#maybe I should introduce you to my original idiots

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Put thee not on Silent

[florestmoon]

Just His Luck. (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Summary: Eddie comes to a realization after a drug deal with Chrissy. As he struggles with this, he wasn’t sure why you began to pull away from him, afraid that you can tell exactly how he feels.

Warnings: Eddie’s POV. Slowww burn friends to lovers. Yeah still lots of angst because I love making y’all suffer these two idiots.

Word count: 7.5k?

A/N: my biggest writing flaw is that I hate writing fast pace. When I have an idea, I make sure to focus on small details and I will drag it the fuck out because I read slow burn fanfics and books the size of my head since the age 12 . That being said, I didn’t end this the way i originally thought. So maybe, MAYBE, it’ll be 4 parts. I’m sorry to those who hate that haha. Forgive me <3 THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT LETS GO.

Eddie use to never consider himself a lucky person.

He didn’t think he could be considered a lucky person when his father had made it clear how much he couldn’t care less about his own son. His drunken rants still a vivid memory.

Someone who’s lucky didn’t have to be forced out his childhood home and hike all the way to another town to find an uncle he wasn’t even sure would take him in.

A lucky person didn’t grow up being branded a freak and tormented by most of his classmates for something as simple as playing a fantasy game and listening to heavier music. A lucky person didn’t rely on selling drugs in order to support his uncle, and that said side hustle only adding a bigger target on his back in the small town.

That and many more shitty experiences that made up his life should be enough proof that he, Eddie Munson, was not lucky.

But then there’s you.

You being a part of his life overshadows all the bad luck that followed him. Eddie would go through it all again, his shitty childhood and the very hot and long walk from his own hometown to Hawkins, now that he knows you were waiting to enter his life the moment he stepped foot into that trailer park.

He remembers clearly the overalls you wore when you jumped up from the bike you were sitting on, when Uncle Wayne encouraged him to go outside after a day settling in his new home. You ran to him and introduced yourself with a smile that showed a missing tooth.

That was the moment he knew he experienced his first true luck.

Since then, Eddie could safely say he was a lucky person with the way you stuck by his side. It didn’t matter if his days contained the looks of disgust that were thrown his way, when he knew he would see you at the end of it.

Kind eyes, rid of any judgement, waiting for him.

He really is a lucky person, even if your stressed voice was pushing for a headache that morning.

“Eddie, can you please turn that music down. It’s not letting me see clearly!”You ask desperately from the passenger seat, before twisting your body to look at the back of his van to return looking through the piles of cassettes he had saved.

He laughs but continues to slam his palm on the steering wheel to the music. “I need you to rethink that sentence.”

“Eddie.” You warn and from the tone of your voice, Eddie quickly shuts off the music. You hum happily and return to your search in the mess of his van. After a few moments of you cussing under your breath, Eddie’s name being thrown there a few times and he has to refrain from slamming the breaks, before you pull yourself back into your seat.

“I shouldn’t even be letting you ruin that poor kids ears.” He states once he sees a cassette being shoved into your bag. “Lucas deserves one from my own personal collection.”

“Ha. Ha.” You roll your eyes and he watches you from the corner of his eye, seeing you place your feet up on his dashboard. “I know Lucas will like it. It’ll cheer him up and encourage him before the big game tonight.“

“Right, the game.” Eddie recalls, focusing back on the road. “I wonder what those idiots will tell me today at lunch.”

You hold in a laugh as he continues, “I know they’ll be scared to tell me. I can see their faces already,”

“Aw don’t be mean.” You pout cutely, placing your elbow on the passenger door and looking towards him. “They look up to you, and hate disappointing you. That’s why it’s taken so long to come clean.”

“It’s not being mean” Eddie shakes his head, “I’m not going to be the one to look for a replacement. And I’m not going to reschedule the campaign.” He adds quickly with a pointed look at you that is returned by you sticking your tongue out.

Brat. He thinks fondly. “Anyway, they need to figure that out.”

“Mhm, can’t wait to see them running out like headless chickens trying to find anyone willing to play.”

Eddie shrugs at that. Despite his annoyance at Lucas being taken by the dark side, Jason and his gang, he didn’t actually have hard feelings towards the kid. Who was he to tell him to not pursue something he enjoyed doing? It would be hypocritical of him. And he was mostly annoyed with Dustin and Mike, who haven’t said anything. “They’ll figure it out.”

He reaches over to turn up the music a bit now that you were no longer on the edge of biting his head, something he admits to enjoying a little bit too much. He remembers to mention, “Oh, you wanna hit up the diner to pass time after school?”

“Oh yes!” You sit up, looking at him excitedly. “Can we get a strawberry shake? I’ve been craving that all night.”

Eddie can’t stop the smile as he nods, pulling into Hawkin’s High parking lot. “How can I deny you from that?”

It was a shocker to Eddie when he was approached by Chrissy before he made it to the cafeteria that day. He has his fair share of customers that make up Hawkin’s popular kids. They were the ones to pay the most so he never rejected their offers, even if they later would spit nasty words to him in the hallways.

He never thought he would see the day Chrissy Cunningham would be asking for him.

But money is money. It wouldn’t hurt to see what the deal was. So he waited for the last 10 minutes of the lunch period, telling you and making you wait outside the woods. You complained about coming along but he wanted to play it safe.

He wasn’t fond of bringing you along to his deals. It’s not that he didn’t want you by his side, he did, but there’s been way too many times where his customers would direct their anger of prices to him or you. He didn’t want you to see that, or even deal with it.

“Don’t scare her off Eddie. I know she’s Jason’s girlfriend but she’s actually really nice! So, don’t go doing your usual sneaking up on others and being intimidating, remember that one time you got a bloody nose from it and -“

Eddie hands you his half finished soda can he bought from the vending machine to stop your anxious rambling.

You already finished the one he bought you, but you stopped your monologue and took a sip, content. It was so easy for Eddie to be able to keep you happy and distracted. It made him feel good. “I won’t. Wait for me here, okay?”

——

Chrissy seemed to be distracted when he walked up to the usual spot. Her eyes staring off the distance as he comes up behind her, “Hey.”

He thought his voice was soft enough, but she jumped in her spot and turned around towards him. Big eyes surprised before she lets out a breathless chuckle , holding her arm.

“Woah.” So much for listening to your advice. He holds his hands up. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

The blonde shakes her head, rubbing her shoulder and throwing him a quick smile before sitting down on the picnic table. “No I should have been paying attention. I was zoned out.”

Eddie nods before moving to sit across the table, placing the metal lunchbox on the table between them. Chrissy plays with the sleeve of her sweater as Eddie opens the box to reveal the bags of weed.

“So..” she stammers, looking between Eddie and his box. “How does this work exactly?”

“Oh you know, like any other transaction.” Eddie watches her, “except cash only, and uh, for obvious reasons. “ he tilts his head, “No receipts.”

She nods along before he holds a bag towards her, “I’ll do you a half ounce for, uh..20. What do you say?”

Chrissy stares at the bag, then sighs and leans forward to cross her arms on top of the wooden table. She glances behind her as though expecting someone to show up.

Eddie couldn’t help but feel a bit defensive. Looking past her before he shuts the top down. “Look, uh, I’m starting to get a bit worried here. I really hope this isn’t some set up.”

He thinks back to you waiting for him at the entrance to the woods. What if they saw you there first?

Chrissy looks at him stunned and shakes her head. “No! No, of course not.” She bites her lip then sags her shoulders. “It’s nothing like that.”

“You afraid your boyfriends going to pop up and catch you doing a drug deal with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?” He tries to keep the venom from his voice. “Not up to deal with that right now.”

“No really, its-its not that. He’s not even my boyfriend.” She adds, looking at Eddie a bit exasperated. “Not right now? Anyway, I don’t know..”

Eddie mouth forms an ‘o’. He wasn’t expecting that. Chrissy looked back down at her hands and let out another sighs.

“Oh. Well shit.” He laughs awkwardly and leans against his palm. “Uh, sorry about that? Uh..” he shrugs at her when she looks at him again. “I’m kinda surprised, didn’t he express his undying love for you this morning at the prep rally.”

She smiles sadly as she recalls that earlier morning and nods, “It was an argument after. He gets really overprotective. He didn’t like me agreeing to go to a party with a few friends and one thing lead to another and,” she does a hand motion, “It got too much, and I said I wanted a break.”

He hums, tapping his finger on the table before shaking his head. “Oh so he’s that type. Cant say I’m surprised with how he carries himself.”

Chrissy smiles at that, “Yeah. I’m just still kinda sad about it, he means well. But I’m not fragile or anything..so I thought to try something..to make me not think so much about it and go against what he says. Is that stupid?” She asks timidly.

“No. Not at all. Happens to all of us.” He says, opening the lunch box back up. “Uh I do sell blunts, it’s pre rolled and all. It’ll be easier for you to smoke. Seeing as this is your first time..”

He rummages through the box then clicks his tongue. He forgot he smoked his last one that he had in his box with you last night. “Problem is I only have them back in my trailer. So if you really want, you can drop by tonight..or I’ll bring them tomorrow.”

“I have no where to be after the game anyway.” She shrugs, nudging a stick against the dirt under the table with her shoe. “I was suppose to be with Jason, but..”

“Okay, cool.” He looks down at the lunchbox then decided to try to a bit more comforting, with the way she still looked so down. “If it makes you feel any better. He may be a total dick. But it’s disgustingly clear he uh loves you.”

Chrissy smiles fondly at that. Eddie continued, feeling weird he was even talking on behalf of someone he hated, “and uh, sometimes people are very protective over people they care about and shit. I definitely don’t let the one I care about touch half the stash I sell.”

“Y/N?” She asks, seeming to have perk up a little bit. No longer slouching and her expression was lifting, feeling more comfortable with him.

Eddie smiles at your name, feeling warm. “Yeah. Y/N” He fiddles with the lighter he had taken out of the box moments prior. “But uh anyway. I’m sure you and Jason will get back together in no time, And you’ll be back to being Hawkins favorite Queen and King.”

He says the last part more sarcastically than he meant too, but Chrissy either didn’t notice or didn’t mind because she only blushes.

“I don’t think we could take you and y/n spots though. In being the cutest couple .” She teases lightly after a moment. Eddie freezing in his seat as he registers words, the lighter slipping from between his fingers. . “I always thought you two were so cute. How long have you been together?”

Together.

Him and y/n together.

“W-what..what?!” His laughs nervously, getting up from his seat once he felt his body back in his control. “Couple... Couple? We aren’t a couple.”

Eddie doesn’t know why but the idea had his heart beating fast and face flushing. Couple. You and him, a couple.

Why did he suddenly feel like he couldn’t breathe?

“Oh..” Chrissy frowns again, watching him begin to pace. “I’m sorry. I thought you were.”

“No. No, nope,” he shakes his head fast, looking around the woods as though he was searching for answer. “I mean, she’s my best friend. I’m her best friend. No wayyy man.”

He looks back at Chrissy who was watching him. Eddie notices that the confused expression slowly beginning to turn into an amused smile but hid it behind her sleeve as she looks at Eddie in a way that was making him freak out more.

“What? What’s that look for?” He walks towards the table and leans his hand against the surface. “I-I really don’t like that look Chrissy.”

“I didn’t give you a look, Eddie”

“Yes you did. You’re looking at me like..you know something I don’t!” He pushed himself away from the table again and walks away from the table.

Okay he needed to chill out. This is normal. A lot of best friends can be mistaken for a couple. He seen it happen with Steve and Robin. The amount of times Robin would deny it and act disgusted was too much for her to not be telling the truth anyway.

So he shouldn’t be feeling so surprised that Chrissy had thought that. It just proves you both were that close.

You both were definitely closer than Robin and Steve, that’s for sure. He knows that.

What he doesn’t know is why he feels his palms were beginning to sweat. He stammers through his thoughts.

“We can’t be dating. That’s ridiculous.”

“Okay” She says simply.

“Yeah. Because we’re best friends.” He says again, to remind himself. “Completely platonic. And it would be crazy for that to change? It’s not like she would even see me anything other than a best friend. So really, it’s impossible. What you’re saying is highlyyy impossible.”

He mumbles, ignoring how the thought bugged him a bit, shaking his head. “Yeah.” He finally says it firmly. That conversation was over. 

He’s barely aware of the faint sound of the bell ringing, “So. Uh, I’ll just see you tonight then. You can ride with me and y/n…who’s my best friend.”

Chrissy smiles sweetly and nodded. “Okay.”

—

Chrissy walked ahead and he came out the woods a few steps behind. You waved at Chrissy as she walked by before returning to a weird hop in place motion as you turned towards Eddie. He raised his eyebrow.

“Eddie you took so damn long and I feel like I’m going to pee myself because you thought it was a good idea to let me have two sodas, and we’re going to be even more late to class!” You complain, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along towards the school building. “Have you seen the way those bathrooms fill up ? It’s a like jungle in there!”

He didn’t pay a bit too much attention to the way your hand was wrapping around his wrist, before you eventually linked both your arms together. Because that was normal. You both were always touchy with each other, so it shouldn’t matter. It wasn’t a big deal.

And it wasn’t a big deal the way you were leaning in his space while you both sat in class after. Your body basically leaning across his lap as you stared down at the tic tac toe game he won fair and square. You glared down at his notebook before pulling away with an huff.

“Nuh uh, I don’t remember you putting that X . You did that when I was distracted.”

“That was my first turn. You told me to put it there because you accused me of using a cheating method before.”

“You’re so lying”

“Just admit it, I’m a master at tic tac toe.” He grins, flicking your forehead to push your buttons even more. “A man of many skills” You roll your eyes. “You could never beat me.”

“You underestimate me for the last time, Munson.” You begin drawing the 30th set of lines and he couldn’t stop himself from staring at the side of your face as you thought hard on your first move.

A couple.

Eddie may have had fleeting thoughts about dating you before. Ones he always denied and pushed down because he never wanted for it to see the light of day. He may believe he’s lucky with you being his best friend, but he wasn’t insane. He couldn’t have that much luck in his life.

And he would never risk ruining the chance of that luck he does have. He never wants to lose it.

But Chrissy’s damn words kept echoing, confirming his secret fantasy that he wanted to be reality. And all those thoughts wouldn’t stop streaming in. Like Chrissy’s simple mistake broke the dam that was holding it all in.

Cutest couple.

You smiled happily when he let you win for the first time. Writing a 1-30 on top of the page proudly when he looks towards Chrissy who was sat a few seats towards the side of the classroom, and she was already glancing towards you both. She flashed him a knowing look, and he looked away. The blush back on his cheeks.

Oh he was so fucked.

-

You both did everything together. There wasn’t a time where residents in Hawkins wouldn’t see you both raiding a corner store for late night snacks, or driving around town blasting his music enough for complaints to be filed.

One quick knock at each other’s windows and you both were off to whatever was desired that day or night.

So he couldn’t understand why Gareth had invited only you out to pizza. When everyone knows you and Eddie go everywhere together. It’s common fucking knowledge for Christ sake.

And why didn’t you tell him beforehand?

“Well, I mean, you have to take Chrissy right?” you had argued.

He felt like a little kid that was told no for the first time when you dismissed him after, being forced to watch you leave the room behind Gareth. He won’t admit to anyone that he glared daggers at the brunettes head when he drove away with you in his car.

You should had been in Eddie’s van.

If you really wanted pizza, why didn’t you tell him and he would have given Chrissy her blunts then take you himself. You didn’t need Gareth when you had him!

Chrissy was quiet in the car ride, looking curiously through the tapes. She seemed to be carefully reading through the playlists when he finally broke.

“Okay so..you know how you mentioned about you thinking me and y/n being a couple?” He reminds her which she nods to, “was there..is there something that makes you think that?”

She seems to think for a moment, placing the cassette on her lap. “Well. You both are so comfortable with each other. The way you look at each other too, I remember Jason mentioning how lovesick you looked when we would pass you two in the hallway. And how..” she hesitates but giggles, “you kinda look like a lost puppy following her around.”

Lovesick. Lost puppy.

“Oh Jesus Christ, I’m so screwed.” He groans as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“You asked Eddie”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious.” Eddie really is itching to grab a cigarette right now. “I thought, you know, I would never think about this. But then you go saying we were a couple..and im looking at y/n,  thinking I don’t want to just look like one, I want us to be one. Shit, shit!.” He curses under his breath and finally gives in, reaching into his pocket with one hand.

“You’re making it seem like a bad thing, Eddie.” She says softly.

“It is. I’m her best friend and I was staring at her in class like some creep, you saw it.” He sticks the cigarette in his mouth keeping his eye on the road. “Now I’m really really pissed that I wasn’t invited to that..pizza date.”

He says the last word in disgust before he can stop himself. The jealousy was making its way through his veins and he hated it. Eddie shakes his head, pointing at himself. “See, this is not good.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” she starts, “You’re not the only one who looks lovesick.”

“What? Are you..” he stops trying to flick the lighter in hand on to look at her. “Does y/n look at me that way? Does..Nah, now you’re just pulling my leg now man.”

Chrissy hums, turning her gaze towards the window.

Eddie couldn’t help but feel some excitement rush through him. He speaks around the cigarette. “Really?”

“I see the way she looks at you.” Chrissy replies carefully , “I don’t think you’re the only one who has pushed down any feelings.”

A spark was ignited inside him. It matched the lighter in his hand as he quickly brings it to the end of his cigarette. He takes a huge drag to try to calm his jitter of nerves.

“Shit.” He blows out the smoke, opening the windows before he did so. “What the hell am I suppose to do?”

“Tell her how you feel.”

“Tell her- really? I can barely collect my thoughts right now!” He rubs his cheek sighing, growing frustrated.

“Maybe a date?” She suggests. “Take her to the diner next to Family Video.”

“We go there every week.”

“Umm. Oh! The bowling alley”

“She hates bowling. Nearly broke my ankle when it was her turn and I wasn’t even in front of her.”

“Okay. A picnic? That can be romantic.”

“It is? We had one a few weeks back.”

Chrissy sighs.

“The movies?”

“We’re banned. We either go to another town or watch a movie in my trailer.”

“Uh okay.., to lovers lake?”

“We go there.” He blushes, “We always sit in the back of my van and drink slushees.”

Chrissy tries not to smile. “How could I ever think you both were dating. That’s impossible, right?”

Eddie groans but nods, completely understanding now.

—

“Hey Gareth!” Eddie smile was tight as he slammed his friend’s locker closed before he was done putting his book away. “How was that pizza last night, hm?”

Gareth only looks up at his band mate and tries to mask his annoyance. “Didn’t y/n bring you a slice, you should know.”

You did. And he ate it happily with one hand on the wheel, with you back in his passenger seated complaining about how unhealthy it was for breakfast.

How it should be, you in his van and no one elses. Thank you very much.

“So,” Eddie clears his throat, crossing his arms and leaning against the lockers with his back pressed against them. The lock digging in the back of his lower spine as he leveled his friend with a more serious tone. “You got a thing for y/n?”

Gareth stares back.

“Nope. Do not do this to me right now.” Gareth attempts to walk away but Eddie grabs his shoulder again to keep him in place. “I already have to deal with those freshman”

“I’m just asking! I mean, it’s a bit weird that you both went to eat pizza together. So , if it was a date. I would like to know. Just, normal best friend things. You know how I am with her.”

“Yes. I do know, unfortunately.” The brunette pushes his hand off. “Look dude, it was nothing more than y/n wanting pizza. Not a date or whatever got your panties in a twist.”

“Cool, cool” Eddie nods, feeling more relieved at the fact. Gareth rolls his eyes and begins walking towards the cafeteria. “Just looking out for you! Don’t want my band mate getting heart broke one. She’s harsh like that.”

“Oh definitely,” Gareth laughs loudly, “so harsh that she wouldn’t stop asking me if she was too mean for not letting you come along. Then wouldn’t stop reminding to bring you a damn slice.”

“She did?” Eddie perks up, and Gareth groaned again. It made him feel a little better that you also were bothered by the fact he didn’t come along. Really, he wasn’t sure why he was so worried last night.

All that hope Chrissy started was growing more and he couldn’t help the bump in his step as he walked beside Gareth to the cafeteria.

“You both are hopeless.” Gareth states which Eddie ignores once he sees you sitting at the lunch table.

-

“She got uncomfortable by my pathetic attempt at flirting.” Eddie recounts later that week and sits himself on the stairwell. Chrissy fixing the bow in her hair as she listens to him. “I was trying to invite her to movie night, but she got quiet. And didn’t want to look at me then made an excuse that her stomach hurt.”

“I told you, maybe she was actually sick.”

“No. I know her.” He huffs, “I can just tell. Then the other day, we were laughing over some of the yearbook pictures. And she gave me that stupid smile of hers.”

It was vivid in his head. You were trying to speak between giggling as Eddie pointed out some funny pictures. Then he turned the page and there was the both of you, surrounded by the rest of the hellfire club and you were mimicking his devil horn signature minus the tongue.

“We look so cute!” You gasped, pointing at the photo. “I’m surprised they even put that there. I guess Mike begged Nancy.”

You looked up at him and smiled brightly, “I need to get a copy of this so I can put it up in my wall. Or maybe even on the side of my mirror..”

Eddie had nodded, distracted by the intensity of your smile. The way your eyes sparked and you seemed so excited at the prospect of having a photo of Eddie and you together.

It was moments like these. When he felt it was only you two, in this bubble that froze time, he would nervously glance at Chrissy. Who often was watching these tender moments and would hold up a small thumbs up to encourage him. Because even if he did slowly grow more confident, he needed reassurance.Hence his meetups with the cheerleader so he could recount these moments for advice.

It was a delicate matter, and he trusted Chrissy to not let him fuck this up.

But when he looked back at you, you had pulled away, breaking the small bubble and was staring down at the yearbook. No longer smiling.

It was becoming a habit. This pulling away, your smiles suddenly disappearing at random moments when he thought everything was going great.

“And I don’t know, one moment it was there. Then I looked away, and it was gone.” He recounts to Chrissy. “It’s been happening more often. I’m starting to think, maybe we both are wrong and I’m seeing it wrong, and I’m too obvious and she’s noticing. And uncomfortable. And..shit I don’t know.”

“Im sure it’s not that Eddie.” Chrissy sits down next to him on the steps. “Give it time”

And he wanted to. But you only pulled away further after that. You began to be more quiet, often letting him talk and listening instead. Everyday he tried to make a fool of himself more, to be able to see that bright smile that he knew the sun wouldn’t compare to.

Like when he fell to his knees on the parking lot the day he stayed back in class, and he had the chance of bumping into Chrissy to have her reassure him of his worries. Again.

Your laughter instantly making him feel less stupid for the way his knees ached and from the stares of others from his begging. He thought maybe he still could bring you back.

Yet your small smile after reassuring him a few minutes after, proved him wrong once again.

He didn’t understand. Why your once bright and bubbly personality was changing right in front of him. You could barely hold eye contact with him.

Your smiles didn’t reach your eyes.

He use to be able to make you smile, laugh to the point of verge of tears. It was always so easy for him to be able to comfort you and you would be back to your cheerful self. You never had to force a smile around him.

So why were you doing it now?

He wanted to push. Push you talk to him but that was the thing-

He never needed to push before. He would always ask, and you would crumble into your rambling and release all your worries to him. Knowing that he was listening and that his arms were open.

You never held back from opening up to him. Ramblings and weird questions was a daily occurrence. Your random worries always something Eddie welcomed because he loved the sound of your voice.

So for you to sit there, not bothering to make eye contact and insist it was okay, when it clearly wasn’t?

This was different. New territory for him and Eddie was lost. For the first time since he met you.

And those doubts, all those fears that he and Chrissy’s hangouts were meant to beat down in order to prepare him to confess to you, began to latch onto him.

What if you noticed his change in demeanor towards you? He tried not to act too differently after he realized he wanted more, realized he wanted to push his luck a little bit. But he’s been oblivious before, so maybe you noticed his feelings.

Maybe you were uncomfortable by it. Despite his hopes that you felt the same way, he could always be wrong.He could be wrong about his luck stretching that long.

He felt so overwhelmed by it. Anytime he felt saddened by his own mind, he would call you and your voice would keep him calm.

But could he call when you were the reason he was feeling this way?

He tries, really tries to get through the night but the phone is in his hand before he knew it.

-

You hung up on him. He had come close to confessing after you gave him the sweetest speech. Everything he dreamed to hear from you encouraging him to finally say the truth, and you fucking hung up on him.

Eddie stares at the wall across from him, the hallway suddenly feeling too small for him. It was closing in on him as he dialed your house phone again, fingers shaking as he listened to the multiple rings play out. After the 6th ring, he slammed the phone down.

“Fuck!”

—

“I need you.” He wills himself to not cry right there. Listening and waiting on the other side of the bathroom door. His body running on the adrenaline from the argument moments before.

He didn’t mean to blow up on you the way he did. He never once raised his voice towards you, but he couldn’t stop it. All the confusion, hope, and fear reached its breaking point when you tried to avoid him once again. The lies coming right out your mouth stabbed through him.

You never lied to him before. That’s what hurt. You lying and hiding from him made him want to break everything in sight but also, to break down crying himself.

Chrissy was wrong. He let her misconceptions warp his brain into thinking that he deserved anymore luck than what he had. He should have been grateful, for what he had already. This friendship that you built, who was he to wish for more?

Eddie Munson was not suppose to be a lucky person.

He pushed his limits and you were pulling away. Not only did he stupidly believe he had a chance of more, he may have forced the universe to rip away what they gave to him. Your silence an indication of that.

Eddie wiped the tear that ran down his nose, from leaning his forehead against the door trying to listen to anything from you. He pulled away as the silence stretched on. The hurt worsening as the seconds ticked by.

Fuck this. He shouldn’t have been so stupid.

—

He didn’t expect you to come to his trailer right after. Or for the way you began to ramble and pace around his room, your nervous voice filling his room in a way he had grown accustomed to in the years of friendship.

He missed it so much. He didn’t care if he still felt heartbroken at his realization that he couldn’t have you the way he wanted. Destroyed that he couldn’t even be lucky enough for that.

With you smiling softly at him, not a forced one after so long, as he held your cheek and apologized himself. He decided that he will gladly accept what he has now because you being there, laughing and kicking your feet as he carries to his van-

That was enough luck for him.

—

You slept in his room that night. Your socked foot nearly kicking him in the chin as you turned, stretching your body out as a yawn forced its way out. He opens one eye, glancing at his windows to see that it wasn’t that bright outside yet.

He drowsily waits for you to fall back asleep again, listening for your breaths to even out so he could go back asleep himself.

But you sat up, rubbing your eyes and pulling the blankets with you as you stand from his bed and stumble awkwardly towards his bedroom door.

Your small ow from kicking his lunchbox has him groaning loudly, pushing his face into his pillow. “What are you doing..” he rasps, hating to open his eyes to try to make out the numbers on his clock. “Its 6:00 am. We have an hour.”

He remembers the morning before, when you left earlier before he woke up. This wakes him a bit more, anxiety there as he pushes himself up from the comfort of his bed to a sitting position. You looking at him sheepishly from the door.

“I need to make a call.” You whisper, the large blanket wrapped around you making you look ridiculous. You seem to know what he was thinking as you continue to reassure him, “That’s all Eds. I’ll come back .”

“Hurry up.” He sighs, not bothering to ask who you could be calling this damn early, before flopping back on the bed and hugging the pillow.

Even if he was really sleepy, he stayed awake waiting for you to come back. His hand reaching out to touch where you were laying before, sighing impatiently at your absence.

You came back about 5 minutes later, climbing over him, kicking his side, to get to your side of the bed. He hums at feeling you lay back beside him, grabbing onto the blanket and pulling it, forcing you to roll over as it was still wrapped around you.

“Don’t be stingy, its freezing.” He murmurs. You smile and unwrap it before throwing half of it over his body. It becomes quiet then. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know you were facing him.

Your hand grabs his and Eddie falls back to sleep.

Eddie wasn’t sure how to feel about the way Max had narrowed her eyes at him after you both woke up again and gotten ready for the day. As though she was trying to burn him alive with just her mind.

She was waiting outside on her porch when you waved her over towards the van when you stepped out of his trailer.

“I called early, let your mom know you’ll be catching rides with us now.” You smile at the redhead, whom only sighs and gets up. “I can’t have you riding that scary bus”

“You only rode it for one day.” She states, rolling her eyes. Max looks at Eddie for a moment before shoving her backpack into his arms. “I call shotgun.”

You smile at that, shrugging at Eddie who stared between you two. “I’m cool with that.”

Now he understood why Lucas was always so confused with Max’s behavior. Sure, he had eavesdropped a few times when the kids gossiped about their love life, or what a 15 year would describe a “love” life. Most of the time he was bored if you had to stay in between classes, so he would let them go on and on about what else happens in their lives.

Lucas would complain that Max was avoiding him, or she was meaner than usual. Whom he had to remind, well her brother died in a mall fire the year before. Give her some time.

But he didn’t think she was this mean.

“This is what you listen to all day ?” She scoffs, noticing the Iron Maiden cassette case on the floor of the van. “Don’t you have anything less..”

“Scary?” You butt in, ignoring Eddie’s look of concern from you putting yourself between the seats. Clearly you didn’t understand his need for you to be safely seated.

“No, shitty.”

“Hey, don’t knock it until you realllyy listen, okay?” He cuts off your small giggle, reaching over to turn up the volume a bit. “This, Max, is real music. It’s not just about how it sounds, but the complex lyrics and-“

“Oh god, make him stop.”

“Keep going Eds.” You place a handle on the drivers seat as your other hand pull gently on one of his curls. He perks up at you defending him. “Tell her about the verrry deep lyrics of Ladies Room by Kiss.”

Maybe not. 

“Okay, how about you,” he gently pushes you back, “Sit down! You know I hate when you do that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laugh, reaching for your bag and getting distracted by searching inside it.

He missed that. Your laugh and the smiles you been throwing at him all morning. It didn’t make it any easier for him though. It felt like his heart was swelling with the amount of adoration he had for you, it was going to be the death of him.

Max was staring at him again. Studying him, trying to decipher whatever she had in mind when he tilts his head at her, expecting for another insult.

She looked away when you called her name and begin to ask her a question.

-

“So everything is okay now?” Chrissy asks, looking over the blunt Eddie had handled to her, sliding some cash to him.

There was a few minutes left of lunch and you had gotten dragged by Robin to join her and Nancy for lunch. Something about girl talk, Eddie not being allowed. It was funny the surprised look on face when they dragged you away. He decided to meet up with Chrissy to talk about the night before.

“Yeah.” He says, happy that it felt true. “She finally told me that she just been in her head again and I guess, it was really bad this time.” He sighs, “maybe if I tried harder to notice, it wouldn’t have gotten to that point.”

Chrissy watches the soft expression on his face. “Figure out when you’ll confess then?”

“I don’t know Chrissy.” He swallows, pushing his bangs out of his face. He really needed to ask you to cut them again. “I think it’s best if I don’t..ruin anything. That whole time I thought she was acting that way because of me, afraid maybe she could tell the difference.”

“And I realized how fragile this whole thing is. And I don’t know,” he drops a stick he was messing with and looks at her. “Im still not even sure how she feels about me. I can’t read her. How can I not read my own best friend!”

He feels like dropping to the ground and never getting up. He felt okay this morning but now Chrissy has him, once again, going on a tangent.

“I made a mistake of calling her that night. And I was just gonna talk then somehow-somehow! It lead to me trying to confess to her. I was this close and she hung up! And acted the way she did.”

“Try again.”

“No, she’s opening up to me again and I have her back. that's all that matters now and we’re back to normal!” He assures. “besides, if she didn't understand my confession, or maybe she did and ignored it. it doesn't matter, we’re good now.”

“Did you straight out say that you liked her?” Chrissy emphasizes on the ‘her’

“…”

“Eddie ?”

“Something along the lines..”

“Right.” Chrissy tugs on her skirt when she stands and crosses her arms. “Eddie how can she know if you’re not saying it clearly.”

“It’s not that easy. I mean, it is easy to talk about how I feel, never had that problem before. We always talk about our problems. But these are..my feelings that may not be returned. And-”

He motions towards her. “And I barely touched how I really feel on that phone call. It was rookie stuff!”

Chrissy thinks. “What are your feelings then?”

“What do you mean?”

“You always are worrying about saying the wrong thing, or if you’re looking into things the right way.” She considers. “Why do you like her?”

“Why? It’s y/n.” He frowns. “Who wouldn’t like her?”

“What about you? Why do you like her, how do you feel?”

Anyone can say that they like how you look, the way hair frames your face, or the way your clothes fit you. Or how you carry yourself or your sweet voice. You were a beauty that Eddie feels like no one should touch.

But for Eddie, it was deeper than that. He could name a hundred things he likes about you.

From the way you wake up with a bird nest as a hair that he often had to take tangles out as you sat sleepily, to how your nose scrunches slightly whenever you hate a certain taste of food but you never say anything to Uncle Wayne when he cooks, or how you would hide your smiles behind your hands when you watched romantic movies and the way your eyes redden at particular scenes.

Or the way you don’t realize how loud you’re being sometimes, ducking your head in shame when you do and he would tell you that it was okay. He likes when you are loud and come out of your shell at random moments.

He likes when you link your arm with his, because you have no problem being touchy. Your hands shoving at him or slapping his arm playfully whenever he annoyed you. The smell of your fruit scented shampoo filling his nose when you invade his space with no care, hugging him during scary movie scenes or when you felt particularly sad that day. That same shampoo brand that has its own spot in his bathroom.

Along with all your knickknacks that you bring to him when you visited the thrift store with your mom. Your excitement at the small things and that fucking smile and eyes.

“I..” Eddie isn’t sure where he could start. There was so much else in mind but those details, those small moments that make up everything in his life, is something he wants to keep to himself.

“ ‘like’ feels so weak compared to how I really feel Chrissy” he finally pushes out. She waits for him to continue.

“It’s different. I feel lucky. Like I have something that is a one in a life time chance..like if I were to loose that, everything would fucking suck. My life wouldn’t have that..shine anymore.”

“Because that’s what she is. She’ s this light, this..” he struggles, he never was one for poetry but dammit if he tries. “This fucking ray of sunshine!”

He laughs and tries to fight back the blush that was waiting to spread across his neck from how cheesy he sounded but he couldn’t stop. “She smiled at me the first time we met and I was like, yeah. Yeah, nothing will match that.”

“And she fits into my life like a lost puzzle, something I was missing before I came to Hawkins. Makes me feel whole and I’ll be incomplete with out her, and..and I just..”

“I’m happy with our friendship. I don’t want to even think about losing that, but maybe..maybe I want to wake up and actually be able to kiss her good morning . And goodnight, and all the time in between. “He revels at the idea. “I already have so much of her,-“

He smiled shyly as he looks at Chrissy, who was looking at him as though she was proud. He was going on for too long, lunch was ending. “But maybe I want that part of her. Where we could actually tell people we are a couple.Where it’s true”

Chrissy wraps her arms around him as he huffs out a huge breath from his emotional speech before she pulls away and smiles.

“Now, find a way to tell her that. On a real date, of course.”

“That’s going to be hard.”

“I know. But you’ll figure it out Eddie.”

He feels that confidence return and he becomes hopeful again.That spark appearing again and fuck it. 

He’s going to test his luck. 

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Beta Daisy and Dandy

I've actually been drawing Daisy for a while so I thought that I should at least dump all the old art somewhere. Time for a trip down memory lane!

First ever drawing

Ah yes. When I promised myself not to make anymore OCs cause I already had a whole bunch of fnaf ones. So much for that.

Her colors used to be a lot less saturated which in my opinion didn't fit in with such a colorful cast. There are some parts of her outfit I kept like the overalls and her shirt. I just changed the sleeves so it actually looks like she's wearing gloves like I intended. Her attitude is pretty much the same.

Doodles!

Fun Fact: Her Halloween costume is just her dad's old clothes.

He was also supposed to be dead.

Still gay as fuck

Next are drawings I made for old tiktoks of Daisy!

(If you wanna find them then my tiktok is linked in my bio)

"Maybe he's blinking when you're blinking."

Second time ever drawing Julie! This is when I started to lean into my more cartoony style for Daisy. She still never trusted Wally.

"You're not my friend!"

Finally leaned away from so much orange. I really liked playing around with Julie's design since she gives off Mable (Gravity Falls) vibes when it comes to fashion. Always wanting to change it up.

"Don't start picking fights with my costumers!"

First time ever drawing Howdy! Really wanted to emphasize how tiny she is compared to him.

"Have you been there the whole time!?"

First Wally drawing! Sneaky little guy. Definitely wanted him to look more off-putting in this one. And new Julie outfit! This one was a little Minnie Mouse inspired getup. I also like the idea of Julie's hair always being really big.

"I know saying someone looks gay is 'wrong' BUT LOOK AT HIM!"

First ever Dandy doodle! This was after I made his beta design and wanted to tease him a little since beforehand I never actually mentioned Daisy even had a brother. Speaking of which.

Dandy!

He used to actually be more two-faced and mean. Heck he wasn't even supposed to be living in the neighborhood originally. His appearance would've been exactly like those episodes in kids shows where a new "perfect" character is introduced but is mean behind closed doors to a certain character and the one character that doesn't like them gets brushed off as "jealous" but then it gets revealed they were bad the whole time to the others, then cue the group hug apology. Basically he would've been a meaner and more manipulative version of Daisy. Someone that really brought out her insecurities. Someone that loved being the "Better Daisy" Which is ironic considering he got replaced with a better version of him. As for his appearance I was trying to go for a more city-like look in contrast to Daisy's rough and tumble country vibe. But after a while to me it didn't feel "kid's show" enough.

Pets

I completely forgot about this drawing so I'm adding it a whole two days later. But yeah they canonically have pets. Daisy has a flytrap she named Gertrude and Dandy has his pet mouse Mortimer.

Last drawings of Beta Daisy

Some things really never change.

Well that's all of my old drawings of these goobers (Yes I only made three drawings of the old Dandy) It was nice looking back on some old memories. It's been a fun eight months having these two idiots live in my head.

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Father! Kaz Brekker x gn! Reader - One for the barrel

A/n: Once again, do not read the request if you don't want the fic to be spoiled! Also I used my Oc's from my Claws fic, you don't have to read it (it's not connected lol) but it does introduce the characters well!

Request (by anon): Could you do another father Kaz x child reader where they are the 3rd and forgotten child. Maybe the reader sneaks out a lot cause of teen rebellious years in hopes of Kaz noticing them (maybe inej is out with one kid again and Kaz has the second kid for the crow club). In reality Kaz knows the reader sneaks out and always stays up to ensure they are home safe.

Maybe angst of someone following the reader home (your choice as to whether reader knows or oblivious) and Kaz hears the two footsteps and Kaz sorts it in his own way. Fluff at the end of course

sorry for it being so long 😂 I loved Claws so much and it fit the characters so well.

Warning: death, killing, swearing, gangs, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: you/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairing: (parental) kaz x reader, (parental) inej x reader, (platonic) sister oc x reader, (platonic) brother oc x reader]

Kaz knew his children like he knew money.

Jordie is a business man through and through, he was always interested in taking over the Crow Club since he was a little boy. Numbers came to him like the flick of hat, and although it took time, Jordie had always been destined for the Crow Club. Then there is Allea, who's acrobatic tricks neared the perfection of her mother's, and when she was born she was wailing like the sea. Kaz knew that Allea's feet would almost always want a rocking platform underneath her feet.

Then there's you.

You weren't like your brother and sister, in Kaz's eyes you weren't the best at the books, nor Inej's acrobatic moves. That did not mean you were terrible, you were probably better than most people could ever hope to be, you just weren't what they expected you to be.

Maybe Kaz should have known that would've happened, you were the unexpected child originally as he and Inej did not want more children, you just didn't fit. Although you continued to surprise him everyday, and Kaz absolutely adored you for it.

He always wished you could see it, Kaz might've not been the best at showing his feeling but for the first time he wished you could have seen how proud he was of you for surprising him.

He's just disappointed with how you're surprising him this time.

You were sneaking out every night, without telling anyone where you were going nor why, and as far as Kaz was concerned it was an idiotic violation of your own safety.

But he never said a thing, he could sense how you felt, how lost you've been for a while and he knew you were just trying to find your way. So instead of telling you off, every night he would stay up and pray to his Wife's saints as you go off into the night. He would've tried to follow you but you seemed to disappear without a trace, and the fact that he couldn't hear your footsteps made it nearly impossible. It was a unique talent that your siblings did not possess, it made him think of your mother. Though like how he could sense Inej's presence he could sense yours.

Therefore when he heard footsteps instead of just sensing your presence he knew something was entirely wrong.

_______

You were walking back from the Slat without a smile or any emotion at all on your face.

You were being followed, of course you were aware of the idiot Razor Gull attempting to stalk you.

You were nearly to your house when you decided it was time to act, you were bored with this "spy" technique.

Abruptly, completely out of no where you flicked out a knife and threw it with exact precision at the Razor Gull's stomach.

They cried out in pain and clawed at their stomach, before deciding they should probably try to defend themself and pulled out a knife of their own dagger.

"They're coming Y/n Brekker-" They started.

"Actually," You smirked. "It's Y/n Ghafa-Brekker."

Quickly, you pulled out a sliver gun with a crow on the barrel and shot the opposing gang member in the head.

That'll ought to teach the assholes to mind their own goddamn business.

"Y/n?" A shocked, gruff voice came from behind you.

You turned around to see your dad, Kaz Brekker himself standing before you with a shocked and furious face.

"Motherfucker."

Kaz was certainly a mess, he was pacing the house while giving you a lecture.

"You can't be apart of the Dregs! Inej and I have extensively kept you guys away from the barrel." He growled while running an hand through his hair. "How the hell did you manage to just do exactly that!" He yelled.

You rolled your eyes as you fiddled with the handcuffs that were around your one wrist and the other clasped around the chair you are currently sitting on. Your dad had handcuffed you to the chair in a panic so you won't "run away."

"I'm actually the leader of the Dregs." You shrugged indifferently and stood up as the handcuffs dropped to the floor.

Apparently you also had your father's lock picking skills as well, Kaz was wondering how much you truly were like him and Inej. You did certainly remind him of the two of them when they were younger.

"And what did you expect dad?" You giggle a bit.

"One child for the land, one for the ocean, now one for the barrel."

Kaz sighs and dragged his hands over his face.

"Your mother's going to fucking kill me!"

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[allchoseny]

I was discussing the Season two episode"Ted," recently, and even while I watched the show as a teenager during the original airing, there was always something about this episode that made me uncomfortable.

For those who recently started following me, I'm a social worker within the child welfare system. So, I have a habit of viewing things through my "social worker lense." Everytime I watch this episode, I find myself disappointed at the writers for the missed opportunities in addressing some of the more serious themes presented to the audience.

Sure, "mom's dating again," here are some feelings you might associate with that new element (isolation, feeling left out, boyfriend is an idiot), and that is all good, BUT the episode took a complete turn toward wrong when Joyce refused to believe Buffy.

Hear me out. I've seen too many situations of little girls coming into foster care after being removed from their homes because mom's boyfriend abused them in some way. In most of these scenario, the child has informed their mom about the abuse and it went ignored. The mom would claim the child is lying because of her delinquent behaviors and continue on with the relationship.

Sound familiar? It might, because that's what Joyce did in the episode. The writers may have tried to nullify Joyce's actions by having Ted drug her, but you see that's also a grave mistake. Sometimes drugs are present in these real life scenarios as well. It's still no excuse.

This is what happens when parents introduce people (who maybe they havent fully vetted) into their children's lives, opening them up to all kinds of dangers. If your child tells you your SO makes them feel uncomfortable. BELIEVE THEM.

The writers missed the mark on this one.

Maybe I'm reading too much into this, it is television after all, but I feel like how the show addressed the subject matter was irresponsible. When the conflict was "resolved," there should have been some assurance from Joyce that as her mother, she's her protector (regardless if Buffy is the Slayer). We didn't get that.

We got bad boyfriend robot story.

Verdict: Parents who neglect their children and people who abuse children are the real monsters.

P.S. I love Buffy. Sometimes I get thinky thoughts about the episodes that haven't aged well with me since my frontal lobe has fully developed.

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Pureblood Purists Actually Have Valid Concerns

Disclaimers

Before I start my post let me make 2 disclaimers since some people have a tendency to twist words on Tumblr:

Not all blood purists were death eaters. I am not condoning DE terrorism here. I am referring to people who held pureblood beliefs but never fought in a war to oppress people.

Harry Potter is a fictional world. My arguments are not meant to be extended to the real world.

Assumption about Magic

JKR does not specify the origin of magic. Is it like ATLA where it's a spiritual kind of thing and people are blessed by Lady Magic? Or is it a gene thing and wizards are a subspecies of human? For me, I am going to go with magic being a gene thing. If magic was like bending in ATLA then wizards should not be such a tiny minority.

Missed Potential of Umbridge Interrogation Scene

This post was inspired by Book 7, Chapter 13 – The Muggle-born Registration Commission. Specifically, the part where Umbridge is interrogating this poor muggle-borne woman named Mrs Cattermole.

‘Could you please tell us from which witch or wizard you took that wand?’

Umbridge's line of questioning is so ridiculous and JKR missed a golden opportunity to introduce some nuance here. She paints all purebloods who are not blood traitors as evil/bigoted. Just because this is a kid's book it does not mean she has to treat kids like idiots. Instead of painting purebloods as bigoted fools who believe magic can be stolen or sadists making up crack in this sham kangaroo court, she could have used this dialogue to present valid and ignored concerns of purebloods. Instead of crap like this, the Voldemort regime could be jailing purebloods who married muggles or mugglebornes on the count of them diluting their race. Or maybe firing half-bloods and mugglebornes and giving those jobs to purebloods. These actions are still wrong but at least they would be rational and add some depth. And purebloods have serious cause for concern. Let me point out 5.

Concern 1 - Existence of Squibs

In the books, we don't know the blood status of the parents of prominent squibs like Filch. But I bet the likelihood of your kid being a squib increases dramatically if one of the parents is muggleborne.

It makes sense to me that mugglebornes could be descendants of squibs. Making mugglebornes basically muggles who won the genetic lottery. In book 2 I think, Arthur claimed Granger was a historical wizard figure and asked Hermione if she bore a relation to him. She denies this but what if someone in the Granger family was a squib in the past and years later she got lucky?? So basically if you mate with a muggleborne, you are basically reproducing with a muggle. Which in turn increases the chances of a squib kid. Squibs can't function in the magic world properly.

Concern 2 - Wizards are a minority

Wizards are a minority in a muggle majority. It's a fact that minorities are wiped out when they reproduce with the majority.

Hagrid says this in book 2:

“Dirty blood, see. Common blood. It’s mad. Most wizards these days are half-blood anyway. If we hadn’t married Muggles we’d’ve died out.”

If Hagrid is right and most wizards are half-blood, how is this a good thing? Given enough time, if wizards keep diluting their race like this by reproducing with muggles, the wizard minority will slowly be erased which leads to...

Concern 3 - Cultural Erasure

It's more than just blood dilution but loss of tradition. Even if a muggleborne like Hermione integrates into the wizarding world, she will never truly grasp certain customs and traditions that pureblood families like the Weasleys and Malfoys will. For example, I came to the US for college. Even though I have been here for half a decade now, I will never understand what it is like to grow up as a kid in the US. I don't appreciate US holidays like Thanksgiving and Memorial Day. My kid likely will but they will have to learn those customs from an external source or maybe my future husband's family. Someone like Hermione may even see some pureblood/wizarding traditions as archaic and unnecessary. Over time, wizards will lose their culture and practically become muggles with magic. Which is why Hermione being minister of magic sometimes leaves a sour taste in my mouth. There's a reason why only born citizens can become president/prime minister for countries like the US (I would like to believe there is a reason anyway).

Concern 4 - Reproductive Issues?

Also, why did wizards need muggles to survive in the first place? Were the women/men having fertility issues? Was the wizarding population so minuscule that they were inbreeding? Or were they simply just horny for muggles? If small native/African tribes are/were able to survive without reproducing with white invaders or other outsiders why is it different for wizards??

Concern 5 - Lack of New Blood

Still focusing on Hagrid's quote. Let's say every pureblood family started with a muggleborne wizard/witch. Therefore given enough generations, Granger could theoretically become a pureblood name like Malfoy or Weasley. But there's a problem: there aren't enough mugglebornes!

Read Hagrid's quote carefully. He said wizards would have died out if they did not intermarry with muggles. Not that wizards would have died out without mugglebornes adding to the population!

This further adds to my blood dilution argument. Basically, we have a fixed magical gene pool which is being stretched every generation with more and more half-bloods being popped out.

Conclusion

Pureblood purists have rational reasons to favour blood purity and to be frustrated with "blood traitors". As more pureblood families like the Weasleys intermarry with muggles/mugglebornes, there is an ever-smaller marriage pool for purebloods. Throw in cultural dilution too.

If JKR wanted to add depth to the muggleborne discrimination, she should have shown how mugglebornes are critical to the survival of wizarding kind and how much purebloods actually need them. Maybe show them using their muggle knowledge to improve wizarding society while she's at it too? But it's like muggebornes like Lily and Hermione have amnesia and forget all about their muggle background! At least make wizards reap the benefit of magic and technology to balance out the issues of reproducing with mugglebornes and muggles.

I just wish JKR could have given purebloods more of a voice. Not all purebloods are crazy, bloodthirsty DEs or Dumbledore bootlickers. And oftentimes, there are reasons behind discrimination that should be examined and explored, instead of just demonized. Harry Potter is seven books worth of wasted potential. I don't know how anyone can say JKR was excellent at world building when the wizarding world feels so tiny and incomplete.

[suchacomet]

Spring Awakening Fandom Tag

(By @winter-asleepening, tagged (kinda) by @feelssogoodinmyarms )

sorry for this being long and for jumping in on this out of nowhere, i got excited and i missed talking about this show now that i’m once again in my yearly spring awakening phase thanks to seeing a local production yesterday :)

1. How were you introduced to the show?

i was an emo kid trying to find musicals i liked bc i started doing theater in high school, i saw american idiot was made into a musical, and followed the john gallagher jr rabbit hole to a b00tl3g of obc spring awakening. this happened to be in 2014 and when i heard about dwsa on broadway i conned my mom into taking me to nyc to see it (i didnt tell her how sexual it was i just said “it’s about teens coming of age in germany set to rock music” and she had Words for me during that intermission lol)

2. Seen a production live?

yes, four: dwsa, a local college production, and two productions at local theater companies in the areas i’ve lived

3. Dream role/character you relate to most

y’all already know it’s moritz…. i imprinted on him when i was 14 and have never stopped being obsessed with him as a character. but i think it’s more likely i’d get the chance to play ilse before moritz and i would love to play ilse as well

4. Favorite male character

mort steeple :) i have never gotten enough of this dude, ever

5. Favorite female character

wendla <3 she’s such a good character when she’s played with the right amount of joy, stubbornness, and curiosity

6. Deaf West Revival or Original Broadway Cast?

dwsa all the way. i appreciate obc for what it is but dwsa is my definitive best revival/adaptation ever ever ever

7. Favorite song

comet on its way :) christ such a whole, like, deal 🙄😏

but if you force me to pick “a real song” that “is actually in the show” then… i think a production that has a really good “and then there were none” is killer bc it means 1. they’re focusing on my favorite boy moritz and 2. they have an adult woman who plays fanny gabor compassionately but flawed in a way that underscores the show’s themes around adults not trusting kids with their own minds and bodies. which i greatly enjoy

8. Least favorite song

this is unfair of me bc it never fails to make me cry and it has one of my favorite lyrics ever in it (window by window you try and look into this brave new you that you are) but it’s “the guilty ones” bc i think “there once was a pirate” is better. my hot take is that dwsa is only version of spring awakening i’ve ever seen where i actually prefer their use of guilty ones instead of pirate

9. Favorite quote/line

musical: so maybe i should be some kind of laundry line / hang their things on me / and i will swing ‘em dry / you just wave in the sun through the afternoon / and then see / they come to set you free / beneath the rising moon - don’t do sadness it’s just such an evocative description of feeling hopeless against all the pressures of life and perfectly encapsulates being 15 and desperate and just wanting a little bit of relief. plus the way daniel durant and alex boniello performed this is so killer. moritz stiefel i love you

play: “don’t let’s be sad […] if we recall this in thirty years, perhaps we shall make fun of it.——and yet everything is so beautiful. the mountains glow; the grapes hang before our mouths and the evening breeze caresses the rocks like a playful flatterer.” from hans in the vineyard scene. augh it’s just so tender and lovely in a way that the musical doesn’t have the time/ability to address, with the acknowledgement that yes this moment is temporary and who knows if ernst and hanschen will “make it”. and yet. everything is so beautiful. also PROOF THAT HANSCHEN ISNT A CREEP OR MANIPULATIVE HE IS ALSO A TEEN BOY IN LOVE FUCK YOU STEVEN SATER

10. Favorite TV performance

always and forever dwsa touch me on seth meyer i have seen it at least two hundred times and i’m not exaggerating

11. Favorite cast member(s)

daniel durant always always always. he is such a talent i’m so glad his career seems to be taking off, he’s genuinely one of the best actors i’ve ever seen in my whole life.

12. Favorite cast member moment

can i say 1st national tour cabaret where the boys performed comet on its way in order to bring up comet on its way again. if not it’s when i gave daniel durant a painting of him as moritz at stage door and i was a shy anxious teen who learned just enough asl to say “hi” and “thank you” and “will you sign my playbill please” and he was SO sweet to me and lovely and he hugged me and i know actors do that kind of shit all the time and i’m sure he doesn’t remember it but it really made my whole life when it happened :’)

13. Do you write fan fiction?

not outside of personal catharsis pieces that have never seen the light of day. i made an aloto/vineyard scene web weaving post though that i do think goes hard

14. Do you make fan art?

i still love the moritz and then there were none piece i did a few years ago but i haven’t done a whole lot past that… that may change though i want to get back into drawing

15. Do you cosplay?

no, but spring awakening costumes have 10000% influenced my real life fashion and hair decisions. lol

16. Don’t do Sadness or Blue Wind?

i just saw this GORGEOUS performance of dds/bw where ilse sobbed through her verse of blue wind and the rest of the cast like gathered around her and slowly peeled away to represent her memory/longing for real connection and the reality of her never really having that at all, and really underscoring that her spoken lines about her new life in the artist’s colony and wanting to take moritz home are just posturing to hide how lonely she is… so right now i think blue wind

17. Word of Your Body or the Reprise?

reprise when it’s done earnestly, but i do really love the lyrics in woyb

18. Touch Me or My Junk?

my junk! i love seeing the different ways it’s staged between georg and hanschen and the girls, plus it’s the only time the girls get to be horny

19. Explain the Song of Purple Summer

it’s a metatextual message from the story of spring awakening to the audience that underscores the themes of open and honest communication being the key to healthy people and relationships, it’s asking the adults in the audience to believe children (when they say they’re gay, when they ask for information and want to be given all of it, when they ask for help and say they want to die), it’s a message of hope to the kids in the seats who relate too much to the kids on stage, telling us that it will get better

20. Explain the Song of Purple Summer (wrong answers only)

horses fuck and have foal babies idk <3

that was very fun thank you for indulging me. if any of mine olde spring awakening/dwsa mutuals are still around please consider this me tagging you <3

[spotsupstuff]

With your meta approach that void fluid should never have been harnessed in the first place, how do your iterators feel about their existences, which rely on it? Do any of them wish to be a part of the Cycle, how many of them wish none of them were ever built? Maybe this question is presumptuous in which case apologies

"meta" sdjklgsdjlgksmclkdsgjk that sure is a one way to call my daring decision to introduce that idea into the world

with the Sparrows' Dad question answered i suppose these questions have been sort of answered, but- no Iterator believes the Void Fluid should've never been found or used. the notion of it sounds silly at best, offensive and idiotic at worst. that whole thought is rooted in some low circles were they manage to still believe in the original religions or manage to cling on to their traditions. the Void stuff is, to a degree, a solid standing point of the Global Religion which is what the Iterators are meant to exclusively work with. anything outside of it is considered nonsense. it's basically like asking one of those toxic Christian people to consider accepting a piece of Hinduism into their faith or smth. it's unthinkable, even though the pagan religions and the Global Religion have a lot of stuff in common as a result of the spiritual being tangible thing to a degree of it being science

like Euros' whole religious journey is one to behold, because it has no business existing cuz of this divide of ideas

he starts off with a really religious colony that looks up to him as an actual god, with the Houses and his first Mechanic cementing this idea of him being a real proper holy being into his mind. then Sparrows comes by and by being so casual and nonchalant about everything she starts making him doubt his status. then she tells him she's a pagan and he ridicules it. one day she complains about her noodles being cold and "Man, would it be cool to have godly powers and just warm this stuff up with snap of fingers" and Euros, with a puffed up chest, exclaims he can do it right there and then

but Iterators don't have any heating stuff in their puppet chambers. so instead he accidentally brain blasts it while he tries to figure out how to use the gravity control in his chamber to generate some heat for this stuff. Sparrows mourns her splattered-all-over-the-place food while he has an existential crisis because yes. he really couldn't warm a single bowl of noodles up. a God would be able to. he isn't a God despite almost a century of people telling him he is

he doesn't tell Sparrows about how fucked up he is over this, just keeps it to himself to ponder while he keeps absorbing the already known information on the Big Question. Sparrows brings a wheel flower with herself one day and well, they are both a lil bit of children on the inside so they fool around with it, Sparrows takes a lil bit of it even though Euros doesn't know how to guide a first timer through such an experience and it ends with her crying her eyes out because it was just too much. she says she will never do this again. he takes an issue with this, because he's worried. he brings it up to her- "don't write it all off so fatally *please,* you know if you don't work on yourself spiritually- who knows what you will end up reincarnated as? that is a path to suffering." and she gets sorta angry with him and tells him that she doesn't care for that. his life mission and she flat out says that. not to be Mean, he knows she respects why he's here, she's simply talking about herself. only herself. "even if you find the solution to the Great Problem, *i* won't be taking it. i don't care for it." is what she essentially communicates with it

and that fucks him up even Further, because at this point they've been dating each other for around 5 or 6 years. he loves her endlessly. he knows she loves him endlessly too (she's already made that trip to Zephyr... went through her first deaths without comfort for the sake of His family that despises her. he doesn't doubt her love for him). but Still. if he does what he is made for, stopping these repeating deaths- which he started to think of as doing for Her sake, after she came back to him from Zephyr all emotional worn out n destroyed because of her deaths- she will not care for it personally

so what is he doing here. he's not a God, if he succeeds in the purpose of his life it won't hold much meaning for the most important person from the people he's doing this for... what is any of this for. what is he for. he's so infinitely smart and he Does Not Know

so one day he asks Sparrows to teach him how to pray. and worship. in her own religion that is supposed to be more or less banned to him by context, the one she doesn't really care to faithfully follow herself

she shows him how to after getting over her surprised and uncertainty (as an Iterator he's not. supposed to indulge the pagan stuff This much. as a man-made "God", he isn't supposed to worship a different God). he asks about stuff and she tries her best to explain from what she does know. then redirects him to her farm district to try looking for more information there, since she's kind of dumb in this stuff

he learns more and comes to the conclusion about the Void and how it would've been better if it was left alone all by himself. would've been better if he and his family never existed. he ponders it a while and then decides to just shrug about it and keep it to himself. no point agonizing about woulds and shoulds. he just has to keep living his life as the best person he can be

so that's the thoughts on that of the only Iterator who ever touched on it

and none of them wish to be a part of the cycle. the cycle Sucks compared to what they have going on (strange immortality and almost complete invincibility). for the most part they are quite content being as they are- giant cuboids in the sky made up of millions of little dudes. only Euros, again, ever ends up wishing he could just Leave himself and one day just die. just like any other victim of the cabin fever

[anika-ann]

Love on the Brain pt 5 - sneak peek

aka you can’t sleep... and you’re not the only one

Warnings: Steve is a sweetheart?? mention of PTSD

You had a half-mind just to turn on your heel, but since you were already here… you guessed you might as well check.

“Jarvis?” you called out lowly, head tipped back to the ceiling. “Is Captain Rogers asleep?”

The artificial male voice responded in an instant.

“Captain Rogers’ biofeedback suggests that he is awake, Agent Jones.”

“Oh.”

Well, that was unexpected. It should be upsetting, making you worry; and perhaps somewhere in the back of your mind, it did. But your heart danced in your chest hopefully, fingers already twitching for a hug, for physical reassurance; and comfort.

“Uhm, J, and is he at his quar-“

The door swung open before your knuckles could as much as graze it, revealing a tall broad figure illuminated softly by a bedside lamp, giving it almost a celestial aura.

“-ters,” you finished quietly, smiling apologetically as you let your hand fall. “Hi.”

The corridor shed some light on his outfit, familiar and unfamiliar at once; a simple white t-shirt with the A.I. insignia which was a size too small for him and a pair of grey sweats, his feet bare. The most familiar thing about him was the gentle concerned expression on his face; and the way your heart sped up at the sight on him, even if hundred times calmer than before.

“Hey Sparkles. What’s wrong?”

Your lips parted, no sound coming out.

Nothing was wrong. Everything was wrong.

As you saw him in the flesh, perfectly fine besides the fact he wasn’t sleeping at this hour, you felt like an idiot for disturbing his peace. You tended to spend a lot of time together, yes, but you imagined that after today, after you were so damn overbearing and emotionally on edge, he would welcome a refuge from you as well. From every reminder of the situation he was in.

But here you were, at almost three in the morning, knocking on his door, because you decided to make your fears his problem-

A warm hand enveloped yours, tugging lightly without a single word; your feet followed on autopilot as he took a few steps back and pulled you to his chest, kicking the door shut. Strong arms enveloped you as if it was the most natural thing in the world and in a blink of an eye, you got exactly what you came for.

The soothing thump-thump of his heart against your temple, tentative fingers caressing your back. You squeezed your eyes shut at the gentle caress, breathing in Steve’s natural scent mixed with the Tower’s detergent, selfishly letting it wash over you.

“GG, I’m sorry-“

“No.”

You swallowed against the lump of your throat, ignoring the flutter in your belly at the strangely kind authoritative tone in a single syllable.

Slightly pushing against him to have him release you – and you already missed his warmth, still feeling its echo since you stood barely a step from him – you looked up, noting one corner of his lips raised in a lopsided smile.

“Jarvis didn’t wake you when I arrived, or did he?”

Steve shook his head, nodding towards his nightstand where a copy of a thick book rested, open, pages down.

“Couldn’t sleep. Thought reading would help, but…” he licked his lips as he glanced above your head, shoulders rising and falling with his sigh. “My head is too loud tonight.”

You smiled faintly at his admission, even if your heart ached. You hadn’t been the first to tell Steve about anxiety or PTSD, but given that in his original century, it wasn’t exactly fashionable to talk about mental health, especially in men, and not many bothered to talk about it with him later on, you introduced him to so much more. You had made a deal with him, promising you’d be there for him if it hit him; and he had stolen your heart that day, already halfway his, when he vowed to do the same for you.

He invited you in despite – or maybe because of – the fact he was struggling too; it seemed both his and your head had the same problem.

“Must be going around,” you hummed empathetically. “I’m sorry.”

-.-.-

They are in love, your honour 🥺

[space-writes]

for the pride asks: 10 (i can't choose a character, talk about any cultural celebrations for pride if they exist),20 and 21!

(for this ask game)

hi fox! ty for the asks~

10 Does your oc celebrate Pride? How?

oooh, you know, i haven't actually worked out any Pride or pride adjacent celebrations for a lot of Valloroth. for me, for them to have that, there needs to have been something to trigger an Original Pride Riot.

closest thing i can think of that currently exists, is Zashi gender celebrations, when they transition, which are just like. big parties. (Zashi can and will take any excuse for a celebration, to be honest)

20 Have your ocs helped you in self discovery? How?

OH BOY. so. not so much the Renegade Prince characters, because I figured (most) of my shit out before I wrote that book, but may I introduce you to one Garaszk D'Marr, LARP OC and protagonist of a comedy-hijink sci-fi adventure novel I wrote many many moons ago? origin of my main blog username (thespacelizard), nonbinary lizard queer and sparkly idiot. beloved menace.

the thing about larp is that it can be a very safe space to try shit out, because everyone is playing pretend and you can take it off at the end of the event.

and then when you realise you don't want to take off the makeup, the character, the pronouns at the end of the weekend, then you are forced to admit that you maybe, might be, a little bit transgender.

21 Free ramble card wee!

OH BOY I'M GONNA POST ALL MY INCOHERENT NAAZGARAN GENDER POLITICS LORE!!

In Naazgarash, the main consideration is around power or percieved power dynamics. Reputation and how you are perceived is very important — being involved with someone ‘lesser’ than you is considered a poor choice or a sign of poor character. If that person is excessively lower on the social ranking it can even become taboo, such as consorting with Zashi.

This, of course, has lead to secret and illicit liasons between higher status Naazgaran infernii and commoners or Zashi. The risk of potentially ruining your reputation is balanced by the thrill of doing something taboo.

In a relationship, the one with more percieved social power should always be perceived to be the 'dominant' partner — being subservient to a lower-status partner is degrading and looked down on

I have EXAMPLES for this shit. behold!

A noble of House Syrren, fourth House of Naazgarash, is courting an un-Housed daughter of a wealthy merchant family. The noble should be the one making all the important decisions, leading the courtship, proposing marriage and suchlike. During the relationship, the un-Housed daughter is adopted into House Orcherial, second House of Naazgarash. At that point, she should now be the one doing all the aforementioned activities.

A commoner from First District is courting a merchant of Third. Depending on the location, the two should alternate who takes the lead in the relationship. The commoner has higher status from their proximity to House Kyvelian and so should lead in most social situations (such as meeting with friends or family). However, the merchant has higher status in business and monetary means, and so should be in control in those areas (such as paying for dinner, organising the wedding)

A noble of House Senwyth, seventh House of Naazgarash, is in a long-term courtship with a noble of House Syrren. The House Senwyth noble is a forceful personality, and takes charge whenever the two are together. The noble of House Syrren is seen as demeaned by this behaviour — the equivalent of ‘being whipped’ in real-world Western society.

Monogamy is the norm in Naazgaran culture, though polyamory is neither illegal nor taboo — just uncommon. It is largely avoided, as it adds additional layers of complexity to the power dynamics. For most, if multiple partners are desired, the structure would be a monogomous main relationship with lovers taken on the side, but not permanently involved.

[hornyblogofhelen]

Damn, maybe I should come up with tags for my characters….

/ although I usually think either within the framework of individual works or in the multiverse and I never touch on things like "oc + canon" (I still don't like this topic much, I'm not a fan of this)

However, after some events, I started to have some thoughts in this regard, and it scares me a lot, so maybe I should introduce additional tags just in case...

It's one thing when you just have an interesting idea, like, "what if I introduce my original character and see how the plot would develop if he were there?" And in a sense it's interesting to see, there is room for creativity here, okay, yes

But there is one drawback:

At some point, your libido may turn on and your brains will unconsciously throw up the "development of a romantic relationship" between your own hero and what already exists. And, let's say, it can also be something interesting, but from that point of view, to see how your favorite character would start behaving if he were in love. But at the same time, you realize that the consequences may not be the best, and in general this should not happen, because your favorite character has his own clear position, which should not be interfered with. You realize what the consequences of this can be, how far it can go, and that it can cause a wave of indignation / condemnation from others, and you will be completely ashamed of what you have done. And it's very scary.

I'm just scared by the fact that this whole "oc + canon" theme causes a lot of contradictions from the original work and your own point of view/installation (I don't know what else to call it).

In part, you resort to this form of expressing love for the character, because you yourself lack love in life, you might not have been given it, and therefore you resort to fantasies about relationships that do not exist in the real world with your favorite character from the work. You just feel an outlet in this hero, you are somewhat similar to him and you want to interact with this in a "multi-faceted mode".

But I don't think you should play with it too often. It can become a habit and you can accidentally make yourself either a fool or a madman, or become an object of ridicule, or just an object of moral condemnation. Although who cares? It would seem, do what you want, but like hell, there's so much of it, it seems like everyone doesn't care anymore, but it seems not?---

I do not know, I just feel like an idiot every time for the fact that some obscenities with "oc + canon" sometimes come into my head (this occurs very rarely, but I cannot deny it). I'm just ashamed of it, I feel disgusting when something like this occurs, I just think I'm not worthy of thinking this way, it's not in my line, I've been burned like this several times, I don't want to get burned again.

Everything in my head should stay in my head and not come out.

[meetcutediaryblog]

I want to submit a story I wrote. It's told admittedly from the perspective of a cis girl, but the love interest is a trans girl like me. I was actually inspired to write the story and start my blog for it and similar stories after reading the original Meet Cute Diary book by Emery Lee. My blog is called "Our Queer Corner", and I just want to submit the story I have on it.

Noël

It was June Graduation Day 2017. I watched as my elder sibling, Maren Lee, walked across the stage. They were followed by a bunch of students whose names I kinda dozed off on… James Lewis, Carrington Malt, Courtney Mayer, Jude McColt, Anthony Meyers, Lucas Mill, Joshua Morris, Emory Muse, Orel Nasser, Samuel Nelson, Alina Nichols, Spencer Norman, Quincy Nunn, and Leona Orkins. But then SHE walked across the stage: Ashley Parker. Ashley wasn’t someone I was interested in; in fact, I didn’t really like her that much at all. But she’d prove more important than I thought.

Ashe and my sibling were good friends. Maren is a bit more of a calm, relaxed type of person, and they don’t mind being away from the action. Ashe, on the other hand, is everywhere: she loves being the center of attention, she’s wild, eccentric, and always peppy, which is probably why I didn’t like her at first. I didn’t know at the time that Ashe had a younger brother - or rather sister. I mean, I took two classes with the girl, sure, but we never really talked all that much, nor did we have any mutual close friends - well, except for one: Coriander Edwards. She was in three of my classes and four of Ashley’s sister’s, and one of those. At the time, Ashe’s sister wasn’t out publicly yet, but she did tell Coriander, and she was introducing herself as female to any new people she met. She wasn’t closeted, she just hadn’t told everyone. Cori, who thought Ashe’s sister and I might become good friends, said to me, “Hey, there’s this girl in one of our classes, maybe you should talk to her.”

Now, anyone knows that you don’t just walk up and talk to someone, it ain’t that simple. So I, dismissively, suggested that she get all of us to meet up somewhere outside of school. Cori, having the nerve that she does, decided to take my sorry behind seriously and got me and all our girls up - and our guy friend, Jude Payne - to meet up at the waterpark that Saturday, along with Maren, Ashe, and of course, Ashe’s younger brother - sister. There were about ten of us: Me, Maren, Cori, Leroia and Larissa McAlister, Sparrow Davis, Hayleigh Johnson, Jude, Ashe, and of course, Ashe’s younger “brother”, Michael Parker.

Without even saying the “b” word, Ashe tried to introduce her sister as Michael, which got shut down really quickly. The sister spoke up quickly, not angrily but rather jokingly, “Ashley, you idiot! My name is Noël!” to which Ashley instantly replied “Girl, you ain’t ever tell me you were ready to come out! I’m sorry!”

Then Noël and I started talking, hit it off, had a lesbian bonding session, and had a fun day at the waterpark.

That’s how I met my wife.

.

[malicemuffin]

I had chapters 1-10 all planned out, but now I'm looking at it again and everything needs to change.

I think I'll talk about my problems out loud on here, even if they are spoilers. Maybe it'll help me push into where I need to go?

This is going to go all over the place, it's mostly for me to think out loud and not for people to actually read lmao.

So I want the first 10 or so chapters to have only Nicoe and Remi in them-- Kaja (the third protag) doesn't show up until chapter 11ish and she is going to change their dynamic majorly. The number of chapters isn't set, it can change if needed.

I'm hoping that the first ten chapters will introduce the readers to the world and also to who Nicoe/Remi are as people.

For the world, I want to introduce:

The idea of the moon cult and how they work. Moon Cult is basically the enemy of arcs 1 and 2, so I'd like them to be introduced early on but not so introduced that they aren't still a mystery. I also want to make it clear by the end of the first encounter with them that the problem isn't the protag being too weak to fight them-- the problem is that the leader is abusing her own people and her people think that this leader is saving them. You can't solve that with fists.

I want to introduce the brewings of the celestial civil war. Orion (and maybe two other constellations) want to either take control or split with the celestial organization as a whole. I don't want to introduce everything going on and why they want to split just yet, but I do want the reader to know this is something happening in the background.

There should be mention of the wider issue with the Planets. It's Celestials versus Planets and the Planets have been winning for most of earth's history and we currently live in a very narrow range of time where it's celestials who finally have the upper hand. However, the Celestials are struggling and buckling over this, and the wars with the planets have also lead to a lot of mass death.

Other stuff:

I'd like the reader to see how Nicoe's powers work and their strengths and limitations.

The reader to see how other Celestials work and just how strong they are.

I don't think I need to introduce my mythology on how the sun, earth, and moon work? But I do want readers to know that the monsters/demons/shards are fragments of a dead moon god (with it sounding natural).

Introduce how infections and lunatics work.

what happens when a celestial's stargem/soulstone/whatever breaks.

I want it to be hinted at that Nicoe isn't a "normal" celestial and that something is clearly wrong with her. For example, it might be introduced at some point that celestials tend to awaken between ages 11-17, but if you do the math you'd realize that Nicoe awoke at the age of 23. Or every other celestial retains their unnatural eye coloring even when out of transformation, but Nicoe's go back to brown. Things that don't pop out but start to add up.

I want the reader to see that Nicoe hides her emotions beneath a veil of professionalism, and also that she has some suicidal tendencies that she masks as heroism. Her desire to be a perfect Celestial often leads her to overextending her limits, getting herself (and the people she wants to protect) into trouble. Her strongest aspect is her compassion and that compassion is often what wins people over.

Remi might seem like a good girlfriend at first but it starts to become clear that she also has like, passive suicidal tendencies, but unlike Nicoe she doesn't actually want to die, she just. Doesn't care about her life all that much. The way she sacrifices herself for Nicoe should come across as unnerving. It should be clear that she's hiding something big too.

--

Okay so like... Originally, this is how it was going to go: First chapter we meet Nicoe who defeats a monster and saves some idiot hikers who got cornered by the thing. Nicoe goes home and gets a letter that Remi and the reader don't get to read most of-- her demeaner will subtly change from excited to very very reserved. Last page will be a small snippet of the letter where we get the hook (?) that she's basically on Disciplinary Probation and if she doesn't clean her act up, she'll be put "back into the cycle". The reader might not know what exactly that means, but judging by Nicoe's reaction it's not good (It's a way of saying "die so that your next reincarnation isn't so terrible") (this sounds pretty harsh but death doesn't mean much to celestials when they just reincarnate all the time anyways).

I think? This is a good setup? The fact that she's hiding this information from her girlfriend, friends, and colleagues should help show her pessimistic attitude (Nicoe doesn't think it's worth trying to work past this because she assumes she's going to fail anyways). Kaja is the one to assess Nicoe later, so it helps to introduce why Kaja comes into play at all. I think also it gives a good mystery-- Nicoe has a month to get the things she wants to get done accomplished until this specific date and time, and hopefully the reader will want to see how she accomplishes everything beforehand.

My problem is that there are a couple of things that I want to do that don't really feel like they take advantage of the setup, but I want to accomplish them before Kaja comes into the picture.

For example-- the moon cult. Remi can't be in the same place as the moon cult for spoiler reasons, so if Nicoe interacts with them, she'll need to do it on her own. I have a storyline that would cover two chapters... But is this really a smart idea to do in the begining where this is like our only chance to see Nicoe and Remi be alone? Shouldn't I be taking advantage of having this dynamic as much as I can?

But I don't feel like I can do these two chapters anywhere else-- Kaja can't be involved, and I want the moon cult to be introduced early on before Kaja comes into play.

There's also the missing girl storyline (for Pandora) that I want to setup, but should Nicoe really be taking time out of her schedule to look at someone right now when she's so close to (what she thinks is) the end...?

...I think I might be able to solve that by making it personal to Nicoe. Pandora has two younger siblings who miss her, and Nicoe can relate to that as someone who watched her youngest sister die to cancer. I think actually it might be a good way to help hint some of that information in early without outright saying anything...

But yeah, basically I want to make sure I'm actually using my time wisely and I dunno if I am OTL

[crypticmedici]

a very mean rebuttal to the mary sue post

So in a desperate attempt to avoid looking my finals in the eye, I was scrolling through twitter and found out that “Mary Sue” was trending over the weekend. And came upon this gold nugget.

I should have left this well enough alone. Honestly. It’s already absurd that this man starts off a thread implying that Bo motherfuckin’ Peep is a Mary Sue. Halfway through reading it, I realized this dude switched the plot up on me to advertise his shitty ghostwriting services, so yeah, I guess he can be happy that this thread was enough for me to write some bullshit about nothing. But meh, I’ve been spending the last week writing in AP style about voter apathy in young voters from my state and how overwhelmingly depressing it is in the current political climate so maybe this was a sign. 

For me to absolutely wreck this man’s shit. I need a laugh.

Some caveats for this post: 

First, sans Rings of Power when it first released, it’s been a minute since I’ve seen any of the media he’s discussing so if there’s anything I got wrong, let me know. Like this man, I also left my brain cells at home. Even playing ground! 

Second, I’ll be sticking to screenwriting since he's focusing on characters from tv and film. 

Third, I’m only putting this on tumblr because I know it won’t get any notes and that way, I don’t give this moron any more attention past my rebuttal here.

I’m leaving his whole thread here in case anyone does has 5 minutes to read a redundant, barely put together frankenstein of an “advice column”. There’s some tweets here and there that I missed but honestly, most of the tweets he has are garbage anyway. But hey, I went through the headache and came out fine, right? He photoshopped the gigachad over his face when I took these screenshots but surprise surprise, it's a white boy with a receding hairline. It’s always the white boys with receding hairlines. Jester! A rendition of “gangsta’s paradise” on your smallest violin!

First, the irony isn’t lost on me from this idiot hijacking a term that originated in fandom and specifically fanfiction writing. 

Jesus, I’m about to date myself. Anyone remember Quizilla? That website was my introduction to fanfic. I wasn’t introduced to shipping though. I was introduced to OC x Canon Characters. Right after, I was introduced to Mary Sues. 

If you read fanfiction in the early 2000’s, you definitely read lots of Mary Sues stories. They’re pretty easy to spot. Mary Sue is perfect, she’s an angel (no really she’s got wings), she volunteers at the animal shelter every thursday, she’s beautiful, she looks like Linda Evangelista, she’s a model- 

What was annoying about seeing Mary Sues in stories though, was how much they took away from either the main plot of whatever show/movie they were inserted in, or made each and every character (whether or not they were in love with said Mary Sue depended on the author) act like completely different people. I would describe inserting a Mary Sue into a fanfic the way I would describe death by black hole. 

Sure, they were annoying to read but like, look, listen. Everyone wants to be or feel powerful. Everyone wants to feel love, to be praised. We’re human beings. And I think a lot of these fanfiction authors that did write Mary Sue stories were pretty harmless. They were writing what they wanted, how they wanted, and exploring the art of writing. What’s not to love about that?

Leave it to dickheads though, to hijack a term from fanfic and turn it into “my peen doesn’t work so I have to resort to insulting fictional women :(”. 

But it’s interesting when we look to the other side of the spectrum, when we look at male writers and what we call male characters that are perfect, strong, dependable, have a 10 inch dick flaccid, the whole nine yards, right. Gary Stus is a thing, yeah, but you know what most people call these male characters? Power fantasies. Just look at this idiot’s next tweets.

I’ll never get this obsession with the Hero’s Journey. You know there’s other structures in place, right? Most film schools teach you other methods because guess what? Some stories won’t fall into the hero’s journey. Wow! What a concept! 

Also, what textbook is telling us the protag has to be weaker than the villain? Where’s this fundamental rule I missed while attending screenwriting class? (I love that he doesn’t use the term antagonist in this comparison either. Who says a story has to have a villain?)

This is a funny comparison to me. Rey’s establishing scene is literally her scavenging on a desert planet and being on her own. Yeah, she might not have technical training on how to wield a lightsaber, but you know what she does know how to swing? A fucking staff.

It’s believable to me that a woman who has spent her entire life fighting for survival can beat the absolute shit out of the entitled pissbaby that is Kylo Ren in the first movie. (Edit 1: a friend reminded me that Kylo also got shot by a goddamn WOOKIE BOWCASTER before this scene too. COme the fuck on guy.) 

Yeah, the fucking writing takes a nose dive in subsequent films because adult ass men can’t be bothered to write a fucking outline for their movie trilogy but that’s just me. Jfc I hate the sequel trilogy (Finn and Rose my loves they did you dirty) but I hate this dude more for making me defend them.

I hate the tone of this tweet. I’m sorry, random dude on the internet, you somehow became the leading authority on how any story starts now? If everyone used this convention, you have to understand how oversaturated the market would become? Hello???

Don’t get it twisted, Rings of Power is a HOT mess. I wouldn’t touch that show with a fucking suspension crane. But like. Look. Listen. 

This moron doesn’t know how to write.

I don’t want to be mean but come the fuck on. You’re seriously not going to look at this scene, of Galadriel (who has spent fuckall trying to find Sauron to avenge her brother’s stolen hairline) with a squad of elves she knows don’t wanna be there, who aren’t on her side, and see that she’s willing to sacrifice whatever it takes (her fellow countrymen or access to literal Heaven) to kill Sauron fucking dead, I don’t know. I don’t know what to tell you. You might actually have rocks for brains. 

Hell, I’ll put my money where my mouth is. I’ve got a screenplay that deals with a similar introduction of the main characters to that of Galadriel. Three necromancers in a graveyard in a post-apocalyptic world get attacked by chimeric monsters and you know how the scene goes down? They wipe the floor with the chimera. Cause you know. Necromancers. 

Adrian the character puts it aptly: 

There’s blood, guts, and death magic everywhere. It’s fucking sick. There’s no risk here to them but guess what I’m trying to do here: the scene is meant to show that the three mcs are both 1) young/immature and 2) deadly. You know what else I’m doing? I’m establishing the world the characters are in is a dangerous, violent place. Contrasting their ease in this first fight to their fights in later “episodes” with alchemists and literal avatars of gods, where they only get out of those situations alive due to intervention from their absent minded mentor, the chimera actually prove to be the least of the main trio’s problems.

Now, I have no idea if the scene from Rings of Power had any kind of thought put into it the way I’ve thought about my introduction scene (I stopped after the second episode) but idk, these types of scenes have merit if you just used your fucking brain, I think. Just because a fight scene doesn’t have any “risk” involved for a character in it doesn’t make it worthless.  

Also I don’t know about you but I would not run straight into a fucking troll. I’d let the bitch gnaw on Henry’s leg too if it meant not having it take a bite out of my ass. 

Don’t they mention that they haven’t seen a troll in centuries during that scene too? I’m sorry, encountering a fucking creature that hasn’t been seen in hundreds of years? And you’re expecting me not to shit my pants? I’m supposed to strike a pose and tell the short haired bitches behind me to squad up? They complained the whole climb up here! Of course I’m going to get my fucking bearings first! 

Anyone in any kind of military occupation (ew) will also likely never suggest you going Leeroy Jenkins on a troll when more often than not, hm, yeah, you’re gonna get eaten. 

You’re never seen combat. Pray you never do. STUPID POINT. MOVING ON. 

Further down the thread, this dude makes more reductive points about storytelling that is probably dryer than the women that have to deal with him on a regular basis. These women are in my thoughts. 

TO MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE PART OF THIS THREAD. This dude’s weird obsession with femininity. 

So this is a segway but this dude’s really weird feminine talk reminds me of a character from my aforementioned screenplay that is the exact thing this guy is looking for in a female character. 

Maria the character (lol) is kind, brave, she wears really cute accessories in her hair, she always gives her support and aid to any that need it, her main priority is her family and she’s the deadliest antagonist in the screenplay. The whole time she’s been playing on the mcs’ (and the "audience"’s) assumptions that she’s a soft cottagecore uwu dream girl and manipulating them, reading the characters’ minds without them knowing to make sure she is always saying the things they want to hear from her. And that’s before she unveils how fucking good she is with spacial magic (basically a portal gun made into a spell) and beating one of the mcs to near death for “picking up the wrong spoon” during tea time. 

At one point I made it so in her backstory, Maria led three separate planets to fucking ruin because she’s the leader of hundreds of cults. These cults are all the same: they believe in only ever being kind and generous and loving your fellow man, but they also believe the same thing Maria does: if you’re not 100% of the time being kind and giving then you’re better off dead. She was killing children for not wanting to share candy with each other before the main antagonist showed up and “redeemed” her. (She was a girl ♪♪ he was a frankenstein human with a god complex ♪♪) Love this journey of a fellow Piscean going, “wait, maybe I can be fixed” and then being made worse. Now she wants to meld the entire universe together into a fucked up hivemind to achieve true understanding amongst mortals. I had to include the “killing children” part because I know some of you mfs would look at this small Mexican woman, with her baby face and flowing skirts and kind voice, and take her side, even as she led you to your demise. Actually, hell, some of you might even excuse the “killing children” part! In my heart I know this fucking dude would fall for Maria’s whole schtick immediately.

(That’s how you write villains btw.)

Anyway, my main point: Femininity is not soft. 

My favorite scene that I’ve written with Maria the character so far is when the main cast realize she’s been orchestrating the end of the world behind their backs alongside the main antagonist. As she’s leaving the scene with one third of the main trio with her (Cora, the one beat to near death over a fucking spoon) and the main antagonist (who is also near death because we like symmetry in this house!), the other two necromancers (Adrian + Maxwell) obviously try to stop her. The way she gets them to let her leave with their companion is masterful. 

Because she doesn’t threaten them with violence, doesn’t hoist their friend up in front of her like a shield. 

No.

She tells them she’s pregnant.

At this moment in the screenplay, Maxwell the character has been heavily relying on religion to grant him comfort from a world where the end of humanity is in sight and he has to see people stop looking like people the more desperate they get. I explore the concept of survival a lot in this screenplay. At the end of the world, what are you willing to lose? How far are you willing to go before you stop acting like a person?

Maxwell, at this point, doesn’t know. He’s terrified about the prospect of it. 

And here? Maria doesn’t even mock him for it. But the way she asks him, forces him to realize he has to decide between the love of a God (because they both know it’s to the death if combat is introduced) and his friend, well, it breaks him.

What an evil bitch. I love her so fucking much.

Femininity is not soft.

And that’s how I know this stupid motherfucker can’t write. Because women aren’t a monolith, the same fucking way men aren’t a monolith. He’s putting very clear misogynist ideals onto these fictional women because what? He has a narrow view of the world and if a woman in a movie or tv show somehow manages to get a sniff of agency (and that’s if the writers somehow manage to rub two brain cells together to even get to that point), suddenly she’s a Mary Sue? 

At this point, what the fuck does this dude want? 

This is literally Galadriel. All these traits and ideals can be attributed to Galadriel too LMAOOOOO

Kinda telling in this freudian slip here, where instead of referring to them as protagonists (which they are in their respective stories), this dude would refer to Galandriel… as the antagonist? The mislabeling, bruv. Muddling terms used as foundation for storytelling just to dunk on female characters isn’t a good look.

Patrick Bateman is an investment banker that kills people. He stabs a homeless man and kills his dog because his colleague’s business card was nicer than his. He is still the protagonist because he is the central character of American Psycho and we are following his story.

I also refuse to believe that the mislabeling is intentional on his part. I don’t think this man has the brain cells to understand themes. Or irony, if that’s his angle here.

Great advice, guy. Riveting. I love that he’s saying this when his occupation is literally a ghostwriter lmao. Think about your job security, guy!

I love the extra heap of irony that he's instead pivoted to writing... a memoir? Why the fuck is a memoir ghostwriter trying to give me advice on how to write a story lol

Hopefully these people are cool with the fact that this dude admitted that he ghost writes for them. I really hope they were told he was going to admit that. Ghostwriting is a fine occupation but people lose a lot of credibility when it’s revealed they have a ghostwriter. Lord knows I’m not gonna trust their advice when they went to this guy to write for them. Oof.

(What the fuck is a memoir mashup. I’m not being facetious here, I actually don’t know what this is. Help?) 

I love that this dude just randomly talks about getting the “strongest possible emotional” response from readers. Then. Shares this screenshot. Of a guy being like, “yeah i bought three copies from you. And a book from a separate author. The separate author mention is the most interesting part of this tweet.”

(EDIT 2: I JUST REALIZED THIS TWEET ISN’T EVEN DIRECTED AT HIM??? I’M SCREAMING, WHY DID HE SHARE THIS IF IT’S NOT DIRECTED AT HIM????????)

Like. My guy. You really think I’m opening my wallet up and… getting advice from you? I’d rather redo coverage of an old classmate’s fantasy screenplay with characters that didn’t have names and instead were referred to as “KNIGHT” or “THIEF” the entire time. They all talked the same. He sent the screenplay as a google doc.

I’d rather do that. 

God, I love when idiots need to advertise their shitty services. 

This added with a gross transphobic tweet that he liked from someone dumb enough to reply in agreement with him, I mean. You know this. I know this. This guy has a receding hairline, can’t get bitches, can’t write, and is releasing youtube videos on how he utilized “cancel culture” and turned it into profit. 

(Yeah, cause getting 10M impressions and less than 10k likes on the start of your thread is really sticking it to the mob.)

He’s a goddamned loser. And not even like… a sexy loser. Like me. I’m a loser. You can say, “Mars don’t say that'', but I literally almost got kidnapped a month ago and the only reason I didn’t is because I told the dudes telling me to look at the back of their car for “cheap designer clothes” that I was actually late for work so I couldn't but “thanks for offering”! Also this rebuttal is over 3k words long. Trust me. I’m a loser. I still get bitches though. They let me hit it cause I’m goofy and forklift certified. 😎 (I have the glasses on because i cry every time I have to use a forklift.)

Writing conventions are conventions for a reason. They’re an establishment. So please, don’t take my proverbial beatdown to heart. (Unless you’re OP of the thread, I hope this makes you cry. <3) For all my bitching, there’s a reason why the Hero’s Journey is still taught in school. But do you have to necessarily follow long established conventions? Nah. 

I would get constant notes from my professors about needing to stick to conventions because it was a good way to tell a good story. And yeah, I semi-agree. But when I would get coverage from my peers, the other students in my classes? They loved the shit out of my stories. They loved the fact that I subverted conventions. Because that’s the type of writer I am. And there’s plenty of writers out there that only write conventional stories, but it’s through their execution that the story still ends up becoming a fulfilling experience. 

For all of my bitching of the writing for these female characters, people still enjoy all the media discussed here. There will always be someone that looks at something you wrote and think, “this is amazing”. I promise you. Even if you’re writing the most cliche story in the world or the most ridiculous out of control story in the world, there will always be someone willing to love your work, exactly the way it is.

There is no right way to tell a story. Don’t let dickheads tell you that there’s a clear cut way to write a story. Not even dickheads like me!

Now go write some Mary Sues, bitch. 

[talesofealdancynedom]

Morgan and Icarus in his Fairy Robes in his natural habitat: spot Easter Eggs for 'Tales of Dreams’ collection!

32. The Lost Journals (chapter 4 - Unbinding 4/6 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.

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By the third day, Morgan was ready to start the module on the original magic users: Mages. Normally, magic-academies tell stories of the grandest possible spells mages are capable of, to scare young wizards for no reason. Had this been any other history class, Morgan’s students would have been told how to identify and persecute a mage; Which is stupid, because mages are normal people, and thus unidentifiable. Therefore, the modern magic institution completely lacked any education on mages, in terms of their purpose and history in the world.

Morgan, as usual, began his lecture nearly quiet as a mouse. He introduced the first recorded mage, from Grand Snow, and then the innovation of gates.

“The first gate was the Dragon Gate. The records of its creation are lost to time, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was an accident; or he was egged on by The Beast Kings. The records recounting the first mage, were generously provided by my friend, and the current mage of Grand Snow, Ouroboros Blacneadre.” Morgan whispered. His class was still, as they tried to hear what he was saying. A hand was risen.

“Why should we care about him? My father says mages are too powerful, and must be eliminated. He said he saw one go dark, and kill his own brother. That he glowed in the moonlight like a grim.” A student touted. “Why, are we learning about them? Because they’re old magic?”

“Yes. This is a history class; We’re learning about old things.” Morgan trembled. He continued to recount the making of all the gates and magic forests. The class was getting the impression mages were meandering obsessive idiots, as they received world maps they had to label and colour before the end of the week. Some students were left questioning their upbringing; Then one of the third years mentioned Morgan and other staff are mages. This prompted many fearful gazes in Morgan’s direction. He stood stiff, and gave a final announcement regarding the subject:

“Violence between magic users is outdated propaganda, as you’ll soon learn when we get to wizardry later. Next week, we’ll cover the invention of wands, followed by the international module!” Morgan wheezed just as the bell rang. When the class filed out, he got a few friendly goodbyes, and some quivering juniors. Morgan felt guilty, wondering if he was teaching things he shouldn’t, or if his students wouldn’t learn because they feared him.

“Icarus, do you think Dominque was right? That this might be a great way to slowly teach people a bout magery? Their faces reminded me of the wizarding counsel watching me in school. Like I’m a hazard. Can I even be an effective teacher?” Morgan whimpered.

“Yes. Yet, you do ramble and are soft spoken.” Icarus said, swooping to Morgan’s wrist. “Maybe we need to show them the wonders of history? Perhaps touching some ancient diaries?”

“Oh, no. I forgot about my research… Edmond’s j-”

“Actually, you have to go home to cook dinner; After library hours, and the staff meeting.” Icarus chuckled. Morgan slouched. Dominque was going to ask him how work’s been going, and he’d have to shrug. Edmonds journals would still have to wait.

The following day, Morgan decided to add a class on how magical records are made and kept. Dominque gave Morgan permission to take his class to the library, where Edmond’s enticing journals awaited translation. Alas, Morgan prepared a selection of journals from varying mages, and wizards, the previous night with Emilia and Delphia. He gathered the originals, and modern translations. Emilia said it put him in a better mood. Morgan hoped that the students actually touching examples, would engage them. But as they sat down at the cherry wood reading desks, a student pulled out a highlighter. Morgan had restored many of these books, and felt a chill rush through him. No such blasphemy is permitted in his library. Morgan instantly spent ten minutes instructing how to properly handle the records as well.

Morgan picked up one of Tiberius’s journals; He was the mage of the gate Morgan now lived in, down the road. He also grabbed one of the previous fey professor’s publications. Over the centuries, Seer’s had preserved knowledge of the whimsical, the exact same way mages had. A relic of magery, like faux Fairy Robes. For people who hated mages, they sure kept copying them. Though Morgan could go on forever about craftmanship, he opted to point out how to read the first page.

“Top corner is page number, middle is the house seal of the writer, beneath it their name, followed by subject, volume number, then date.” He said, pointing out the similarities between the two documents. A few students grabbed some records to check for themselves.

“For your final class project, you’re going to pick a mage, and write a presentation on their contributions to humanities coexistence with magic; Using only the available records in this library.” Morgan added quietly, gesturing to the buffet of literature. “I expect citations, as that is a part of this lesson. Library hours are at lunch and last period.” He added, turning his glance to the back room. His class quietly groaned as they went to the tables to pick a book. The small Eastland girl intently examined one of Helrem’s; The inventor of wands. Morgan shuffled over.

“I’m sorry, those are the originals; They’re a bit… Cryptic. But modern variations exist in common wizardry manuals. He invented wizardry to share his love of magic.” He whispered over the scribbled disorientating riddles of lab notes. The Morgan pointed to the alchemy textbook in her bag.

“Look, they even still credit him as the author. Maybe they forgot he was a mage.” Morgan giggled. The girl nodded. As Morgan made a round, his mind was nagged to the back room. Then a tug on his sleeve; The girl murmured something. Morgan, unable to hear, bent down.

“Why do you keep looking to the back? Are we in danger?” She asked. Morgan exhaled tightly.

“Just new books. We’re covering them soon.” He whispered back.

“So, they’re cursed?”

“No, I just really want to restore and read them; They’re from the Far North of Algonquia, and were thought lost. I’m so excited to work in my field,” Morgan’s voice rose. “Their writer is very important in the history of common-folk, wizards, mages, and fey. Like a few others, I’ve had to infer everything about him, from other works of the same time. I can’t wait to put them together, and share-” He chimed, before stopping mid-sentence. Everyone was looking at Morgan, as if he was giving a speech. Almost a month into the semester, they’d never heard him speak aloud. Adjusting his posture, Morgan gestured for them to continue. But that girl just stared up at him with a gasp.

“So cool. I can’t wait.” She exhaled. Morgan touched his cheek; He had met someone who understood.

While finishing his class, and preparing for the next one, the library phone rang. Icarus picked it up.

“Master Cynedom’s familiar; Afraid he’s busy at the moment.”

“Hi Icarus, It’s Sister Wolf.” Sunaeth started. “Wait, how are you answering a phone if you’re an eagle?”

“Hello Sunaeth, how may we help you? Is your apprenticeship going well? Howling Peaks? We send our thanks for your good word.” Icarus said.

“Yes, about that. The cultural center is getting on my case; They’re nervous having their treasures in a far-off land for so long. Please tell me Morgan is on it? He’s usually fast if I recall.”

“No, unfortunately; Dominque flooded his schedule with responsibilities. Professors have to balance their studies with their students. But he does desperately wish to get to them. Emilia may protest, but I can swindle Morgan easily into staying late, for his favourite flavour of escapism.”

“Awesome. Tell him I said hello, and look forward to those transcriptions and papers in mint-condition! Also, let my siblings Aowreth and Bexfineth know I’m doing great!” Sunaeth hung up. Icarus struggled to put the phone back with his talons.

“Sunaeth says she might retract the records soon. Perhaps we should stay late sir. I could feel your yearning all class.” Icarus prompted. He could feel the excitement fill Morgan’s chest.

During library hours, Morgan helped some students find books, reported those who were getting frisky in the stacks, and prepared the restoration room. He finally had a dedicated room. Adjustable work-bench, climate controlled, good gloves, spare tools, proper elixir stands. When the final bell rang, Morgan locked up the library, and rushed to the back.

As if in a trance, Morgan gently grabbed the first book. Smoothing its weighty but brittle cover. Using tweezers, he opened it, examined the binding, and the nearly translucent lambskin pages. Red ochre ink, blurred woodcut illustrations, and different handwriting between pages. Morgan finally had a new overhead scanner, and back-light, for high resolution scans. This would double his speed at digitizing them. But otherwise, the restoration was done entirely with magery.

Morgan used blood-ink, to inscribe a protection spell on some broadcloth, and pixie-wax adhesive to adhere them. He used small scissors, a scapula, and various awls, to gently unbind the journal, to ensure each inch was assessed and recorded. Morgan then whispered the incantation of reversal. The cover uncracked, regained its plumb hue, and the pages thickened. The spots on the sealskin, and decoration on the cover, returned.  The gold leaf filled, and ink unsmeared, as each piece became perfect. The finishing touch, was gluing the protection tags into the cover and spine, rebinding using traditional methods of the period and region, and putting an in-cover to seal everything. with one last rub of luck-light up the spine, Morgan lifted the book, and flipped the pages to smell the vintage; This book was one of the oldest he’d handled. Morgan scanned the cleaned version for transcribing, and originals for publicizing. After four hours, he felt stomach pangs and heavy lids.

“I feel like I forgot something.” Morgan yawned. With a smile of satisfaction, he gently touched the smooth surface of magnificent codex. The books were getting progressively larger, and he was only half-way threw them. Morgan felt alive with the anticipation of reading them. Then he looked up at the clock, and went pale.

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[the-firebird69]

We ah sue the Olympic committee now

Pursuing them in Utah and salt lake City and for illegal use of an invention they would never certified to use that swimming pool design they stole. They're very unscrupulous the Olympic committee they knew it was stolen and we have it on tape and they used it anyways so I'm going to sue them for stealing the design using it and we're going to sue them for money they made. We're also suing the pool company the manyi pool companies that stole the invention and used it and never paid him a dime. We also Sue anybody who used it in a business and made money from it and we sue them for illegal use.

And it's a lot of money and we're going to do it across the board and it's time to get something out of it because everyone wants people to hate him and there's a lot of people that uses inventions to make money tons of people like Harley-Davidson for instance and all the auto manufacturers and more airlines and airports Police use it for gear. Amusement parks is not even the a big one by comparison include retail stores and his inventions in there and sold them without the rights to patents copyrights on things you s stole. A nice one is tombstone Pizza and his slogan was what would you like on your tombstone, back Daddy said he's been witness the trial and that one be happy to stand up and tell people what they wanted. This is just kidding with the kid has a point what we're doing is so ridiculous he feels like burning the entire town down when that's it and that's what it said it's ridiculous at least one of them okay now we're too march on what to make sure that the stops.... nothing..my point. It's excessive violence with success of pressure successive usage for no reason at all except the pummel selves I want to stop or we're going to start getting review idiots for good.

Any idiot next door says he had inventions so our boy says I don't think so except maybe the urinal that sticks out a little at the bottom more so you're starting to get what he's saying these people are sick and have a teeny little dick I want to feel it because they're doing that desperation thing so I'm ordering things to happen here mac daddy says

And that's my son and mac daddy above and it was long long since coming. You ever heard that forever it's been months and she really needs to do it all the time these people are in his stuff ruining it constantly blaming me our son, they're coming up with maneuvers and telling her son what they are to have him blow the horn and that's it that's what they're doing a lot you can't build all this stuff in like one day so kind of ugly

Introducing these lawsuits and they're going to be huge there's a ton of them we probably have 450,000 lawsuits of this kind on products that did well of his and sue for all of them all every single one of them, truth is Martha Stewart owes him money I won't pay him. Laughed and smiled because he was thinking of other ideas and she made a lot of money and the max came by and stole it and she doesn't really have the ability to pay for what they took that's true she's going into the poor house it's not her fault it's really the max and they're bumbs for what they did. But some people owe money and someone's going to pay him something seriously everybody that ever made a dollar off of cuz it was rude for them to do the first place just as Rude it was for the banks to take money from her. he told her too I'm huge I have a giant army. And who should I make the check out for just take half of what you originally owed and we called her up and told her and she said that's hardly any money at all so that's the money you're talking about and it's called settling out of court. So she knows what would happen to me you send the check and all this warlock will stop it in the mail and get the s*** kicked out of them so it's better if you have the idiot who wants to take your place sendit. She's thought about it said no way and then she thought maybe I should this people suck so bad. Then we start thinking about it this warlock for the world started his life would have been much easier so all the sudden this is yell from them no no no it's like yeah you're an a****** he says it to bja, his response is short and simple he says then you die so I'm going to hit on you bjA I'm going to kill you today you and your mouth. No more ideas for you and your bunch till you pay me what you owe me it's not much money I'd like to see you die on some asinine backwards principle there's a bigger joke than you think but you're wrecking around for a dollar it's like paying you understand. I don't get it and I won't get it pja says. Probably very true we're proceeding now in the issuing it on you vital and got his wife who's actually having this narrated say it is 100 Grand on your head if you know what it means with a wink. And I believe he actually gets it done Luke Skywalker is BG and he burns you in a funeral pyre and you're saying you're a burning Stan but that's not true Stan is the one who grafted to. Obi-Wan Kenobi came back after to do a TV series. Yes you eventually die of course and she owe me money in your f****** loser okay you're a pig just like John Raymond Lord just working for your father and say you're not messing them up enough then other people have to do it and not even noticing tracting it but yeah you have to pay for your stupid mouth and your actions.

For sending an APB out of you now cuz you want to jail as well she's been convicted punta Gorda or taxi or idiots that son was right the whole time I'm tested it too it is testy idiots who are the way of anybody making any money or surviving anyway or doing well in any way it's all you f****** retard f***** so we're going to go after you a lot harder than we were cuz he says it too and every instance is idiots blocking my money and our people are suffering a lot because of these fools the last part is important I'm pretty in my recommendation to Olympus that we eradicate you these are trying to do it the whole time and getting resistance from us but he can't do anything to survive at all because of you and your cadre of retard. Really want to help it was Garth and he gets rejected from everything because of that the max are helping him luckily because of Chris he said that pretty soon he won't be able to do anything or survive he needs you to know how expensive given that information was to you so bent down and said I know how expensive it was but I'm going to help you more because this is impossible these people do this stupid s*** all day long he said that's what I'm trying to tell you.... You get a whole bunch of morlocks to send me checks as other people they want to be they should fight the warlock so we tried that and it works and I can pick them all off as they try to stop the money

You got a lot of money and a hit on BJ's head and a lot of them are coming up now we have hits on them I see it too the whole world is coming alive is going after this losers cuz I heard about martha Stewart, and he was merciful and he was the queen come down and he also said half them with your and then just have some idiots in it maybe then nothing she's a woman that got robbed and she thought it was by Max and then she said who are those people posing as my kids, and people who oppose the behavior so those are aliens they're not your kids she can see I was looking at him and how weird they were behaving and they're promoting the event he says which is usually somewhat of a taboo the queen told her too these people heavy by the neck don't they she said I think so I'm sorry my stuff to support them in this idiot house as they live in and they could have lived there she started to get really mad and said what are you doing here you're taking my things and marking them for sale and then taking my money and they said it's not that long of a process and she said you're taking my money now Chicago cops in and they said these are all warlock all of these idiots walking around buying your stuff mostly and selling it and she said I want them all arrested so you need to arrest all those idiots and what a boon so they take her they're taking her for a ride I don't think that they're actually buying the stuff and they're going to sell it and also he got really mad you said you're running around with this big act to steal her stuff I think they want to sell it like Mass market so they're stealing the original prototypes with the Federal bureau of investigation and they arrested all the people there so go to my dad's funeral for Christ's sake so the clean figured out something the kind of doing this stuff to us and tolerating it in order to bother him

There's a big scam that they were doing they're working both sides of the coin coming in and say they're buying them stuff saying they accepted the money except they weren't really paying any money and they're taking the stuff away and find it in the warehouse they said and what they're doing is stalking it there and yes I can start up for product line again and there's one who's going to imitate her. The sun says is you take the check you send it out but you have the doppelganger send it so they have to get beat up by the people who want to stop the check what you want to send the check because then you're an actual person cuz you morlock can never send me money.

Everybody's laughing no it's risky even dangerous but not really that bad establish a signature and a few other things he thinks it would work cuz a lot of people decide checks and tried sending them and they tried doing it the other way to be them

And yes it cost morelok to fight more luck.

Bitol and Goddess Wife

This is an experience this guy is very hot for them and hates them isn't kept for his whole life find something to ridiculous he finds them to be ridiculous and he puts it in the hat that says who wants to look at this one I know it's not very organized but it can't be and he sent it out and a ton of people came to help me and the rest of these assholes it says it wasn't very random and the queen hates them and the max and she had a whole bunch there different ones from different sons and I figured out something that's how it actually happened so she's helping out and she needs help back we're going to send the armies to get rid of these jackasses we need to now all over her I checked and we said tons and tons of troops Mac is up now finally it's really for me trying to be generous and he said you might get hurt because these people are pigs and stop in the mail then he looked at the scam you don't lock your socks off what these people were doing they're actually not stupid they're going to sell my line. And he said they had you in The melancholy mood and that is the song and they have you in a real dangerous spot and say I have 20 people with a bunch of choppers I went to the saw I said wow that's bad so we cleared them out the rest of them all questioned some escaped, he said I'm so excuse to go to go get a bunch of people and it's illegal for them to do that there are any combatants wants to start doing that and so we got our armies and went after the and fired on them. Who killed them all and the City of bja is asking for it all the time he's constantly at him he's a huge idiot anybody could pick him off all day long and just sit there and bother him and we need to because you need to what the other side is of his order where it goes I'm so tired of hearing about him too his boy this boy not his boy says it every few seconds out of my face bja or else lunch is huge attacks wipes up areas takes it over and stupid a****** is still blabbing

Martha Stewart