wouldn’t come to any conclusion alone, so she had bestowed that invitation. Wren, who was good-natured, greatly appreciated the gesture, and considered it an unspoken compliment to her sensibility and handling of the matter with Mr. Samos, so she quickly got busy, and all the years they had spent politely ignoring each other were recovered within an afternoon. Mare, however, wasn’t so well disposed towards the idea: she appreciated that Diana had asked for more help to reach the most favourable of conclusions, but she would’ve preferred that she had talked about it with her brother, as Shade had been silently courting her for years, and watched her from afar become the only woman he certainly wanted to marry; the prospect that she might want another man had bothered him and not a little, Mare had noticed, although she hadn't said anything, too absorbed in her own problems, but the real possibility that she might decide to marry another man would certainly have prompted him to declare himself, and everyone knew that those two were meant for each other, something that she wanted to remind to her friend.

"Mr. Jesper is smart and pleasant, and it’s certainly inviting for a woman to be the only one who can put a man at ease, not to say reassuring, even if he doesn’t seem like that kind of person. On the other hand, I can already see the blame on your face, Mare, and I want you to remember that your friendship is the thing I care about most in the world and even if I know how you feel, remember I too would behave differently if my perspectives were different, but they’re not, so I’m just asking you to be happy for me if I accept.”

"I will be," Mare assured her, though she wasn't sure she would ever be able to rejoice in her brother's unhappiness, "I just ask you to tell Shade before making any decisions. Do you think you can?"

To the affirmative answer of the other, Mare waited a time that she considered reasonable and took leave, followed by Wren, who asked her if she wanted to be accompanied home, which Mare refused, determined to be left alone with her considerations. It took her time before she could reconcile herself with the idea of ​​such an inappropriate union as she never imagined that, once called to decide, her friend would sacrifice all her best feelings. The next day, Mare was sitting with her mother and sister when Colonel Farley appeared and requested an audience with Mr. Barrow. Terrified of what might have happened, Mare remained tense the entire time they spent in the library, but the tones never rose, and when he left, the Colonel looked as calm as when he arrived. Mare waited a while before reaching her father and asking him what had happened, fearing a reproach for her advice to her friend, which could’ve broken the relationship between the two families, if the situation between Diana and Shade had been from her misunderstood, but he replied very calmly, saying he was happy and satisfied that Miss Farley, whom he had always thought fairly intelligent, wasn’t as foolish as his wife or daughter Gisa. Although this didn’t gave an explicit answer to her question, it reassured Mare, who was convinced that she could get more direct answers once her brother, who had gone out with Bree and Tramy, returned, as she didn’t want to be pressing with Diana, who could also have took offense at how things went the last time they met. At first, Shade seemed a little surprised by all that attention, but when he realized that Mare’s wasn’t just a fervent desire to know some new gossip but real concern, he told her not to worry, and that everything would turn out right in due time, a time that however established a reserve between the two friend that became a silence so heavy that convinced Mare their confidence was stained forever. Furthermore, these gloomy feelings certainly didn’t help Wren's mood, who hadn’t heard from Mr. Samos for a week and hadn’t even received an answer to her letter for his sister. Even Mare was beginning to have fears, not so much that Mr. Samos was indifferent, but that his sister could keep him far. Reluctant as she was to admit such a devastating idea to the happiness of the only friend she had left, and so dishonourable about the constancy of her love, she couldn't help but think about it often. The united efforts of two insensitive women and a friend so influential, favoured by the charm and amusement of Archeon, might’ve proved to be too much, so she feared, for strength of his affection. As for Wren, her anxiety about that uncertainty was, of course, more painful than Mare's, but whatever she felt she just wanted to hide it, and therefore between her and her friend there were never any allusions to that subject. The mother, on the other hand, wasn’t held back by such delicacy and hardly an hour passed without speaking of Mr. Samos, expressing the impatience for his return, or even asking her daughter to admit that if he didn't come back she would feel treated very bad. It took all of Wren's mild steadfastness to endure those attacks with acceptable tranquillity, which diminished, however, upon the arrival of Miss Samos' letter of reply, which removed any doubt about their winter accommodation, they would have settled in the General's residence, and, according to Wren, also regarding the feelings of Mr. Samos towards Lady Haven. Mare paid no attention to those speculations, she hadn’t seen, in fact, any warmth between the two in the time they had spent at the Hall of the Sun, but the fact that Evangeline was so evil she could take pleasure in the idea of undermine her own brother’s happiness, and in such a mean way, filled her with indignation and resentment, equal only to the concern she felt for her friend, who had fallen in love with a man of such lightness of character, a slave to intriguing friend, willing to sacrifice his own happiness at the whim of their desires. If, however, it was only his happiness

that was sacrificed, he could play with it as he wanted, but it was also Wren's that was involved and she believed he should be aware of it. In short, it was a topic that could’ve been thought about for a long time, even if, perhaps, to no avail, but she could do nothing else, and whether Mr. Samos's affection had really died down or had been suffocated by the interference of his friends, whether he had been aware of Wren's feelings or they had escaped his observation, in any case, even if the judgment would’ve been concretely influenced in the different hypotheses, the situation remained the same, and the peace of the girl equally wounded. It was a couple of days after, that Wren found the courage to talk about her feelings with Mare, but in the end, left alone by Mrs. Skonos, after a longer than usual rant on the Hall of the Sun and his owner, she said: "Oh! If my dear mother controlled herself more, she has no idea how much pain her constant considerations about him give me. But I don't want to complain, since it won't last long. He will be forgotten, and we will all be as before."

Mare looked at her friend with affectionate disbelief, but said nothing, although the doubt about those words could be read on her face like lines from an open book. Wren blushed: she knew that this man, who had been so lovable to her, would live forever in her memory, but that was all. If she had something to hope, fear, or even blame him for, the situation would’ve been different, and time would’ve done nothing but make the pain greater, but in that case she had the immediate comfort that it was nothing more than an error of her imagination, which had hurt no one but herself. If she had said those words aloud, Mare would’ve told her she was too good, and she would’ve attributed ethereal adjectives to her sweetness and impartiality, but it wasn't praise for her character that she needed to hear at the moment, only how much she was loved, words that not even her mother seemed willing to give. Even her father considered it only a mere disappointment, and indeed, he seemed inclined to joke about it when the Barrows went to visit them, inciting Mare to have her own heartbreak with Mr. Maven, who seemed a very nice and stylish man. Regarding him, it can be said that his company helped to dispel the melancholy into which the last, unfortunate events had thrown the two friends, who saw him often and had been able to add to the long list of his qualities the total absence of reserve, as the whole story already exposed to Mare soon became public, and everyone was satisfied thinking about how much they had always thought the General unpleasant before coming to knowledge of the whole matter. The only one who could imagine that there could be some extenuating circumstance in the matter was Miss Skonos, whose mild and firm candour always put forward justifications, and insisted on the possibility that there were misunderstandings, but by all the others the General had been labelled like the worst of men.

[rametarin]

why do black ppl have to move to japan to make anime tho, i mean they could stay in the usa and make their own shows, like what has been happening for years(eg hair love). if their goal is to get more psotive black rep in anime, i doubt that will happen. idris elba made yasuke, which was received negatively. japan is pretty antiblack and thinks blackface is ok, so i doubt most japanese people including higherups and managakas will even care about black rep.

Many Japanese moved to the states to work on Disney, anon. It seems strange, but when you love something, it doesn't matter where you come from. A famous Japanese waterpainter did the backgrounds and such for Bambi, in fact. Only recently passed from us, too. Well, I say recent, but y'know. I mean relatively, considering when Bambi came out. I don't believe it's strange at all that many black people that grew up on Dragon Ball, One Piece and all the fucking hentai one can wank to, would dream about going to Japan to become authentic mangakas. Heck, there's a reason why Nintendo's posterboy is an Italian plumber named Mario, and it's because the guys behind Nintendo's videogames division learned and worked in the west before going home.

So while it seems odd or possibly even suspicious, non-Japanese dreaming to move, live and work in Japan to do that seems almost as silly as childhood aspirations to go and become a Katanasmith, but, well.. it can be applied to anyone idolizing anywhere and any other people. From weeaboos, to riverdancers.

And the unfortunate and dispicable thing is that there's a good argument to make for, "positive representation" of people of all backgrounds in media. The innocent, good faith reason for it is that the simple truth is when you live in a place that is historically majority of one-sort of people, and they expect that ethnic/demographic dominance to remain and maintain as the majority and respected as such, they don't expect foreigners to be able to just come in and threaten that. But, the honest to god truth is that in the modern world, intermarriage that's sincere and honest and global travel threatens that worldview. And immigrant and mixed people suffer the brunt of that ignorance and lashing out for, "not being one of them."

So I don't grudge media the very necessary and reasonable decision to make more inclusive material. Something like My Hero Academia considers the future to be more mixed families in even societies that today are more ethnically homogenuous, than they are in the imaginary settings, or real future. It means when interacting with an imaginary fantasy world, you don't have to wipe away what you are and where you come from, physical characteristics-wise, in order to interact. Fun as it is and boilerplate as it is to, for example, make an Asian character for Oriental Adventure type tabletop settings, because showing up at the table of what is more of a historical Japanese setting like Chris Farley is kinda.. yeah.

Animators and animation studios, while undoubtedly being a business, are staffed by more progressive people. Usually. If not outright pinkos. So the odds are higher that someone will put forwards either the idea for a franchise or setting that is more willing to have things be accessible to the imaginations of everybody, either not limited by the ethnic background depicted (like say, a medieval European fantasy world. Or Japanese. Or Chinese. etc.) or outright incorporating and commenting on the participation of different communities and how and why they're interacting. So. It is inevitable.

The bad faith parts come in when they say, "diversity and representation" and instead it's not really about either, but collectivist Group Struggle. Which only care about diversity and representation as far as their use in impressing the message: See these people as an indivisible distinct society unto themselves that perpetuates themselves and deserve a wide berth for their community, even in your country, even in your aboriginal homeland, or you're a supremacist bigot.

Japan is going to get snared and caught on the social parts of this because they just have no experience with dealing with the historical padding and messaging these people do. If they make noise in Japan now, 10-30 years from now they can talk about the events happening with the same glowing historical reverence that they cite in the US about the civil rights era, fighting back against the big bad and evil white supremacist society, and imply how the Japanese were apathetic or outright disdainful for the, "uppity black people." And tell their kids how shameful and bigoted and Asian-Supremacist their parents and grandparents generation was, and how anti-black society still is, and how bigots should be condemned- and if you aren't on board with their definition of equality, that practically sees black in Japan as a community, culture and society all its own, then you're a racist and a bigot.

It is repulsive and repugnant that there exists a kind of person that tries to use genuinely good things like learning how to depict people of other groups and backgrounds with authenticity and respect in order to use them as platforms for stories about how racist and oppressive against that group others are, but so long as people understand what's happening when it happens, they can consciously determine the merits of a work based on the merits of the work. Things being inclusive will get less hamhanded and forced the more experience people have with adding them.

Japan is going to have a very negative experience dealing with the actual antiblackness and how their children react once said children are presented with the opportunity to be ashamed of the actual racism and actual supremacism either on the surface or beneath of Japanese society. And the wrong kind of person is going to be right there, lapping it up, exploiting it for their own agenda all the while.

The sooner Japan gets with honest and sincere depictions of people of other backgrounds for the sake of story and experience and practice, the more easily the youth will transition to naturalized and normalized understanding and relations, and the shorter turnaround time. Because the more they resist that and try to maintain actual anti-blackness with belligerence, the more their daughters are going to overcompensate in the other direction, the longer and deeper that generational rift is going to grow.

Leave it up to the sort of people behind front groups like BLM to take advantage of that weakness and exploit it, socially.