#note: if names are spelt wrong. no they aren't

[nonsense-hours]

Deadlands Finale Meta

putting this under a cut because of spoilers for the whole finale episode, but also because i chronically ramble. my Thoughts about the parallels andy made in this episode, the choices certain players made, and the parts that didn't quite add up properly to me

let's start with one of the fun bits: why didn't any of the rings break when their original wielders were killed? especially the ones where the people who would eventually do the tests (say, nate for death) were there? what changed compared to the first time?

it could just be the deadlands, or having all the rings together in victoria's collection, but i think it's the way each horseman was killed. by design of andy as the marshall, each horseman was killed by their own weapon (metaphorically speaking, mostly)

what do i mean by this? well.

War/Benjamin Bellows

bellows' main obsession as a war avatar is with duelling and slaughtering his enemies. who shoot him in the end? nate, the man he killed in a duel, and delacey, the person who duelled through a tournament to get to him. this is also the most obvious point of andy forcing their hand into playing on the horseman's terms - he set it up so they had to compete in the tournament to kill him

Pestilence/Daisy DuCrow

her pestilence domain is shown in a couple ways, but the most important for us are the hole in her skull and her disease transfer machine. the hole, though it lets her poison bobby, also lets silas shoot her. and the machine is used on her client, but also on daisy herself after she dies in order to revive bobby. her death might be by a bullet, but the situation around it is very ironic in nature

Death/M. T. Boudreaux

the most obvious on our list! as a hangin' judge, he hosts show trials and unfairly sentences people to hang. he's also undead. after a show trial where the gang turns the crowd against him, he fails to kill a harrowed and is hung by the posse. hangin' judges literally have to be killed ironically in order to die

Famine/H. Unger

unger's hunger-causing food literally turns people into the cannibalistic faminite monsters, and what stops her in the end? bison billie chewing off her arm after being infected by one of the faminites. she quite literally creates the thing that kills her, and her famine domain is very closely tied to that downfall - if she hadn't been doing it, she would have lived

Conquest/Victoria

obviously they don't attack her before breaking the other rings, but it's worth briefly noting here that the bounty hunters do very much follow her domain, by killing the other horseman and stealing their power - they're really just conquering the domains of every other horseman for themselves

... moving on

ok! now that's out of the way, we get to the actually interesting bit: what's changed the second time? if the posse didn't defy the domains correctly the first time, how did they definitively do it in the finale? here's how:

Garnet vs Famine

the garnet/famine connection is overall a bit weird to me, but she does prove in her section that she can exist without magic - the "something more" that victoria says she's hungry for - by defeating the ghoul on her own. her leaving the deadlands at the end of the episode also arguably shows this, as she's more powerful there than on earth but leaves nonetheless. not much of a betrayal of "famine" in unger's sense but certainly of how victoria describes her

Nate vs Death

in terms of this.... theory? meta? nate is perhaps one of the less strong points, but his scene with delacey does show him not only overcoming the darker parts of his harrowed nature but also actively threatening to shoot himself. compared to the hangin' judge's obsession with his own righteousness and immortality, it certainly feels like nate is breaking victoria's description of him "overcoming death". he might be undead, but nate very much sees the value of mortal things like a life (and money)

Edie vs Pestilence

my favourite segment of the finale! edie is tied to pestilence by victoria due to her grief, which is like a festering disease or infection. and her segment definitely reflects her growing past that - edie being stuck in a memory, trying to protect a brother who already died, literally hurts both edie and the people around her (garnet). it's only when she puts eddie to rest and looks past that "pestilence" of grief that she can go back to helping the people who matter _now_

Delacey vs Conquest

this is a really nice character moment from delacey, and unlike the others, it seems to be almost entirely on the player rather than andy as the marshall. first, note that delacey's linked to conquest because of his violent & competitive streak, which is especially obvious in dead man's worth. he tries to pull his gun on victoria at the beginning of the episode, and he's previously joked about trying to gain supernatural powers like those nate/garnet possess

but when faced with opportunities for power (victoria's offer) and violence (nate attacking him, harmless victoria), delacey doesn't take them. he's the one who wants to kill victoria, he sits down and lets nate slash his chest open, and he reluctantly lets victoria live even though he desperately wants to see her dead. he denies again and again the option of violent conquest like the kind she encourages.

Re: Silas

... and then there's Silas vs War. or rather, there isn't. because as far as i'm concerned silas doesn't ever get that moment. when face-to-face with bellows (which i also find weird), silas accepts bellows' terms and plays by his rules. they duel, just like delacey & bellows did the first time, and silas shoots his neck (familiar, again), and then he angrily kicks bellows into the wall. there's no denial of that anger victoria saw in silas, no denial of bellows and his methods

compared to his big damn hero moment against boudreaux with his lawman's gun, this just felt weird. and that could just be me overthinking, or the dick bit getting in the way of roleplay (not the first time), or andy not finding another way for silas to "face" war in the finale, but what if it's something else?

silas is initially very quiet in the discussion about victoria's proposal (alongside garnet, who seems more interested in getting the rings' powers than anyone else), and happily admits to her appraisal of him. bellows is also the only one of the horseman who wasn't obviously supernatural in his first appearance, and the only one who comes back physically "alive" in the finale (because he's in service to victoria). through this lens, it feels like there's something very clearly different about silas and bellows than about the other members of the crew.

maybe that's on purpose. maybe silas only really stopped benjamin bellows, and not the horseman of war. would certainly be cool if silas Changed next season :)

(or maybe it's just a writing choice i don't like and i'm going to write an alternate timeline fic about it <3 you never know)

tldr;

the horseman can only be beaten properly when the "new horseman" proves victoria wrong, but silas didn't, and wouldn't it be nice if that paid off somehow

[reallyromealone]

I am very sad.... (◞‸◟) This because you do not have a masterlist for Yuri on Ice. I love your child fic's ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- , and I want to request can you make omega child reader with Victor and Yuri? (Sorry if I spelt the name wrong)

Title: fight

Fandom: Yuuri on ice

Characters: Viktor, Yuuri, Yuri (mentioned)

Fic type: omegaverse

Pairings: viktuuri

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child reader, Omega reader, omegaverse, slight angst

Notes:

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Viktor and Yuuri ended practice early, walking into the school seriously and still in skating gear on Yuuri's end, his skates and bag over his shoulder "who attacked our son?" Yuuri seethed, the Omega scanning the area to spot their seven year old sitting with a bruised cheek and muddied uniform, across was a young alpha boy of the same age who looked worse for wear, uniform messy and muddied and a grimase on his face.

Viktor watched Yuuri go mama bear while he went to check on their pup, the young Omega upset as his papa checked him over "you're little hellion attacked my son!" The Alpha boys sire screamed angrily and Yuuri turned his attention to the other, an alpha woman and beta husband "I want to see the camera footage" Yuuri snapped before the Alpha could scream any further.

"N-now..." The principal tried to calm the Omega "no no, my son doesn't just hit other kids, he knows better now show me the footage" Yuuri snapped and Viktor lifted his tiny pup into his arms, the boy silent as he clung to him.

The parents watched the footage intently, little (name) was minding his business with a few of his friends, the boy and the others were really interested in pokemon cards these days as Viktor always got him a few packets when shopping.

Then came a group of boys, the ringleader being the little alpha, (name) seemed confused as the Alpha boy tried to rip off his collar only for (name) to push him back to keep him at a distance, the Alpha boy growing angry and punching him while screaming something the parents weren't privy to as there was no audio.

"We will be pressing charges" Viktor spoke up, staring at the principal and parents seriously who looked horrified "unless your son formally apologizes, you all get therapy and there will be class transfers on your son's end" Viktor was a reasonable man, the others nodding aggressively with panic as there wasn't a family in the area who didn't know about the skating couple.

(Name) Was quiet on the drive home, Yuuri worried as be held Viktors hand and the two glanced at each other.

"Sweety, do you want to talk about it" Yuuri asked as he sat with his pup, the boy fidgeting and refusing to make eye contact "he said... That I'm just a worthless Omega... That papa only married you because omegas were stupid..." Yuuri remembered seeing the rest of the video as Viktor threatened the parents, (name) lunged at the boy.

"You know that's not true, right?" Yuuri whispered softly and Viktor came in with some hot coco, marshmallows and all for the boy "I know... I was just mad"

"Well we aren't happy that it got violent but I'm glad you stuck up for yourself, my smart wonderful little omega" Viktor kissed the boys forehead and (name) huffed "whatever..."

"You're sounding like your uncle now!" Viktor teased as the family turned on a movie, Yuuri going to get the boy some ice from his swollen cheek, just wanting to care for their pup.

[russellsppttemplates]

Mick always holding baby Aurora (i think i spelt her name wrong😭) during his meetings and interviews cause he loves watchign everyone melt

Note: it's Aurora, yes! I use Rora a lot, I noticed it last week that I use the nickname more than the actual name

"I can take her", Mick said as you tried to figure out the schedule, "ugh, they said I'd only be needed back next week, and no one ele can take her - I can cancel my appointment, though", you mumbled, grabbing your phone to call the clinic.

"Liebling, Y/N, hey! Hi", he smiled as he held your free hand, "Aurora has a father whose job isn't so strict to the point of not being allowed to take her with him, so I can take her tomorrow. You've been waiting for that appointment for a long time, who knows when they'll have openings again?", he reasoned, "Rora is coming with papa to the factory!", he smiled.

On the next morning, Mick and Aurora Schumacher walked into Brackley, and since he only told the people who would be in the meeting, the receptionist was the first to coo at the sight of the baby buggie he was pushing, "is it bring your baby to work day?", she smiled, "Rora is starting to learn her ways around motorsport, aren't you?", he said as she woke up, looking around and taking all of the building in.

"I just need to rock her to sleep, you can carry on", Mick said once the baby started fussing, getting up and walking along the room as they discussed something about the side pods, "I think this is good and we should test it out", one of the engineers said as he smiled down at the sight of Mick patting the baby's back to soothe her back to sleep, "I'll be able to test it out whenever you want then", Mick smiled.

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"We have a little guest today, don't we?", Ted said as Mick showed up to their interview with his daughter on his hip. Now that she was a little bit older and you felt this interview would be safe, you allowed Mick to take the little girl with him, the noise cancelling headphones on her head protecting her ears as she smiled at the older man.

"Yes! Aurora wanted to see everyone, she was getting a little restless so we thought she could come and see you and the fans!", Mick said as he kissed her cheek, "well, it's a very cute guest and the fans seem to love it", he said as a few people walked by on the side of the paddock that wasn't separated by guards and the barriers.

"Well, do you think your father's car has winning potential, Miss Aurora?", he pretended, approaching the mic carefully to her as her hands started playing with it, "seems she is a little more interested in your mic", Mick smiled as Natalie approached them.

"Aurora, if your father always brings you to interviews, I won't be able to do anything because I'll just be distracted at your cuteness", Ted smiled as he saw her wave the mic at someone behind him, "it's Aurora Schumacher! Hi darling!", Natalie said as your daughter showed her the similar mic, "it's the same, isn't it? We're matching!".

(Thank you for submitting an ask ✨️)

[lost-where-the-forest-would-grow]

Music Rambling #4

I figured it was probably best for everyone if I learnt how to use paragraph breaks this time. Previously avoided because didn't want to type out more than a paragraph per piece but it turns out I suck at brevity. Enjoying having readable paragraphs before every one of these turns into a 400 page essay. Turns out it's actually hard to try condense my thoughts on a 40 minute long 5-part symphony. I've also added lengths to all the pieces because there is a such a wide range here.

Iesu/虻瀬とテナテル by abuse-ken ~5 minutes This was a recommendation by @aroace-poly-show. There are three versions of this apparently, the original, a remix, and a cover by vflower. I particularly like the piano motif in the original, and the point comes back in with the bass is particularly cool. There are a few very nice cutoff points, one of which the vocals are dropped 2(?) octaves. The remix has a more dense and rich texture but does loss some of the nice rhythms of the original. The final chorus in the remix is particularity powerful, although the original still has it very strong. They are both strong in different aspects and I'm not entirely sure which one I prefer. I don't really know vocaloid enough to comment on the differences with the vflower cover. It sounds a little less shrill to me and generally articulates better, although sounds a bit odd in the higher register (?). The better articulation does give a bit more color I think but I really don't know enough about all of it. I don't particularly understand japanese at all, or the lyrics even after reading the translation but I think I gathered enough to understand and it's sort of what I expected. From the pieces I've heard by Abuse-ken I get the feeling they quite like the repetitive almost circular melodies, something that can get fairly repetitive and dull if done wrong. They however do it very effectively and seem to lean into it a lot with the rest of the arrangement. This style fits very well with the themes of what I can gather from the lyrics and is something they pull of well.

Ralph Vaughan Williams - Symphony no. 7 - Sinfonia Antartica ~42 minutes I saw this one on the shelf and decided the name seemed to cool not to take it. Definitely worth giving a listen to as a piece and glad I found. Apparently it's spelt like that because it's the Italian spelling, although I have no idea why Vaughan Williams put the title in Italian. Maybe just to sound kind of fancy. It's a large 42 minute orchestral piece broken into five movements. It's a fairly large orchestra and happens to have an additional SSA choir, with each movement having unique text in the program notes. The texts are from various different place, such as plays, poems, the bible and Captain Scott's last journal, the captain who lead multiple voyages to Antarctic. If you aren't familiar with the second trip Captain Scott made to Antarctica then all you really need to know is it didn't go well due to bad weather and failing to be retrieved by the ship that was to pick them up.

The first movement is very nice and there is some really nice use of celeste, glock and xylophone to create some nice textures. Additionally the use of the choir and soprano soloist to simply add texture by only singing 'ahh' rather than any distinctive words really adds to the effect here. The second movement is a scherzo, and once again uses the extended orchestra and percussion instruments to great effect, particularly with some nice polyrhythms in there to get the texture nice and thick. The third movement is wild. The title itself, 'Landscape: Lento (slow)' is already very evocative of the harsh environment of Antarctica. All the slow moving lines that slowly go in different directions in some of the more dense choral sections are very cool, and the organ solo towards the end is phenomenal, something that would be far more power in person with the full effect of an organ. There is no break between the third and fourth movement. Nothing really unique to comment on this one but it's very good and plenty of nice melodies and textures here. The final movement was far more explosive than I was anticipating, particularly knowing how Scott's story ends and reading the text that goes along with this movement. The return of the choir singing without words is a very nice touch. The choir and the wind machine in combination is such a fascinating sound and not one I've ever seen written into music like this.

Overall an incredible piece really. It so vividly paints the harrowing and frigid scene of Antarctica. Would recommend sitting down with headphones and listening, perhaps reading up on the text that goes with the pieces and some of the history behind it because it really adds an extra layer of the depth to the music.

Tolga Yayalar - Nell'estate un paradiso, nell'inverno un INFERNO (after Vivaldi) ~ 11 minutes Following the previous symphony, I was reminded of this piece I remember hearing a while back. The title translates to "In summer a paradise, in winter a hell". It's fairly recently and is arranged for four string quartets in different locations around a room, for extra spacial sound details that are unfortunately lost somewhat on a computer. This piece is to describe the harsh and cruel landscape of Antarctica in the winter. The piece uses motifs from Vivaldi's famous four seasons, specifically the winter movement. However instead of the luscious harmonies and generally more bright atmosphere Vivaldi brings, the piece here quickly deteriorates. All sorts of extended techniques are used to pull Vivaldi apart into this harrowing soundscape, that at many points is barely more than white noise. The intro I think is one of the most hard hitting parts of this piece really but there is some nice other stuff towards the end. The piece has really fallen apart so much by then that it almost looses the strong effect the start had I think. A very strange piece however and a good example of the stark difference between Vivaldi and contemporary classical music.

Samuel Barber - Piano Concerto Op Op.38 ~26 minutes Very excited for this one. Been big on Samuel Barber binge recently and was very excited to learn that he wrote a piano concerto. Immediately some odd things on the score. Trumpets are above the horns and the horns are written in alto clef? The score I have is in C, yet still uses the traditional notation of not giving the horns a key signature, despite being written in the 60's. I believe this is the original publisher, and I assume first edition so no idea what is up with that. The english horn is also written in alto clef which is odd by not entirely unusual, less than the french horn anyways.

The first movement is fine really. Didn't particularly grab me and I thought starting off with a mini-cadenza is odd. Some of the phrasing just didn't feel right and at one point I just forgot it was a piano concerto with how long it had been without the piano doing anything notable. I know part of that is just the style of the piece but didn't care for it regardless. The second movement is great. The slower pace and sparse texture was extremely well managed and it's very nice to listen to. The second is easily the best movement of the three here. The final movement is also very strong, although didn't capture me as much as the second. Manages texture and colors very well and the 5/8 rhythm was very cool. The section with xylophone and clarinet was particularly interesting.

Overall was a nice concerto but not one I would be desperate to see in person, particularly not with the huge amount of piano concerto repertoire from the era that I believe is far stronger. As a side note the book smells extremely old, much older than 60ish year it claims to be. Oldest stamp I can find in the book is from 1965 and piece was only published in 1962. Very interesting though.

[imachildprodigy]

Amortentia | Draco Malfoy

includes: draco malfoy x fem!reader, light smut near end, reader is besties with the golden trio, slytherin reader, witchcraft, potions, romione mentions, hinny mentions, professor slughorn!

authors note: i realised i’ve spelt amortentia wrong in the actual writing so apologies!

word count: 4k+

Despite it being absolutely rigid, the sun's beaming rays of light certainly made the sharp rooms of Hogwarts much more bearable. For example, breakfast had been simply delightful; with a warm meal and a hot drink, as well as light shining through the clear old-fashioned window panes of Hogwarts. But of course, this enjoyment was short-lived, with classes beginning sharply at nine in the morning. The dirty dishes in the Great Hall vanished suddenly, signalling that it was time for students to begin making their way to classes.

However, you and Hermione decided to be much more organised this morning. Five minutes before the dishes were usually cleared at eight forty-five, the two of you left the Great Hall; with of course Harry and Ron asking where you were going, to which you simply replied with 'to lessons', you and Hermione had began gathering your necessary equipment as well as books. Usually, everyone left when the plates were cleared, which left a huge predicament with the hallways suddenly being overwhelming crowded by students attempting to get to their lessons.

Although you were a Slytherin, you got on well with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You had received a lot of odd stares from fellow Slytherins the past couple of years, yet you hadn't mind. Pansy had gotten along with you well, as well as many of her other friends; which was convenient. However, you spent much of your time with the Golden trio, and you were glad you did. It wasn't like you hadn't enjoyed the company of Pansy and her friends, they were just a lot more judgemental and more snobbish then you would've liked them to be.

You and Hermione had just arrived at the Potion's classroom, when you just began to hear the faint buzzing of the other student's in the corridor. "Ah! Well you two are here early, aren't you?" A man, which appeared to be in his 60s spoke, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Yes, I suppose we are Professor," Hermione spoke, smiling politely, as to which you followed. "Right erm, I'm sure I'll learn your names as the lesson goes on. I'll introduce myself when the others arrive. Just stand behind that table over there, won't you?" The two of you curtly nodded your heads, before wandering over to the table, which was laid with vials of colourful liquids, as well as various rustic pots, and herbs and somewhat important ingredients.

"I'm sure that's Professor Slughorn, apparently he used to teach back in the 70s," Hermione whispered. "Yes, I'm pretty sure he is as well. Remember Harry discussing his trip with Dumbledore?" You murmured. Hermione nodded. "If Professor Slughorn has studied the potions curriculum carefully, then right at this moment we should be learning about Ammortentia, the love potion." You only rolled your eyes and shook your head before smiling. "He shouldn't trust a bunch of teenage girls with a love potion in the same room. It's a recipe for absolute disaster." The brunette girl only covered her mouth and giggled slightly, before the Potion's classroom was suddenly bustling with classmates.

"Right right, hello all! If you could all just stand behind the table to where those two young ladies are standing please!" Of course, Slughorn's voice was drowned out by the volume of your classmates voices, however they all seemed to absentmindedly follow his instructions. Potions was one of those classes which the Gryffindors and Slytherins took together; which for friendships like you, Harry, Ron, Hermione worked out perfectly for. However, it wasn't so great with the two houses being rivalry of course. Although, recently, the Gryffindors and Slytherins hadn't been minding each other too much lately.

"Ugh," Hermione groaned, before you snapped your head towards her. "What's wrong 'Mione?" She rolled her eyes. "Him." You followed her gaze to a familiar platinum blonde boy; Draco fucking Malfoy. Merlin. As much as you hated that boy yourself, Hermione and Draco's history was far worse than yours and his, so every time you did your best to try to calm Hermione down. "Look 'Mione, he isn't going to bloody do anything. If he does, I'm sure Professor Slughorn will hear about it." Hermione puffed a sigh out, but nodded. Hermione was looking down at her Mary Janes, when you caught the gaze of his silver irises. You narrowed your eyes, as to which he scoffed, and rolled his eyes.

Slughorn had closed the door behind him, before clapping his palms together, to which everyone perked their heads towards him. "Right, now, I'm assuming that's everyone. Before I can begin today's lesson, I'm Professor Slughorn. I can assure you that I've probably taught your parents if you're a pureblood, or halfblood!” Slughorn chuckled awkwardly. "Now, I hope everybody has the necessary equipment and books for today's lesson. If not, please go over to that cupboard over there and select a book and quill if you need one." Around three or four students sauntered over to the mahogany cupboard, and each selected a rather dusty, well-loved, Potions book, before returning to where the rest of the students were standing.

"Right, now that's in order, please flip over to page thirty-four and thirty-five in your Potions book. These are the potions we shall be discussing in todays lesson. If-" "Sorry we're late sir!" Harry panted, alongside Ron. Slughorn turned around, perplexed at first, however his face eased quickly once realising who it was. "Oh, Harry my boy! I'm glad you could join us, please stand behind the table and take out your Potions book." "I'm afraid we don't have any books sir," Ron replied, clenching his jaw. "Ah not to worry, there should still be a few books in the cupboard over there." The two boys nodded, heading over to the cupboard

"Right now, page thirty-four and thirty-five please! You will see here that the first potion listed is Ammortentia." Harry and Ron rushed beside you, quickly flipping to the page requested by Slughorn. "I thought you had a free period," you mumbled. Ron groaned quietly. "I know, however McGonagall made us go to lessons anyway." You shook your head in a polite reply, before reading the paragraph written about Ammortentia.

Amortentia was the most powerful love potion in existence. It caused a powerful infatuation or obsession from the drinker. It had a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rose from it in characteristic spirals.

"Now, as you can see, a love potion such as this is quite powerful, but also dangerous. Of course, a potion such as this doesn't create real love, but rather obsession instead," Slughorn taught, his voice booming; echoing off the stone walls. "Could anyone possibly elaborate on this potion?" Hermione's hand shot up immediately. "Ah yes, Miss.." His voice faded off, as he realised he hadn't known her name. "Granger sir." Slughorn nodded. "As you've said earlier Professor, this potion is extremely powerful, in fact it's the strongest potion in the world." "It also smells differently to each person, according to what attracts them." Slughorn smiled gleefully. "Absolutely correct Miss Granger, well done. Would you be so kind as to come up here and tell us what you smell? I have the potion right here on this table." Slughorn reached over and removed the lid from one of the pots, revealing a beautiful dark rose colour.

Hermione nodded, bravely treading up towards the potion. "Bet she smells rats or some shit," Draco whispered rather loudly, earning a chuckle from the surrounding Slytherins. "God, If I had the chance to hex the living-" You stopped Ron's voice by clasping a hand over his mouth. "Yes yes Ron, we know." Rolling your eyes. By now, Hermione had leaned over the Potion, a sudden look of alert on her face. "Well erm, I smell freshly mown grass, new parchment and erm- spearmint toothpaste." Hermione had turned white, and your jaw dropped. You looked between Ron and Hermione frantically, and so did Harry. Hermione had clearly noticed, however Ron was clearly clueless.

"Very well Miss Granger, you may return to your spot now." Hermione gulped but complied, her face as white as snow. "Merlin, 'Mione," Harry mumbled. "Just shut up," Hermione groaned. You and Harry looked at Ron expectantly, but he was clueless, engrossed in the Potions book. Lavender was looking at the ginger boy beside you longingly, and you knew exactly what she would've been thinking; this was a perfect opportunity.

"Right, right. As I'm sure you all can see, by Miss Granger's example, the potion clearly differs from each person. Now, I'd like for you all to smell the potion, to compare it to Miss Granger's answers, and of your peers. Please line up behind this young lady here," Slughorn instructed. One by one, the Gryffindors and Slytherins were lining behind Pansy, buzzing with excitement, although there was an evident tension within the room. "Quiet down! Quiet down! We must hear everyone's answer! Let Miss- erm-" "Parkinson" Pansy filled in. "Right, yes." Slughorn corrected. "Yes, Miss Parkinson, if you please." Slughorn motioned towards the rustic pot which had contained the potion.

Pansy allowed herself to bathe in the scent, her face twitching curiously as to grasp what exactly she was smelling. "Well, I think I smell some mint, and maybe.. There's a really faint scent, that I can't seem to grasp exactly, but it smells as if it might be some type of cologne?" Slughorn nodded understandingly. "Interesting Miss Parkinson, if you could just stand over there that would be lovely."

It went like this for a while, before you, Ron, and Harry were left. But, before your turn could finally come, there was a clear obstacle in the way. The same platinum haired boy that you and your group seemed to despise. "Ah! Don't tell me your name, you are the spitting image of someone I used to teach!" Slughorn ejaculated excitedly. "Right yes.. Is your father Lucius Malfoy?" Draco nodded awkwardly. "Ah yes! Your father always had potential. As did your mother, who I'm certain is Narcissa Black - well, now Narcissa Malfoy." Draco only gave another rather awkward, embarrassed nod.

"Right now, if you please." Slughorn once again did another motion towards the cauldron which contained the potion. Draco leaned forward, giving a short smell of the Ammortentia. "Floral perfume," Draco spoke, his voice slow with concentration. "Coconut shampoo, and strawberry lip balm." Your eyes widened as you suddenly became aware of the strawberry lip balm in your pocket. But no, lots of girls wore strawberry lip balm, coconut shampoo, and floral perfumes just like you. "Fascinating, next please!"

Draco sauntered away, face oddly paler than usual, and he seemed to be deep in thought, and his responses were clearly delayed when his friends attempted to talk to him. Harry was next. "Harry my boy! Please, tell me what you smell!" Harry awkwardly smiled, but did so. "I smell, treacle tart... A- broomstick handle? And erm... Something flowery?" Usually, you would be livid over this. The answer was obvious, Harry knew it, and Ron seemed to know it as well. But for some reason, your gaze was still trained on Draco, watching his eye twitch, and his jaw clench as he seemed to stare at the cobblestone floor.

Harry maladroitly ambled towards Ron; whom was glaring at him. "So, do you have any bloody idea as to who you smelt?" Ron grunted, aggravated. Harry shook, his cheeks turning to a rose colour. "We'll talk about this later," Harry sighed, scurrying away from Ron. Ron only glared at him once more.

"Erm, excuse me. Miss?" Slughorn asked, attempting to get your attention. Your eyes shot up, you immediately felt your cheeks burn to a rose colour as you admittedly zoned out watching Draco Malfoy? Merlin, had you stooped low. "Sorry Professor Slughorn. Erm, I seemed to have zoned out. Y/L/N." You replied, rather quickly than you would've liked to. "Not to worry, Miss Y/L/N." You took the chance to stroll over to the table, to the pot.

Embarrassment flooded your cheeks, and you had no idea if anyone had caught you goggling at Draco.

Just now you realised how gorgeous the potion had looked. It was a shimmery rose colour, with a few golden specks in it. You leaned forward, allowing the scent to fulfil your nostrils. At first, there was no detectable scent, so you leaned in more until- oh my god. Mint, cologne, and hair gel. It was almost the same as Pansy's, and the hair gel was such a huge giveaway. You knew you had to make something up immediately, or else others would become suspicious.

Well, if you were thinking correctly, you'd have to randomise the scents, however not to base it off of somebody else.

"Honey, tea, and grapes." You said, plainly. "Interesting Miss Y/L/N! Next! Oh our last student! Yes, Miss Y/L/N just stand over there where everyone else is." You slowly made your way to Hermione. "Honey, tea and grapes? Who on earth could that be?" Hermione repeated. "Erm no idea," you replied, your eyebrow twitching. "Ah Rupert! I believe we've met earlier!" Slughorn announced, excitedly. The red-haired boy only smiled, awkwardly. "Rupert? What on-" Hermione began, before you shushed her. "Just go with it," you replied. Ron's lanky figure approached the caldron, and he basked his face in the undefined scent.

"Well I kind of smell my mother's cooking, as well as bacon," he began, before sighing. "And Hermione's perfume." Everyone went livid. Slytherins began to laugh so hard, that one actually banged their head against the stone pillars. Ron went red immediately after he realised what he had done. Draco snickered, and Hermione only turned pink with embarrassment. Harry's jaw dropped to the point where it was practically on the floor, and your face only blew up in shock.

"Well, you seem to be the most honest." Slughorn chuckled. "Silence everybody please." It took a moment for the class's laughter to die down, but it did eventually; however Ron and Hermione were still rather pink in the face, while Lavender suddenly seemed to be irritable. "This has obviously seemed to take up a lot more time than I would've expected, however not to worry. Next lesson we shall be attempting to brew Felix Felicis, otherwise known as Liquid Luck." Slughorn grabbed a small beaker which was placed on a stand, which had a light golden colour. "That I had planned for this lesson, but it shouldn't be a problem. Now," Slughorn looked down at his gold pocket watch which was held in his hand. "We are running a bit over time, so you all better get to your next class quickly, class dismissed!"

To be honest, you were too focused on teasing Hermione all day to even notice Draco's endless cold gaze on your figure. You had completely forgotten about that incident from earlier, and was only focused on the incident of the accidental honesty from Ron. By dinner, Hermione had finally given in to discuss it with you; as she had been completely engrossed in her work to somehow forget about it. Others had clearly not forgotten; the Slytherins from potions class snickered when Hermione sauntered by, Harry and Ron always seemed to be in sudden deep conversation, and word to the seventh years had clearly spread like wildfire.

"It's silly really, why did he have to be that brutally honest?" Hermione giggled, dropping her fork onto her plate. "Listen 'Mione, you know Ron doesn't always think straight. He's not as intelligent as you," you replied. Hermione blushed. "But honestly! Anyone with half a braincell wouldn't have said that." "Yeah well, makes sense. He doesn't have any," you giggled. Hermione plastered a serious look across her face. "That wasn't funny," she replied. You copied her serious expression, before the two of you bursted out laughing.

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　° A Little Later ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

You sighed heavily, gazing at the large grandfather clock next to the Slytherin common room's fireplace. In your right state of mind, you would be ashamed at what you were doing. Usually, you wouldn't be studying late at night; as you had such a grasp on time management skills. Plus, having Hermione Granger as your best friend provides such great benefits. At this moment, you had three teacups laying in a small table and leather chair in the corner of the common room, with notes, and books strewn all across the table.

Everything you knew about organisational skills had somehow melted entirely from your brain, although it hadn't matter. For a Monday night, the Slytherin common room shouldn't have been this empty, especially since it was only eleven; which was still rather early considering the times Slytherins usually go to bed. However, Monday's were usually draining, and perhaps everyone had decided to retire to their dorm rooms for the night.

You had actually already completed your homework for the week with Hermione just before dinner, however you supposed adding a few notes and re-checking your work couldn't have done any harm. To be honest, you weren't too tired, and you were restless when you tried to go to bed, so you got up. You contemplated visiting Hermione and the others, but the Gryffindor common room's password was always changing, and besides, you never know if Hermione is up late reading or going to sleep early.

You felt a sudden presence in the room, and at first you hadn't thought much of it, until you saw the shadow approaching you in the faint candlelight. For Merlin's sake, it was him again. "Jesus Christ," you muttered under your breath. "Who's Jesus Christ?" Draco asked, his eyes red, his lips puffed, but his face pale nonetheless. Of course, he didn't know about muggle religions. "It doesn't matter. But Draco, do you need anything? Because if not just go away for Merlin's sake," you puffed out.

"Alright, yeah I do need something," he spoke, taking a seat in the leather chair on the other side of the small coffee table. You raised your eyebrow, expectantly. "A conversation," he smirked. You scoffed. "Can't you have a conversation with your dorm mates?" Draco sighed. "Those bozos doze off at nine." You only shook your head, continuing to write a few notes on a scrap piece of parchment. Usually, you would be throwing curses at this boy, however it was too late in the night for you to even care.

"So, what was your opinion on the new Potions professor?" You queried, attempting to make small conversation despite the fact that you were talking to bloody Draco Malfoy. "Eh he's alright, does he have to make everybody that uncomfortable though when he discusses our parents?" He scoffs. You stifled a laugh behind your jumper-clad hand. "He's one of those teachers that likes to have a connection with his students, which is nice really, compared to Professor Snape." The boy in the chair in front of you only stayed silent.

You heard him inhale slightly, as if to say something, but then he said nothing. But then, he did. "What did you think of the love potion - the Ammortentia? When that Weasley said that about Herm-" You stopped Draco, before he continued. "Could you leave them out of this? Thank you." Draco blushed slightly. Wait-he blushed? Eh he's probably embarrassed - he thought. "Oh erm, sorry," he replied awkwardly.

You shook it off by wavering your hand at him. "Well I rather liked it to be honest. I've never seen or been near Ammortentia up until then, but it was fun seeing how everybody smelt different things." Draco gulped. "Who did you really smell in the Ammortentia though" You put your quill down, staring at him, staring at those silver eyes. "What do you mean?" You asked innocently. You weren't stupid, you knew damn well what Draco had meant.

"You took a rather long time wondering what you had smelt in the potion? Are you sure you weren't making up the scents?" He quirked his eyebrow and smirked devilishly. You shook your head bashfully. "It was hard detecting the scents, as none of the scents were rather strong." Draco must've been dumbfounded, as it was a perfectly good reason.

"Alright then, so - if I were to use this on you," he pulled out a small vile of dark green liquid - Veritaserum. "Would you tell the truth?" You began choking out your words, stammering. "You broke into Professor Snape's cabinet didn't you? And I promise you, it takes a bunch of skill to perfect Veritaserum!" You gathered your books, piling them on top of one another.

"You’re right, I did steal it from Professor Snape." He was smirking roguishly, playfully tapping the vile with his forefinger. "You wouldn't dare to use that on me, wouldn't you?" You gasped, moving on your seat to sit on your knees so you could easily leave if necessary. "No, I only did it to get a reaction out of you," he giggled. You glared at him. "Why were you acting like that if you truly smelt something that wasn't a lie?" By now he got up, and was now leaning on a stone pillar from behind his leather chair.

There was no point in trying to argue, so you gathered your books and made an attempt to leave. "For Merlin's sake Draco! I'm leaving, so good night to you." You attempted to briskly pace past him before he grabbed your shoulder. "Who did you smell?" He asked once more. You were now tired and lethargic, and for Merlin above all did you just want to get out of his grasp, so you told him.

"Let go of me! IT WAS FUCKING YOU!" He let go of your shoulder, but for some reason you didn't move, and only bashfully stared at his collarbone; which was slightly visible as his jumper hung low. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?" You suddenly felt him get impossibly close to you; and for a second his chest was against yours; your books being squashed between the two of you. Something told you to look up, and you did.

His lips were against yours; moving quickly and fervently. You gasped against his lips as your books fell to your feet, and your arms absentmindedly wrapped around his lean figure. All the hatred, every annoying quirk of him, every single terrible thing he had done left your mind, as your stomach twisted and turned. You definitely couldn't say you weren't enjoying it, because you were. You had never been kissed with such passion and desperateness, and only now had you realised just how badly you had needed it.

His large hands roamed down, pst your skirt, to your inner thighs, before you felt him lift you up. You whined at the feeling at first, but gasped when he pushed you up so you were above him; and your legs wrapped around his waist at their own accord. He groaned as you bit down deliciously on his bottom lip, before you were met with the plush of the leather couch.

He towered over you, your figure below him; his pants tightening at the sight of your skirt slightly hitched up. But he never wasted more than a minute not having his lips against yours, his hips beginning to grind against your clothed figure. His hands trailed downwards to bunch your skirt up to your waist, completely revealing your light pink colour underwear.

You hadn't known if it was possible to burn for somebody touch this much, but it clearly was. There was a sound coming from the boy's dorms staircase, and at first you both hadn't responded, until it was too late. "Ayo," Theo spoke, trying to make his way up the stairs unheard when he saw the two of you. Your cheeks turned a furious shade of red, and you tried to pull your skirt down to cover your lower half.

"Merlin Theo!" Draco grunted. "Sorry- I just heard shouting, but erm. Good luck!" He chuckled, as he practically ran up the stairs. You squealed as you slipped from underneath him, running towards the girls dorms. "Sorry!" You sighed, running up the stairs, not caring about your books still on the floor. God, what were you going to tell 'Mione?

[fetabathwater]

🎮🎶💯👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 for jen aaaand (uno reverse) 🐉💔💘🖤😞 for genieda

prompts here

jennnnnn 🐑

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc’s favorite hobbies?

she's a sucker for wood carving (and working, by extension), puzzles, and anything to do with textiles, in particular screen printing. she doesn't do it as much, particularly the more hands on stuff, but give her a puzzle and she's distracted for ages.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

as for a genre, her regular listening does fall into the very broad category of 'rock', but she's fine with almost anything. doesn't necessarily have a preference, because it's dependent on her mood and why she's listening. if it's to like listen to other local bands and/or competition, then it's more of a focus on what they do, not just the music. if it's for her own leisure and pleasure, it's probably just the radio playing in the background. constantly has some form of music on though, half-jokingly but kind of seriously like a soundtrack to her life following her through even just doing the dishes.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

jen is kind of a conspiracy nut, like the wormhole reading late at night that sucks her in. worked hard to reduce her stutter, insofar that like, those she met in high school aren't even aware she has one. has a fear of forests, refuses to consider them.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc’s immediate family? how many people are in your oc’s extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

yeah she's got her parents who are like. off doing their own thing. her dad's parents basically raised her, but by the time of infamous her grandma has passed. her maternal grandparents don't talk to her, has about four aunts on her mum's side with a spattering of cousins she doesn't know the names of. on her dad's side, has an uncle who has like. a kid that jen is vaguely aware of. but is also convinced the uncle is paying child support for at least twelve kids, whose to say. she's close with her granddad (and grandma before she passed), but definitely the home is in the friends... even if it is a lil fractured underneath.

ganieda (i cannae believe u spelt her name wrong FOR SHAME)

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc’s favorite mythical creature?

okay like considering that dragons and griffons are rly common, ganieda is like fascinated by the simple house cat. they're so odd, but also like found everywhere. obsessed with picking them up, despite whatever may happen. otherwise, warclaws probably. something about the mist...

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc’s negative traits?

reactive, unreliable, uncooperative. to start with lol, but mostly due to her kind of primary focus within the priory and kind of ignoring literally everyone for the sake of her work, its got her a lot of association with being an all around negative person, not someone many want to work with.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

the lil carved fern hound around her neck. with no possible emotional attachment there to anything else of course but it is definitely only the fern hound. yknow.

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone’s heart and/or broken someone’s trust?

okay i mean to be fair if she fights to kill, she fights to kill. very rarely does it end up with simply wounding. especially as in her line of work prior to being thrown around with all the dragon god war things, like sometimes she had to make the first move. sometimes, she removed a thug on the road who pissed her off enough. sometimes, she took out the bandits first. and then sometimes she's been pissed off in a bar hard enough to break a glass against someone's face without quite knowing her own strength.

it's all perspective on breaking a heart. but she definitely has.

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

if ganieda has attracted anyone, it's not really been picked up by her. granted, most people tend to also give her a wide berth, in the sort of observation way. pretty flower perception way. there have been times where ganieda has been aware, and acted on that attraction, but she definitely is very aware that the vibes she gives off are rancid. the layer of filth as she's bog diving probably doesn't help.

[ceresys]

cutely fills out another ask game

formatting sucks bc mobile and also i should be sleeping

What's your name? How did you get it?

-- espér! it comes from the french word espérance which means hope :3

How old are you? Does it change, or do you stay the same age?

-- ageless

What's your gender and sexuality?

-- vaguely masc, sometimesongic & aroace

What's your species?

-- short answe i am No

If money wasn't an issue, where would you want to travel?

-- france for the lols but uhh i heard nordic countries are really nice generally

What's your dream job?

-- hmmmm not sure

If you have exomemories, was your old life very different from your current one?

-- n/a

What kinda music do you like? Feel free to share a playlist if you have one!

-- french indie or pop is quite nice :] my fav rn is sometimes by mattyeux and princess chelsea ive listened to it for 29 hours in under a week already sjskakksksjj

Is there anyone in your system that you're extra close to?

-- nah

Do you have your own space in headspace? What's it like?

-- no but i could make one rn

How often do you front? Is fronting easy or difficult for you?

-- checks non existent notes . i have fronted once and that is right now

Is it easy or hard for you to communicate with the others in your system?

-- pretty easy but thats regular for us

Do you have any friends/family/partners outside your system?

-- *me personally* no. but we as a whole have partner systems yes and friends etc

Post a picture of how you look! (FC, Picrew, selfie, drawing, etc)

-- 😳 hold on

Is there anyone in your system you absolutely don't get along with?

-- grabs a piece of paper . that one unknown guy who fronted and put the cedilla on the word façade when writing in english but spelt "the" right before it wrong. "...tbe façade..." it was so funny idk

How would you describe your personal aesthetic?

-- ooh ooh ooh. flowers, orange, french stuff

Do you have any skills or talents the others don't?

-- im cooler than them /j

Are you part of any fandoms, subcultures, communities etc?

-- hmmm no

Is there anything that makes it obvious you're the one fronting (accent, tone of voice, quirks, etc)?

-- i dont think so

What's a silly fear you have?

-- idk

What are some of your current goals?

-- s u r v i v e

Favorite food?

-- for me like instant noodles its very,

Favorite drink?

-- waterr

Favorite ice cream flavor?

-- i haven't had it in my existence 🤔

Was it hard for you to adapt to being part of a system?

-- nah

How do you spend your time when you aren't fronting?

-- checks non existent note again

How do you like to dress?

-- comfy

What's a belief of yours that others might consider weird?

-- hmmmmmm lemme think

Do you do anything creative (writing, drawing, roleplaying, stitching, cosplaying, etc)? Feel free to show off some of your work!

-- noh :(

How do you personally explain your system's plurality? (Spiritual, psychological, gateway, soulbond, neurogenic, etc)

-- stares uhhhhhh complicated

Do you have any disorders or neurodivergencies that the rest of the system doesn't?

-- not me personally

If your system has disorders or neurodivergencies, do your symptoms differ from the others'?

-- my attention span is extra low 💀

If you could pick a super power, what would it be?

-- ooh hard one. know all world languages (to avoid catches: to as much extent possible, updates to stay with the times, i actually have a decent accent, it doesnt explode my brain, etc)

What's your favorite thing about yourself?

-- gay

Do you have a system role?

-- nope :( but maybe the spotify listener who listens to spotify too often /j