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evilminji · 4 months

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I think I figured it out?

My favorite thing to do with Danny? And the Zone in General?

Is to just... zoom out a bit, maybe move stage left, leave the trouble and (most of the) dramatics of his teen years behind and just? Discover that not all of Death is War. Not every Obsession is violence.

Sometimes it's owning a fancy little soaps shop. Or that PERFECT garden of their dreams, where they can share with EVERYBODY, that they could never manage in life. Maybe it's the universe biggest Comics library.

Yeah, when you can't die and pain is kinda subjective, a good ol fashioned brawl IS the best way to communicate. Fist to Fist, ecto to ecto, come out the otherside understanding each other a bit better. But like?

.....you could ALSO just use your damn words, you know? Maybe some of us don't WANT to fight.

The freedom to Do Anything? Means a good chunk of us will say "Nah, we good". And move on to do other, non-violent things! Not every Area of the Zone is the SAME you know. It's like countries. Or, well, Galaxies? Since it IS far more spread out then any country will ever be.

It's why Danny probably didn't notice. Thought his area was all there is. It's the standard "my neighborhood is the default. Normal for everywhere" mindset that people unknowingly tend to have before they travel much. It's not like he had any chance to learn otherwise.

He had school in the morning. Had to stick close in case a fight broke out. How FAR could he truely travel? The end of the metaphorical street? The next block over? The Far Frozen alone was pushing it!

But then! He defeats the Tyrant of his Area of the Zone. And it's like a map filling in, in the back of his head. Perfect outline of what's "his" and "not his". And??? Wait, wut?

Why is he not surprised the Observants fuckin Lied? Pariah wasn't King Of Everything! He was king of... *head starts to violently hurt as he tries to grasp the scale of things* ow, Ow, OW! Bad idea! BAD IDEA!!! A chunk? Yeah, big chunk! Let's go with that!

It was APPARENTLY like saying "ruler of the known world". Other countries very much still existed, just APPARENTLY didn't count. Good to know! AFTER THE FACT.

At least HIS territory likes the "Wooooo! Anarchyyyyyy!" Goverment model. Frees him up to do other shit. He can come back to it LATER. But FIRST? :) Get? :) The FUCK :) Off his lawn! :) *kicks everyone back through the portal* *closes it* AND STAY INSIDE THE ZONE!

Abuse of power? Sorry, he can't hear you over his magically recovering sleep schedule and GPA. The fact he might ACTUALLY graduate. His new favorite past time of watch the GIW slowly losing both their funding AND minds. Mmmmmm~ relaxing!

He graduates.

He is the son of crazy people with a shit GPA. His parents may have finally come around on ghosts, started over on their research... with a frankly ALARMING enthusiasm, but? You can't undo decades of damage. The Fenton name is untouchable.

He applies anyway.

Goes ghost for the first time in over a year.

Is... bigger. Starlight and ice. Royal. It feels right, settled in a way. More HIM then his skin could ever hope to be. He notes it, but doesn't linger. Decides to find out what's OUTSIDE "his" territory.

And...

Huh.

The answer depends?

In one direction? An endless battle. From horizen to horizon, like shooting stars. Crashing and smashing, weapons clanging and ringing. Mad blood stained grins. Worthy opponents. A challenge that goes on forevermore.

He...backs away slowly.

Going sorta, up-ish? Leads to a weirdly muted stillness. Muffled. He can't find anybody. But the doors here are pretty... worn. He doesn't want to keep pushing.

Finally, he tries at an angle to the right. And? Spots a patrol? They look nervous to see him, but hold their ground. He asks what's in this direction. Is polite. They look incredibly relieved.

Which is how Danny? Learns about the SINGLE BEST thing ever. The thing I actively fantasize about. Long for. And gift to him because I can.

Floating island cities FULL of highly specific little shops and passion pursuits. All for damn near free, because they are mostly doing it for THEM and you just happen to be there. The islands go one for days in every direction. Overflow with color and sound and the flash of ghosts flying too and frow.

Stunned, Danny, jaw on the floor. Wanders the streets.

Finds a space themed shop and feels his eyes dilate like a cat. Mine ™. He gets a book on "First Astronaut's of their Species" and some BESPOKE space meme socks. Looks around. Decides that this? This is where his doing ALL his shopping from now on.

He's pretty sure he sees a shop dedicated solely to canned food from across the Multiverse.

There is a sale on corn(non radioactive), apparently.

He tells EVERYBODY. Well, Fenton and friends "everybody". But you get the idea! The shopping trip they organize? Is legendary. His Father finds a Fudge shop and probably scares the local ghost population with his mad Fudge Glee cackling. Mom found a weapon smith. And an old fashion lace maker. Jazz? Lost to the world of intergalactic boy bands and psychology textbooks.

Tucker made a running slide straight for the nearest tech shop. Then the butcher. And Sam?

........m....maybe if he doesn't ask? He can claim plausible deniability?

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sleepymccoy · 2 months

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Imma tell you all about Vulcan for a bit. I'm not gonna google anything, this is all memory

So back in the early 1800s or maybe mid 1800s, whatever, pre 1900s, they're looking at Neptune. Neptune has a funky little wobble in its orbit. One smart guy (whose name I don't remember) is like damn that wobble makes sense if there's another planet out there.

So they map out what this other planet's orbit would logically be and lo and behold there's Uranus (they had time to think of a name, I still can't believe they went w Uranus). Shortly after this - maybe this is when it's the mid 1800s. I don't know when Uranus is actually found - they spot Mercury!

Holy shit another planet!

And look at it wobble! Well, fuck me with a poker, says another man I don't remember, we've seen that before with Neptune and Uranus. There's another planet!

Lordy, just how many planets are out here?

So they map out Mercury's orbit and where this extra planet would need to be to have the impact it clearly does. They name it Vulcan. It goes into text books and solar system maps.

So yeah, in between Mercury and the sun is another planet called Vulcan for a few years. Literally, it's accepted fact.

Unfortunately Vulcan is on the other side of the sun for a while and they can't confirm. Then when they look there's no planet there but like,, Maybe they're off by a degree? They do some more maths and are like no yeah there should def be a planet there wtf?

Eventually they accept there's no planet and, with embarassment, remove Vulcan from school books. Then they sit down and think about it

Maybe Einstein is involved here, maybe they just use his principles? When was Einstein? I'm terrible w dates.

Anyway, turns out this is gravity causing time dilation.

The sun is a big fat gravity causer. There's just so much funky gravity coming out of her. And it's pretty patchy, esp with the solar flares and so on. So sometimes with gravity playing a complex game the straightest path from Mercury's pov is different to the straightest path from our pov. This makes sense on a visual level for me, and I don't know how to explain it further

If we were on Mercury it would look like we're going in a perfect orbit. But from Earth's pov it's a bit wobbly! Neptune is far away and didn't have the same impact from the sun, so that was all just Uranus. I think we do see a little bit of wobble in Venus too, and from Mars we'd look funky. But I think that's a very miniscule amount, with that space measuring equipment rather than just eyes and compasses

Anyway that's Vulcan, the real planet that doesn't exist. There's a great book on it, The Search for Vulcan. Probably also written by a guy whose name I've forgotten lol, but it's written well.

Okay I am gonna google, but just to try and find a picture to back me up

That's from the Smithsonian ^

I like the not-quite-real planet Vulcan

#vulcan #space facts #i own the search for vulcan #but i cant find it rn #mightve leant it out to a mate

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yeaimsafiya · 6 months

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CHAPTER ONE back from rehab

SYNOPSIS the beginning of a teenage girl named y/n who is fresh out of rehab but doesn't intend to stay clean.

FROM THE WRITER AHH IM SORRY IM LATE GUYS!! This is the first chapter I'm ever writing, I took some inspo from episode 1 but I'm going to have to cut each episode into fourths because I really don't want to spend a whole week trying to finish a whole episode and school work. But I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter as much as I did - Love you guys, Sapiyah <3

WARNINGS Lots of unnecessary writing, female! reader, mentions of drugs and drinking, strong sexual content, nudity, violence, adult content, adult language, scenes might be uncomfortable for some, some scenes might include mentions of mental illness'

SERIES EUPHORIA

CHARACTERS INCLUDED members of the bakusquad & dekusquad, big three(?), some characters of class 1A

NOTES MDNI! Ageless blogs will be blocked or removed.

Readers discretion is advised

Suddenly, the whole world goes dark and nothing else matters except the person standing in front of you.

You were once happy. Content.

Sloshing and swimming around your own private, primordial pool; Then one day, for reasons beyond your control, you were continuously and repeatedly crushed...

Over..and over.. again by the cervix of your mother, M/n.

You put up a good fight, but eventually lost, for the first time, but not the last.

You were born 3 days after 9/11, your mother and father spent two days in the hospital, holding you under the soft glow of the television, watching those towers fall over and over again, until the feeling of grief gave away to numbness.

And then, without warning, a middle-class childhood in the American suburbs.

You were sitting at the dinner table with your mother, M/n, and Father, F/n. But it appeared something else had gotten your attention, a set of numerous lights above the dinner table, in which you wanted to count.

"Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen.."

" What are you looking at y/n?"

"..."

"What are you doing? ..Y-y/n look at me."

"One, two, three, .."

"What are you doing Y/n?"

*cries*

"Id say she's suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder..."

Its not like you were physically abused..

"...attention deficit disorder..."

..Or had some type of clean water storage..

"..general anxiety disorder.."

..Or was molested by a family member.

"..and possibly bipolar disorder. But she's a little bit too young to tell."

So, explain this shit to me.

"Honey, it's just the way your brain was hardwired; Plenty of great, intelligent, funny, interesting and creative people have struggled with the same things you struggle with."

"Like who?"

"Vincent Van Gogh, Sylvia Plath, and even Brittney Spears, your favorite!"

You haven't remembered much from the ages of eight to twelve. Just that the world moved fast, and your mind moved slow.

"Does anyone have an idea of what a perception might be?"

And every now and then, if you focused on the way you breathed...

You'd die.

"Slow down, just breathe"

Until every second of the day, you'd find yourself trying to outrun your anxiety.

"What's wrong Y/n?"

..And quite frankly..

"I'm just fucking exhausted"

Coming down to the kitchen, you could hear the small talk between your mother and younger sister, S/N.

"You said the doctor was in our network. How can he suddenly be out of network?"

"I can't afford it."

"Did you see that video of the girl who got acid thrown at her face?"

"What? No.."

"It's pretty fucked up.."

"Mom do you know where the tampons are?"

"In my bathroom, right under the sink."

And at one point, you'd make a choice of who you are and what you want.

"Alright Gia, let's go"

"Why do the co-payments cost $300?"

"Y/n did you eat breakfast?"

".."

"What's with the glasses?"

"What glasses?"

You just happened to show up one day, without a map or a compass..

"Attention students, we need to lockdown."

..Or to be honest, anyone capable of giving on iota of good fucking advice.

And I know it all seems sad but guess what? You did not build this system up, nor fuck it up yourself.

But then it happens. That moment where your breath starts to slow. And every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have.

Then everything stops: Your heart, your lungs, then finally, your brain. And everything you feel, you wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks.

And then suddenly... you give it air again, give it life again.

You remember the first time it happened, where you were so scared you wanted to call 911. Go to the hospital and be kept alive by machines and apple juice. But you didn't want to look like an idiot, and you didn't want to fuck up everyone else's night.

And now overtime, that's all you've wanted.. those two seconds of nothingness.

You spent a good portion of summer before junior year in rehab. God granted you the serenity to accept things you cannot change, the courage to change the things you can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

"Y/N," your sister yelled from afar, greeting you after your long leave. You smiled, and whilst running up to her, tried to continue the conversation with your younger sibling.

"Hey, Come here!"

"How are you?"

"Good, I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"Look at you, are you growing?"

"No."

Looking over, you see your mother standing by your family car.

"Hey," you yelled out to her, only to receive a small smile from her.

And with that. you knew it was your time to go.

"I'm very happy for you Y/n. You're about to start a brand-new chapter," Your mother says while driving you and your sister to school. You looked at her with a smile, then turned your attention back to the car window.

You had no intentions of staying clean. And yet, Jirou just moved into town.

"There's some new girl in town that I think you'll be friends with," Shoto said, with you standing beside him in his store.

"Who?"

"Shit, I don't know. She came in looking all punk rock and shit; So I'm thinking to myself, like, 'look like somebody Y/n would be friends with'."

Which was sort of a dead-on observation for Shoto, who's not normally revolving in the same direction as planet earth.

"So how long have you been back?" He asked.

"About five days."

"And how are you feeling?"

"I mean, ever since I gave my life over to my lord and savior Jesus Christ, things have been, like, really good."

"Word? That's what's up," You chuckled at his snarky remark, giving him a small smile.

"I'm fucking with you," you said whilst laughing, "It was a joke."

"Shit, hey, I don't judge," he defended, hands raising to just above his chest.

"But for real, is Deku in the back?"

"Are you serious?" Shoto questioned, seeming very disappointed in you.

"What, you think cause' I went to rehab I stayed clean?"

"I mean, ain't that the point?" he asks.

"Yeah, well, the world is coming to an end, and I haven't even graduated high school yet."

You gave Shoto one more smile before going to Deku, whilst Shoto stared at you the entire way there; There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but since you were too busy looking for Deku, you didn't see.

You opened one of the doors of the refrigerators, leading you right to him with a bowl of fruit loops,"I thought your ass was dead," he said one he saw your appearance.

"And I thought you had Asperger's till I realized your just a prick," you barked back.

"This a fickle industry, y'all come and go. I'm just trying to stack my cash, pay off our mortgage," he said while pulling out a bunch of plastic bags out of a microwave.

"So what the fuck do you want?" You gave him a knowing look before he handed you needed.

"You sure you don't want to try something new?" He asks you.

"Like what?"

"2C-T-2, 2C-T-7, and 5-MeO-DIPT."

"I'm sorry I have no fucking idea of what you just said."

"It doesn't matter," he stated, "but this shit, is fucking lit."

"What is it?"

"N-diisopropyl-5-methoxytryptamine. It's a fast-acting psychedelic."

Got some similarities to LSD, but with, like, key differences. Not as visual as shit, but definitely a sense distorter.

"What's wrong?" That same dark purple hair girl questioned.

"I'm just so happy," you responded back.

"I don't know, this shits been going off in Tampa, and mad people like to fuck with this," Deku continued on with his descriptions with the drug.

"Okay. Yeah, why not."

"That'll be 120."

"Oh uh, Shoto said he'd spot me."

"Shoto doesn't spot nobody."

"Yeah, well, it's a post-rehab discount, so you should ask him."

"I will go ask him, cause' I know your full of shit."

Those were the last words he said before you walked out. Those were the last words you heard before you saw the same two boys in freshman year.

Bakugo and Kirishima.

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toastofthetrashfire · 8 months

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Space and Framing in Episode 5 of DFF

Non is introduced through a reflection. This represents both his future disappearance or death, but also his outsider status. He's on the outside, the other side of the door, only a reflection.

Non's isolation is visually made clear as we see two contrasting hallways. The left is where Por and Jin come from. In the background you can see students milling about, life and people. On the right, Non is alone. Meanwhile Jin stands at the threshold about to cross over into Non's space.

Por goes too, but he visually remains separated from Non's isolated space. Instead we start by seeing Non and Jin through a reflection, just as when Non is first introduced. This is an outsider's space, but this time Jin has entered it.

Once again we get Non in an isolated space. It becomes noticeable too that he is often squared in, not just separated but boxed in. This can be seen in the previous shots as well. You can't see it from this screen shot but the road on the left has cars moving back and forth, so once again Non is placed outside and in contrast to life and society.

And once again, Jin comes and moves into this space.

As Non leaves, Jin is left split. His body remains in what was Non's space, but his shadow isn't quite contained. Perhaps this represents Jin's feelings for Non, and his desire to follow him. Or perhaps the way he is teetering between feelings and kindness for Non and his inability to fully stand up to his friends.

Jin sinks back and fully enters the space, his shadow no longer hanging outside of it.

Even at home, Non is boxed in. Perhaps signaling the way that his home life is separate from and invisible to his "friends" at school. Or perhaps the way that financial troubles and anxiety weigh on him like walls closing in.

Jin uses the camera to watch Non. In doing so he perhaps intends to create an alternative space with just the two of them, or to join Non's world. But at the same time, there's a looming feeling as Jin boxes Non in. We know in retrospect that the camera leads to increasing problems for Non. But I'm also reminded of the Thai horror film Shutter. The film revolves around cameras (including Polaroid/instant photos which Jin uses earlier in the episode) but also a strong critique of the way bystanders can become complicit and even hurt victims the most when feelings are involved.

As we start to get Tee's struggles we see him framed as a shadow. His circumstances and struggles remain in the dark where his friends don't know about them.

And then a doorway. The pressure is on for him, the walls closing in.

Top chooses to frame himself, using the camera to act out his fantasy of being a hero. Yet moments later this fantasy breaks, much like the camera. He relies on Tee to cover his butt. In the future he will be one of the first to run and abandon his friends. And of course, ultimately he ends up killing one of them.

Jin comes to comfort Non after the camera "incident." They're boxed in together, contrasted from the dark world around them. Jin once again has entered Non's space. He stands further towards the light, trying to offer Non hope, and see him smile. And while this light reaches Non, parts of his body are still cast in shadow, representing his current and future struggles. As good as Jin's intentions are, he doesn't understand what poverty looks like and can't fully help Jin, even if his support casts some warm light on Non.

Even at the end, as Non smiles and is cast in more light, his hands are still in shadow.

Our next cut is to this shot. We're back to the two hallways, but from another outside angle. The space represents the way Non is being pushed into a corner.

And of course, enter Tee who takes advantage of this. Notice how Non is placed with Tee slightly on one side of the visual divide. I can't say for sure which hallway this side maps to. So we either have Tee entering Non's space, this time in a clearly manipulative way, unlike Jin. Or we have Non being pulled into the space of Tee and his friends as he is being taken advantage of and placed out of his depth in the worst way.

#dff the series #dff the series meta #dead friend forever #dead friend forever meta #my posts #my meta #dff episode 5

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musings-from-an-elder-goth · 4 months

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Lisa Frankenstein Filming Locations

“It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

As promised, here are some of the filming locations for Lisa Frankenstein. As I just saw Kathryn Newton at Spooky Empire in Orlando this past weekend, I decided to stalk filming locations for some of her cooler movies. Or you can just watch the video I made, which covers all the locations but it goes into much less detail:

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I found most of the locations on my own, but then received a location list from a person on the film's production team which confirmed the ones I'd already found and gave me the ones I was missing. Big thank you to that person!

***Spoilers below***

We'll start with Lisa's home which is located at 2552 Cypress Lawn Dr, Marrero, LA 70072. The shed in the back yard for the tanning booth is really part of the property, & can just be seen from the street (circled in red in second image).

Now, if you go there, remember, THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY. Perfectly fine to admire it from the street, but do not trespass, do not knock on the door, do not ask for a tour, & do not ask if Lisa is home. Please. Now, if the folks living there say 'Hey' & invite you in when they see you in the street taking selfies with the house, that's another thing entirely - but otherwise, low profile it.

Although they filmed a little bit inside the real house, at least for the scenes where Creature first arrives, most of the house interiors were filmed on a sound stage which I know thanks to Zelda Williams posting this photo:

And that sound stage is The University of New Orleans Nims Center Studio located at 800 - 824 Distributors Row in New Orleans. I know this because of this picture from a behind the scenes video showing the entire cast & crew taking a group photo with two distinct architectural features circled. The next image is a Google street view of the same location with those features also circled.

Per the locations list, the party house Lisa & Taffy go to early in the film is located at 12565 Patterson Rd, New Orleans, LA 70131, which I've confirmed via location detail on Google maps:

And the high school is Belle Chase high school at 8346 LA-23, Belle Chase, LA 70037, which I've also confirmed via architectural detail:

The exteriors for Bachelor's Grove Cemetery & the woods around it, the wooded paths, & the bench scenes all take place in Brechtel Park, which is located in the Algiers neighborhood of New Orleans.

The park offers roads for driving scenes as well as thick woodland with vines & dense ground cover for the cemetery set - which, sadly, was entirely fake. Below is the exact location of Bachelor's Grove.

Bachelor's Grove is located at GPS coordinates 29.9100534 -90.0124431. The easiest way to get there is to take an asphalt sidewalk that you'll find about 100 feet to the right of the entrance. That sidewalk will take you around the north edge of the park and then turn left (south) where you will look for the 2nd marked trail. Follow that trailfor about 50 feet and you'll find a second marked tree, which I call the Twisted Tree, and you're in Bachelor's Grove.

Moving along, the scene at 1:17:37 in the film where Creature goes to retrieve Janet's (Lisa's step-mom's) car and kills the mean old man who is harassing the kid who can't start a lawn mower, was filmed at the south dead end of Dede Street in Marrero, LA at GPS 29.855776, -90.093451.

Rather pleased with myself for finding that one - not easy.

Creature then returns to just outside Bachelor's Grove, which again was filmed in Brechtel Park, with precise location circled in the third image.

Lisa & Taffy arrive there & Lisa psychs herself up to go into the cemetery to kill Creature at GPS 29.906104, -90.009096

This is still in Brechtel Park, they just moved the cars about 30 feet to the west & spun the camera around - the dead giveaways are those posts along the road & the two small hills in the background.

Lisa then runs down a wide, woodland path.

This photo of one of Brechtel Park's wide, wooded paths is the same path, located at GPS 29.908912, -90.011958.

And here's that spot circled below:

When Dale, Lisa's dad (played by Joe Chrest, who also plays the Wheeler's dad on Stranger Things), & Taffy visit Lisa's grave at the end, they are standing in the southern section of Carrollton Cemetery in New Orleans, at GPS 29.947097, -90.121813.

The reason they used this location is because Carrollton is one of the few New Orleans cemeteries that has a large section where all the graves are below ground, as this movie is supposed to be taking place near Chicago.

As for how I know they used this specific location, I have a wine bottle shaped tombstone to thank for that. In the below image, we see that odd tombstone from the front.

And here we see it from the back, as I wasn't able to get a clear image of it from the same perspective of the above image:

Also rather proud of that find.

And the final scene on the bench is also in Brechtel Park at the location circled on the map, GPS 29.909290, -90.010784.

So the only significant filming location I can't find is Michael's red brick colonial, but whatever. Found Michael's house, too!

Anyway, here's to hoping we all find that special someone who was reanimated just for us. 🦇🖤🦇

creaturesfromelsewhere 5-23-2024

#Lisa Frankenstein #Kathryn Newton #Diablo Cody #Bachelor's Grove Cemetery #Brechtel Park #Carrollton Cemetery #Marrero #New Orleans #nola #darkly inclined #goth #Zelda Williams #Spooky Empire #creaturesfromelsewhere #musings from an elder goth #Creature #Joe Chrest #Youtube

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imthesilentwriter · 7 days

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Where We Belong

Harry Potter x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

Summary: You and Harry are about to begin your first year at Hogwarts, but anxiety over which house you’ll be sorted into stirs mixed emotions, as you both feel the weight of other’s expectations.

Warnings: fluff, mild anxiety and self-doubt, brief mention of pressure to live up to parental expectations.

Authors Note: Thank you for all the support on my first post! I’m glad you all enjoyed it! Sorry, this took a while to post, I was going to post this oneshot a couple of days ago, but school got ahead of me. I’ve just hit my finals period, so my posts will be stretched out over a couple of days. I will try to pre-write some oneshots during the weeks that are the most hectic. So, with that being said, I really do hope you enjoy this oneshot! For the record, this is my personal preference of what house Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader would be in. So, enjoy this oneshot 😊

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The late afternoon sun streams through the windows of the Potters' living room, casting warm, golden patches on the wooden floor. You sit cross-legged on the rug, close enough to Harry that your knees brush whenever one of you shifts. He’s been unusually quiet today, his green eyes darting between his parents and yours as they chat animatedly about their time at Hogwarts. The excitement in the room is infectious, but you can't help feeling a swirl of nervousness in your stomach. Tomorrow, you and Harry will be off to Hogwarts for the very first time.

“Do you remember the time we tried to sneak into the Forbidden Forest in our third year?” James grins, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sirius here thought he’d found a secret path to the Whomping Willow’s roots.”

Sirius, lounging on the couch with one arm draped over the back, laughs. “Hey, it wasn’t my fault that the map was wrong. And besides, that was your idea, Prongs.”

Remus snorts softly from where he sits beside your dad. “The map wasn’t wrong. You were just reading it upside down, Pads.”

Everyone chuckles at that, and even Harry cracks a smile. You nudge him with your elbow, and he nudges you back, his grin wider now.

Lily leans forward in her chair, her red hair catching the sunlight. “Honestly, the two of you were troublemakers from day one. I swear, I spent half my time at Hogwarts trying to keep you out of trouble.”

“But you loved us anyway,” James says with a playful wink, making her roll her eyes.

Sirius gives a mock-offended gasp. “Loved us? Potter, you adored us.”

“Absolutely adored,” Lily replies with a smile, before turning to look at you and Harry. “But enough about our mischief. What about these two? Tomorrow’s the big day.”

James leans in, his grin broadening. “So, which house do you think you’ll end up in?”

You glance at Harry, who looks just as uncertain as you feel. "I don’t know," you admit softly. “I mean… Gryffindor would be nice, right?”

“Nice?” Sirius bursts out. “Nice? It’d be perfect!” He sits up, eyes gleaming with pride and excitement. “You, my little star, are made for Gryffindor! Brave, daring – just like your old man.”

Harry laughs a little, and James joins in. “Same goes for you, Harry. You’re a Potter. Gryffindor through and through.”

But before either of you can respond, Remus shakes his head, his expression thoughtful but gentle. “It’s not about what house they end up in, though,” he says. “It’s about what kind of people they choose to be.”

Lily nods in agreement, her smile warm. “Exactly. It doesn’t matter if you’re in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. What matters is that your kind, compassionate, and treat everyone with respect. That’s what counts.”

You feel a flutter in your chest at their words. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear that until now. You glance at Harry, who seems to be taking in his mum’s words, his brow furrowed slightly.

Sirius leans back again, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Yeah, yeah, that too,” he mumbles, but there's a softness in his voice that you rarely hear.

Remus rolls his eyes fondly. “What Sirius is trying to say is that no matter where you end up, we’ll still be proud of you,” he adds, looking between you and Harry. “You’re going to do great things, both of you.”

Lily nods in agreement. “And you’ll always have us, no matter what.”

James reaches over and ruffles Harry’s already messy hair. “Hear that, son? No pressure.”

Harry grins, his nervousness seeming to fade a little. “No pressure,” he echoes, giving you a sidelong glance. “So… you think we’ll both be in Gryffindor?”

You shrug, a smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe. But… it’s okay if we’re not, right?”

“Of course,” your dad says quickly, his voice gentle. “As long as you’re happy, nothing else matters.”

The train whistles loudly as it begins to move, and you and Harry instinctively lean toward the window. Your parents are still waving frantically from the platform, their figures becoming smaller and smaller with each second. You spot your dad, Sirius, jumping up and down with exaggerated enthusiasm, waving both hands above his head, while Remus stands beside him with a more subdued smile, his arm raised in a steady wave. Behind them, you see Harry’s mum, Lily, holding James back by the arm, who’s now doing an absurd dance just to make you both laugh.

You and Harry press your palms to the glass, waving back with all your might, your faces practically glued to the window as the train pulls farther and farther away. The platform begins to blur, colours blending into one another until all you see is a distant speck of red hair and a mop of dark curls before they disappear entirely.

You both slump back into your seats, the train now moving smoothly along the tracks. The compartment around you is small but cozy, with two plush benches facing each other, covered in faded maroon upholstery that has clearly seen better days. The window beside you is slightly fogged, but you can still make out the shapes of trees rushing by, their green leaves turning into smudges of colour against the bright blue sky. Patches of sunlight filter through the window, casting warm golden spots on the floor and over your legs.

The world outside becomes a blur of countryside – rolling hills, scattered cottages, grazing sheep, and fields that stretch endlessly. Occasionally, you catch glimpses of a river winding its way alongside the tracks, sparkling like a trail of diamonds under the sun. The rhythmic sound of the wheels clattering against the tracks creates a soothing, almost hypnotic beat that fills the small space.

For a moment, the scenery mesmerizes you, and the excitement of the journey makes your heart flutter with a mix of anticipation and nerves. But soon, the silence in the compartment grows heavier, filled with the weight of all the thoughts and worries you’ve been holding in.

The train rocks gently beneath you as you and Harry settle back into your seats. Your hands remain clasped, both of you holding on as if the simple connection might anchor you in the face of the unknown. For a few moments, the silence is comfortable, the kind of silence that comes from years of friendship, of knowing each other so well that words aren’t always necessary.

But your mind is racing, and you can’t quite keep it all bottled up anymore. You turn slightly to face Harry, your voice a little tentative. “Harry… do you think it’s weird to feel so scared about all of this?”

Harry’s brows furrow, and he gives you a sideways glance. “No,” he says softly. “Not weird at all. I feel the same way.”

You chew on your lower lip, your fingers tightening around his. “I mean… I’ve been dreaming about going to Hogwarts forever, but now that it’s actually happening, I don’t know. What if… what if I’m not good enough? What if I don’t make any friends, or I can’t keep up in class, or… or…”

You trail off, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You don’t want Harry to think you’re silly for being so nervous, but he surprises you by nodding, a deep frown creasing his forehead. “I get it,” he murmurs. “I feel that way too. Especially about my parents…”

You tilt your head, surprised. “Your parents? But they’re so proud of you already. I mean, they’ve been talking about how great you’re going to do for weeks.”

Harry sighs, and his shoulders slump a little. “Yeah, but… what if they’re wrong? What if I’m not what they think I am? What if I’m not brave like my dad, or clever like my mum? What if… what if I don’t get into Gryffindor?”

Your heart tugs at his words, and you shift closer, leaning in. “Hey, Harry, look at me,” you say, and he reluctantly meets your gaze, his green eyes filled with uncertainty. “It doesn’t matter what house you get sorted into. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin… your parents love you, no matter what. You heard what your mum and my dad said.”

Harry’s lips twitch into a small smile, but he still seems unconvinced. “I know… but it’s hard not to think about it. Gryffindor feels like… like where I’m supposed to be. It’s where they were, and where all their stories come from. But what if I don’t fit?”

You squeeze his hand a little tighter. “I get it, Harry. I really do. I’ve been thinking about that too… and I’m scared of letting my dad’s down. Everyone expects us to be these brave, daring Gryffindors, right? But… what if that’s not who we are?”

He nods slowly, and you can see the wheels turning in his head. “Yeah… what if?”

You take a deep breath, your grip on his hand steady. “But… I think we have to remember what your mum said. It’s not about the house we end up in; it’s about the choices we make, the people we choose to be. You’re already kind, and funny, and so, so good, Harry. That’s what matters. And besides,” you add with a small smile, “I’ll be with you, no matter what.”

His expression softens, and he squeezes your hand back. “Thanks,” he says quietly. “That… that makes me feel a lot better. And just so you know… I’m here for you too. Always.”

Your heart feels lighter at his words, and you smile. “Always,” you repeat, the promise settling between you like a warm blanket.

Just as you're about to say more, the compartment door slides open with a clatter, and you both turn your heads to see the boy with fiery red hair standing there, looking hesitant. He shuffles his feet, glancing between you and Harry, and then blurts out, “Uh, hi… do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.”

You and Harry share a quick look, a silent conversation passing between you before you both nod. “Yeah, of course,” you say, smiling. “Come on in.”

The boy’s face brightens with relief, and he steps inside, dropping onto the seat across from you. “Thanks,” he mutters, slightly out of breath. “I’m Ron. Ron Weasley.”

“Nice to meet you, Ron,” you reply. “I’m Y/N, and this is Harry.”

“It’s, uh, nice to meet you both,” Ron stammers, still looking a bit overwhelmed. “So… are you nervous about starting at Hogwarts too?”

You and Harry exchange another look, and this time, the smile you share is a little more relaxed, a little more hopeful. Maybe this journey isn’t so scary after all.

The entry hall feels stifling, the thick stone walls pressing in around you, their cold, unyielding surfaces amplifying every hushed whisper and nervous cough. The other first-years crowd around you, and you’re acutely aware of how close they all are. You can feel the tension in the air – like a tightly wound string ready to snap – and it only makes your own nerves worse. You shuffle your feet on the polished floor, your shoes squeaking softly against the stone, and you resist the urge to reach up and tug at the collar of your robes. Your mouth is dry, and your heart is hammering so loudly that you’re sure the others must be able to hear it.

Professor McGonagall stands before you, tall and imposing, her eyes sharp behind her square spectacles. She surveys the group with a kind of quiet authority, and when she begins to speak, her voice carries through the hall, clear and steady.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” she announces, her tone both commanding and warm. “In just a moment, you will step through these doors and join the rest of the school in the Great Hall for the Sorting Ceremony. The house you are sorted into will be your family here at Hogwarts – a place where you will live, study, and grow. Each house has a proud history and has produced remarkable witches and wizards, and each values different traits in its members.”

As she continues, you glance around, feeling the collective apprehension of the students around you. Some are shifting nervously on their feet; others stare wide-eyed at the towering wooden doors that lead into the Great Hall. You catch a glimpse of Harry beside you, his hand brushing against his pocket where he’s tucked his wand, his eyes flicking up toward the ceiling as if searching for reassurance. You wonder if he’s as scared as you are.

McGonagall’s voice is calm, but you can feel the weight of her words pressing down on you. She talks about house points, the House Cup, and the importance of upholding the values of whichever house you are sorted into. You try to focus, but your mind keeps wandering, your thoughts spinning like the gears of a clock wound too tight. What if you don’t fit in? What if you end up somewhere you don’t belong?

A faint chime sounds, and Professor McGonagall nods. “Follow me,” she says, and the wooden doors swing open with a deep, resonating creak.

You step forward with the rest of the group, your heart thrumming in your chest, and then you’re inside the Great Hall. The space is enormous, more magnificent than you ever imagined, with four long tables stretching out before you. Hundreds of faces turn to watch as you enter, their expressions curious and expectant. The enchanted ceiling above mirrors the night sky outside, glittering with stars that seem to hang just out of reach. The flickering light of the floating candles bathes the hall in a soft, golden glow, casting dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls.

Your eyes dart to the staff table at the far end, where the professors are seated. Their faces are a mix of welcoming smiles and appraising looks. You spot Professor Dumbledore, his silver beard gleaming in the candlelight, his eyes twinkling with some hidden amusement. The sight of him should be comforting, but instead, it only makes you more nervous.

Professor McGonagall leads you to the front of the hall, where a single stool sits, a ragged, old hat perched on top. The Sorting Hat. It looks worn and frayed, its brim drooping slightly, but you know it holds a kind of ancient magic – a magic that will decide your future in just a few moments. Your stomach twists, your palms are clammy, and you can feel a bead of sweat sliding down the back of your neck. You steal a quick glance at Harry, who’s standing next to you, his face pale and his jaw set. He’s trying to look brave, but you can tell he’s just as nervous as you are.

The hat’s brim twitches, and it suddenly bursts into song, its voice echoing through the hall. It sings of the virtues of each house, the qualities they prize most – courage, loyalty, intelligence, ambition. As it sings, you can’t help but feel like it’s speaking directly to you, asking you to choose, to decide who you are, and where you belong. The hall falls into a hush as the song ends, the tension in the room growing thick and heavy.

Professor McGonagall unrolls a scroll, and you hold your breath, waiting, every muscle in your body tight with anticipation. “When I call your name, you will come forward, put on the Sorting Hat, and be sorted into your house.”

The names begin, and you watch each student make their way to the stool, some with trembling hands, others with forced smiles. The hat barely touches some heads before shouting out a house, while for others, it seems to ponder a while, drawing out the suspense. Your nerves tighten with every cheer, every new addition to each house. Your hands feel cold despite the warmth of the hall, your heart racing faster and faster with each name.

Then you hear it: “Lupin-Black, Y/N.”

Your heart stops for a second. Everything around you feels like it’s frozen. Your feet feel rooted to the spot, but somehow, you manage to step forward, the sound of your shoes on the stone floor echoing in your ears. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you – your heart pounding so loudly you’re sure they can all hear it too. You force your legs to move, one step after another, as if you’re walking through thick, heavy fog.

The stool feels hard and uncomfortable beneath you as you sit down, and when Professor McGonagall places the Sorting Hat on your head, the world around you plunges into darkness. You gasp, feeling like you’ve been submerged underwater. For a moment, there’s nothing but an endless black void stretching out around you. Your hands grip the edge of the stool, your knuckles turning white.

“Hmm… intriguing,” a voice whispers in your ear, close and raspy, sending a shiver down your spine. “I see a lot in you, yes… courage, certainly… but there’s more, isn’t there? A deep sense of loyalty, of compassion… and yet, a sharp wit, a mind always questioning… and an ambition too, a drive to prove yourself, to make your own way…”

The voice – its tone curious, almost playful – swirls around you, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. You feel exposed, like the hat is peeling back all the layers of who you are, examining everything you’ve ever thought or felt.

“I see bits of Gryffindor… bravery, yes, but also a fierce sense of justice… a touch of Hufflepuff’s kindness, too, always wanting to help… but what’s this? A Ravenclaw thirst for knowledge, always eager to learn… and a hint of Slytherin’s ambition, a desire to carve your own path, to stand out…”

Your pulse quickens, and you feel the tension coil tighter in your chest. You don’t know what the hat will choose, what it sees in you that you don’t. You’re scared, excited, and something else – something you can’t quite name.

“What to do with you…” the Sorting Hat muses, almost to itself. “Yes, I see it now… but which house to choose?”

The void begins to brighten, slowly, like dawn breaking after a long night. The hall comes back into focus around you, the noise flooding in all at once, and you realize the hat is making its decision. The pause seems to stretch for an eternity, every heartbeat an agonizing thud in your chest.

And then, the hat takes a breath and calls out-

The Great Hall buzzes with the morning chatter of students as you sit at the table, staring down at your plate of toast and eggs. You pick at the food absentmindedly, still adjusting to the strange rhythm of your first few days at Hogwarts. The sky above the enchanted ceiling is a soft, clear blue, and the sunlight streaming through the windows bathes the hall in warmth.

Harry sits next to you, quietly munching on a piece of toast. He nudges you with his elbow, a small smile on his face. "You ready for classes today?" he asks, his voice full of excitement.

You try to smile back, though your stomach feels too jittery to manage more than a half-hearted grin. "I guess," you reply. "Still feels weird, you know? Like, we’re really here.”

Harry nods, his green eyes glinting with shared nervousness. "Yeah, but it’s kind of amazing, right?" He glances around the hall, the grandeur of it all not lost on him, either.

Just as you're about to respond, the fluttering of wings fills the air. You look up to see the usual morning rush of owls swooping into the Great Hall, delivering letters and packages to students. You’ve been waiting for a letter from your dads, and a part of you hopes today will be the day.

And then you see it – a scarlet envelope with your name on it, clutched in the talons of a sleek black owl. Your heart sinks.

A Howler.

"Oh no," you mutter, sinking a little lower in your seat.

Harry looks over at you, eyes wide. "Is that…?"

"Yeah," you groan. "It’s a Howler."

The owl drops the red envelope in front of you, and you stare at it like it’s a ticking bomb, the seal already beginning to smoulder at the edges. The entire table seems to fall silent around you, students craning their necks to see who the poor victim of the Howler is.

"Better open it," Harry whispers, though the smirk on his face shows he’s more curious than concerned.

With a resigned sigh, you pick up the Howler and tear it open. Instantly, a deafening voice explodes from the letter, and you wince as your father’s voice booms through the Great Hall.

“Y/N, MY DARLING GIRL, YOU DID IT!! YOU’RE IN GRYFFINDOR! I KNEW IT – YES! I BLOODY KNEW IT! OH, MERLIN, I’M SO PROUD I COULD BURST!” Sirius’s voice is so loud, it rattles the plates on the table, and you can practically hear him bouncing around wherever he is.

“PADFOOT, CALM DOWN-" Remus’s more level voice breaks through, trying to reign in Sirius’s enthusiasm, but it’s no use.

“NO, I WILL NOT CALM DOWN, MOONY! SHE’S A GRYFFINDOR! OUR LITTLE GIRL’S A GRYFFINDOR! JUST LIKE ME! BRAVE, DARING, AND READY TO TAKE ON THE WORLD!”

You sink lower in your seat, your face burning with embarrassment as the whole hall bursts into giggles and whispers. Some students at the other tables are craning their necks to catch a glimpse of you, while others grin knowingly.

“SERIOUSLY, SIRIUS-" Remus’s voice again, more exasperated this time.

“DON’T YOU SERIOUSLY ME, MOONY! THIS IS THE BEST NEWS EVER!” Sirius bellows. You can almost picture him grinning like a madman, his hands in his hair, running around the house in pure excitement. “Y/N, WE’RE THROWING A PARTY WHEN YOU COME HOME! GRYFFINDOR FOREVER!”

There’s a slight rustling sound as Remus takes over, his voice coming through more calmly now. “Y/N, congratulations, sweetheart. We’re both incredibly proud of you, not just for the house you’re in, but for who you are. Remember, it doesn’t matter what house you’re in as long as you stay true to yourself. Now, Sirius, for the last time-”

“GRYFFINDOR!” Sirius screams again, completely ignoring Remus. “WELL, DONE, Y/N!”

Just as the laughter from the Howler starts to die down, you hear another familiar voice booming across the Great Hall, louder than ever. Your heart sinks for Harry’s sake, realizing what’s about to happen.

"AND HARRY POTTER, YOU TOO! GRYFFINDOR! YESSSS! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT, KIDDO!"

It’s Sirius again, his voice back in full force, and now everyone is looking between you and Harry. You shoot him an apologetic glance, but Harry’s grinning despite himself.

Before Sirius’s voice even fades, another loud cheer erupts, this time unmistakably from James Potter. "HARRY! MY BOY! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU I COULD SCREAM – OH WAIT, I AM! GRYFFINDOR PRIDE, BABY! AND Y/N, YOU TOO! THIS IS BLOODY BRILLIANT! GRYFFINDORS FOR LIFE! JUST LIKE US, MATE!" James’s voice is so loud, it feels like the walls are shaking, his excitement palpable through the enchanted letter.

You glance at Harry, who’s now red-faced but laughing at his dad’s over-the-top excitement. "It’s like they’re competing to see who can be louder," Harry mutters, but there’s a fondness in his voice.

Lily’s voice follows immediately after James’s, much calmer but still with a hint of exasperation. "Oh, dear Merlin, please help me,” she sighs, clearly trying to keep the boys in check. "Congratulations, Harry, darling. We’re so proud of you. And you too, Y/N! Now, James, would you please calm down before you give everyone a heart attack?"

"CALM DOWN? NEVER!" James’s voice booms again, undeterred by his wife’s plea. "THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!"

Sirius’s voice joins in again, as if the two of them are having their own conversation through the enchanted letters. "JAMES, I TOLD YOU OUR KIDS WOULD BE IN GRYFFINDOR! WE’VE DONE IT! RAISED THE NEXT GENERATION OF LEGENDS!"

Lily lets out another resigned sigh. "I don’t know why I even try…"

The Howler finally crackles and burns away, leaving behind nothing but a smattering of ash and more laughter from the Gryffindor table. You and Harry exchange wide-eyed looks, both of you shaking your heads as the noise of the hall starts to return to normal.

Harry leans closer, still grinning but obviously overwhelmed. “We’re never going to hear the end of this, are we?”

You laugh softly, nudging him with your shoulder. “Not in a million years.”

But as the last echoes of your parents’ voices fade away, the warmth in your chest lingers. Embarrassing or not, they’re proud of both of you – and that thought makes everything feel a little more manageable.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x wolfstar!daughter!reader #wolfstar daughter #oneshot #fluff #wolfstar #jily #sorting ceremony

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tommysversion · 1 year

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After watching the season finale, I’m just imagining domestic din 🥲🥲 i can imagine him falling for grogus teacher, at the school he goes to when he’s not on missions with din. especially seeing how nurturing and caring she is with him. And they live happily together as a clan of three ( maybe more 👀)

Yessss oml how cute ???

He doesn’t expect much to come out of sending the kid to school, but he’s not so arrogant as to think he can teach him everything.

Sure, he can teach Grogu how to be a Mandalorian. How to fight, how to navigate, how to negotiate. He can tell him stories and legends from their culture, but at the end of the day, he’s probably not the best one to teach the kid how to read, write, and do math.

Not like he can’t, but he just doesn’t have the patience. Besides, it’ll be good for the kid to go to school. Make some friends. He’s still only learning how to talk, but maybe that’ll come with socialising with someone besides Din, who, let’s be honest, isn’t the most talkative of people.

Navarro has a school. Two, in fact, with the population increase. One for the younger kids, one for the older. The younger kids learn their letters, how to read, math, geography. They play sport in the courtyard and make wooden swords to play with in arts class. The older kids study history, maps, languages. Some take apprenticeships as blacksmiths or mechanics.

Honestly, Din isn’t sure what to make of it. His own education was spotty, taught by older members of the clan. He never had a formal education as such, so he doesn’t know what to expect of someone who makes educating younglings their profession.

He certainly doesn’t expect someone like you, who’s so patient and kind. While taken aback at first, he finds himself watching you. Noticing little things. How you don’t chastise the children who are a little louder, a little different. How you make time for each and every child under your care, treating them all as though they’re special, all equal.

Maybe he was a little worried Grogu wouldn’t receive that same kindness. He knows his son is different, in a variety of ways.

It doesn’t seem to bother you; you find a way to communicate, to understand the kid even though it’s difficult. Once he’s worked out his letters, you give him a little datapad to input words into, and it speaks for him. It’s limited - Grogu can only learn so fast, and he’s still very young - but basic phrases are still giant leaps.

With the help of his data pad, Grogu can introduce himself, say yes, no, please and thank you. The other kids stop being wary of him and invite him to play with them. It’s kind of cute, actually, watching a group of five year old human kids and Grogu playing some sort of ball game. One day Din shows up to collect him and they’re finger painting together, Grogu and a little boy and a little girl.

You just smile at him as he walks in, put their picture on the wall to dry.

“We learned a new word today.” You tell him, and Grogu taps his datapad.

“Hello, dad.” The artificial voice says.

While he’s still wearing his helmet, behind it, Din smiles.

It’s almost inevitable that he falls for you. Inevitable that you reciprocate. You’re bonded by caring for the same small, strange child who endears everyone to him.

When he asks you to live with them, he’s nervous. Expects you to refuse. Is elated when you say yes.

Once you’ve moved into the little house, the walls decorated with paintings Grogu has done with his friends, you’re standing outside together, watching the kid play in the shallow water nearby.

When he turns to you, hands on your waist, and you in turn go to hesitantly remove his helmet, he doesn’t stop you. He lets you, lets you set it aside before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

What was once a clan of two officially becomes a clan of three, and honestly? He’s never been happier.

#answered #my writing #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin fluff #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #Grogu #the mandalorian x reader

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mayonnara · 14 days

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i really wonder if any of you stop to give at least a little bit of a shit

this is one example, by the way. BIG accounts are like this too

they pretend to be agree and be like "THIS!!!" but in the side lines they're doing the same. don't be like these people. if you like something, then puff out your chest and don't be a pussy about it. tell everyone how you're into watching kids shooting other kids.

there's no such thing as not condoning this type of thing. there's no such thing as being a "researcher" when you're clearly just glorifying them and making them "quirky uwu". just say it. say that you're a horrible person. it's easier for everyone.

i always check the little "similar accounts" tab, it's very helpful for finding shitty people.

im putting this in the postal tag because im still getting notifications about tcccunts liking my stuff. since this is a side account i noticed that no matter how many people i block they still have access to my posts, and i don't have access to theirs. tumblr, fix your site.

since im incredibly pissed about this, and i can't sleep, im going to rant.

i think we should change the meaning of "community". are you really part of a community if you got caught in a school shooting, they would be worshiping your shooter? are you really part of a community if you got killed and recorded, people would just be looking at your dead body and laughing instead of being sad? are you really part of a community if you're doing something illegal?

this is why i believe there's no such thing as a true crime community. or a gore community. or anything of the sort.

for me, you're all just as bad as maps, proshippers, terfs, and all that bad bunch.

i think its just common sense that these people should be ridiculed and isolated from any fandom, but here in this fandom? no, it's okay, we'll dickride you because you're different, it's a different thing y'know? stop being so sensitive. respect them.

i swear make it make sense. just, make it make a lick of sense.

it just makes me so angry because the games are satire, they're supposed to be funny and be like "ohh haha ginger man pisses on bodies lmaoo", and nothing is real. even if postal was a game about a teenager that goes on a school shooting and it's extremely realistic and shit, it's still not real. then why would you associate something like that to such horrible things? hell, i HATE shooting games and even i thought postal was kinda fun, i went pacifist for all my playthrough but i made another game file and went exploding the town and killing everyone. you know why i can do that? because its not real. why can't you just leave it at that? don't mix two things that have nothing to do with each other. don't glorify people that hurt real people. that should just be common sense.

oh but may, you drew yourself with postal dude once! you cry, but guess what. IM NOT A SCHOOL SHOOTER AM I NOW

also, i wanted to rant about something that really does piss me off as well. why do artists get a pass when it comes to this shit? or just, anything in general. why is when they post horrible shit, it's alright, but when its someone that doesn't make art, or is a beginner, it's a tomato throwing party? do it to both of them. them being able to draw shouldn't give them a shield to do horrible shit. it shouldn't matter how many followers or how notes they have, hold them accountable for crying out loud. "but they make art i like" and? you're just excusing their behavior, you're excusing what their doing because you "like their art". that's just.. it's just insane to me.

i have never seen a fandom like this. i have been in the genshin fandom, i have been in the south park fandom, i have been in the cookie run fandom, i have been in the onceler fandom, and none of them, absolutely none of them were as bad as this one. i didn't even know that was physically possible.

all of you are like, 19, 23, 24 whatever, you should know better than to excuse this behavior. like i said, puff out your chest and tell everyone how you really are. just say it. don't pretend you're innocent.

you know what's funnier? theres currently the genocide going on in Palestine. and these fuckers be posting about it, #savepalestine! #helppalestine! they don't give two SHITS about it, and you still go and like "oh but they post about Palaestine" they're out there watching people dying and enjoying it, you think they CARE about a GENOCIDE?? it's what they love! seriously, this is just so uguugghhg

my brain can't comprehend someone like this. it just can't.

#postal dude #postal

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akixa · 8 months

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Dearie || lookism

The story is about Y/N, a mysterious girl in the Lookism world where she doesn't belong. With her average height and charming or adorable face, she seems fragile-looking, but once you know her dark side, you will see a manipulative and dangerous lady, yet her appearance makes everyone want to protect her in their cruel world. Will she team up with Daniel to take down the four major crews and Charles Choi? Or does she team up with the enemy side along with other geniuses? Will she finally go back to her real world? Let's find out in the next Dragon Ball Z! Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 1 ˚୨୧⋆.

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ ⊹Part 1

The girl on the bed let out a groan as she lazily reached for her phone to silence the sudden ringing of the alarm. She sits up on her bed and glances to the side, spotting a tall mirror reflecting her messy bedhead.

"ugh, what a mess..." She muttered to herself as she let out a long sigh, ever since she got into the lookism world around 1 week ago and now she was stuck there for now.

When she found herself in that unfamiliar place, she awoke in a room filled with furniture, clothes that suited her, a key house, and even her birth certificate. Questioning her sanity, she pinched herself to no avail before exploring the house, which was charming in every way. In the living room, she discovered an ID from J-high with her face on it. It appeared that she had been randomly taken, placed in a house, and enrolled in a school that was completely foreign to her. However, it was becoming clear that she was not in her world, especially after she researched J-high and her old address, finding no trace of them on any maps. Till she realised She was in her friend's favourite webtoon "Lookism".

She finally gets up and starts heading to the bathroom to take a shower, after that, she wears the uniform and combs her hair as she lets it free then ties it to buns. She then heads her way downstairs, grabs her backpack, phone, key house, and lastly she goes near the door and wears her shoes before going out of the house and locking the house.

While later she finally arrived at a gate at J-high School, she guessed this would be the start of a new life. Once she steps inside, all the eyes are on her making her feel nervous and awkwardly walks away from the stares as she finally arrives in front of the principal office. She knocks twice on the door as someone shouts to come in.

A few minutes later, she got out and started heading to the fashion department room in the other hall. When she arrives at her class, she braces herself and takes a deep breath before she enters the classroom and suddenly stares at her again.

"oh! I forgot to announce that we will have new students today. So, Kindly introduce yourself dear." The teacher looks at me and gives me a gentle smile.

"Hello, I'm Y/N and im 18 years old. My hobby is drawing and please don't ask me to draw you for free. That's all." She stutters a bit but she did great anyway. After that, the teacher signed her to sit next to the blond boy covering his both eyes. Can he even see anything underneath those hairs?

She smiles at him before turning away and grabbing a book to write down notes, while the blonde guy keeps staring at her and seems to fantasise about her in his mind as he smiles back a little bit making his ears turn red. As she keeps writing something in her book, the blond keeps watching her till the three classes are finally over and break time starts any second.

Upon her arrival in the cafeteria, everyone looked at the new student aka her but she didn't notice the new guy behind her making everyone gasp for a second and think they may be a couple? or Model? or Idols? She turned around to meet somebody's chest as she looked up and saw a handsome man who also looking at her.

"Hi! You're Y/N, right? Im Daniel Park, am also new here and same department as yours." He smiles widely at her while. Right beside him, it was the blonde boy again, he kept looking at her as if he wanted to devour her or something.

"He mentioned that his name is Jay Hong." He gestured towards him.

"Is he mute?" She thought.

Daniel and Jay keep smiling down at her. She tilted her head looking at them before turning around and walking away to get snacks in the vending machine. Before she put the coin in, someone raced into it she looked to her side and saw Daniel with Jay leaning on the vending machine other side.

She feels nervous because of those two who keep getting closer to her. She hurries to click the options button and takes a leave with the strawberry pocky in her hand.

While strolling down the hallway and munching on her pocky, she ponders why Daniel and Jay are behaving so differently in this world compared to the webtoon. Did something trigger this world? Will others also act out of character? Lost in thought, she accidentally bumps into someone, causing her pocky to snap in half. As she looks up, she is met by a man with tattoos and a jumpsuit tied around his waist. His chest feels as solid as bricks - why does it seem like she ran into a wall?

As she observes the man in front of her, she can't help but think that he might be a bully due to his appearance, especially the tattoos on his hands. She regrets not reading about Lookism with her friend, but she was too busy with school. Now, as the man walks towards her and stops right in front of her, she begins to tremble on the floor with fear.

What will happen to her next? Will he hit her since she bumped into him? Is he a bad guy? She prays silently till the man starts to reach his hand to her.

In just a blink of her eyes, she's in the clinic room. Just a second ago, she was in the hallway sitting on the ground with a man standing in front of her, and suddenly he carried her in the bridal way and ran. Then a nurse came up to me and checked if my knee got bruised or something while the guy was looking down on the floor, looking all guilty like a sad giant dog... A big-ear guy suddenly came to his side and comforted him and said she was fine; in reality, she was fine since the fall didn't cause her to hurt her knee or get sprained. The only one that got her hurt was her pocky, which broke in half and was left in the hallway.

A while later, a nurse told those two that she was alright and as they kept talking, she decided to check the phone that she was bringing since it wasn't hers in the first place. She opened the phone and saw the lock screen looked normal as she swiped it up and had a password in it.

"Eh, it has a password? how am I gonna open this?" she whispered to herself before she quickly hid it in her jacket uniform pocket as the two guys finally approached her. The guy with big ears tries to push the big tattoo guy toward me and keeps telling him to apologize to her for bumping over me.

"Hey, he would like to apologize to you for bumping you and carrying you without your consent." The big ears guy smiles at me as he points to the tattoo guy.

"My name is Jace Park and his name is Euntae Lee but call him Vasco instead. We're members of Burn Knuckles while he is a Leader."

"Well, that's ok but may I ask a question?" she tilts her head as she looks at Jace.

"What is it?" He looks down at her and starts to examine her body head to toe as he snaps out his thoughts.

"Are you guys a bad guy? you two look like you can kill a fly..." She asks both of them.

Jace let out a chuckling sound as he pointed to Vasco again "Believe it or not he may look like a bad guy but he's a big softie."

" And I wouldn't dare to hurt someone as precious as you little lady," Vasco said with a tint of blush on his chick.

"Little?!" She thought. She feels offended since her height isn't that small compared to theirs. Is she? Last time in her world she was 5'6 but this time she shrunk.

"Also, are you new here somehow? Your face is unfamiliar around this school." Jace turned to ask her as she nodded and decided to stand up and dust her skirt.

Later they start to head out of the clinic room and part their ways in each department. She pulled out the phone again and decided to guess the password of the lock screen. She put her birthday code, 1234, password, and everything she thought of but sadly for her everything was incorrect. As she arrives at her classroom she feels the intense atmosphere, she looks up from her phone and sees in the middle is Daniel and the random guy. Slowly walked around and sat on her chair while others were getting crowded around Daniel and that guy and cheering loudly.

She overheard the guy's name was Zack and a Boxer. She couldn't bear to look at the fight so she returned to the phone and guessed another password while everyone kept making a crowd with outsiders too. Then suddenly she heard someone get punched, she took a sneak glance and saw Zack guy was on the floor clutching to his stomach. She felt bad for him but she didn't know what had happened before she arrived so she went back to the phone and she noticed the girl with brown had left the room.

Everyone lowers their eyes and avoids Zack who is still clutching his stomach as he tries to get up from the floor, she lets out a soft sigh and puts the phone in her pocket once again. She walks to Zack and then crouches down to him as she pokes his shoulder.

"Do you need help?" She asked him as she held him up on her shoulder before Zack answered her. But when she asks him if he needs help, he looks up at her and everything goes in slow motion around him till flowers bloom behind her. A goddess. While he was daydreaming, she dragged him out of the room but before that, Daniel came up to her and helped her hold Zack to the clinic, little did she know Daniel was glaring at Zack when he noticed Zack was staring at her and getting held by her.

When they arrived, they laid him down on the bed and she told Daniel to stay there with him as she went to catch up with the nurse. When she said that Zack snapped out of his daydreaming and shook his head as he muttered that he had Mira for him, then she walked out of the clinic leaving the two alone inside and walking through the hallway. She was not going to call the nurse since she saw the letter on the desk that the nurse would come back any minute. She walked around the hall and checked her surroundings. Everyone seemed busy minding their business so she went to the library, pulled out the phone once again and tried one more password.

Finally, she successfully guessed the password of the lock screen. It was the exact day when she arrived. Lowkey is suspicious and feels it was set up just for her. Her expression drops when she notices the wallpaper on the phone. Unfamiliar man and a woman that looks like her...

Is that even her? She can't even remember anything about that guy, mostly she just woke up last week ago in a random house and felt like an amnesia person. Yet she still believed that this world wasn't hers since she remembered everything in her 'world' so that's why that man and that woman are not related to her. Hopefully not. If it was, then her 'world' was just a dream and everything she knew was fake blurry people.

She shook her mind off of all the questions. Then she decided to look further, she checked the gallery and it was empty. There were no pictures or videos in there so she went to check the files but it was also empty. When she clicks the music app, she notices there's an unnamed folder only and it is full of voice records. She was about to play one but the bell interrupted her, she headed back to her classroom grabbed her backpack and quickly walked out of the school. She was so curious about what was in the voice records that she hurriedly walked, she even felt the soft gaze at her but she just ignored it and continued walking.

Part 3!

#kim joongoo #gun park #jake kim #park jonggun #samuel seo #vin jin #daniel park #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #wattpad #jay hong #zack lee #lookism fanart #lookism

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love-toxin · 1 year

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I’d have so goddamn many of Luis’ babies istg. Resident evil is just zombies with a generous ✨sprinkling✨ of bisexual propaganda

ok ur so right!!!!! but you just put baby fever luis in my brain and now ur gonna have to deal with the consequences also </3

(cws: fem!reader, baby fever luis, pregnancy, mentions of childbirth, breeding kink)

Clearly Luis likes to paint himself as a ladies' man, but unlike the typical charismatic bachelor, he's definitely got one thing holding him back from that luxuriously free lifestyle: when he's with the right person he's got baby fever like you wouldn't believe, and it never really goes away.

It always starts slow with that initial conversation of "so how do you feel about kids?" and a positive answer may as well be a proposal to Luis when it comes to you. He starts making offhand comments about seeing the cutest baby in the park the other day or mentioning that the schools are enrolling for kindergarten this month, and "wouldn't it be nice if we had our own..." like the hints he was dropping before just weren't enough. Because then he's fantasizing about what your kids would look like and even busts out all that research on genetics he's done just for fun, illustrating what kind of genes your children might get from each of you and how adorable they would look with your features put together.

And obviously you get to hold it over him if he's being a menace on occasion. Luis might be bothering you about something or disappearing at random to go play hero again, and all it takes to rein him in is you wondering aloud about whether or not you could really trust him to be a good father. And he'll come racing in with reassurances that he is! He will be! Just give him a chance, mi amor, and he'll show you he can be the best father you've ever seen--if he could figure out how, he would even carry the baby for you just to save you the physical toll of childbirth and postpartum. He wants one so badly but at the same time, he understands the trials and tribulations of carrying a child to term better than most men, so it's definitely not a small ask from him and he certainly acknowledges that.

If and when it finally comes time for you to let him have a crack at knocking you up, Luis is downright methodical about it right up until you actually conceive. He keeps a calendar of your cycle and maps out your ovulation days to figure out the best time to try, starts giving you vitamins and other supplements to take to help boost your immune system ("healthy body, healthy baby, mi vida!"), and Luis even looks into different positions he can try in the bedroom to help the fertilization process. He's almost too scientific about it but it's so cute to watch him pore over those documents and baby books in his reading glasses, making notes and comparing information so he can make it as easy for you as possible throughout the process. He'll do all the work for you that he can--all your job includes is sitting around, being comfortable, and growing your baby until you're ready to pop. You don't have to work, or travel, or stress at all, all Luis wants you to do as your lover and in-home doctor (kinda) is to relax, indulge in your hobbies, and let your body direct you towards whatever it needs. You can do that for him, right, love?

That's not to say he's completely, ahem, sterile about the whole process. Luis doesn't mind being a little messy--and god knows he has no qualms about getting all sloppy and rough when it's time to actually make the baby. He's got a theory that his seed will take easier if you're completely relaxed, so he always starts out with the gentlest, most loving head he can manage between those sweet, pretty thighs. But it never ends that way because before long, Luis' mind clouds with lust as he gets that feverish taste of you on his tongue, and by then he's leaving finger-shaped bruises in your hips and moaning with his lips totally sealed around your clit, totally mindless as he makes your world spin. The scrape of his stubble against your skin and the pressure of his nose grinding into you when he has you ride his face is hypnotic, it's tantalizing, and Luis knows that well enough that he never skips out on going down on you even if he's got limited time. Fingers, tongue, or face, he's going to have you falling apart in his lap no matter what time of the month or how sensitive you might be about exposing yourself--Luis would never judge nor condemn you for anything because no matter what it is, it almost always turns him on more than you could ever realize. He likes his women real, we'll say that much.

And when he's got baby fever, he's just on you like a wildcat on a wounded gazelle, fierce and frisky and so loud and handsy you might just have to tie him up to keep him quiet. It's his time to show you how passionate he can really be and lord does he really show it; he doesn't stop even when both of you have already reached your end, he just hikes your legs up higher on his waist, adjusts the pillow propping up your hips, and groans out a string of babbled praises as he humps your poor, overstimulated body to coax out those last spurts of cum he's got left. He's gotta give it his all, no? No sense leaving such a pretty lady empty when he can fill you all up, and give you everything you need to make a baby for him. He can't really get over the fact that it's just that easy for him to be a part of something so beautiful, nor that someone as gorgeous as you would ever let some worthless fiend like him father your children--the feeling is just indescribable, but he knows that it's pure love. And he knows that he wouldn't ever want it with anyone else besides you.

Who knows, maybe once you have the baby you'll be the one begging him for another--but even with one, Luis will be cherishing that sweet little bundle of life and he'll be hardcore protective over them with every ounce of energy he's got. Well, maybe not every ounce....he's got to save enough to keep an eye out for his precious wife too, doesn't he?

#dont even look at me im already thinking abt leon joining the babymaking process--the competition-#luis sera #luis serra navarro #luis sera x reader #luis serra navarro x reader #spicy writing #re4make #resident evil #resident evil 4 #ellie writes #anons

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kimbapisnotsushi · 10 months

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here have a medley of miscellaneous timeskip pro team headcanons bc WOW i haven't posted in a while and this is my only stress outlet other than binging new series <3333

starting off strong with ejp raijin LET'S GOOOOOO

washio 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼suna 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼komori: being EXHAUSTED from carrying the pro team world on their backs

no no i'm kidding. mostly

they keep a tally of other pro team matches in which their former teammates go up against each other and are REALLY smug if their respective teammate wins. which means you get shit like this

komori, cheerfully: "so how about that hornets v falcons game last night, huh?" suna: "oh shut UP tell iizuna tsukasa that aran-san could kick his ass any day of the week you little SHIT - "

they ARE united on the jackals front tho. all three of them want the adlers to go down HARD.

is suna nursing a grudge against ushijima from high school? yeah. is he ever going to get over it? probably not.

only komori feels bad bc he is fond of kageyama, but, hey, family's family

they ask washio why he hates the adlers and he looks them dead in the eyes and goes "hoshiumi kourai . . . he is a man that requires constant vigilance"

actually wait i know we all saw everyone watching and talking about the game (which makes me wanna cry SO bad) but god. how fucking funny would it be if players from monster gen convinced everyone else on their very professional and very mature teams to take sides

ejp raijin captain, who's been friends with hirugami fukurou for like ten years: "okay so explain to me again why we need to blow our entire team budget on jackals merch when we're not even going to the goddamn game?" komori: "well, it started on a cloudy but beautifully crisp spring day in 2012 - "

SPEAKING OF TACHIBANA RED FALCONS

hakuba joins the team, sees aran, and IMMEDIATELY starts texting the old kamomedai group chat

altho tbh i don't think there's no way that the "who-from-where-made-WHAT-pro-team" news never breaches the high school circuit. like come ON you know everyone's keeping up with the third year stars when they graduate

by the time the first years are third years they've got everyone pinned down on a fucking MAP. they have a shared file where they update each other on EVERYTHING. it's way less creepy than it sounds they're just a really passionate bunch okay!!!!

well that AND they can't help but brag about their amazing upperclassmen

okay sorry back to it. so it really goes more like

hakuba: "HOLY SHIT OJIRO ARAN FROM INARIZAKI IS HERE" suwa: "hakuba, we already knew that. i linked the article when it first dropped, remember?" hakuba: "yeah but it's still so WEIRD like it's OJIRO ARAN from INARIZAKI" hoshiumi: "lol atsumu told me he talks in his sleep, go find out if it's true"

aran actually does recognize hakuba mostly because gin paid him a compliment ONE (1) time and then aran had to listen to atsumu complain incessantly about the "stupid wall of muscle with stupid hair and his stupid height and stupid arms" ever since

ALSO. i think people get hakuba and hyakuzawa mixed up a lot. they've both got a similar height and build and hairstyle and play the same position

(not to mention the similar backstories)

it becomes a running joke throughout the pro leagues and makes for a fun time with falcons v warriors matches

in the event of a hyakuhina hookup (which i feel like actually could happen) they somehow get onto the topic of "haha it'd be even harder to tell them apart with your eyes closed!" and hinata, without thinking, goes "well, i probably could" and everyone is like "WHAT"

he digs himself an even deeper hole by saying "no, i just meant - i know hyakuzawa's body really well!!!" and everyone immediately starts screaming

poor hyakuzawa is dying on the inside

i think shibayama (MY BELOVED) kind of occasionally forgets that he also has his own fanbase and is sort of semi-famous as the libero of tokai heavy industries esperanza bc. he knows kenma and yaku and lev and komi and yamamoto and fukunaga and, in general, a bunch of people that he believes are much more well-known than he is

he's always so flattered whenever someone stops him in the street to ask for a pic or when he sees posts online gushing about him

this is extra funny bc he never talks about his friends like they're famous so all of his teammates don't really know that shibayama is friends with all these other famous people

and then one of them, an avid kodzuken fan, spams their group chat when kodzuken's newest video is released and shibayama shows up in it

they're like "SHIBAYAMA!! HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD US THAT YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH KODZUKEN??" and shibayama is like "i have?? i talk about kenma-san all the time??" and they're like "YOU'RE TELLING ME KODZUKEN IS THE SAME KENMA-SAN WHO RIPPED HIS HIGH SCHOOL JERSEY TRYING TO JUMP OVER A FENCE???"

(shibayama's second year. they'd been dealing with things. it worked out, in the end. even if they had to lie to nekomata and naoki about why all their jerseys ended up with holes in them.)

i love the pro teams you guys they're so fucking funny

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