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kaetastic · 4 years

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Where Have You Been? 2

pairing: Harry Potter x Slytherin!Potter!Aunt!Reader (no incest- just aunt and nephew battlin’ through evil :)), (possible future evolution to pairing with Sirius Black)

summary: After years blinded from the tainted power and lies, Y/N Potter finally sees the truth. The truth that urged her to clamber out of the hole created by the Dark Lord. Will young year-2 Harry accept the absence of an aunty he didn’t even know he had?

word count: 4.8k

warning: fluff, heavy angst, guilt, mentions of death

note: lately, i haven’t found myself writing as much, i don’t think it’s w****r’s b***k, it’s just me being distracted by so many other things lmao. thank you for waiting this long for the second part, i’m pretty sure there’ll be a third :)) there’s no harry in this but i wanted to keep the pairing consistent

Harry was just a thirteen-year-old boy. He was a young wizard, trapped in the walls of muggles who wished they had nothing to do with his kind. There was no other safe place for the boy. If Y/N had not fallen into the rabbit hole that branded the mark on her arm, maybe she had the chance to keep her nephew with her. Y/N could do nothing about it. Despite her ideas of getting him out of that suffocating house, to finally enjoy the presence of someone she shared her blood with, to show him what magic truly was, she knew it would only place great danger onto him. Her life which had slanted down like that anticipated, fingers-digging-into-the-railing part of a roller coaster had gone from a flowery childhood to having no other alive family member if Harry was to be excluded.

If the time she had been on the run was to be calculated, it would’ve roughly been thirteen years. Thirteen years of shifting houses to houses. Although, one year, she had feared for the loyal followers to be sent to capture her, the rest twelve, she had to constantly check over her shoulders for a sign of Aurors who were on a mission to chuck every last death eater into Azkaban. Y/N hoped the day where she would not have to leave a bed to enter a new one would come. The witch didn’t mind if it was sooner than said, it would be nice to open windows to the scorching sun with a cup of warm tea in her hands. It would be nice to walk on open streets without a heavy, ominous clock over her head. It would be nice to walk on the streets, not pathways that had been littered with spit.

Although, the sweet victory taste she had dreamed for had turned bitter, acidic to her tongue as if those scenarios she wondered on for hours had been nothing but bait, a tease. The Privet Drive might’ve not been the best place for Harry, but it was the safest for the boy. Well, safer than going on the run with his aunt who had to keep glancing over her shoulders in case a shadow scurried after her.

Even though the wizard had suggested he could follow her since she had magical blood, just like him, the witch had no choice but to turn him down. Even the frown on his face had embedded itself in her memories. The disappointment at the rejection of a better life with the sister of his father had plagued Harry’s time at school. Not before Y/N told him to not mention their meeting to a single soul. It might’ve been hard for the young boy, but he somehow managed… well, apart from his two other friends he had found a strong connection with. Harry had mentioned the name Hermione and Ron during the heart-aching conversation of the early morning in his bedroom. Unfortunately, it had been cut short when the witch had realized the time.

Y/N was sick of scrambling around, running away and cowering from everything. Because she had not only feared the suppressed group that had gone either into hiding or had lied to not face the terrible consequences but also the Aurors. Aurors who had tied a price tag around her head. She couldn’t even defend herself. By that, the witch meant that the way her head had wrapped around the wrong she had done placed her perspective in an angle some people would not believe. In simpler words, Y/N believed- no, she knew that they wouldn’t spare a speck of mercy onto her soul. Even though she had thought of surrendering herself with hands high in the air, the Potter had not been dumb. Not to forget, she had pride. Pride to not give the golden trophy right into the hands of the Aurors.

Then, she made a move. It had been a risky path she fell into, but she moved her Queen piece across the chessboard. The only piece she had defending her sole King. Y/N sent a letter to the headmaster of Hogwarts. Despite her worry about his response since he was in fact, the creator of the Order of the Phoenix, there was no need to overthink of the great wizard’s reply. Dumbledore waited for the day, not losing a bar of hope for the return of the witch. The day she would clamber out of the dark hole she had stumbled into. Taking a chunk of his busy and occupied time, the wizard had made time for her. It was not long before they met up at the place he had chided to her when she was just a twelve-year-old, the place he told her where one should go before they die. Although, the place didn’t live up to the wizard’s words as it had been nighttime, the perfect and safe time for her to be out of her lodging, and it had recently just rained.

“There isn’t anything I say that will defend for what I have done. What I’ve done… it’s unforgivable.” Her gaze trailed down to brush over the clumpy doughs of the drenched soil. The stretched-out shapes had been filled in with the recent shower from the tears of the clouds. Although, the teardrops had been pure, innocent without a speck of tainted colour, now- it was just clouded. Y/N wished that was how she remembered her horribly chosen youth. Unfortunately, it had all been crystal clear. Despite her trying multiple choices of blurring out the wrong she had done, every single moment plays in her head every night. It sat in her mind, permanently.

With her lack of interaction with other wizards to minimize her appearance to the wizard community, obliviating herself wasn’t really an option. There had been some… pathetic muggle suggestions such as hurling her head against a wall. It didn’t take her long before she discarded the idea that would only cause more harm than good. Even though she wished she would not be reminded of such memories, she then remembered one of the few hopes that kept her hanging on that cliff.

No one was placed at such a position like Y/N’s. Well, other than someone she had grown to associate with the passing of years while she was a death eater. Is it still ‘was’? Was the thing she needed to yank out of her chest in the past? The ‘tattoo’ still remained. As time passed, it had faded from the prominent ink. Even though Y/N felt joy unfurl in her chest at the thought of it becoming non-existent, ready to see her bare arm once again without the hideous memory from her past, it lingered. The mark stayed to torture her every second. The branding on her arm had been the last string that labelled her as a death eater. She had not found anything to remove it. Y/N had gone through books after books, crumbling pages to flying lines, unreadable handwritings to hidden, enchanted chapters. None had given her an ounce of hope she needed.

“There have been many people who’ve done nothing but wrong their whole lives, yet, they always had something to say. What makes you an exception?” The man quirked up, his silvery eyebrows jumped at her figure with his infamous words that had been packed full of knowledge and riddle. It had always been like that, ever since she was just a child, the man who still rocked his extensive beard had become a prominent feature. Although, the two lost contact as she dived into the side she was warned about during dinner. Dinners that lasted short, a smudged out memory. Y/N pressed her lips in thought, fingers twiddling without a slight intrusion in her head. A habit she had grown up with. And like as always, he cut her off with another sentence for her to process. “If I remember correctly, you mentioned in the letter that you have not done more than maiming someone.”

“In the name of the Dark Lord.”

“Yes, but it was for your survival,” Dumbledore interjected. Oh, he always had his way with his speeches and his sentences.

A sigh brushed her lips, creaking into the heavy air of the light wind toying with the hairs of trees as if they were puppets. Pushing her legs to rest her back against the bench that had been damp from the previous shower, Y/N murmured without peeling her eyes away from her fingers, “He killed Regulus. Regulus never came back, you know? After a trip, he was gone… forever. That’s what made me doubt my choices. His death was the sole reason I had left.”

“Regulus Black. Sirius’s younger brother.”

Y/N hummed while her arms slithered to wrap around her body, the chilling kiss of the air had been merciless to the defence of her clothing, “Regulus Arcturus Black. Whenever I was lazy to call his name even though it’s just seven letters, I called him ‘R.A.B’,” She let out a chuckle since it had been her joke for the boy to embrace the three letters as his signature, before the corners of her lips curled down in realization. “Although, now, I seem to find the longer being comforting.”

“There’s no need to worry, what matters most is your safety. You must try to stray away from any sight of those who may seem interested. I will write a letter once Harry starts his third year.” Y/N nodded even though she was slightly reluctant to the life she would have to shift her own foot in. Deep down, she knew, no matter what other’s would say to comfort and calm down her nerves, she would always have something to fidget about. Something that came in the package when one falls into the Death Eater’s path.

It had barely been a month since she had met with the well-known headmaster, and Y/N hadn’t exactly found peace in continuing her life of being a criminal. The ability to sit still in a seat for longer than fifteen minutes was non-existent. Thoughts ran, scrambling from one side of her head to the other without rest. Every second, she would always have something to think of. A smart decision she made during her Hogwarts years was focusing during classes despite her side chores, so, it only became helpful when she needed a vial of ‘Draught of Peace’ or ‘Calming Draught’ to calm down her relentless thoughts.

Harry recently started his third year at Hogwarts as the letter sent by the one and only, Dumbledore. The wizard had reminded her as he had promised; although, she remembered the day the students would be going back to school. Y/N could only stare into the abyss while she dreamed of walking onto the ground of the school once more. Oh, to feel the chilling stone walls during winter. She could only dream.

It was for the safety of her nephew, and for her to stay in hiding that she didn’t write to the boy; even though she desperately wanted to. So, Y/N spent hours on the crooked wooden desk which had been slanted down, the folded piece of newspaper had begun to damp in the humid air, melting into the floor. The witch wasted hours of her day that flew by once she completed the letter to her heart’s desire. Days that stretched out when she didn’t occupy herself.

She could barely count the number of lines she had scribbled down onto countless yellow sheets of paper. After a day of jotting down hefty block of paragraphs that was enough to build castles, she would stuff the pile of letters away, under her bed, or she would try her best to cram the sheets into the minuscule gaps between tattered books and the shelves. Most addressed to her nephew, now, just unsent thoughts that had been occupying her head, and desires of her heart which she had no one to pour out to.

There was nothing Y/N could do. She was edging to the last sentence of her book, the last chapter of her story. If she was to stay, all she would have is Harry. Even so, she didn’t have him. The young wizard was hurled into the palms of her sister-in-law, muggles who hated whatever wizards were capable of.

Maybe the only reason she reached out to Dumbledore was because she had information, intel that would be impeccably useful to the Order. Things the members wouldn’t even be able to smear against, things they can’t even imagine. Comparing herself to some members of the organization who had achieved great things in the available tasks by the Ministry, Y/N had seen far more than some of them has. She has seen gruesome sights, sights she wished she had glanced away from. However, she knew, she knew he was watching.

That was her lifestyle now. The witch would have to suck it up, swallow the truth and deal with the reality she was stuck in. Stranded in a sole, pathetic room of a sad excuse of a building. Y/N had barely left the place she would have to call home. There had been multiple times the owner had tried to usher the lady out for a quick talk, Y/N did not want to risk anything. The only walls that had been present in the rented room were for the loo, that- she was grateful for.

Then, news broke out into the wizarding community, it cracked over their heads like a spoiled egg, the yolk oozing out in a battered pace before it splattered into a squelch. News that sent everyone into a frenzy, news that made heads poked into corners of streets before they proceeded to walk the route they had been used to for years. News of the notorious Sirius Black breaking out of Azkaban. It was impossible. No one had fled away from the prison. He was the first.

However, unlike most, Y/N knew things some didn’t know. It was not belief, rather, she knew the truth. Sirius Black did not do the things wizards and witches had whispered into each other’s ears. He was not capable of said-things. Y/N had met the man from his tight friendship with her older brother. Friendship that people had poked at him for being weak since he had shown his back to James. Those people knew nothing. They didn’t know how close they were for James to bring the boy to live at their house. They didn’t know that her parents had seen Sirius as their son. No one knew the truth, yet, they still let their words slip up into stubborn rumours.

During her years of being a death eater, side-by-side with Regulus, her head held high without a quiver in her bone, Y/N had heard and seen things. Maybe some of them she should’ve not even eavesdropped on. It would’ve cost her life… she still did so. Y/N was meant to be in Slytherin, it was destiny that she had denied ever since the hat had spoken, and she saw her brother’s expression falter at the declaration. Despite her opposition to the situation, she wore the new shoes perfectly. The first few years, she was as close to her brother as she was before, any time she saw him in the corridor, she would wave, or they would pick up a desultory conversation. With that, he had introduced his friends. Y/N could see the tight rope around them, bonds she can’t see broken. Or so she thought.

Then, it inched to her fourth year when she truly distanced herself. No, nothing would be blamed onto Regulus, no idea of his would be looked upon for the dead could not even defend himself. Y/N fell onto the path her parents had prominently warned her about. Their occasional talks about people who were surrounded with an aura that would send shivers down their spines sparked into muffled ears. Those lectures and lessons were all forgotten as Y/N found comfort standing beside the person she could not tear herself from.

Walburga would accept the girl with warm embrace. Although, that came with its consequences. Y/N had to sit at the dining table, next to Regulus while the woman rambled poison-filled words about her parents who were not ashamed to be in the presence of muggles. The blinded girl did as her blurred head told her to do so, she tolerated the blows to her gut. It was only rare times when Regulus would speak up to stop his mother from hurling more onto the meal made by the elf. Despite Walburga’s hatred for Y/N’s parents, the woman had mentioned countless times that she had filled in the shameful place of her other son. Y/N was sure the empty space in her house had been plucked in with Sirius Black.

Regulus would just be flushed with crimson red whenever his mother had brought up the two. She always took the chance to talk about how good they looked next to each other. There were few, forgotten times when she had dropped the word marriage. However, there was nothing but friendship between the two that would constantly burgeon, blossoming every second of every day. Walburga would swat it away, not believing them.

It was true, despite the pureblood mother believing the two had something going on. It was nothing but friendship. Sure, there had been gentle kisses against cheeks, but it was nothing more.

Everything then fell apart. She didn’t know who was amusing themselves by having a poke at the blocks of her life, but she knew it had wavered her platform. It was Regulus, then, it was her mother and father. The night when the elf had stumbled into the Grimmauld place, an ominous locket in his grasp, Y/N’s head went into a frenzy. She had never seen the creature look so distraught. The only reason she had remained at the house was because she had nowhere else to go. It wasn’t until days she would piece everything together. Regulus had gone, so the house-elf had confessed. The truth was not to be told to his family. How did anyone expect her to stay at the house she had made unforgettable memories? Y/N left, not even a farewell or a note for the family.

The two had whispered conversations of the truth of becoming a death eater, they would do so under their breaths, afraid of who might listen. Whatever Regulus did, she did too.

Kreacher said he had been ordered by Regulus to go back home with the locket, leaving the wizard to die. Y/N had screamed at the creature for his pathetic words, thankfully, Walburga nor Orion was at home. The two Slytherins had discussed of the Dark Lord’s attempt to murder the house-elf before they dived into countless pages, all so they could land to assume that the locket had been a Horcrux. The two eighteen-year-olds had just found out the deepest secret of the Dark Lord. And one of them died with the truth, while the other ran for her life.

If it wasn’t enough, Y/N could not even attend the funeral of her parents. The people she had not spoken to for years. She had listened to the words on the street that it was to Dragon Pox. It was then Y/N had to sit through excruciating months before she had the chance to visit their graves. The last she had seen their faces was a photo she had absent-mindedly packed before she had run away from home. If seeing her parents in flesh was in consideration, it was the sobbing mother who could not calm her hiccups in tears with every caress of her husband’s warmth. The photo might’ve been the best mistake she had ever made.

In the midst of 1980, thoughts that would only surface when the sun no longer exists had steered the witch away from the path she thought she would be on until she bled to death. Just before she allowed the thought of living her life on the run consumed her, she had planned and listed out everything that would come as consequences if she was to proceed. That was when she tumbled over something. Still a death eater, she had stumbled upon the voice of a man who had been deeply trusted by her brother conversing with none other than the leader of the dark. His squeaky voice poured out every information he had about James and Lily. However, that was not the thing she had eavesdropped on. It was the fact that the man was Peter Pettigrew, the boy who would trail with the group. All so he could fall under the protection of the Dark Lord. What a grave mistake he had made.

Y/N didn’t know what it was in her, but she then cut off any ties with the death eaters. That sounded easier than it truly was. There would be nights when she would feel her arm burn, flames piercing into her skin. He was angry, furious- she knew. All she could do was clutch onto the frigid sheets of the bed around her inflamed arm. She lived and survived, something she didn’t know how she came out successful, and lived her life on the run, always on edge. She stayed at multiple places, hoping the dark lord and his goons had not found her. To her luck, the pain dimmed down, she had only felt the faintest of a sting at the mark.

Then, it was the unseen, unfortunate death of James and Lily. Y/N didn’t waste a second when she had heard a man regurgitate the words at the bar to sprint towards the house. The motionless figure of the man she once had picked on for accidentally wearing her jumper of an adorable bunny. So, she cradled his chilling body while streams of tears gush out of her eyes. There was no one left for her. That was, until she reluctantly pulled away from the corpse to follow the boisterous cries. Up the mess of a corridor and into a nursery with planks of wood decorating the floor She was met by a gruesome sight of her sister-in-law, flat on the ground, and the relentless toddler who the dark lord feared, her nephew.

Even though Y/N wished to spend more time, she had no choice but to peel herself away. She apparated away once she jumped through the window. Not long after, it was the rest of the Order’s turn to take in the event.

Y/N knew there had been some death eaters who remained loyal to the dark lord despite his fall. Some had been locked up in Azkaban, while the rest still sauntered over streets casually. She knew some of them would be chasing after her, she knew the Ministry was searching for her, so why did she fall for the words scribbled by Dumbledore to meet up with Remus?

“Sirius didn’t kill James and Lily.” Remus nodded, his eyes finding the sight of the pond to be more captivating.

“I know.”

“Sirius didn’t murder those muggles.” Remus nodded once again.

“I know.”

“You know, yet, you had not defended the man when everyone’s ears had been stuffed with lies.” The wizard could only press his lips, lost in thought.

“Y/N, listen, we haven’t exactly been on the same path, but I feel like we are now,” The witch’s eyebrows furrowed. Remus swung from the same bench she had sat with Dumbledore. “I wanted to meet you when Dumbledore had told me he had met you. Although, I didn’t have a good excuse to do so. Now, I do.”

His ominous words had only made her fingers crawl towards her wand. Neck snapping towards the rustling of leaves, she shot up from the seat, the wooden stick pointing towards the source of noise. With a spell murmured by Remus, her wand was out of her hand. She didn’t want to falter her gaze from the shadow that poured out of the bushes, but she couldn’t help her expression morphing into that of betrayal. Remus didn’t bother to send a face to comfort her.

Y/N felt every muscle in her body freeze, every fibre was pulled taut before they remained stationary. The black dog paced towards her at a casual pace, almost approaching her carefully. Its eyes, it looked familiar. She had seen it somewhere. And no wonder… she had. Before her eyes, the dog transformed into a man who was dressed in tattered and shabby clothing of dull colours. The face of the man who had been plastered all across newspapers and streets, “Sirius?”

Maybe she should’ve panicked first, to why he had even put himself at risk, her even, but she reverted to another path. She saw Regulus in him. The infamous Black’s dark hair which Regulus would gingerly trim and take care of had flourished on Sirius’s head.

“You’ve got to be joking me,” Y/N gushed out, the corners of her lips curled up in amusement even though she felt anything but amusement. “Are you out of your mind? You truly have gone insane in Azkaban.”

The witch turned to face Remus, “You too. Is this the plan of yours? What? To bag me up for the Ministry?”

Remus sighed out, his fingers splayed out against her wand, “Sirius wanted to meet you, the reason, he had not told me. This meeting is not a trick, no one knows Sirius is here.”

“Will you be holding my wand throughout this?” The man could only give her a slight nod of his head. Y/N let out a frustrated huff. “Fine, get on with it, I can’t wait to leave the country after this.”

“Do you know of Peter’s boundaries?” Sirius’s voice sounded hoarse, raspy as if he desperately needed water. Maybe that’s what happens when one has just escaped a prison which was believed to prevent escapes.

Y/N’s face transformed into that of an offended expression, “Peter Pettigrew?” Once the man confirmed with a nod of his head, Y/N scoffed at the accusation. “What makes you think I know where he is?”

“Well, you two bear the mark,” The words fell off his tongue without a care for her. “You two sold yourselves to Voldemort, it would only make sense if you knew where the traitor is.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but I have no idea of where he is.”

Seconds morphed into minutes, minutes of Sirius’s eyes beaming onto her, “Have you bothered to search for him? Did you even know he was the one who sold out James and Lily to Voldemort?”

“I know a lot of things, Black,” Y/N sneered. “To satisfy your endless questions, I’ve done everything I could to find him when I happened to stumble upon his voice at the Malfoy’s home.”

“You knew that Peter was meeting with Voldemort and you didn’t bother to spend a cent on the thought that it would be James and Lily’s fall? Were you too busy snogging my brother?”

The mention of Regulus sparked up something in her chest, something that spun through hurricanes, Y/N’s expression hardened at the sight of the man, “Do not speak ill of Regulus.”

“Still defending my brother? You two never parted away from each other, every corner I turn at school, you two were always side-by-side.” Sirius could feel the corners of his lips curl up.

“Sirius,” Remus interjected to stop the man, he knew this would not go well if the convict had not held himself back.

“How hard it must’ve been for you to see him gone.”

Y/N could feel her fingers furl with every word he uttered, “He was your brother.”

“Was. I was exiled from my family, remember? You would remember clearly, I remember the day you left home to stay at that horrid place.”

“Sirius, that’s enough.”

“No! Remus! She must know the pain she inflicted onto her parents when she stepped away from that house, the sadness James drowned himself in when he couldn’t find any way to invite you to his wedding.”

“Would you stop mentioning my brother?”

“Oh, so now you consider him with sentiment? What happened to avoiding us?”

“Are you done? I had only prayed the meeting with Remus to be civilized, yet, here you are.” She sneered.

“Why do you fear of talking about James? Are you turning away like a coward? Now?”

“I don’t want to talk about James because I’m not in the mood for it, Sirius.”

“When are you in the mood then? Is it because you are saddened by the fact that you couldn’t take Harry when you visited their house?” Y/N accidentally allowed her eyes to widen at his words “You didn’t think we wouldn’t know?”

“I was in no position to take Harry.”

“You were in every position to take Harry!” Sirius yelled out, his veins popping up to bulge into the air. “You are his blood! His aunt! His godmother!”

“His what?”

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constablegoo · 3 years

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mint: does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral? what do these words mean to them?

OHOHO. hey hi ily. this is, of course, one of odo’s deepest ongoing battles, and the moment he stops questioning it is the moment he becomes a founder.

the founders grant themselves god status. GOD! status. they just reach out and pluck it. Within their range of power, the founders become unquestionably Just and Virtuous and Moral, their Word becomes Law, it becomes “the way things are” and “fact” and they create their own reality stemming from thousands of years of intense xenophobia. they’re above it all. gods don’t make mistakes, right? sure, maybe changelings were hunted and feared ages ago but they still fear it, and that drive for Order and Control over the galaxy is now encoded into their genes and they place a companion structure into the genes of every other species they control, subjugating them to the founders’ own cozy position as Gods, or-- ‘gods’. the founder (i rly don’t like saying “female” founder so she’s THE Founder. she speaks for the link.) makes it quite clear on many occasions that the founders are not here to negotiate. they fully intend to control EVERYTHING at any cost. it is absolutely chilling when she cuts garak down with: “they’re dead. you’re dead. cardassia is dead.” and draws the line between the dominion and everyone else miles deep into the sand.

that same genetic coding is one of the first semi-concrete things odo comes to understand about himself and, horribly, he’s landed into conditions under the occupation that very easily could have taken advantage of a less meticulous or stubborn changeling. no, odo says initially (and incorrectly), i am not bajoran** and i am not cardassian and i stand apart from either side of this conflict and so i am bound to PURE Virtue and Morality because of it. he can’t be bribed or bought or won over, and he won’t allow for anything less than a kind of incorruptibility. this effectively wins him allies (and enemies) on both sides, however -- that’s just not how the universe works. the truth of it is that no matter how much he tells himself he is not a part of their regime, his working with the cardassians makes him a collaborator in that he has then recognized their authority and ultimately upheld their legitimacy, even if he never agreed with the cause, even if he was also on some level a casualty of it. at some point when he moves past ‘contract’ investigation and begins to work permanently, he falls into the trap of thinking Order is the same thing as Justice... huge yikes. in that moment he becomes a true and apathetic villain, but he’s subsequently haunted by the resulting execution of innocents. it shakes something up in him. years pass and he still wonders, what other mistakes has he made? what other less direct consequences of his ‘neutral’ arbitration exist? he (and everyone around him) has to live without really knowing, and it’s a constant reminder to him of the power he holds and it informs his understanding of what Real (and imperfect) Justice Means.

**sidenote but later in s7 he introduces himself as ‘from bajor’ and AAAAAA. its good. very good. yeah, you’re bajoran, odo. he gets it now.

Mirror odo is really the ultimate example of an odo having taken those instincts to extremes in an environment that rewarded him for them -- there is no guilt there, and even a sadistic kind of pleasure in it. i’d argue that gaia!odo is another, less extreme example of an odo who’s been alone too long and lost sight of things when he single-mindedly (and against kira’s wishes) chooses her (one person) over 8000. like holy shit? NOT ok? uhhuhhhhfff. anyway. very fortunately, neither of these are OUR odo, but act as great foils to reflect on the worst (bastard cop) qualities or potential qualities of our goo pushed to highly visible extremes, which star trek just loves to do all the time.

but regular/prime odo isnt exactly a rule-follower, either. throughout his life, he frequently takes things into his own hands, uses his abilities to his advantage, spies, wiretaps, eavesdrops, and yes, harasses [quark] sometimes -- he develops his own set of values and personal rules and follows them; even starfleet comes in wary of him and how he operates and hes on thin ice. but because of possibly his most redeeming quality, odo is able to adapt those self-ordained values toward something increasingly honest: for how rigid he can be in personality, he is HIGHLY influenced by the world around him, listens hard to what his friends and allies have to say and adapts that feedback; this allows him to evolve and grow and take important matters to heart. he becomes more flexible and better able to hold onto what’s really most important after locking into a decision, because above all else, he is passionately committed to doing the Right Thing. he PLEADS with himself in things past, “your job is to find the truth, not obtain convictions.” by his tendency to push back against what is laid down as ‘law’ (something he becomes more and more aware of and effective at doing) as not always being good or right, or necessarily even creating Order (the thing he’s driven genetically to want), he prepares himself to challenge the most deadly voice of authority -- that of his own people.

so... yes and no. odo’s role and persona as ‘your average security chief’ might dictate that he be virtuous and moral, but he so obviously can’t fit the same exact mold as others in his position -- he has these insane abilities and this mind-consuming nature and it requires he tread with extra care, but he also has a potential for more adaptive, more nuanced morality. he has to build up his own definitions to the words, constantly examine and tease and test them, or else he risks straying too far from what he really wants to achieve -- harmony, honest justice. he has to accept that he’s a part of the system he operates in (not, in fact, alone or isolated! something he actually wants), and know that he is not exempt from making the wrong choice, just like anybody else.

carnation: what is your muse’s relationship with their gender? how do they express or not express this relationship?

ODO AND GENDER!!! i love odo and gender. let’s take this one step at a time. he starts out as an amorphous glob -- he has no gender. there’s no basis for assignment, no culture of difference, and all the goos are goo. odo takes on the shape of the first living thing he sees / the thing he sees most frequently: dr mora. he adopts an image of masculinity from mora and he adopts the hair. that’s about it, and it’s pretty much arbitrary. (maybe the hair is simple enough for his skills, too?) the next people odo meets are also these very masculine, military, cardassian leaders, so again -- this is all he knows! this is neutrality. i imagine it takes him some time to work out what the differences in gender are, and sex, and orientation, romantic vs sexual stuff, all of that. it’s all got cultural baggage he knows nothing about and does not experience, and he’s also dealing with multiple, clashing cultures to boot. since he doesnt have any strong inherent leaning, he simply opts out. he/him becomes his default because thats where he started, thats what he’s been able to successfully present and how people know him, and, terrifyingly, under cardassian rule, it probably offered a bit of safety, too, which was obviously something he needed at the time.

way way way way way down the line in season seven, odo asks kira to (paraphrasing) look at me. what do you see? [i see you.] but this is NOT me, this is only a shape ive assumed in order to fit in. she says, yes, i know that. but this is who you have chosen to be. “a man. a good and honest man.” (i knowww shes not really talking abt gender here BUT) its hard as a trans person not to read the metaphor. he’s chosen to express SOMETHING. he’s chosen something other than what he was given (neutrality) and although he doesnt personally buy into what ‘masculinity’ “should be” (ie the ferengi, smh) / would certainly not argue he doesnt feel non-binary, this is how he has presented all his life, its how hes been treated, and it is what he has chosen to adhere to. there’s a choice in that, kira’s right, and now it reflects something about him.

parallel this, i’ll mention the “female” founder again bc of course there is no discernable reason for her to have a gender -- other than to appeal (im not talking sexually here although there’s,, obviously weird shit happening with the link... yike) to odo in the sense that until that point odo has lived with “gendered” individuals and, i think importantly, kira is with them when they first meet. i think its safe to say the founder saw her, figured she was a friend/ally to odo or at least familiar to him, and took her general representation to appeal as a friend/ally.

otherwise... why, honestly? the founder’s got NO love of humanoids lmao why would she bother.

anyway i’d like to see odo experiment a bit. because when hes safe, he can!! aside from his own doubts and insecurities about shapeshifting, at some point he really has no reason not to, at least a little bit. really, it should just be another thing to practice, much like becoming a convincing rock or a leaf, its just that there are other significances in the cultures around him. i’d just like to see him loosen up a little. have fun. grow ur hair out a bit, odo, why are u still looking like ur terrible dad.

#astralglam #geez ok anyone who reads these are gods #thanks for letting me let some frogs out of my brain #like a lot of frogs #⌀ EVERY SIXTEEN HOURS I TURN INTO A LIQUID! [ about. ]#⌀ YOU HAVE NO SECRETS FROM ME. [ asks. ]#long post /#long as hell post /#sorry hopefully everyones asleep i dont wanna do readmore bc im a nuisance asjdfa

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vrykoolart · 3 years

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Saint Seiya Question Game

Tagged by: @siberianxbreaks

-- Thank you for the tag, my friend! --

Remove my answers and put yours under the questions!

How did you find out about Saint Seiya?

My sister is actually a huge fan of Saint Seiya, so I found out about from her. We actually watched it when we were kids. I don’t have that vivid of a memory about it, but I do know the one I recall watching is the ADV dub. I remember how deep they made Hyoga’s voice and that’s it.

But my sister really loved it and I’d watch with her. One day, it kinda disappeared and because we live in the United States—y’all probably know what I mean— It was really hard to find it at all. So for years, my sister was trying to track it down and she dabbled into the other series related to it a little bit. It wasn’t until last year that we finally found it thanks to Netflix and we watched it all with our entire family. I saw the first season with the new dub and was immediately obsessed with it. I enjoyed every second of watching the whole thing. It kills me that we don’t have the Hades arc dubbed yet and I hope we get it soon.

I watched Lost Canvas, too, and loved it as well. Albafica made me love it and the El Cid’s episodes were really top notch for me. I love his voice. I love his character. I think he’s literally the coolest thing ever. I delved into the manga and I just love Lost Canvas. It has some weird stuff here and there, but I adore it. I hope one day we get a season three because it’s truly that good.

I just really love Saint Seiya & I’m so glad that it exists. Truly. I don’t remember having that much fun watching an anime since like watching Death Note, Soul Eater, Sgt. Frog, and like—Azumanga Daioh... all for different reasons, of course.

Who’s your favorite character and why?

When I started watching the show again, it was Shun. He’s so adorable and his heart is so big. I love how sweet and strong he is. I have a soft spot for Shun honestly. The more I watched it, I really started to just adore all the Bronze Saints, too.

But another character I really adore is Cancer Deathmask. He’s so charismatic and fun. I really adore the voice they gave him in the Netflix English dub, too. He killed it. I just absolutely am in love with him. Yes, he committed several crimes. Yes, he has killed numerous people. Yes, his temple looks like a Mortal Kombat stage... but it truly builds character. He’s my husband and I think we’re all allowed to make as choices ever now and then.

Who’s your absolute hate-character and why?

Tatsumi. I hate how he never faced the consequences for anything he did. He literally abused those children—Ikki, more-so, and he sent him to Death Queen to DIE. He’s never shown signs to change really. They just treat him like a crack/comedy character and it irks me because he deserved to get beat for what he did at least. Wish he would have literally got tortured or fired. Anything at all, but they just prepare like nothing happen and he continues being an ass-wipe.

I don’t care for Kido either because even if he took Saori and raised her, he never did much to stop the countless abuse the children went under and knowing sent the children away to die. No, even in the manga, I don’t see it as a noble sacrifice to literally sacrifice most of your children to fulfill a destiny. Even if they were just sent away, he literally could have prevented Tatsumi from abusing them and raised Saori better. No matter how you look at it, he’s a shit person, too. Yes, he helped them become saints but the way he did it will never feel right to me. He separated Seiya from his sister and told him he’d only see her again if he became a saint, knowing full well he couldn’t even guarantee that. That emotional manipulation is toxic and cruel to do to a child—an in the manga—your own son. Like ew,,,,, I don’t like the children aspect in the manga, but with that considered still, he’s still a horrible person and I wish Saori would stop hailing him as a good guy.

Shippings you like and why you ship them?

Shaina/Seiya — In my heart, they are the canonical pairing. They really do protect each other and care deeply for one another. Seiya reacts strongly every time she gets hurt and Shaina is always doing her best to protect/defend him. They’re both strong in their own right and they both have a deeper connection to each other. Even when Shaina tried to hide her feelings because she felt there is no way they could be together and tried to kill him, you could tell she really couldn’t do it because she really cared about him. He really cares about her, too, which makes them so perfect for each other. They are each other’s strength and they push each other to become better & stronger

Marin/Aiolia — They’re really cute when they interact with each other and I’m pretty sure they’re an actual canon pair. They really care and confine in one another. I just honestly adore seeing them interact. They never really got to tell each other how they feel, but I’m sure they both know. I wish she would have gotten some more time with him because it’s kinda sad that she’s all alone now. ;;

Freya/Hägan —Hägan clearly loved her, but due to the strictness of loyalty in their culture, he couldn’t bring himself to betray Hilda. It upsets me what happened to them because they deserved to be happy. Poor Freya & Hägan. A lovely couple but terribly tragic. Hägan clearly misunderstood Hyoga & Freya’s relationship and must have thought that Freya loved him even in reality the only person she really loved was him and that is what breaks my heart. I was on the Freya and Hyoga train until Hägan showed up. Now, I can’t bring myself to ship them without feeling bad.

Hilda/Siegfried — Siegfried did everything for her and, in the end, he died because he believed in Hilda’s true vision. He wanted to doing nothing more than protect her and he died to help do so. It’s beautiful yet so tragic.

Hyoga/Eri — They’re just extremely cute together. I really loved their interactions. They deserve happiness and the entire world.

Ikki/Esmeralda — If you ignore that weird ass Shun thing, they’re cute. That should have never been a thing. I ignore it to hell and back but I do think they’re adorable and I feel for Ikki.

Shun/June — She only shows up once like why??? But they’re so adorable together. I wish we could see them both more, but unfortunately, she disappeared into the ether. I do believe she is perfect for Shun, tho.

Me/Deathmask — OTP. He’s my husband.

Shippings you don’t like/hate and why you dislike them?

Adult/Minor pairings.

Incest pairings.

Saori/Seiya — I don’t feel like Seiya likes her that way. I think Saori may like him. She’s always shown some special interest in him, but I’m sure Seiya cares about her more so as a goddess and friend than a love interest. Every time I see this ship, Seiya is acting weirdly out of character which really throws me off from the whole ship. Saori has shown to sometimes literally prioritize Seiya over everyone else when dropping Saga’s dead ass body to cradle him... It just rubs me the wrong way??? Seiya cares about her but he doesn’t react nearly as strongly about her as he does with Shaina. I don’t mind it being one-sided. She’s a girl and is allowed to have feelings, but I don’t really see her with anyone. I think she’ll probably grow out of it, but who knows. This ship is just really not my cup of tea.

Your favorite scene.

It’s hard to think of one, but the funniest scene is when they’re in Yomotsu Hirasaka. Deathmask is about to throw Shiryū into the pit, but then Shunrei’s prayers reach him and he gets so annoyed that he telepathically throws her off fucking a cliff. I don’t care. It’s comedy gold. I laughed so hard at that. Deathmask is truly a marvel.

Honorable mention: ❝ Maybe no else has a cloth made of ice that hasn't melted since before the time of... dinosaurs. Or... maybe no one else has powers like me, like the power over snow, ice, and even glaciers. In fact, you know what, Snake Eyes, maybe you should just think of me as your own personal Ice Age Dude! ❞

Your favorite Attack:

Hard question, so I’ll just name attacks I really like: Heaven Dancing Ring, Diamond Dust, Thunder Wave, Specter Punch, Phoenix Wing Ascent, Praesepe Hell Waves, Scarlet Needle Antares, Bloody Rose, Another Dimension, Wolf Cruelty Claw, Great Ardent Pressure, Greatest Caution, Dead End Symphony, and Imperial Phantasm Punch.

If you could decide for which god/goddess you fight, which one you prefer and why?

Athena. Despite liking Poseidon, Odin, Abel, & Poseidon, I like the army she commands the most.

If you could choose a Cloth. Which you would prefer?

Hard question again. I really like the Scorpio Cloth. The head piece is nice. I’m a sucker for the quack on the Cygnus Cloth and the Nemo on the Pisces Cloth, too. It’s honestly hard to choose one, specially if you count God Cloths, too. I did draw myself in the Ophiuchus cloth, so got the sake of this question, Ophiuchus Gold Cloth.

From which country you’re from?

America.

Your favorite season / sequel:

Sanctuary arc and the Asgard arc. Let’s get the money. Both do a fantastic job at world-building and I love them both equally. My favorite spin-off is The Lost Canvas.

#can't think of anyone to tag but here you go #saint seiya #vry's ramblings #forgive typos if there are any #i couldn't get the formatting writing on the phone #so some stuff might have been deleted

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nyctophilin · 3 years

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Babe, I'm sorry I just saw your post. I'll be honest, I was horrified, it started in third grade?! I can't even imagine how traumatising it must be for you and how you were conditioned to normalise it, no one should ever have to go through any of that, to worry about pedophiles while in middle school or be sexually harassed by a teacher, it saddens me that I feel angrier at the women/girls who blamed you/asked you to be grateful.

Of course, you're a gorgeous and talented girl who deserves love and care and happiness, but to have certain disgusting expectations thrust upon you just because of how good you look or how perfect your body is sounds terrible. It makes sense to be insecure and have feelings of contempt for it, I wish people would see beyond looks and understand the meaning of consent.

What I do feel from your post however thankfully is that you realise that it was wrong, that you're not to be blamed, that you didn't bring this upon yourself and just for the record I'll repeat it: No one deserves it, no matter how good/pretty/sexy/inviting (whatever tf that means) they look. You're more than just your body, you're a wise girl who went through that and still stays strong, you aren't afraid to acknowledge your insecurities, you're a kind girl who radiates happiness and love, you're talented and curious and a dreamer despite all odds and, you're all of that. You deserve pure love and someone who truly cares, and you'll get there someday.

It takes great courage to talk about such things in depth Pearl, I'm genuinely so proud of you for doing that ❤️

Please remember you can talk to me whenever.

-🌼

No, it's fine! Don't need to apologise!🥺 Yeah, at least I think in third grade. It might have been second grade, but I doubt we were that young. I personally like to think of this starting in third grade just to make it seem like less time, lmao.

It's actually horrible what has happened and what is still happening here. This whole brainwashing of both girls and boys, girls into thinking that it's okay and good to have this happen to you and boys into thinking that it's appropriate to do that and that there are no consequences. Men are given so much power, it's scary. And I am also angry at those women/girls, but at the end of the day they are also victims of the patriarchy that benefits men. :/

Honestly, I don't even know how perfect my body actually is. All I know is that flat chested girls always told me to be grateful cause I got boys looking at me. It was always about the boys and they were saying it like I wouldn't rather be part of some wlw porn that have to date a men that like my boobs more than he likes me. I've been told one too many time things like "X looked at your chest, he really likes you!".😬😬😬 Sis, no! Was I supposed to feel flattered by it? Eww, gross! Please never look at me.

I think a big part of me remaining grounded were my parents. Since I grew up in a very balanced household where there didn't exist any power differences, the whole thing seemed off to me. My parents were equals and respected each other and they thought me that this is how relationships work. When I didn't receive this kind of respect from someone else, then this is when I was becoming uncomfortable. I wasn't raised the way society wanted me to be raised so I think this is why I always had this instinct to resist and not accept this kind of abuse.

And thank you for saying all that!~ I don't know if I really am all the things you mentioned, but I am surely trying to. Because I don't want to let these things define me, like no one else shouldn't. It's okay to suffer and feel bad for a little, but try to get back on track as fast as you can because you know what babies? None of those people that tormented you will pay for your food or bills later in life, so you shouldn't give them the time of the day. In the end, I was the one that ended up the best and most of those people are some sorry losers now.

I don't even think I talked about it properly. There are events that I missed and remembered after posting it, i feel like it's very poorly and summarily written and a lot of parts don't make sense. I just wanted to let it out and it was definitely an impulse decision. Definitely thought about deleting it and not posting, but I really have nothing to lose. I really wanted to take this weight off my chest. But thank you for being proud!🥺💛

And I know! You and everyone else can also talk to me. I am here to listen to you!💕

#asks #daisy wifey🌼#smarty💛#the cutest bean💛#sweet anons

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thearvariblues · 4 years

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The Bard and The Wolf - Chapter Four

(AKA Geraskier in the Metal Band AU you didn’t know you needed)

The fourth chapter, in which Jaskier deals with his terrible and well-deserved hangover, with a bit of help from someone he definitely didn’t expect.

You can also find the fic on AO3. :)

The masterpost for this fic can be found HERE.

4 – There’s a Monster In My Pants

Geralt must have hung down the phone before Jaskier finished throwing up, because when the poor hungover bard crawled back to the bedroom, Geralt wasn’t on the line anymore.

Jaskier knew he probably should call him back, but he was too exhausted to deal with whatever Geralt wanted to say to him now. Probably that he was out of the band, for good, with no chance of ever returning.

Jaskier took his phone with him, just in case, and very slowly made his way to the living room, where he stretched on the sofa and covered himself with a blanket. He refused to stay in bed, but he also refused to function.

He was feeling like hell. Partially it was the hangover. His stomach still felt queasy, his head was spinning and the dwarf in his skull abandoned his hammer and grabbed a power drill instead. It was a purgatory, and Jaskier was pretty sure he absolutely deserved it.

Oh, dear God. Trust him to blow his chance to have something good in his life. No, not good. Something great.

“Stupid, stupid Jaskier,” he muttered, closed his eyes firmly and decided to spend the day wallowing in self-pity.

He must have fallen asleep soon after making this decision, because all of a sudden, somebody was banging on his door, and quite loudly at that.

“Oh, fuck off,” he muttered and tried to hide under his blanket, but the horrible sound just wouldn’t stop. Jaskier struggled into a sitting position and groaned. “Who the fuck is that?!”

The banging stopped, but what came after was even more horrible.

“Who the fuck do you think, Jaskier?” said a deep, husky voice he recognized after the first syllable.

Jaskier swallowed.

“This is not Jaskier!” he called in a voice much higher than his own. “This is his flatmate… Alfred! Darling. Jaskier went to visit his poor sick grandmother who lives in Siberia!”

“Nice try,” Geralt chuckled. “But you’ve told me you lived alone. Open the fucking door, Jask.”

“No way,” Jaskier replied. “I’m too young and pretty to die!”

“I’m not here to kill you. But I will the next time I see you if you don’t open the door right fucking now.”

“Ugh, fine,” Jaskier groaned and stood up, very slowly and carefully, huddled in his blanket. He made his way to the door and opened it. The first thing he saw were two golden eyes and an amused smirk. “What?”

Geralt raised his right hand, which was holding two paper bags.

“Belgian fries, tartar sauce, chocolate cake,” he announced. “Also, there’s a Monster in my pants. And I mean the energy drink, not what you’re probably thinking right now. All tried and tested hangover remedies.”

“Jesus Christ, I love you,” Jaskier moaned and stepped away from the door.

It was entirely possible that Geralt was lying about not being here to kill him, but he brought fries, meaning he’s bought his way into the flat.

“Not Jesus Christ, last time I checked,” Geralt chuckled. “And your affection is way too easily won, Bard.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m a whore. Please come in, excuse the mess, gimme the fries, the cake and the Monster from your pants.”

“We are still talking about the drink, right?” Geralt asked, shutting the door behind him.

Jaskier let his body fall onto the couch.

“My dearest wolf, I wouldn’t be able to get it up even if I wanted.”

Geralt smiled and handed him the bags and a can of energy drink he took out of his back pocket.

“Good. That’s what you deserve for being so damn stupid.”

“Yeah, I know. I definitely should have stopped drinking after the fucking video,” Jaskier muttered, digging in the bag that was a little bigger than the other. “But I felt like shit, and I wanted to forget, and… Oh, you mean I deserve it for the video. Right.”

Geralt sat down in an armchair and watched Jaskier hungrily stuff a few fries into his mouth.

“Don’t you?” he asked as Jaskier popped open the energy drink.

“Absolutely. Is that why you’re here, Geralt? To act as my voice of conscience? You could have saved yourself the trouble, my conscience’s been nagging at me ever since I woke up.”

“I came here to make sure you were okay, you moron,” Geralt grunted. “I would gladly let you die, but as Ciri pointed out, if you did, we would have to find a new singer, and I don’t think I’m ready for auditions.”

“Oh, how loved and appreciated I feel right now.”

“Hmm...”

Jaskier sighed and closed his eyes.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered. “Look, I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry for the video, it was a stupid idea and Ciri definitely should have stopped me. And I’m sorry… I’m fucking sorry for outing you.”

“You didn’t know I wasn’t out.”

“Precisely. I didn’t know, I should have kept my big, stupid mouth shut. Fuck. I know how it feels, I’ve been outed by a friend before, and now I do it to somebody else?”

“Jaskier...”

“I mean, the friend outed me to my parents and he did it on purpose, but it doesn’t matter if it’s on purpose, does it?”

“Jaskier.”

“The result is the same, somebody who didn’t want to be out is out now, and they have to deal with the consequences–”

“Jask.”

Jaskier blinked.

“What?”

“It’s fine. As Renfri would gladly tell you, I’ve been talking about doing this for months, I just never gathered the courage to say Look, fans, I know you all think I am this big bad manly wolf, every woman’s wet dream, but I’m kind of also into guys, please don’t hate me. It’s almost a relief that someone did it for me.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Jaskier muttered.

“Do what?”

“Try to… convince me that my mistake was actually a good thing.” He took a sip from the drink. “How the hell did you even know the normal one was my favorite, and not one of those disgusting sugar-free fancy ones?”

“I didn’t,” Geralt shrugged. “I just took my favorite.”

“Oh. Thanks. I mean it. You’re a dear heart, Geralt.”

“I know.”

Jaskier uttered a tiny laugh.

“And so humble… What do your fans think about your bisexuality, by the way?”

“No idea. Haven’t checked the comments yet.”

“You haven’t?”

“Have you checked them yet? After all, you outed yourself, too.”

“Yes. As bisexual, but everyone already thought I was gay, so it’s no big deal.”

“Hmm...”

“Oh, stop it with the grunts. By the way, how was I supposed to check anything? I was barely conscious. Well, not even barely, most of the time. I’m only coming back to life thanks to this heavenly goodness you’ve brought me. Those fries were amazing. And now for the cake… Oh, dear lord, I’m starting to think I did die, and I ended up in heaven!”

“Well, it’s obvious you really feel better,” Geralt smirked.

“Physically, yes. Though it would help me tremendously if you checked the comments, so I can stop feeling like shit for… you know.”

“Why don’t you check them yourself?”

“Because, my dear Geralt… Oh, yes, this is fabulous,” he moaned as he put a plastic fork full of cake into his mouth. “My dear, dear wolf, I’d hate to have to throw up the feast you brought me.”

“Jask...”

“Please?”

“Ugh, fine,” Geralt muttered, taking his phone out of his pocket. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Someone’ mentioned it before. Several people. Many, many, many people.”

“I’m only doing this for you. Not because I want to know.”

“Of course.”

“I don’t.”

“Of course.”

“I really… Oh, fuck.”

“Good fuck or bad fuck?”

Geralt took a deep breath, scrolling through the comments on his phone’s screen.

“Well, the good news is, not so many people noticed the bit about my sexuality. Most of these comments are about you.”

“Fuck,” Jaskier sighed. “Okay. Gimme. I’m ready for them to tear me apart.”

“I saw that yesterday,” Geralt smirked. “As you wish. So… Oh, yes, that’s a good one. Oh, boy. This bard looks like a pure cinnamon roll, acts like a pure cinnamon roll, but in reality he’s just a feral bitch who’s out for blood. I mean, I’m not sure what it even means, but it sounds good, right?”

“It is good. Please, please, don’t let it be the only one.”

“Dear God, this guy’s chaotic energy is off the charts. I wasn’t sure about the whole thing, but I can’t help it, I love him already.”

“Oh, yes, baby, yes!” Jaskier groaned.

“I’m definitely getting old, I didn’t understand a word of it,” Geralt muttered. “Oh, this one I understand. Am I the only one who’s been humming Toss a Coin To Your Witcher for the past ten minutes? Well, since the comment has more than a hundred likes, he probably isn’t the only one.”

“It’s a catchy song,” Jaskier said.

“Yeah, though that bit about a humble bard definitely wasn’t inspired by you,” Geralt chuckled. “Oh, God… I am a heterosexual guy, but seeing those blue eyes, I understand why Geralt would let him suck his cock. And the reaction to that is… Man, I’m a lesbian, and I would gladly let him suck my cock. And then… Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Jaskier had closed his eyes, but now he opened them and focused on Geralt.

“What?”

“And Geralt’s not even heterosexual. He probably stood no chance.”

“And here we go,” Jaskier said and pushed the cake aside. “But this is good. It’s great, Geralt. they’re taking it as a fact, that’s the best–”

“Guys. Guys, are we really ignoring the fact this adorable bard said that Geralt, our mighty White Wolf, was bi? I mean, we knew it already… How the fuck did they know?!”

“Hate to break it to you, dear heart, but I knew it, too, even before Lambert told me,” Jaskier shrugged. “You just have this… bisexual energy.”

“Bisexual energy,” Geralt repeated.

“Kinda, yeah.”

“The important question – when he’s with a guy, is Geralt a top, or a bottom?”

“Oh, I know the answer to that, too!”

“I doubt that,” Geralt muttered. “Don’t know about Geralt, but this Jaskier guy is definitely a power bottom.”

“Wrong. Absolutely, completely wrong,” Jaskier commented.

Geralt shook his head.

“I can’t believe… Just yesterday, they were calling you a twink and a fairy and...”

“Cocksucker,” Jaskier prompted.

“And now they… speculate about my sexual preferences? And they believe you sucked my cock to get in the band?!”

“Oh, no, they don’t. Fret not, dear heart, they’re just… playing along. It’s a joke.”

“Am I the only one here who just loves how absolutely smitten this guy is with the rest of the band, Lambert included? So fucking adorable!”

“Oh, I’m gonna start blushing.”

“So, are we giving this puppy a chance? All those in favor, say Aye!”

“How many Ayes?” Jaskier asked, biting his lower lip.

“Way, way too many,” Geralt smiled. “It seems you got lucky, you feral bitch. Congrats. You’re a new fan favorite.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Jaskier grinned. “I’m gonna make you famous yet, Witcher!”

“I doubt that. You haven’t made Dandelions famous, did you?”

“It’s hard to make a band famous when no matter what you suggest, they tell you Nah, Julian, that’s stupid, I’m not doing that.”

“Don’t worry. We’d never call you Julian, Jask.”

“Very reassuring,” Jaskier chuckled. “Why do you call me Jask, anyway?”

“Shorter than Jaskier. But if you want me to stop…”

“No, that’s not… I don’t mind. I like it. Just don’t call me Julian. I hate being called Julian. Only my parents call me Julian, and only when I do something they don’t approve of. Which is like… all the time. I haven’t seen them in years, but I’m sure that when I see them again, they’re gonna be like… Oh. Julian. You look… healthy. Which basically means I got fat, by the way.”

“Fat? Where?” Geralt blinked.

“Oh, darling. We’re talking about my mother, so… everywhere.”

“Bullshit,” Geralt grunted. “You’re not fat.”

“I do tend to get a little chubby if I let myself go too much.”

“Bullshit,” Geralt repeated.

Jaskier smiled and got back to his cake.

“I didn’t say I minded,” he said. “But thanks, anyway.”

“You’re… welcome?”

“Would you like a bite?” Jaskier asked. “I’m not giving you my plastic fork, but there’s a normal one in the kitchen. Maybe even a clean one, if you’re lucky.”

“Well, I’m not gonna say no,” Geralt laughed and got to his feet.

“And in the meantime, you could tell me what you think about Toss a Coin To Your Witcher.”

“Fuck,” Geralt muttered. “I knew this was coming…”

They were just in the middle of discussing their favorite metal bands (well, Geralt’s favorite, and Jaskier’s I really liked them ten years ago) when Geralt’s phone rang. He answered it with a little apologetic smile.

“Yes, what is it, Ciri? … No, I’m pretty sure I haven’t been gone for two hours already. … Right. I have. … No, I’m not trying to find a place to bury his body. … No, we’re not in a hospital. … No, Jaskier is fine, we’re just… talking. And I kind of lost track of the time. … Yes, I know I have a client in an hour. … Yes. … Yes, Ciri. … Yeah. See you at home. Love you too.”

He ended the call and sighed.

“Gotta go?” Jaskier asked. He was looking way better than he had upon Geralt’s arrival. His face wasn’t deathly pale, for a start, and his eyes were much brighter and clearer. He still looked tired, though.

“Yes. Because I’m an idiot who takes clients on Saturdays,” Geralt muttered and got to his feet. “Will you be all right here?”

“Absolutely, thanks to you,” Jaskier smiled. “You saved my life, Wolf.”

“You’re welcome, Bard,” Geralt nodded. “Will you make it to the rehearsal tonight, or should I call it off?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there.”

“Good. See you there, then. Take care, Jask.”

“See you, Geralt.”

Jaskier waited until he heard the door click behind Geralt before he let out a long, deep breath. He fought the wide smile that threatened to make its way on his face.

Fuck, he was enjoying Geralt’s company way too much. That wasn’t good. That wasn’t good at all...

Continue with Chapter Five

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fic #witcher fic #witcher fanfiction #the bard and the wolf #my fics

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We found love in a hopeless place part 9

Chapter 9: Our First Kiss

Early that day, while Spencer was with Emily. Max drove to pick up her younger sister, Eloise, because a pipe broke and the principal sent them home for the day.

When her sister got in the car and hugged her she asked "what's up with your car?"

"Oh Dad had to use it. His car is at the mechanical workshop so he dropped me at school and went to buy food and other things" Max nodded.

"Ok. Lucky I was out early today" she smiled at her "want to eat McDonald's?" Asked Max which made her sister smiled big and nodded. Max laughed and drove to the restaurant.

"So how are things with Spencer? The guy we met yesterday?"

"Well things are going good. He's the sweetest guy I ever met, a little awkward but it's cute" she smiled softly.

"You really like him, don't you?" Max nodded "what does he do?"

"He's a FBI agent"

"Really? That's awesome!" Said Eloise with a smile.

"Yeah but I feel like something just happened because he's out of job for a month. He hasn't talked about it and I don't want to make him uncomfortable"

"Why do you think so?"

"He said he had a nightmare last night and the fact that he's not working right now" she said as she parked the car close to the restaurant.

"Maybe he had a tough case. I heard that kind of jobs can cause PTSD"

"Of course I know it and I'm sure that was what brought him to the doctor where we met" Eloise nodded then they got out of the car and walked in the fast food restaurant.

They ordered two cheese burgers with fries and sodas. They sat down and started to eat then Max looked at her little sister "by the way... How did you know about the PTSD and the FBI?"

"Internet. I had to do an essay about the consequences of war in the army so I just made the connection with a FBI agent" she said matter-of-factly.

Max raised an eyebrow but smiled "of course, you always shock me with the information you discovered on internet"

"Internet is the best tool you could have" she laughed and ate a fry. Max also laughed and both ate and kept talking now and then about Max's work or Eloise's classes.

Their lunch was relaxed. Then Max drove to her dad's house and spent some time there.

When they arrived there was Michelle with her son, who hugged his aunts excited "aunt Max and aunt Ellie. I will go to the spelling competition!" He smiled big and both women smiled back and hugged him tight "The school's principal said I will go to a little competition a week after we start classes. It will be against other kids from the school"

"Congratulations buddy" said Max while ruffled his hair gentle.

"You will nail it Sammy" commented Eloise.

"Thank you aunts. I hope I don't lose my first competition"

"Nah you will do it great" Eloise and Max said at the same time.

"You own me an ice cream" said Eloise laughing and Max rolled her eyes but laughed too.

Then their father showed up with some coffee and some cake for his grandson.

They talked while the kid played with a tablet. Then Max got a message from Spencer asking if they could meet for coffee and she answered with a yes and excused herself with her family.

When she was gone the two sisters smirked "do you think this is the one for her?" Asked Michelle.

"I'm sure he is. She is crazy for him. Today she and I were talking and she quoted some of the things he told her. Even some random facts"

"Well, to be honest. I was getting worry after that idiot and her broke up. She hasn't had look luck with love"

"Yeah I will kill Mike if I see his face again" said Eloise with anger in her voice.

"Me too but back to Spencer" said the older sister "do you know about him?"

"Not much. Max kept some details about him to herself" they looked at Sam playing with some cars and making noises.

"He will come this Saturday maybe we can talk to him" suggested Michelle with a wicked smirk.

"I love your ideas!" Said the little sister excited and high-five her.

Meanwhile Max drove to the park Spencer told her to go. When she arrived she looked for him until she saw him sitting on a bench with a kid playing chess.

She smiled and walked to him "hey there" she said to him.

"Oh hey Max. These are Leonard and Patrick. I met them a few minutes ago and they wanted to play chess but didn't know the rules so while I was waiting. I taught them how to play"

"Really? And how old are you two?" Max asked softly looking at them.

"I'm 8 and my brother is 7" said Patrick then he looked at Spencer "is she your wife?"

They blushed and Spencer shook his head "No, we are dating but she's not even my girlfriend" he said looking at him.

"She's pretty. You should ask her. My mom always said that if you want something you should ask for it" he smiled innocently.

Max could see Spencer was uncomfortable, she bit her lower lip holding a laugh but his answer made her blush "I will think about it Pat" said Spencer smiling "ok kids. I have to go" they growled softly "but don't worry. If you want I can return tomorrow to teach you more" they smiled big "goodbye kids" he stood up and high-five them.

The couple walked in silence for a while then Max said "did they liked how you explained the game?"

"Kids understand easily the game. You just need to use the right words. An investigation said that teaching kids how to play chess will improve their social abilities, of course their math, language and logical thought" he told her "chest is easy to understand, the difficulties start when you have to learn strategies to win"

"My dad tried to teach me but I never understood" she blushed softly "I think my artistic brain couldn't handle to much math" she laughed.

"It's weird because I bet you can calculate pretty good" she raised her eyebrow "you know art is about proportions. You need to know the proper angle to draw a human being or know the right place to take a photo so the light show exactly what you want" she rubbed her chin thinking "it's all math"

"I think you are right" she looked up at him "but it's something we don't realize we are doing it"

"Exactly... I do calculations in my mind but I'm aware of that, you do it in automatic"

"Ok I understand" they arrived to a food truck that have coffee. They ordered and paid for it. When they had it they continued to walk "how was your meeting with your boss?"

"It wasn't a work meeting, she wanted to talk about me, ask me how I was and looked at me" he took a sip of his coffee "we met a long time and before she was my boss, we became friends and all the people at the BAU are like my family"

"Amazing, I feel the same about my job at the school. But sometimes I feel like I should be doing something different..."

"Like?"

"Like... Working in a museum because I know I won't be a great painter like Picasso or Van Gogh but I feel I could do more in a place where art is the main department"

"I used to think that. I wished to work in the cure of the schizophrenia or something like that but I ended up with the FBI" he looked at her "but then Emily showed me that I was helping people with my job there and I realized that I'm a better person because of this job"

She nodded and smiled at him "but it's stressful, right?"

"And sometimes dangerous" he said looking around.

"I can imagine" she looked at him. They stayed in silence for a few minutes. They finished their coffees and sat down "you aren't working because you developed a PTSD?" She asked.

He looked at her and sighed "yeah... I was having some symptoms"

"You don't have to tell me what happened"

"I want to but not today" he held her hand "you are becoming an important part of my life even though we just met a month ago" he looked at her "I'm not the kind of person who likes to express his feelings so when I do. It means a lot"

She looked at him "you too. And to show you I trust you, I will tell you why I had to go to the doctor..." She looked down.

"You don't have to Max..."

"But I want to Spencer" she looked around, the sky was getting darker and the park was getting emptier. She looked at him and smiled "it was two years ago... I met this guy... His name was Mike Davis. He was so sweet and kind, he was tall, he had brown hair and green eyes. A handsome man... We started to date and it was wonderful" she looked down "a few months later we moved together. After that he became something totally different. He treated me horrible, he never hurted me with his fists but he used terrible words to me... He made me feel like an idiot" Spencer felt the need to look for him and punched him.

"You had the mentality of an abused woman... No matter if he ever hit you or not"

"Yeah I defended him and he pulled me away from my family. We were always very close but he managed to break us" she had tears in her eyes. He rubbed her back waiting for her to continue "a few months ago I finally ended that after realizing what was happening. He left to New Jersey and then we met at the doctor"

"Did you talk to her? About this?" She nodded.

"Yes and I told her that I met a man who was helping me to move on and realized that not all men are like Mike" he smiled softly "I never talked about this with people outside my family and closed friends"

He held her hand "I promise that I will tell you what happened to me" he promised "maybe in a private place because it's something really bad" she nodded and held his hand tightly.

"Ok Spence" and without thinking she leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was slow and sweet, he rubbed her cheek gently in the kiss. They broke the kiss slowly but left their forehead together and eyes closed, they smiled.

OOooOOooOO

After next chapter I will start watching season 13 and use some events on the fic. In fact I want to add the guy from New Orleans.

#spencer reid #criminal mind #maxine brenner #maxcer #fanfiction

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32 + 6 Good Omens Fic Recs

There have been so many good stories to come out of the Good Omens fandom that I thought I should finally go about making a rec list and give credit to the ones that have given me the most joy.

As ever, feel free to reblog and check out my other rec lists for the following fandoms:

The Untamed list one and two - various pairings, mostly Wangxian

IT chapter 2 list one and two - Reddie

Various BL Series fic (fandoms: Love By Chance, TharnType, 2Moons series, My Engineer, Until We Meet Again, 2gether, History3: Trapped)

Or just head over to my bookmarks on AO3.

All fics are completed. All fics are Aziraphale/Crowley.

** denotes a favorite

1. you knew my name on sight by brinnanza - “This wasn’t me, you know,” Crowley says, the words out of his mouth before he’s made the conscious choice to utter them. “Not just the library, but the whole civil war. You know me; I’ve mostly been getting drunk at Bacchanals.”

“I know,” says Aziraphale. (general, 8,300 words)

Reccer’s note: Aziraphale knows Crowley, perhaps even better than he knows himself. This is a bittersweet story about two human shaped-beings who love the Earth, even when it hurts.

2. End with Hope by PepperPrints - In 537 A.D., the Black Knight enters King Arthur's Tournament of Champions, with quite disastrous consequences, and Sir Aziraphale of the Round Table takes it upon himself to intervene -- which, naturally, also turns out to be quite disastrous in itself. (explicit, 15,888 words)

Reccer’s note: Such great pining from Crowley here. This is a really meaty story with a satisfying ending and a gorgeous sex scene, but it definitely leaves me wishing for a modern sequel to see what happens next.

3. Fraternizing by kalpurna - Aziraphale has an unexpected house guest. Crowley disapproves. (explicit, 5,720 words)

Reccer’s note: A curious young angel comes down from Heaven to investigate what things are like on Earth. He asks a lot of very...awkward questions about Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship. It seems to diverge from canon in that Heaven knows about Aziraphale working with Crowley and sort of looks the other way.

4. Some strangeness in the proportion by trailingoff - ‘I assume your punishment involved the destruction of the demon, but I am not aware of the details,’ says the Angel. ‘The description was redacted from your file and labelled “Highly Classified” with a red stamp.’

*Aziraphale is trying to mourn in peace, but the cause of his grief keeps bothering him. (teen, 11,461 words)

Reccer’s note: Heavy angst warning. This one hurt, but in the best way. Angst with a happy ending. Gabriel figures out the best way to hurt Aziraphale: he makes Crowley into another soulless angel. This story contains grieving and suicidal ideation and attempted suicide. Aziraphale does not take Crowley’s passing well.

5. In Style by shinyopals - ‘You can’t get kidnapped by the forces of Hell looking like that!’ insists Crowley. ‘I have certain standards to maintain!’

Letting someone else drive your body is weird enough without them accidentally ruining your look. Luckily Crowley's around to fix things. (general, 2,124 words)

Reccer’s note: I am an absolute sucker for stories about playing with hair or massage or any kind of pleasant, comforting touching, and this is a great one. I liked Crowley’s voice in this, and the whole thing was very sweet and cozy.

6. Birds of a Feather by idiopathicsmile - “Isn’t this nice?” says Aziraphale with badly feigned casualness the next time Crowley stops by for a late night drink.

Crowley is all set to reply, words lined up in his mouth waiting to go, when Aziraphale adds, “I mean, all of the books and furniture and bottles of wine and things?”

Aziraphale nests. Crowley relearns some crucial facts about angelic courtship rituals. (teen, 3608 words)

Reccer’s note: Aziraphale decides to go all in on courting Crowley, but Crowley is entirely befuddled by what is happening. Some nice mutual pining here, followed by a bit of supernatural, glowy sex.

7. By Definition by idiopathicsmile - Aziraphale has certainly dabbled in the world of carnal delights over the years, most notably in the late nineteenth century, when a certain infernal adversary was enjoying a century-long nap and seemingly the only way to pass the time had been to develop some hobbies. (explicit, 3074 words)

Reccer’s note: Aziraphale is not that into sex, but he’s VERY into Crowley and watching him come apart beneath him. And Crowley is VERY interested in, you know, having that happen. So things work out quite nicely. Even though the physical sensations of sex don’t do much for him, the author does a nice job of showing how Aziraphale still luxuriates in watching Crowley. It’s super hot. Crowley agrees.

8. I am not scared of the elements by sparklespiff - After the loveliest meal of his entire existence, Aziraphale followed Crowley back to the Bentley. He wondered if it would be too forward to try to hold Crowley's free hand, or if he ought to wait for Crowley to reach out. Probably he should wait. Crowley had done the asking, after all, and would better know what he was doing. And anyway, riding in the Bentley was dangerous enough without removing one of Crowley's hands from doing something theoretically necessary for the operation of an automobile.

or: Two occult/ethereal beings with one (1) brain cell between them attempt to end 6000 years of pining. (general, 3609 words)

Reccer’s note: Aziraphale thinks it’s go time after the events of the show, but Crowley believes that Aziraphale has once again put on the brakes. They’re working at cross-purposes, but they both want the same thing. Eventually it all works out.

9. attachment by artenon - 1941. Crowley is hurt more than he lets on from walking on the consecrated ground of the church. Aziraphale takes care of him while grappling with the realization that he's in love with Crowley. (teen, 4455 words)

A bit of mild hurt/comfort. It’s always nice when stories have Aziraphale helping Crowley, because it’s often the other way around. And you can never go wrong with a good h/c.

10. speeding up by tamerofdarkstars - Crowley stopped calculating the minute shifts required to bring his knee into contact with Aziraphale’s and looked instead at the divine being next to him currently licking butter off his fingers.

“Wait. You picked this because you thought I’d like it?” (general, 1725 words)

Reccer’s note: This is one of the shortest fics on the list, but what it lacks in length, it makes up for in utter preciousness. So many pure ‘what if I held his hand??’ thoughts.

11.** Five Times Crowley Fails To Demonically Seduce Anyone, And One Time He Doesn't Need To by shinyopals - 'I need you to tell me how to find a human willing to have sex with me, and then how to persuade them to actually do it in the least unpleasant way possible for everyone involved. If I don’t manage at least one seduction, I’m going to get recalled back Down There.’

Aziraphale stared at Crowley for a moment. ‘I think…’ he said delicately, ‘that we should have that drink.’ (mature, 11,166 words)

Reccer’s note: Oh, the feelings. The feelings. Crowley is forced by Hell to engage in some human seduction, when all he wants to do is be seduced by Aziraphale. The pining. The light angst. The gorgeous ending. Read this story.

12. ** Anywhere You Want to Go by Aria - Aziraphale knew Crowley liked him. He'd known it with a horrible clarity since around 1100, which was at least a thousand years after the first time he'd thought of kissing Crowley, and some eight hundred and odd before it occurred to him that the specific quality of Crowley's regard could be very dangerous for both of them, if they actually admitted their feelings aloud.

It was also two weeks since any of that had mattered at all anymore. (explicit, 9990 words)

Reccer’s note: I wish this story was about 10,000 words longer. The sweet and slow coming together here is lovely. This is a South Downs cottage story, where, after everything, Aziraphale is finally ready to face his feelings for Crowley and Crowley’s feelings for him in return. Crowley’s disbelieving, besotted, overwhelmed reaction is my new favorite thing in this fandom.

13. human childcare for the occult (and ethereal) by suzukiblu - The Dowlings miraculously need a nanny and a gardener at the same time, and Aziraphale suggests they flip for it. Crowley takes one moment to picture Aziraphale nannying anyone and calls dibs. It’s not that Aziraphale’s terrible with humans, he’s just, well. Terrible with humans. Truly, truly terrible.

He doesn’t want to deal with Aziraphale getting metaphorically guillotined or kicking up security’s paranoia, basically. A gardener can be a little odd, and no one will notice or care. Except Warlock, perhaps, as the only other person with any real reason to spend much time out on the lawn, but Warlock’s the one they want noticing so that’ll be fine, Crowley’s sure.

Even if it does make him cringe a little, leaving Aziraphale in charge of the plants. (general, 11,954 words)

Reccer’s note: As with all nanny/gardener stories, you need to mentally erase Aziraphale’s horrifying gardener disguise from your brain in order to enjoy this. But this tale of Crowley and Aziraphale becoming “godfathers” to Warlock and making a cozy little life together at the Dowlings is wonderful.

14. Naps and Other Surprises by out_there - The angel is a surprisingly good kisser. All soft lips and gentle sighs, and the careful graze of fingertips along Crowley's jaw. But there's also the scrape of fingernails at the nape of his neck, the pins and needles shiver it sends down his spine, the slightest catch of teeth on his lower lip. (explicit, 4,312 words)

Reccer’s note: Another slow and cozy fic that starts with Aziraphale slowly and carefully giving Crowley a massage and ends with him slowly and carefully eating Crowley out. Pretty nice day for Crowley tbh.

15 & 16. Ineffable Endearments series by TheLadyZephyr - So far this series includes two stories: Four times Crowley called Aziraphale "sweetheart" without noticing (and One time he did) and Four times Crowley fails to cope with Aziraphale using a pet name (and One time he starts to get used to it)

(not rated, 6,130 words total for the series)

Reccer’s note: Look, if you’re going to do the pet names things, I think you have to really lean into it, and that’s what this author does. It’s sweet how adorably flustered they each get in these stories. So fluffy.

17. An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually by TheLadyZephyr - Crowley was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking a little lost. Aziraphale eyed the distance between them. Five steps. Five steps, and six thousand years, and a battlefield spanning an eternity.

The story of the little moments over the millennia that shape an angel’s regard for a demon, and the way he slowly, with great reluctance but inevitable surety, falls in love. (general, 7,548 words)

Reccer’s note: I wish more stories would span the centuries the way that this one does. There’s so much material ripe for a good love story in it, and this author seems to understand that. Slow burn that I wish was a little slower, but still left me satisfied, especially the kiss at the end, when Aziraphale literally says “fuck it.”

18. get religion quick (cause you're looking divine) by brinnanza - So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing.

It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop. (general, 4,285 words)

Reccer’s note: Why, why, why aren’t there more stories with Aziraphale being sure that Crowley can’t love him? This is wonderful seeing the pining from the other side. And of course Aziraphale is completely wrong and completely silly, but that just makes it better. Stars in my eyes for this one.

19. Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture - Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends?

Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect? (Mature,10,134 words)

Reccer’s note: Crowley knows that Aziraphale has sex, so he assumes it must just be him he doesn’t want. Aziraphale, meanwhile, assumes that Crowley just isn’t Into That. 6000 years of Crowley pining. I will honestly never get enough of this trope. Not ever. I will die wanting more.

20. the first week of the rest of their lives by Deputychairman - “Port gives the worst hangovers in the world, did you know that?” Crowley slurred when the bottle was all gone. “Don’t know who got credit for that one. Nice drink, lovely drink, shame it makes you want to die in the morning.”

“Such a shame,” Aziraphale agreed sadly, watching Crowley stretch out on his sofa. He did like port. He liked Crowley stretched out on his sofa, too. (mature, 4,618 words)

Reccer’s note: The world doesn’t end, but Aziraphale needs a bit of time to ease himself into the idea of a life with Crowley. Crowley obliges him, as ever. I like the way that the sex feels inevitable here, like they’re just falling naturally into it. I also like that Crowley is the one to ravish Aziraphale first.

21. Not So Blue by pineapplecrushface - Aziraphale presses his suit. Crowley mostly has a lot of questions. (mature, 5,501 words)

Reccer’s note: After the events of the show, things start to change and Crowley doesn’t know if he’s quite ready for it. The way that Crowley comes to recognize Aziraphale’s feelings for what they are was so beautiful.

22. Almost Human Moments by shinyopals - The fact that Crowley's largest contribution to saving the world had been to encourage a scared child was an uncomfortable fact that he was endeavouring to bottle up. He was actually doing quite well at bottling it up because of all the other uncomfortable facts he was currently dealing with that he couldn’t even begin to figure out how to bottle up.

Such as: Hell was going to find him, and make him pay.

After the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, Crowley broods, Aziraphale thinks, and somehow they manage to muddle through. (teen, 6,701 words)

Reccer’s note: The visceral and immediate reaction that Crowley has to the idea of Aziraphale going down to Hell was so lovely. There’s also some very intense hand holding that really pushes my buttons. The world needs more desperate hand holding.

23. ** Ever After by ArabellaFaith - We all know they're in love. But maybe, now that the head offices are off their backs, Crowley and Aziraphale can actually DO something about it.

A rambling descent into love confessions, sexual exploration, and what it means for these two to live happily ever after. (explicit, 16,450 words)

Reccer’s note: So much sex. So much really, really good sex. Desperate sex. First time sex. Sex with feelings Is there anything better in fanfic? I really don’t think so.

24 & 25. ** It’s Not The End of the World, Dear series by jessthereckless - Series includes two stories so far: Lie Back And Think Of Dinner and Still My Heart Has Wings

After averting the apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale re-examine their relationship and reach the obvious conclusion: they're retired, they're in love and they're damn well going to enjoy it. Providing, of course, that they can stay out of trouble. (mature, 20,745 words total for the series)

Reccer’s note: WHY ISN’T THERE MORE MAGICAL SEX IN THIS FANDOM? I want literally earth-shattering orgasms, give them to me, people. These stories are so good, because the author packs so much feeling and sensuality into every agonized scene between them. There’s desperation, there’s so much love, and there’s really weird-but-hot sex.

26. Taking the Liberty by CartWrite - After swapping bodies (but before their respective sides come for them), Aziraphale spends the night in Crowley's flat trying to figure out how to talk, walk, and be convincing as Crowley. Trouble is, he's such a convincing Crowley, he starts to convince himself to... well. Things get out of hand. (explicit, 3,463 words)

Reccer’s note: Is it really masturbation if you’re bodyswapped with the guy you’ve spent 6000 years pretending not to be obsessed with? Asking for a friend.

27. a city wall and a trampoline by kafkian - In their cottage in the South Downs, when Crowley eventually succeeds in getting Aziraphale to use a laptop, it takes Aziraphale literal hours to get past the default Windows screensavers of picturesque locations because 'oh, look, isn't it lovely, Crowley!'

5 times Crowley knows he’s in love with Aziraphale + 1 time he knows the reverse. (teen, 4,727 words)

Reccer’s note: Crowley just being so endlessly fond of Aziraphale fills me with so much joy. And it’s here again. It’s technically five times that he knows he’s in love with Aziraphale, but it’s also five times that Crowley tries so hard to make Aziraphale happy.

28. A Home at the Beginning of the World by stereobone - "Oh," Aziraphale says. "I think Crowley might have moved in with me." (explicit, 5,867 words)

Reccer’s note: A visit with Anathema and Newt helps Aziraphale realize some very clear things that he’s been missing.

29. Too Generous by rfsmiley - “You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”

Or: what happened after the [ we all got hit by a ] bus scene (aka "you could stay at my place, if you like")....(teen, 1,501 words)

Reccer’s note: Crowley offers Aziraphale the bed, and Aziraphale suggests that there would be room for two. Contains slinky Crowley, which there should just be more of in the world.

30. His Banner Over Me by pineapplecrushface - Three of Aziraphale's excellent ideas, and how Crowley (very casually) obliges him, as a friend does. (explicit, 5475 words)

Reccer’s note: Handjobs. Just...truly excellent mutual handjobs. \

And finally, because this is my blog and I can, here is a list of my own stories for after you finish all the recs above:

1. The Seduction Malfunction - “Disguise yourself,” Hastur said. “Pretend you’re a priest, or better yet, an altar boy. Their lot can’t resist an altar boy.”

Crowley held in a hysterical bubble of laughter as he imagined Aziraphale’s horrified face at being confronted with Crowley disguised as a lascivious altar boy. He’d feed him soup and give him a good talking to before sending him on his way.

Crowley gets orders to seduce Aziraphale to the dark side. It goes about as well as you might expect. (teen, 5,441 words)

2. Transference - There was always a low level hum of attraction and lust in the air when Crowley was around. In fact, Aziraphale couldn’t recall a single time, after their first meeting on the wall, when he hadn’t watched Crowley dazzle and transfix every poor human that they encountered. He’d even seen Eve give him the eye when he was in his human form, back in the day, and she’d been with child at the time.

Aziraphale couldn’t blame them for falling victim to Crowley’s considerable wiles. He was a demon, after all. Tempting was in the job description. Plus, he’d clearly designed his human form to be utterly irresistible to all humans, from his eye-catching hair down to his stylish clothing. It was overkill, if you asked Aziraphale. But then, he supposed, overkill wasn’t really a thing with demons.

Aziraphale would win a gold medal in Mental Gymnastics. (mature, 4,282 words)

3. Step in the Bright Lights - The angel was holding court on the walking path surrounded by a passel of small children and their bored parents. He wore an absolutely ridiculous magician’s costume, complete with a top hat, cape, black wand, and a painted on mustache above his upper lip that had Crowley recoiling in horror. On a table in front of Aziraphale was a sign that proclaimed: THE AMAZING MISTER FELL AND HIS REMARKABLE FEATS OF PRESTIDIGITATION.

He almost turned right around, but then Aziraphale spotted him and waved enthusiastically, stopping in the middle of a bit involving some handkerchiefs coming out of his sleeve to greet him.

“Oh, look, children! It’s the Amazing Mr. Fell’s very special assistant, Signor Crowley!”

Aziraphale picks up some new hobbies. Crowley has no chill. (teen, 3,311 words)

4. Something To Talk About - He had the sudden and almost overwhelming desire to reach out and take Crowley’s hand. An absurd notion, of course. In 6000 years, Crowley had never shown any inclination towards physical affection for Aziraphale, despite their shared feelings. Aziraphale had long ago accepted that any gentle touch from him would have Crowley stepping hastily away and otherwise ignoring Aziraphale’s attempts. Or at least he had accepted it, until their delicate status quo had been disrupted.

Aziraphale jumps to some very inaccurate conclusions. (explicit, 3,664 words)

5. To Rest My Weary Soul - “Are you saying I feel like this because of my time in Hell? I thought you meant moral consequences.”

“Since when do I give a toss about moral consequences, angel? No, you’ve got a Hell hangover. Must have hit once the adrenaline wore off,” Crowley answered.

“Hell hangover?” Aziraphale repeated incredulously.

Aziraphale's trip down to Hell leaves him worse for wear. (teen, 3,945 words)

Bonus: Podfic by FayJay

6. Taking the Long Way - Crawley nodded down at the sweaty humans undulating in a frightfully uncomfortable-looking position below them. “Mating,” he clarified. “One of God’s better ideas, if you ask me. Looks like it could be fun.”

“Does it?” Aziraphale asked doubtfully. “It’s all a bit sticky for my tastes. I think She had the right of it with plants. Pollination seems much more sensible.”

It takes Aziraphale 6000 years to catch up. (explicit, 6,919 words)

#good omens #good omens fic #fic recs #reclist #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands fic rec #ineffable husbands fic #aziraphale/crowley

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Unintended Consequences - Part 12

Summary: Y/N and Ben had been best friends since the day six year old Y/N dropped her ice cream in front of Ben and he had offered her his. The rest is history. Until Ben went to Hollywood and disappeared for five years, before suddenly waltzing back into Y/N’s life with one simple request.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please enjoy! Taglists are open! xx

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: language

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“I think I might be pregnant.”

The sudden silence that filled the room was practically deafening and the three of sat there in tense silence for a few moments. Only a few of Y/N’s light sniffles broke through the stillness and Ben and Joe stared at each other silently for a few moments. They were each dumbfounded, unsure of what to even say that could respond to the gravitas of the situation.

“What do you mean might be?” Joe’s deep voice finally cut through the silence and Y/N’s shoulders slumped before she wiped at her eyes and looked at each of them in turn.

“My period’s late and it’s never late. It’s like clockwork,” she sighed, beyond annoyed and angry with herself. It was her stupidity and inability to make a sensible decision that had led this to this mess in the first time. She couldn’t blame anyone but herself, “I haven’t taken a test yet, but I will. I just wanted to let you know that there might be a possibility. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry to both of you for dragging you into this mess.”

Ben wasn't sure of who to address right, looking back and forth between the quietly sobbing Y/N and the exasperated looking Joe. He felt a million different emotions all at once, and trying to process them was no easy feat. Was he mad? Of course. Was he confused? Most definitely. Was he scared? To death.

But one thing he did know was that despite the mess of the situation they were in, despite the muddled mess of a triangle it was, he knew he loved her. He was still utterly and truly in love with Y/N.

A part of him, however small, even hoped that she was actually pregnant and that it was his child. Even if he was being completely honest, he'd admit that he'd thought about having a family with her numerous times. Just like her, he'd always thought they would be end game; that the fantasy of the two little kids playing with their legos would come true one day.

But it seemed like a such an impossible task to get there. It always seemed like they would take one step forward and then two steps back, and they made no progress. He was happy that they were all at least on speaking terms. Or so it had seemed, until Y/N had dropped that huge bomb on them. What was going to happen now was anyone's guess.

"Y/N," he looked directly at her, willing her eyes to meet his. Joe sucked in a deep breath as he waited for what Ben had to say next, "I'll be by your side every step or the way, regardless of what happens. I'm never leaving you again."

"You don't have to say that just because you feel obligated, Ben," she sighed quietly, casting a glance over him at with a meek half smile, "I told you I'm done with being mad at you for things in the past. So you don't need to feel like you have to say to make any sort of retribution."

"Would you listen to me?" his voice had a harsh tinge to it as he tried to get her attention. He knew she was likely distraught, panicked beyond reason, but he needed her to understand just how much he cared about her. Not because he feel like he needed to make up for anything or because he felt like he owed it to her, but because he actually loved her, "I know you might not believe it right now, or whatever, but I do love. I'm in love with you, and I always have been. Things haven't been ideal, that's the long and short of it, but it's true."

Y/N didn't say anything, letting his words hang in the air and add to the rising tension, before looking at him and giving a nod of acknowledgement and the slightest little smile.

Joe watched their exchange, his head going back and forth between the two of them, like he was watching a tennis match. He felt like he should say something, anything, but he found himself lost. He could see that clearly Ben wasn't lying, and that Y/N returned his sentiments. She had looked at him in all sorts of ways before, but she'd never once looked at him the way she looked at Ben. That pretty much told himself, even if he didn't want to admit, his heart and ego feeling a little bit bruised.

"Ben," she said quietly, reaching over for his hand, and putting hers on top of it, giving it a slight squeeze, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not giving you more of a chance when you came back. That I just shut you out like a fool, only wanting to be angry."

Ben was rendered speechless and Joe sat there awkwardly, wondering if he had somehow been forgotten by the star crossed lovers. But before he could open his mouth to remind him that he was there, Y/N turned her tear stained face to him. She looked at him silently, eyes taking over his soft face, covered with several days' worth of stubble.

"Joe," his name came out softly from her chapped lips, as she gave him the most pathetic little look. He wanted to be angry, well angrier then he was, but he found himself unable. He knew she wasn't solely to blame. He was a part of the mess too, knowing full well that she was more than likely still in love with Ben, while he tried to convince himself otherwise.

"I'm sorry," she spoke after a few quiet moments had passed, "I'm sorry to you for I made you sneak around, for how I basically used you. I realized how harsh that sounds, and it's not entirely true. I do have feelings for you, Joe. A lot of them, and you're an amazing friend. But I...I'm not-"

"In love with me," he finished for her and a frown worked it's way onto her face as her head slowly bobbed up and down. He had a feeling it was coming; after all, he could see the way she and Ben looked at each other, even when they were in the midst of fighting. Friends and lovers till the end of the line. He had known love before, the feeling for being purely in love with someone and willing to give someone them every piece and bit of himself, and this wasn't it. He would have felt it by now, at least some semblance of it. But alas, sometimes love and lust were two separate entities.

"I'm sorry," she shrugged simply, but she got the vibe that he understood. He knew he liked her and cared about her, and if Ben hadn't been in the picture, probably would have been okay with dating Y/N, even if it was just casual. But he wasn't about to continue getting in the way, or be a third wheel to their continued affair. Everything was out in the open now and that's where it would remain. But at least there were no more secrets, no reason to hide and lie.

"Don't be sorry," he told her, wishing that they could have reached this resolution so much sooner, "you can't help who you love. I see the way you and Ben look at each other. I know when people are in love, even if they may not be conscious of it. But I think...we all owe all each other an apology."

"I agree," Y/N looked between the two men, "I'm sorry to the two of you. I'm sorry for being a bit of a bitch to both of you for different reasons. I'm sorry I couldn't get over myself and ended up treating both of you like you didn't matter. You both do, truly, and I don't want to loose either of you."

"I'm sorry too," Joe acknowledged his own fault, "I should have ended things between us way sooner. I knew, but didn't do anything. I guess I too just was too stubborn to stop myself."

"Me too," Ben echoed their words, "I shouldn't have acted so stupid from the beginning. I should have been more mature and we should have talked things through back at the start. I was a fool and let my ego get the best of me. But not anymore, I'm done with it."

"I guess we've all been fools," Y/N laughed lightly, sitting back and feeling more relaxed and calm than she had in a long time. It felt like a small weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, "but at least we're sorry fools."

"And you two are fools in love," Joe shrugged a single shoulder, "even if you hadn't realized it."

"I think we've always known," Ben stated quietly, a smile forming on his face at the memory of all those years ago when they were just two little kids playing with legos, "I think the day with the legos, when we decided that we'd get married and get a dog."

"We were just children," she said fondly, "only seven I think, or barely older. It's been a while. Only about twenty years!"

"That's horrible cheesy," Joe smiled in spite of him as Y/N nodded in agreement as Ben laughed, "and terribly cliche."

"You should have seen him trying to make me a birthday cake for the first time. I think I was turning...what, about twelve?" she looked over and raised an eyebrow at Ben who had turned a brilliant shade of crimson at the memory. It had been a good day, that day they spent in the kitchen trying to perfect her cake, making countless samples and dirtying the kitchen, and the the memory still brought him so much joy. Things were so much easier and less complicated back then.

"You walked in on me trying to surprise you," he countered weakly, taking a sip of the coffee that had long gone cold, letting the sweet, creamy liquid swish throughout his mouth, "you ruined your own surprise!"

"I was plenty surprised," she promised, "I walked into a small disaster, there was flour and chocolate all over the place, bowls everywhere. Your mum was ready to kill us both. But it was worth it...I had a lot of fun that afternoon and the cake you ended up settling on was pretty damn good.”

“What can I say?” Ben smirked as he leaned back in his chair at the memory. He had wanted to make sure she got the best birthday cake in the world and had searched out probably hundreds of recipes until his mother had given him the family recipe for a delicious chocolate cake. He’d made her the same cake for every birthday after that, until the year he had left.

“Ughh, please try and contain your ego,” she dramatically rolled her eyes at him. But she wasn’t going to lie - he really did make her favorite cakes. Nothing compared to how he much time and love he put into the delicious, fluffy dark chocolate treat, “the last we thing we need is some diva.”

“Too late,” Joe interjected with a smile as he watched the two of them banter back and forth. It was through their playfulness, how they didn’t even have to try with each other, that it was slowly sinking in that they were meant for one another,

The corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile as he realized what this meant for all of them. He knew he needed to end things with Y/N for good, and sure, it would be hard, because it was undeniable that they had chemistry in both the bedroom and outside of it, but it was the right thing to do. It had been from the beginning, even if they had all decided to ignore it and sweep the issues at hand under the rug. But they could still remain friends, he knew that much, and that was worth so much more than anything else to him.

“I-I don’t mean to interrupt all the cheeriness,” Y/N sighed suddenly as the reason she had even left her bedroom floated back into her mind. It was something she wished she could ignore, and that most definitely hadn’t happened, but this was one thing she couldn’t ignore. Not for long anyways, and if she did, then her options would be more limited and at that point she still had no idea what she even wanted to do.

“Right,” Ben agreed, letting out a low breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding back, “well I suppose the first thing to do is find out if you’re really pregnant...and then we can go from there.”

“And what if she is? Are we just going to assume who the father is?” Joe’s voice cracked ever so slightly as he closed his hazel eyes to try and focus his mind. He had always wanted kids, always wanted that same large close-knit family that he grew up in, but this wasn’t how he had intended on getting there. He always had a much more traditional route in mind, but he also knew that he wouldn’t abandon anyone in their time of need, especially Y/N.

“If that is the case,” she flicked her red eyes between the two men, “I should be able to figure out who it is. And if nothing else, there are always tests that they can do while I-I’m pregnant. If I am.”

“How sure are you?” Ben asked as he ran a hand over his tired face. This was all so much to handle and process he was slowly getting overwhelmed with everything, even the early morning light filtering into the kitchen seemed too much.

“Pretty sure,” she busied herself with studying her hands, looking at each finger intently and jabbing at the dry cuticles as she mulled over her next words carefully. Both men could feel their heart rates increasing, slowly starting to come to terms with the fact that this might be their new reality, “Ben, you remember what my periods are like, they’ve been on time month after month since I first got my period when we were thirteen.”

Ben nodded in understanding. He’d been through many periods with her, often showering her in chocolate and ice cream whenever it hit. It was indeed like clockwork, and after getting over the initial shock of her getting period when they were kids, it had been become routine for him to help take care of her however he could. He had no clue anymore had many candy bars or pints they must have consumed over the years, how many back rubs he had given her, how many boxes of tampons he had rushed out to buy.

“Well,” Ben said as he stood up and rest his shaky hands on the back of his chair, “let’s go and find out then and after that...we’ll see.”

“Ben, you don’t have to-”

“I want to, Y/N,” he promised her firmly, “I’m with you till the end of the line. Always.”

“Aren’t you worried about people seeing us?” Y/N hissed in Ben’s ear as they browsed through the aisles at the drugstore down the street from Joe’s house. Y/N had decided to put on one of Ben’s hoodies, pulling the hood up to cover her face, going so far as to use sunglasses. She had a feeling that no one would recognize them, or give them more than a passing glance, but she wasn’t about to risk it. She didn’t need the world finding out she was pregnant, if indeed she was, before she made came to terms with it and made a decision.

It felt like a scene out of a movie: two strangers stumbling through a desolate and badly lit all but abandoned drugstore where the only other shoppers left were people getting their prescriptions refilled, or killing time. It was depressing to say the least, the musty old smell lingering the air was almost enough to make her want to run and gather a few breaths of fresh air.

But instead, she found herself keeping her head down, trying to shuffle along to the aisle that contained the one little item she was looking for; it was ironic that something so small, a little plastic stick could lead to so much more. Ben trailed silently behind her, a hand on the small of her back as he looked around to make sure no one was giving her any sort of looks.

He had gotten very protective of Y/N recently, and he was pretty much willing to do anything to keep her out of harm’s way. He had practically snapped and gotten ready to beat down a photographer that had followed them around a few weeks ago, calling Y/N all sorts of names. She had gripped his arm tightly and reassured him that it was okay, it didn’t matter what they thought - they knew what the truth was, and that was all that mattered.

She stopped, sneakers squeaking on the ancient, scuffed tile as she found what they had been looking for. Ben almost crashed into her, murmuring a soft sorry as he put his arm around her waist. She scanned the row quickly, trying to decide which test was best, but couldn’t make up her mind. Early Detection one of them proclaimed, Results up to Five Days Sooner, another boasted, Most Accurate Results yet another advertised.

“Hmm,” she mused out load as she touched a couple of the boxes, trying to determine which one was going to be the lucky winner. She turned to look at Ben for a few brief moment, and he just gave her an innocent look with shrug. He’d never been in this position before either; it was all a weird foreign experience. Part of him had always hoped it was her that would drag him to the store one day, proud and excited to find out if they were expecting. But not this way; this was so far off from the happy little fantasy he had dream off when he was younger. This was the type of reality that made good pseudo-Americana nouveau art films - but here he was. In his own reality.

“Get them all,” he said suddenly, reaching around and starting to grab one of each of the different varieties that the store offered. She raised an eyebrow at him, but decided that it wasn’t a bad idea, “better safe than sorry, right?”

“I mean I can’t argue with that logic,” she agreed, grabbing whichever ones he had missed, pulling them tightly to her chest, to keep away any prying eyes. Not there were more than a few people milling around, “come on, Benny. Let’s get out of here, if we stay much longer, I think I might hit a new low.”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he reminded her and she just gave him a a disparate look. She wasn’t ashamed...per se. If the situation was slightly different, she might have been over the moon. But not knowing which one of them could possibly be the father of her maybe baby made her feel like garbage. She never should have dragged either of them into this, but it was too late to go back and change the past. He nudged her side gently, trying to get her to zone back into him, “hey, it’s okay, Y/N. It’s not like we’re children that have to go running to mum and dad for help. We’re adults that can handle this.”

“Maybe,” was the only response that spilled out of her mouth. He knew the implication of what she was referring to. Maybe she was pregnant, maybe it was his baby. Maybe it was Joe’s. He knew that was a possibility, but he didn’t want to consider that option just yet. Not that he didn’t love Joe, because he did, but it would break his heart if it was his child. It wasn‘t meant to be Joe; it was always meant to be Y/N and Ben, Ben and Y/N.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he promised her, trying to reassure her as well as himself, “it’s all be okay.”

“Promise?” she asked in a small voice, sounded almost childlike and innocent, as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. It would be okay, he repeated to himself, trying to get it etched into his own mind, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you and Joe in this position.”

“Come on, we’re not going to dwell on that anymore,” he said softly as he took the boxes from her and started to head over to the single checker that was located near the front, “it takes more than one more person to tango, remember that.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts, not right now,” he insisted as he approached the young, bored looking girl at the register. She was leaned over the counter, her eyes trained on the phone in her hands as she smacked her gum loudly, reminiscent of a cow chewing on cud. She didn’t bother to look up as Y/N and Ben approved, a small smirk on her face at something that she was watching.

Ben cleared his throat, trying to get her attention. Her eyes flicked up for a second, before going back to her phone, until she did a double take and zoned in on Ben. She almost dropped her phone, a mischievous little grin on her face, and she flat out ignored Y/N. Ben seemed almost immune to her charm as he pushed the boxes towards, remaining silent as she started to ring them up. As soon as the young girl had realized that what the two of them were buying, the smile had died and she went back to ignoring them, only taking a moment to tell them the total.

“Come on love,” he grabbed the bag and took her hand in his own, ready to lead her back to Joe’s house so they could at least get an answer to one of their many questions. Y/N just nodded, feeling herself get emotional once again, fearing that there would be tears spilling down her cheeks. Ben stopped her and gently put his hand on her cheek, “hey, it’s okay. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but it will be. I need you to be strong for a little while, can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she agreed quietly, “I’ll try my best. For you.”

As soon as they walked into the house, Y/N dumped the bag out onto the table, looking at each of them in turn. Joe emerged from his room, giving her a small wave of acknowledge as he surveyed the spread.

“I guess you’re covered,” he tried to make light of the situation, basically willing to do anything that would help his nerves. She took one look at him and just nodded, “are you sure you’re going to have enough pee for all of them?”

“I’ve consumed about three liters of water this morning and I’ve been saving my pee,” she explained trying to plaster a small smile on her face, “plenty for all of these tests. I couldn’t decide on one so we decided on all of them.”

“Do you need…a hand? I don’t know if that’s a silly question or not,” he admitted with a small chuckle, trying to get out as much of his nervous energy as possible, “I’ve never been in this situation before. Surprisingly.”

“I haven’t either,” she concurred, grabbing as many of the tests in her hands as possible, “but I think I can handle the peeing part. The waiting part I might need help with.”

“Whatever you need,” he said as she padded along to the bathroom, arms full and heart heavy. Joe and Ben exchanged glances as they had nothing to do but sit around and wait. It was going to be an agonizing wait, that much they both knew. Ben appeared to have a million thoughts racing through his mind as he bit on his lower lip, as he was accustomed to whenever he was too absorbed in his own little world.

“What if it’s yours?” Ben finally blurted after a few more seconds of awkward silence. Joe had been contemplating over the same thing, and he wasn’t sure of the answer.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he said quietly, trying to sidestep the very direct question, “for now, let’s not worry about it.”

“I don’t think it’s something we can ignore,” Ben responded as a loud sigh emanated from the bathroom, followed by the sound of boxes being ripped open, “the last time we ignored something, it ended up…well right here.”

“I know,” Joe agreed, torn between laughter and tears. They remained there, Joe leaning against the table and staring at the ceiling, and Ben paced back and forth slowly, waiting for something, anything to happen.

A flush came from the bathroom, along with the sound of the tap as Y/N appeared to have finished with the five or six tests. When she didn’t open the door and come back out, he grew a little nervous, hoping she wasn’t in there, on the verge of having a mental breakdown.

“You should go to her,” Joe said as he traced a finger along the wood grains of the ancient table, hand me down from his parents. Ben nodded, knowing he was probably right, and started to move down the hall, but stopped and suddenly.

“What about you?” there was nothing but innocent curiosity in his voice as he watched the lanky man closely, just he just shook his head lightly.

“I’m not the one she’s in love with,” he reminded him with a quick raise of his eyebrows that reminded Ben so much of his on screen counterpart, John Deacon, “and if either of you need me, I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank you,” Ben gave him a quick smile before knocking on the door of the bathroom. Y/N didn’t say anything in response, but he was sure he heard a small sniffle, which pretty much all but made him want to burst into the room.

Luckily for him, she hadn’t locked the door so it didn’t take long before he stepped in saw all six tests splayed out on the counter. Y/N was perched on the edge of the tub, sitting there and staring off into the distance, clearly lost in her down world.

Ben stood in front of her, holding his hands out to her. She looked up at him meekly, but took one of his each his hands in her own and let me him hoist her up. They stared at each other silently for a few moments, before she threw her arms around, burrowing her face into his chest, against the soft fabric of his sweater.

“It’s only like ten minutes,” she murmured quietly, the words so muffled he almost didn’t hear, “but it seems like the longest wait that I’ve ever experienced.”

“We’ve survived longer waits than this,” he reminded her, moving to sit down on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, pulling her along with him. She let out a long sigh, sat down next to him, but quickly allowed him to pull her into his lap so they were sitting face to face. He set her phone down, which contained a countdown timer. The timer seemed to move at a snail’s pace and they waited for the alarm to go off and check if their fate was going to be changed.

“I don’t even know why you’re still here,” she sighed softly, studying his handsome face, tracing a finger along his cheekbones, “I’ve been awful to you and Joe for weeks. I don’t think I’d deserve either of you anymore. Probably not even as friends.”

“What’s happened has happened and we can’t go back and change it now,” he reminded her, putting his hand under her chin and tilting it up ever so slightly so she was looking in his eyes, “we all acted like idiots but the only thing we can do now is to learn from it and move on. We can handle whatever life throws at us.”

“It doesn’t feel like that right now,” she commented taking his hand in hers and looking away from his eyes, finding it hard to look at the soft sage orbs. She gripped his hand tightly in hers, lacing her fingers through his, feeling nothing but claminess, which she was sure was all do to her nerves, “my own judgment hasn’t been too good lately so I’ll take your word for it.”

“You want to know why I’m still here?” he leaned forward and rested his chin on her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo as he nuzzled her face into her neck. She made a small sound of content as she relished in his touch, still amazed by how perfect he felt against her, but nodded slowly, “because I’m in love with you. Always have been and always will be.”

“Even after all of this?” she almost laughed, amazed by her own fortune, that he was still by her side and not kicking her to the curb. It had been an interesting back and forth dynamic since they had reunited and it never seemed to slow down, but she was hoping it would. She’d give almost anything to go back to way things were years ago. It had been so simple and easy, and now it seemed to be getting worse and worse.

“Even after everything’s that happened,” he reassured her, “I wasn’t exactly the best to you and then well, everything that’s happened wasn’t easier. But it’s not just your fault or my fault, or Joe’s fault. It’s a series of actions that have led to this. Not an ideal situation for anyone, but it is what it is. That being said, you don’t just walk away from the person you love. You always love them, no matter what.”

“How long have you known?” she asked quietly, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as she traced her fingers aimlessly over his back. She’s known for a long, long time. Whenever a relationship with another man hadn’t worked out, part of her was always relieved; a few relationships had even ended because of her friendship with Ben. They often claimed that they were doomed to play second fiddle to him, and they weren’t about to do that. And whenever a girl broke up with Ben, or he decided they weren’t the one, her heart did a little slip, it meant she still had a chance. It turned out that she didn’t even need a chance, it had always been her.

“Always,” he answered without skipping a beat, “I think it started the day you dropped your ice cream and I wanted to give you mine, but you insisted on us sharing-”

“We were children!”

“I know,” he grinned at the memory, how little they both were, Y/N with her floral overalls and hair in pigtails, the same smile on her face then as now, “but I don’t think I fully realized until we were teenagers. But I could never tell if you felt the same. But you always killed me with that smile, the best smile I’ve ever seen.”

“You must be blind,” she chuckled, “if you never noticed that I felt the same. I think it was pretty obvious to most people. Except for us, I suppose. But I guess we’re here now and that’s what matters.”

“Can I ask you something?” there was a slight crack in his voice as he turned his head slightly so his lips were pressed against her neck. She shivered under his touch, and as he gave her a few small kisses. She made a sound for him to continue, “did you ever want children?”

“Yes,” she breathed out, feeling herself getting flushed from his question. Of course she had thought about it. Of course she had thought about having children with Ben. His children. Hers and his. She’s dreamed of it since they were young; a part of her had just always assumed that they would end up together and married with the picket fence, the dog, and two point five children. To hell with it, she thought to herself, she’d already confessed everything else to him, “with you. I just kind of always assumed it would end up being you.”

“Well, your dream’s coming true,” he joked lightly, “it is me and you. It’ll always me and you, I promise.”

“But what if it’s not...” she trailed off as the timer on her phone sounded off. She exchanged a nervous glance with Ben as she silenced the piercing sound. Slowly stood up, reaching down to hoist him up, keeping her eyes trained on him so she wouldn’t sneak any peeks at the tests.

“Ready?” he asked her quietly, and she gave a shrug which was neither a yes or a no. He reached around her and scooped the tests up in his large hand, “I’ll take some and you take some, okay? Divide and conquer.”

“You’re awfully cheery about all of this,” she sighed heavily at him, “why are you so calm? How?!”

“Because I know this is not the end of the world,” he reminded her, “it’s not like there aren’t always options. Now come on, we can do this.”

“Alright,” she agreed and they both turned to look at the tests in their hands.

She felt her stomach fall into her stomach as she looked them over and saw that they all said the same thing. Not Pregnant. Letting out a shaky breath, her shoulders suddenly felt so much lighter as the weight slowly lifted.

“These all say not pregnant,” Ben said as he turned them over to make sure he didn’t miss anything. She took them from his hand and compared them to the ones in her own. All six of them suggested that she was, indeed, not pregnant. Six of them couldn’t all be lying, could they?

“Mine say the same,” she showed to him, “I’m not pregnant. Oh thank heavens, the sun, and the stars. I’m not pregnant. I’m so happy I could cry.”

“See,” Ben said as he wrapped his arms around her, “everything turned out okay. I told you it would, you just had to have a little faith.”

“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek lightly, “thank you for being here for me. I don’t know I would have handled this without you, my love.”

“Of course,” he gave her a small smile, but there was something about it that seemed forced, and he appeared to be avoiding any eye contract with her, “come on, let’s go tell Joe the good news.”

“Hang on for just a moment,” she took his hand and stopped him from opening the door. He looked at her and gave her a confused look, “what’s wrong? And please don’t even bother lying to me.”

“I just...” he looked up at the ceiling and let out a long sigh, “I just..wouldn’t have been horribly upset if you had been pregnant.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want it,” he said as a light blush crept into his cheeks, “I want it all with you. Someday.”

She felt her heart start to race as she turned around and gave him a quick kiss, “then one day we’ll have it all. I promise, we’ll make this work. I mean obviously it’ll take work, but if we’re both willing to work at it, we can do it-”

Her words were quickly cut sort as he put his hands on either side of her face and kissed with some fervent passion. He was willing to work at it, harder than he had ever worked at anything else because he treasured her more than anything else.

“I love you,” he promised her as he let her go, her grinning face staring back at him.

“And I you,” she said, sneaking in one last kiss before opening the door. Joe was pacing around the kitchen, a bottle of water in his hand as he seemed to be distracted by every little thing that caught his eye.

“W-well?” he asked as he spied the two of them coming back in, “what’s the verdict?”

“I’m not pregnant,” she informed him and let out a long breath, a soft oh thank God spilling out of his mouth. The color that had been drained from his face slowly came back as he felt more relieved and relaxed than he had in a while.

“No offense to you,” he said as he gave her a quick hug, “but it’s the whole situation. I think we can all breathe a little easier now.”

“I agree,” Y/N sighed as she leaned against the table, casting a glance at Ben, who still seemed a little off, “but now we can all move on now.”

“What happens now?” Ben asked as he put an arm around her shoulder.

“I think the best thing to do,” Y/N started, looking over at Joe, “and no offense to you, but I think it’s time for me to go home, back to London.”

“What?” the two of them echoed at each as they stared at her. She’d given it a lot of thought over the past several days, and what she realized was that she wanted to be back to the place she loved more than anything - home.

“I know it’s a bit of surprise,” she said quietly, looking over at Ben, “but I think I’ve caused enough damage for now, and I’m kind of done with it. I know it’d be asking a lot of you, Ben, but I’d love it if you came back with me. And if not now, then I’ll wait for you. I’m willing to do that. What do you say?”

“I...” Ben was so caught off guard, looking between the two of them, feeling like he was caught in a landslide once again, “I don’t know if I can do that right now.”

She looked at him and nodded; she wasn’t surprised by his response. It was a big request after all and this was his job, “okay.”

“Y/N-”

“It’s okay, Ben,” she reassured him, “I get it. I told you I’d wait for you.”

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homenum-revelio-hq · 4 years

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Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Amos!

You have been accepted for the role of non-biography character MAURICE CREEVEY with the faceclaim of Tom Sturridge! We really enjoyed reading through your application! The idea of a Muggleborn character who is actually not all that excited about going to Hogwarts is awesome! He’s resentful that he was taken away without a choice - resentful that he can’t go back and be the same person. We’re so thrilled to have him as an addition to the cast!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Amos

AGE: 22

TIMEZONE: GMT

ACTIVITY LEVEL: You already have a pretty good idea of my activity. There is also plenty of time when I’m around and could be writing but I am either caught up on Fab or don’t have quite the right muse for him, so hopefully this new charrie can fill those gaps!

ANYTHING ELSE: nope

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Maurice Creevey

AGE: 24

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Male, He/Him, Homosexual. Gender isn’t something he’s really ever thought about. He’s pretty content in that respect. He is quite unapologetically gay though.

BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn

HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw

ANY CHANGES: This is where you can request a FC change or a change from something in the skeleton bio.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

To sum Maurice up very concisely, he’s angry. He hasn’t always been. He was a relatively happy go lucky child, full of endless energy and enthusiasm. Then he was plucked from his life and sent away to a school to learn magic. At first that was pretty cool, after all, every 11 year old wishes they had magical abilities, the difference being they get to grow up and forget those wishes and live normal lives. He has to live with his childish fantasies for the rest of his life. And apart from that, he appears to be in a world where muggleborns are being hunted and killed by an evil wizard and his crazy cult. To make things worse, they can’t escape back to their muggle lives because of all the damn secrecy laws. So yes, he’s angry, and a lot of his actions are fueled by that. Make no mistake though, Maurice is no Gryffindor, he doesn’t use his anger in brash reckless ways, he is more calculated. You may catch it crackling under the surface occasionally, but it would take a lot to make him properly explode. Even slurs like ‘mudblood’ would only make him roll his eyes and perhaps give a snarky retort.

Maurice is a Ravenclaw. He is a big believer that knowledge is power. He did fairly well at his subjects in Hogwarts considering he didn’t try all that hard. He did not choose this path and as a consequence, resented it. He would often get his brother who was a few years older, to send him muggle textbooks when he’d finished with them. He was fascinated by science and maths and history. Of course he had some curiosity for his lessons at Hogwarts, and the things he and his magic was capable of, but the element of choice was important for him. It felt like by attending Hogwarts, a whole area of understanding was suddenly off limits. As anyone knows, forbidden knowledge is the most desirable.

He likes to ask questions about as much as any other Ravenclaw, but he is also a big observer. He likes to take time to gather information before jumping into a lot of things, especially interactions with other people. He by no means stalks people, but a few minutes, to watch, take someone in, before starting a conversation is quite usual for him. It’s all about making informed choices. As a consequence, unexpected interactions can throw him, making him more awkward than he’d like.

He can be arrogant, he has a conviction in his beliefs that can come across as condescension if viewed the wrong way. He can get frustrated when someone is not following his thinking quite as quickly as he’d like, which is why he’d make a terrible teacher. However, this works equally in the opposite direction. His frustration can be palpable when he doesn’t understand something, and these moments are when he is least in control. A lot of his acts of protest come from anger, sure, but also the frustration of not being able to fathom how things got so bad, why they can’t just make them better now, why people can’t see it for themselves. But usually he is quiet. Unless he is invited to speak, or is so damn angry the words won’t stop, he can keep his thoughts to himself until someone is listening and his words can have an impact.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Until the age of 11 Maurice grew up in a very normal, working class family in the midlands. His mother was a typical housewife, loving but somewhat distracted, staring out of windows whilst doing the washing up, leaving the dinner in slightly too long when listening to the radio. Maurice didn’t mind, he barely noticed, and she was excellent at bedtime stories, so what was there to complain about? His father was a miner, a tough, but humorous man. He worked hard, and he always came home dirty, but played football with them in the garden the weekends.

He has one older brother. Not the brightest bulb, but the kindest person Maurice knows. Maurice always thought him brave, in a quiet way. There is no one Maurice has ever looked up to quite like his big brother, even if they squabbled and scrapped as much as any other loving siblings.

Perhaps this happy set up, along with glowing school reports and a nice bunch of friends, was why he has always resented being ripped from that life and that path.

When he was a child, he dreamed of being an astronaut, an archaeologist, a doctor, a lawyer, and what’s more, none of these were stretches for him, with his brain and desire for learning, he could have done it, he could have gotten out of the rows and rows of back to back terraced houses that he and his family were confined to. He could have taken them with him. But he was torn away and sent to Hogwarts, and his parents only vaguely understood, were proud, but in a distant way. His brother became a milkman, a job he enjoyed, but not one that paid well. He married young, his school sweetheart, and they are expecting their first child. They all seem happy enough, they have the things that matter, enough food to eat, a roof over their head, love, but Maurice can’t help but feel he could have saved them. The terror of living paycheck to paycheck, the mundanity of their terraced hells, or just never being able to treat yourself to that little bit extra. He remembered as a child, when his father would be on strike, the unspoken fear that filled up their home. He had wanted to save them from that.

When he would return home for the summer, he would act like nothing had changed, he wouldn’t speak of Hogwarts, or of his magic. He would pretend like he was no different from them, but something had changed and something had broken, and eventually he realised that something couldn’t be fixed. Getting his Hogwarts letter had been the beginning of the end for Maurice. He hated it when summer would end and he’d have to go back, but he also hated going home in the first place.

OCCUPATION:

Maurice works as a sound engineer at the Wizarding Wireless Network. It was not something he expected of himself, more something he fell into. A job at the Ministry would have gone against all his principals. A deep hatred for ‘the man’ but also the wizarding world in general, he wasn’t about to go work in a place trying to keep it all ticking over, and bore himself to death in the process.

He considered more academic positions, but he’d had a hard enough time concentrating at Hogwarts. Trawling magical forests for new flora and fauna, or raiding tombs and breaking their curses had no appeal to him. Which largely left working class positions or the arts. It was not a tricky decision.

The newspaper was an option, but the fact that the Daily Prophet seemed to have a monopoly on journalism in wizarding Britain didn’t sit well with Maurice. Without another widely available newspaper to oppose their horribly biased reporting, what was the point? He would not be a puppet for their propaganda. For a while, he tried to write his own pieces, publish them independently, but that wasn’t entirely successful. The pieces were convoluted, preachy, and he had no audience, no one to either agree nor criticise him.

Eventually he wound up at the Wizarding Wireless Network. Again, it irked him that there was only one major company broadcasting, but at least they had a bit more variation, and whilst they did broadcast the news, the purpose leaned towards entertainment. It’s not a cause Maurice is particularly passionate for, but it’s not one he opposes.

As a sound engineer, he’s around for recordings and broadcasts, cleans up pre recorded audio, fixes equipment, just whatever needs doing that seems like it fit within his job title. Most of it he learned on the job, but it was fascinating enough to capture his attention, and similar enough to muggle radio not to infuriate him. It also introduced him to the world of pirate radio.

About 2 years after he started at WWN, his friend and mentor quit, and in his last few days, confided in Maurice that he was leaving to start his own show. Technically WWN was the only official broadcaster on wizarding radios, but if you knew how to get a frequency, you could broadcast whatever you liked. He and some friends were setting up a station out of someone’s garage, mostly to play the music the WWN spurned.

The idea lit a flame in Maurice. Of course, the fact that it was ever so slightly against the rules, and possibly the law, made it exciting. But the idea of broadcasting whatever he liked, even if there was no one listening, putting something out there, finite and unique.

So that’s what he does with his evenings at the weekends, he broadcasts late into the night and the early mornings. The Order gives him a focus, not just long rambling opinion pieces that sounds like the inner thoughts of a paranoid conspiracy theorist. He has found a purpose now. His show, it helps spread news, it helps spread information, it helps spread hope. Of course there is the tricky business of making sure the wrong ears don’t hear it, but he’s a smart guy, there’s a way around everything.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Maurice joined the Order with best friend, Daisy Hookum. He was at the same Squib’s Rights March, right in the middle of the rioting, and landed square in the Order’s gaze because of it.

Maurice has always been an activist, even before graduating Hogwarts, he would hold small demonstrations, conquering whatever stage fright he might have for the greater good. Standing up on tables at breakfast to make impassioned speeches, chaining himself to statues and refusing to go to class, he even came very close to slashing a painting once before the painting’s occupant managed to talk him out of it.

Maurice has taken a lot of inspiration from muggle strikes and demonstration techniques. He remembers picket lines from his childhood, and grew up with the punk movement. He even had a bright red mohawk once before Daisy told him it really didn’t suit him.

These energies are what he hoped to bring to the Order. He recognises that Voldemort and the Death Eaters are the main enemy, but in his eyes, the Ministry are accomplices, and he feels just as violently about them. The Death Eaters may be the ones directly killing people, but the Ministry are letting them do it, even helping them to a certain degree. The fact that so many squeaky clean Ministry employees come to the Order to ‘do their part’ indicates to him, that there are just as many who are going over to Voldemort for the same reason. He wishes more of their actions were against the Ministry directly, but he can also do that in his own time.

Day to day, Maurice is generally a pretty good foot soldier, he isn’t crazy about the actual violence part, but he’ll do it if he has to. He’d like a louder voice at the table, but he knows how these things work, and he knows too many cooks spoil the broth. The fact that they are organised is enough for him. There is a system, and if he ever feels he needs to take something to the top, then he knows how to do that.

He has also brought his pirate radio platform to the Order. It’s a good way to spread news to people such as those being helped by the dissendium task force, and a good way to organise large groups of people. And also quite simply, it can raise spirits. Assuming that people tune in to listen. Maurice doesn’t think it’s quite being used to its full potential, but it’s getting there. The Order function on secrecy, whereas Maurice wants to inform the masses. There is clearly a conflict of interest.

(I see this radio show as being very similar to the Potterwatch of the second wizarding war, and if it isn’t quite at that structure yet, then building it up to that during the game.)

I think although he is happy to fight with the Order, and be on the front line of the fight against You-Know-Who, his main motives are doing something about the International Statute of Secrecy, even if he is a little distracted by other things and other causes, it all really comes back to him having the choice to fight, to flee, to live his life where he pleases, taking the elements of both cultures and combining them. And he wants that choice for others as well. A lot of his anger and frustration is on a very personal selfish level, but he does recognise that he’s fighting this cause for people other than himself.

SURVIVAL:

Being both muggleborn and publicly vocal in his opinions, does put a bit of a target on Maurice’s back. He’s had a few close scrapes in the past, but luckily that’s as much as they were. Making enemies with a lot of purebloods perhaps isn’t the most efficient way to survive this war. He doesn’t move around a lot, thankfully he’s never been traced to his home address and he wants to keep it that way. He rents a little place in Muggle London, clean and comfortable enough, but out of the way and non-descript. He wards it heavily, and takes great lengths to make sure he isn’t followed home.

He isn’t too bad at dueling, but it isn’t his greatest strength. Mostly he relies on quick thinking rather than brute strength. And paranoia. He’s seen what the other side is capable of, and he’s heard enough of Moody’s lecture like speeches to know how to watch his back.

Still, he can lay awake many nights, realising there that if he continues to fight like this, there is a large chance he won’t survive the war. Is it worth it? He usually falls asleep before reaching a conclusive answer. Needless to say, as a 24 year old, he is terrified of dying. He is just also too angry to let that stop him.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Daisy Hookum: Friends since first year, he and Daisy have a special bond. There are very few people who know him as closely as Daisy knows him. Even his family, who he loves dearly, can’t understand him the way Daisy does. They may have been brought together by class timetables and group projects, but what bonded them was their shared views of the world. Particularly as they got older, they could talk for hours and hours about their politics. They didn’t always agree on every point, but respected each other enough to hear the other out. Of course this wasn’t the only thing that kept them friends. They could have fun together, let loose, forget for a little while that things were so bad, forget how angry they were.

They joined the Order together, as they did so much together. But then Daisy left for her year in the muggle world. Since then the relationship has been strained. He understood better than most what she was trying to do, but the reality is still that he felt abandoned, and jealous, that she could go off and live her ‘muggle’ life. It’s become obvious since her return that Maurice’s idea of activism is now split from hers. She wants to take a more passive role, and Maurice couldn’t bear that.

Caradoc Dearborn: Caradoc is someone Maurice begrudgingly looks up to. On the one hand he is everything he despises, wealthy and pure blooded. But the way he conducts himself is something that Maurice admires. He can’t help but want to be in Caradoc’s good books. If he had an issue within the Order, he would most likely take it to Caradoc.

Mary MacDonald: Mary is a more recent friend. They were a few years apart at Hogwarts and so only got to know each other after they both joined the Order. A lot of Mary’s politics match up with Maurice’s, and apart from that they are very compatible on a personal level. She is one of the lucky few Maurice has let in. Of course it helps that she is muggle-born as well, he feels that with so few of them inside the Order, they really have to stick together.

He has never been the most social of people. It is not that he doesn’t enjoy company, more that he doesn’t settle. If he is going to spend time with someone, properly invest in them, he wants to be sure they are the right person. He does not do this consciously you understand, but he is constantly assessing and reassessing the people in his life. First impressions, as he’s found, are often misleading, but that doesn’t mean doesn’t heed them. He’s more inclined to search out the red flags than give someone the benefit of the doubt. The people who slip through the cracks however, get the best of him. The warmth, the wit, everything he’s been desperately been bottling up waiting for the right vessel to pour it into.

Generally, Maurice is going to feel some animosity for the richer, pure blooded members of the order, but he’ll tolerate them. He’s also going to be fairly uninterested in those who aren’t as active in the cause, or any cause for that matter. So maybe he’s made a few enemies within the Order, or at least brushed some people the wrong way. Or perhaps he’s been pleasantly surprised by others.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: No ships or antiships, I’m really open to anything. I do see Maurice as gay, so I think relationships with women would be unlikely, but I’m a sucker for some unrequited love plots, or maybe some confused one night stands. Basically anything is on the table.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Well Maurice is a white male, so let’s start with that. I don’t think feminism is high up on his rank of causes, or racism, simply because I don’t think it’s played a huge role within his personal life experience. He probably doesn’t even realise a lot of the privileges he has as a white man.

He’s also gay, and whilst he is quite unapologetic about that, his sexuality seemed to be more of an issue in his muggle life than in the wizarding world, so it isn’t something he feels the need to fight about all the time. Again there are more important causes right now.

As a person who grew up in a working class family, he generally just resents the wealthy, and he won’t give them much chance to prove themselves to him either. This definitely stems from growing up poor, but perhaps if he’d been able to make his own fortune and save his family from their poverty, then he wouldn’t feel as strongly. In that sense it’s quite hypocritical. Now it’s also tied to the fact that the wealthy are the ones in control, both in the Death Eaters and their reign of terror, and at the Ministry, making and enforcing the laws that keep them all trapped and helpless. It hasn’t missed his attention that most of the wealthier wizards are pureblooded, so he’ll often lump them in with his disdain.

This works the other way as well. He’s willing to overlook a lot of shit that his working class/muggle born acquaintances get up to, forgive a lot of their sins. I don’t think he realises he does this, but it certainly happens.

He doesn’t necessarily hate the people who work for the Ministry, even if he has a dislike for the establishment and the way it’s run. He understands everyone has to work, and most don’t get the privilege of doing something they like or agree with entirely. There is a bit of time though where he’ll figure out their motives before he really trusts or likes them.

Law enforcement isn’t particularly in his good books either, but that is perhaps more linked to his view of how muggle police act towards protests and demonstrations.

When it comes to the issues of half-breeds, he’ll go along to the marches, he’ll sign the petitions, he’s probably up to date on all the latest views and opinions, but again, it’s not at the top of his priorities.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? You already know I love this roleplay. I’m looking forward to being more active hopefully, interacting with a wider range of characters, playing someone who is quite different to Fab as well and stretching those writing muscles.

PLOT DROP IDEAS:

I would love to see his pirate radio show have an effect somehow, either positive or negative (but maybe more positive at least at first, I’ve already done a lot of disappointing the Order with Fab).

I would love to see how his bloodstatus affects him. If he is genuinely more in danger for being a loud annoying muggleborn, it might be nice to work that into the larger plot somehow.

ANYTHING ELSE? I haven’t put whether he’s low level or mid level in the Order, I’m happy for either, wherever you think he’d fit best.

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:

PAST:

Maurice Creevey grew up in the midlands, part of a typical working class family. His mother was a housewife, and his father a Miner. The strikes and picket lines his father was a part of were some of his first experiences with activism, and the spark didn’t stop there. Maurice was rudely torn from his happy muggle life by the revelation he was a Wizard and the letter ‘inviting’ him to study at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. With no choice but to follow this path, Maurice has resented it ever since. He didn’t waste his time there by any means though. This was when he got his first taste for activism, protesting in the great hall and demonstrating in classes. These habits followed him faithfully into adulthood, developing until he found real urgent causes. At the top of his list, was tearing down the Statue of Secrecy that traps all muggle-borns in the wizarding world whilst an evil wizard and his cronies are attempting to pick them off one by one, and also prevents the muggles from fighting back on their own terms.

PRESENT:

It’s his activism that brought him to the attention of the Order. He is a good soldier for the Order, willing to do what has to be done and follow orders dutifully. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his own intentions. Maurice works for the Wizarding Wireless Network, and a few nights a week he hosts his own pirate radio station. Sometimes his broadcasts can get hundreds or thousands of listeners, all scared but hopeful, wanting to hear what no-one else is telling them, the news the papers won’t print, the the stories the WWN won’t air. The Order value their secrecy, but Maurice knows information is power, and knowledge gives you a choice. He knows he can use his show to the Order’s advantage if only it’s given a chance.

FC CHOICES: top choice is Tom Sturridge, I’m not very good at fcs so if you don’t think he fits I’m happy to go with recommendations!

#homenumaccepted

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lisettefoix · 4 years

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INSIDE LISETTE DU POITIERS MIND - task 40 psyche.

tw misscarrige, tw childhood trauma, tw child abuse.

Lisette, as much of a wanderer as she’s always been, as a few places in her mind she dares not cross. Closed gates with roseless thorns growing around them closing in, or perhaps keeping others out, all that she would rather forget. While she will over think minuscule moments of her life down to the smallest gesture she dares not recall her time at the hospital when she was 22 and no longer pregnant or her father's handprint on her face the one time she dared to talk back to him.

Lisette’s early life was made of rules and closed-off spaces. While most royal and noble children had paths laid out for them from an early age, Lis and her brother had little more than a room. There was no room for growth in the du Poitiers house - there was simply the right way to do things. And consequences for those that did them wrong. This lead to an unhealthy focus on appearances for the young girl, and a need to be perfect in every way.

As young children they were often left alone, the only other person in the house other than their parents (in the few instances they were there) was the cook, Mrs. Carmèle, who doubled as the nanny, for Saint Croix had long blown through the family money. Mrs. Carmèle was a smiling short figure, who had to be about 70 by the time they were born and could do little else around the house other than cook. But her family had lived on the farm surrounding Château de Gudanes for as long back as anyone cared to look, generations of fathers as steward and mothers as cooks, daughters as maids or nannies and sons as valets or horseman, along with dozens of other people serving her family.

But those times were long gone, even her father barely remembering them from his own childhood. Mr. Marien, Mrs Carmèle late husband, had died when Lisette and Alphonse had barely begun school and hadn’t worked in the house since the time they learned to crawl. And so only Mrs. Carmèle lasted, singing in the early morning as she baked bread, and telling stories in the afternoon as she knitted. The children weren't happy, but those short moments - of sitting at the old wooden kitchen eating warm bread with butter weren’t the only moments Lisette and Alphonse were ever truly children. She’s the reason Lisette ever learned kindness and empathy for others, even if these layers are often masked by more prominent family traits.

The only time they were ever all four in the same place was Sunday mass. The one time they were the perfect family. For all his peculiarities Saint Croix feared god more than most mortal men. And Florence had been brought up a devout catholic so she amused her husband in this one quirk. No matter what was happening in the house they were a family on Sunday morning. Her mother’s episodes lifted, her father’s anger subsided and her and Alphonse were expected to do just the same. You left problems at the door of the church. For God sees all and will punish you for any wrong thought.

The rest of the time was filled with tutors, for no matter how poor Saint Croix got he would rather die than send his children to school. Not only for the embracement of mingling with those so far beneath them but lest it put ideas in their minds. Once they were past the basics, reading and writing and math and music, the twins were separated. Different roles called for different classes. Alphonse learned history and politics and all he needed to one day become the head of a duchy. Lisette was trusted into etiquette and learned just enough of everything to make a pleasant conversation fit for a lady. This left them both lacking terribly well into their adult years and still affects Lis to this day. She has trouble looking at facts as part of a whole instead of simply different pieces of information. Can make a coercive long term plan. Lives life on a decision by decision basis. Alphonse had a horrible time in connecting to others on a personal level analyzing every situation, no matter how close to him, as if from a stranger's perspective. While charismatic in his own way he was an awful conversationalist in everyday matters and dealt horribly with plans being changed on him. This lead to a lot of their future misunderstandings.

Their childhood was also populated by a third force, their mother. Often lasting for days, Florence would get in depressive fits that would leave her locked in her room without eating or talking to anyone, followed by short highs where she would drink herself sick. The children were not only observers to this their whole life but often active participants. Either targets of their mother's rage or little nurses, taking her to bed when she passed out drunk in the stairway, or holding her hair back as she threw up in the tub. Lisette and Alphonse would often tag team staying awake during the worst nights to make sure she didn’t stop breathing or would have to force her medication on her when she refused.

Mrs. Carmèle lasted in the house until around their 11th birthday, by then to old to be of much help. The house was still cleaned, by the faceless maids who came and went in a van and treated them like they couldn’t be touched. Perfect porcelain children. By this age they had been almost fully shaped into the adults their parents wanted them to be - one at the image of their father and one of their mother.

Despite her father's best efforts thought - Lis learns patriotism and loyalty not from his forced lessons but from her cousins in Paris. Her and Alphonse are quite a bit younger than all of them - Giselle being the closest with a 6-year difference - making it easy to idolize them. Arnauld is charismatic and smart and a gentlemen or knight of the old stories in her eyes. Benoit kind and affectionate and as she grows older a close companion. Giselle fearless with a wit to her Lis dared not imitate at home. Her sense of loyalty is still forged to that childhood sense of wonder - she will find people who exhibit traits she’s been told are valuable and hang on to them. It’s very hard to come out of Lisette’s good graces once you entered it.

Her time in Hungary leads to two things - her general happy demeanor in life & the complicated relationship with her brother. Alphonse never quite forgave her for choosing to stay in Hungary almost full time past their 15th birthday. Yet Lisette there learned to be more relaxed and carefree. She was still the perfect lady when others were looking. But to have even the short-lived conversation with Levente where she could laugh out loud or be a somewhat normal teenage girl with Fanni were worth lifetimes to Lis. The closest thing she had ever had to it where the couple of times she had visited her cousins in Belgium, Louise a greatly welcomed friend in her youth.

The times she came home Alphonse was every time further and further from the boy she knew. At the time Lisette saw it has him becoming their father, cold and distance focused simply on himself and his ever so important work, the only difference was is distaste for women. Yet as Lisette grew older and further away from her house she understood that had simply been his way to escape their childhood. She had left. He had hidden in himself.

Her marriage at first feels like a small win. She had never tried to get closer to Akos, despite her time in Hungary being dependent on it, to focused on finally having the small freedoms she was allowed. Yet she created an image of him in her mind, the perfect husband from the few not conversations they had in their “courtship”. Married life, however, proved rough from the start. Ever great at holding her fantasies Lisette couldn’t help but be thrust into real-life at every point. He was no longer charming and mysterious - they simply knew nothing of each other, and her inability to voice her concerns or wishes lead her into the depressive states she had criticized her mother for her whole life.

Her mood only lifted when she feel pregnant. Lisette thrived in the idea of motherhood. To undo all her own childhood with a new life - in her young mind just another thing to get perfect. This just made her losing the baby a bigger blow. Still incredibly religious by this point in her life the loss of her baby felt like a curse, a punishment from god himself for her sins. That’s perhaps the biggest contributor to her running away. Not only is she unable to face others as a failure (for what’s a women's job at court but to give her husband’s family children) but for a genuine belief, she’s cursed. The news she’s later to find she’s infertile don’t help this vision of herself and to this day while she’s long past seeing it as her defining feature or a curse from God, she can’t help but feel less than other women for it.

Her time in Italy gives her a small taste of confidence and opens up old memories she never dared glace over before then. Mrs. Carmèle granddaughter Sophie who was just an year older than Lisette but laughed like the song of birds was in her throat, with long gold curls down her back. She used to fancy Alphonse but Lisette would blush every time she got close to whisper secrets at her ear in the afternoon sun. Or the pretty Hungarian she had pecked one during her first year there, a game late at night with giggling girls who had yet to find consequences. A child's kiss but one Lisette could feel in her lips for days after.

Gaia was her first love, perhaps the first person who truly saw her for all but her name. Her time with the Italian is short but marks her terribly. She’s unsure to this day if she would have survived that moment in her life without it and came out the other side not being just a broken shell, like her mother.

Her travels are where she learns who herself is, without the constraints of family or consequence. She’s now truly able to find her own way in life and explore the world to the fullest. She learns how to deal with emotions - instead of simply shutting them down and how to deal with conflict instead of simply running away or pretending it doesn’t affect her. It’s not instantaneous and there are setbacks. She’s not a perfect lover nor a perfect friend and she there’s a few relationships along the way that she could never fix - her brother being one of them. But during those years does one thing she was never allowed. She tries and fails and tries once more.

Meeting Stella, and the consequent relationship she gets out of it is a breath of fresh air simply because Lis gets to experiment with it. They don’t have anything concrete for a long time but there’s an air of eternal to their connection. Their encounters at first, the spontaneity of them, make it so they don’t squash Lisette’s slowly growing spirit. Anything to fast would have sent the girl she was running at the first sight of trouble. But, whether Stella realizes it or not, the year between their first meeting and their first official date make it not only founder in Lisette’s mind but make it so she’s actually ready for that type of commitment in her life. The reason she has trouble letting go of Stella now, is because Stella was never a constant before either. Lisette had to work on bettering herself to even have a chance at happiness with another person, and that didn’t come easy so she’s incredibly attached.

Alphonse’s death drops Lis off the edge she’d been climbing once more. She’s back at square one, and closing in on herself day by day. She’s more closed off once again, yet the free spirit hangs dormant beneath. She’s more willing to trust others than she would have been in her childhood but still has trouble creating deep connections with people outside the small circle of those she trusts.

#hshqtask039 #//i didn't proof read this nor will i #if i look at it for longer it will never get posted #not tagged but if you're character is closed to lis they're probably mentioned

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diazevans · 4 years

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he is your world (you just don't know it)

It’s not that she wants Eddie to hurt, not at all. Shannon loves him, respects him, and if it were in her hands, she would give him absolutely everything in the world that could make him happy.

Shannon Diaz gets to live and it changes everything.

CHAPTER 4 : THE CONFRONTATION.

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Shannon moves slightly away, so he can get inside her apartment with no problem and as much as she wants to start the questions right in that second, she knows that this has to start with him. If something was wrong with her son, Eddie wouldn’t be so patient with it, so at least that’s out of the way. Is it Buck again? Because the last thing she knew, Buck had appeared on her house wearing a grin bigger than his face, chatting about how he and Eddie were back to being best friends. Those had been his exact words and it was so adorable that she didn’t even tease him about the way his eyes light up and his cheek became an outstanding color pink.

Following that line of thought, she tried to remember what other little information she had gotten about Eddie in the last few days. There was the new car, that he had showed her and say it was a good price and well, she knew he was smart enough with his finances, but apart from that, there wasn’t anything terribly out of place. She must had missed something big, considering the way Eddie is still standing in the middle of her living room, seemed more out of place than ever before.

“Do you want to sit?” It felt pretty stupid to ask, but the more she looked at him, the more uneasy she felt.

His lips curved into a smile, but far from be happy or light, it was charged with so much guilt that Shannon dreaded whatever that he was going to say. Had Eddie killed someone? Was he taking away her son from her? Had someone died? “Don’t think you will want me here in a bit”

It’s starting to get on her nerves, this whole thing, so Shannon moved closer to him and take his hands on her, eyes hard not necessarily unwelcome. He knows her well enough to know that whatever he needs to speak with her, he must start now. “Let’s hear it, then” It can’t be that bad, right? Her mind is just being noisy because she still doesn’t have the facts and she is only human, she is meant to think the worst.

“Cap is sending me to therapy, mandatory” Her eyebrows raised and she is pretty sure they almost hide in her hairline, because well, Diaz man don’t go to therapy. Not even marriage therapy, not even if asked. Eddie sighs, probably knowing that she is thinking, before taking off the hoddie that was covering his chest. Shannon is half a second away to move extremely far away from him, since he had gone insane clearly, but her eyes caught everything.

His whole fucking chest is a massive bruise.

Before she even gets to ask, or make her mind work again, Eddie continues with his explanation. “They found out that I…. These pasts weeks, I have been fighting” With who? For what? “There is an underground fighting pit that pays really well and I’m good, so…”

Shannon doesn’t even let him finish because absolutely every part of her has gone from utter confusion and dread to completely, blinding rage.

“You did what?!” It’s almost satisfying the way Eddie seems to flinch under her tone, but she is too upset to even think about it. He can’t be serious, because there is no way her ex-husband is that idiotic to put his entire life on jeopardy for… “Why in the world would you do something like that!?”

He, at least, has the decency to look ashamed. Still, a second after his jaw sets and he looks right at her. There is so much sadness on them but above, so much stubbornness. “You have no idea how angry I was with the divorce and then the stupid lawsuit…”

If she was watching the scene from outside, Shannon would have hide her head behind her hands because that was so obviously the wrong thing to say. There is a part of her brain that wants to understand him, to soothe him and rationalize his motives, but she is past the point of taking the blame for everything that Eddie gives her. Not anymore, not of this.

“Oh, so now this is all my fault” She steps closer to him, eyes never leaving his. “The fact that you went to punch people, without caring about anything, not even your son, it’s mine and Buck’s fault, isn’t it, Eddie?” Understanding crosses his face and he opens his mouth, probably to say yet another thing that is going to make it worse, but this time she is faster. “Because perfect little Eddie does nothing wrong. It’s always someone else’s fault, isn’t it? Nothing is ever on him, not even when he does stupid crap because he can’t behave like a responsible human being!”

And Shannon really could say this is all about the fighting, even when she hasn’t let him explain absolutely anything about it. She wants to distant this event from the past, but he is wearing the same expression and using the same excuses, like he had been justified in doing what he did, just because he is sad.

Just like when he left for Afghanistan the second time, and no matter how much he wants to say otherwise, this is on him. His choices and his consequences to pay. The worst part is that he had put himself on the line without caring about Christopher, about his own son. Again.

“Shannon, please” She doesn’t know what he is asking, but right now it’s too much and she is afraid she can say something that she will regret. There are questions to be asked and security matters to attend about their son, but right now the only thing she wants is to shake him until some sense gets inside that stupid head of his.

“Get out”

His eyes open slightly, and there is so much fear and she doesn’t really understand why but right now? It doesn’t matter.

“Please, just let me…”

“Get out!” It feels weird, to be the one pushing him away when it has always been the other way. Shannon had always been with her arms wide open for him, to come and go as he pleases, but not right now.

There is a pause, so long that she thinks maybe he is going to fight her again, but after a few moments he is out of the house so silently that she would had missed him if she could move her eyes away from him. She wants to scratch her eyes but no, she will not cry for something that is not her fault. What she is going to do is call her son, hear him talk until her heart beat normally and then wait until her mind could focus again to call Buck.

They needed to have a long talk.

It seemed that he felt the same way because late at night, when she was staring at the ceiling and waiting for sleep to take mercy on her, her phone starts ringing in the bedside table. Shannon isn’t even surprised that it’s Buck’s name on it and when she answers, she doesn’t give him time to talk.

“Did you know?” Clearly, that wasn’t what he was expecting to hear, because Buck takes a moment before he answers.

“Just found out this morning with the rest of the team, I promise. If I had known…” They both know that is probably a lie, that Buck would had let Eddie get with it on his own terms, but the sentiment is appreciated. “Can’t wrap my head about it either, if that helps”

Her eyes move back to the ceiling, adjusting her phone against her ear, and trying to find her balance. “Have you talk to him?”

“Umh, yeah” His voice suddenly sounds unsure and it peaks her interest. “I’m kinda in the house?”

Against her own wishes, she is unable to not smile. “Kinda?”

“Well, not kinda. I’m in the house. He called and I…” That’s new, but good, she supposes, that Eddie is trying to reach to someone. Still, the pause that Buck has given her make her feel a ‘but’ coming up. “We had to take Christopher to his abuela.”

An alarm rings in her head, making her seat against the bed. “What? Did something happen? Why didn’t you call me?”

She can hear Buck taking a deep breath on the other side of the line, before he speaks again. “He thinks you are taking Christopher away from him”

Whatever that she thought that was coming, it was definitely not that The fear in his eyes suddenly makes sense and she would be lying if she says it hasn’t crossed her mind to wonder if Eddie was suited to take care of their son. The concern was gone as soon as it came and for the way Buck is speaking, he knows too that she would never do something to separate the Diaz guy. Not after everything.

“I told him you wouldn’t, but he doesn’t really believe me” Her throat is closed, too unsure of what to do or say, knowing that this will be go directly at the other man. “He just fell asleep but I really, I don’t know how long that is going to last”

She has to remember Buck is a friend, that Buck is safe. “I would never do that” She hates that her voice sounds strain. “I’m just so angry” As soon as she says it she remembers Eddie saying exactly the same and she is only human after all. “But I would never, Buck”

When he speaks again, his voice is soft. “I know Shannon” A weight she didn’t even know she is holding seems to disappear with his words and her heart feels warm. “I think you should tell him”

He is right, she should. Probably tomorrow. With a groan of acknowledge, she closes her eyes again. She is sure the talk will be horrible, that there are some other screams that will come out, but she can’t think about it right now. The day is being so long and Buck’s friendship is soothing, in a way that makes her wish she could have one of his big hugs. It’s not a surprise that Eddie, even in the middle of a crisis, was able to find a little rest beside the other man.

“Buck”

“Yeah?”

“Would you stay on the phone for a little while?”

A light chuckle comes from the other end and it makes her smile. “You just sounded a lot like Chris” There is a fondness in his voice that makes her so damn proud of herself for all the times she had support him and had his back. “I will If you promise to try again tomorrow, with the talking”

“I promise I will try not to kill your boyfriend, Buck” A yawn prevents her from hearing the offended sound that Buck makes and she knows, like the sky is blue, that he must be blushing. It makes her smile a little bit more honestly.

Tomorrow, she promises to herself. Tomorrow she will try again.

#buddie #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #shannon diaz

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littlemisssquiggles · 5 years

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Continuing from my last ask, I do like the idea of the final boss not being Salem but Great War II. Like, Salem could be trying to gain power through humans like she did before (To rebel against the gods and as a false god herself). But in a twist, begins her redemption as she starts to understand the importance of life and death. I can even see her finally understanding in a tiny village and quietly passing away, the main characters completely unaware... just, imagine Oz finding that out.

Hey Miki-chan. I’m glad you liked the headcanon of history repeating itself with Great War II and Salem being the partial instigator in that by influencing the people to go after the Relics and essentially the Gods just as how she did in First Remnant.

However the squiggle meister has a much different approach to Salem’s Redemption Arc.

I’ve already shared my ideas on the events that take place after the Fall of Atlas Kingdom and Ruby and Oscar’s abduction and imprisonment by Salem in the Dark Lands.

My thoery is that the second Great War will be led by the Kingdom of Mistral. My theory is that Salem and her forces would use Atlas to spark the flares of Great War II. Up until this point in the story, Atlas has been placed under a negative lens facing heavy public scrutiny with what transpired at the Vytal Festival, according to Caroline Cordovin in RWBY V6.

And it wouldn’t surprise me if what happened Argus with the Leviathan Grimm almost destroying the kingdom due to the stunt Cordovin pulled wouldn’t come back to bite the kingdom in the ass as well. While we all know that our heroes played a role in that, that’s not what the rest of Argus saw.

They didn’t see Cordovin apprehending fugitives who had stolen one of the army’s airships. For the most part, what the public of Argus saw was a complete abuse of power by Caroline Cordovin, marching out into the city with its greatest weapon and announcing arrogantly to the world how much they had forgotten about the, quote, unquote, “Awesome Might of Atlas” and to consider her actions a reminder of how superior Atlas was.

That is what the public heard and you cannot tell me that’s not going to have consequences for Atlas in the eyes of Mistral. Especially if word of what happened in Argus reaches back to the Mistral Council.

At this moment, you can more or less say that Atlas has two strikes against them with Vale and ultimately Mistral too for Argus. And with Tyrian hinting that they’re plotting something between Atlas and Vacuo, things are not looking good. With this thought in mind, my theory is that after Atlas Kingdom falls, with the decent of Remnant’s most influential kingdom, the governing council of Mistral will probably wish to use this opportunity to take control of the other kingdoms.

With Vale still recovering from Beacon’s Fall and with Atlas Kingdom demolished, Mistral Kingdom may wish to appeal to the other kingdoms—proposing that they should be in charge of things considering that, second to Vale, they are the largest kingdom in Remnant.

Somehow I just like the idea of Mistral getting the brainiac idea to impose their government and reign onto the other kingdoms believing them to be weaker than them, especially now that Atlas is no longer the most influential kingdom and therefore no longer a threat with their fall. I really dig this idea of Mistral being the kingdom to cast the first stone of war. As a matter of fact, I think there is a huge possibility of this becoming canon since it ties into my hunch of Remnant’s history repeating itself.

In the World of Remnant episode on the Great War, it was mentioned that it was Mistral who more or less kick-started the first Great War when they’re settlers attempted to colonize a section of Solitas that Vale has also planned on colonizing. And even though the King of Vale was willing to compromise and share the territory with Mistral, that didn’t stop what became the first fight of the Great War. Vale against Mistral with Mantle coming to Mistral’s aid. For better clarity, I went back and rewatched the World of Remnant: The Great War and this is what was said:

“…The Great War. What a terrible name for such a horrible time in history. Though the war itself lasted around ten years, the century leading up to it was filled with so much tension, you might as well lump em together. And most of that tension was coming from Mistral.”

Territories rich with resources and safe from Grimm have always been in high demand. But the Emperor of Mistral had managed to conquer nearly all that Anima had to offer, thanks in part to an unlikely friend: Mantle. The two kingdoms had formed an alliance. Mistral provided the small kingdom with goods unavailable in the frozen tundra. In return, Mantle introduced technological innovation as well as guidance in the settlement of Anima’s cold northern territory. It was good until it wasn’t.

An incident in Mantle led to a strange and unexpected decree. The abolishment of the arts and repression of self-expression. The People of Mantle had come to believe that they would be much safer from the Grimm if they could simply keep the emotions of the masses in check. Given Mistral’s strong artistic culture, many assumed it would be the end of their alliance. But they were wrong. Mistral complied; selectively. Enforcing Mantle’s wishes only in the outer territories, allowing the centralized powers to continue to live as they pleased. If you haven’t caught on yet. Mistral’s full of jerks.

The People of Vale had a problem with this. Well they had a problem with a lot of things Mistral and Mantle have been up to. Treatment of their citizens, use of slave labour and their constant insistence that their way of lifewas what was best for everyone…”

‘…Their constant insistence that their way of life is what was best for everyone…’

It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if for a second time, Mistral and Mantle decide to come together to colonize the other kingdoms under their reign. Especially since Atlas is presumably destined to fall. And given that Atlas more or less abandoned Mantle and its people behind in the cold in poor conditions, what’s stopping Mantle from sort of enacting its revenge on Atlas (and essentially the rest of Remnant) by joining forces with Mistral again to jumpstart another Great War. That’s my theory.

Following the Fall of Atlas, Mistral would appeal to the other kingdoms thatperhaps they should rule over everyone. Mantle will of course side with themas expected however Vale and Vacuo will be against it. But that doesn’t stopMistral from trying to take over and thus…another war begins.

I really think it would be interesting if this happened. A Second Great War in Remnant with our heroes being around to witness the events of it was something that’s been foreshadowed as early as V2. It was hinted into Ironwood’s statement to Oz.

Ironwood: Do you really think your children can win a war?Ozpin: I pray that they’d never have to.

Or…something along the lines. Another reason why I think it would be fascinating for our young heroes to be part of another Great War is because, during the last war, there was a lot of tension and terror while the kingdoms were fighting which led to many civilizations and people on the outside being endangered by the rising Grimm activity.

I think this sort of thing could ultimately be used as a way for Oscar to reunite with to his family. Think about it. If Mistral is off trying to colonize the other kingdoms with its best warriors off to fight in the war, this would leave the outer villages and territories more vulnerable to the Grimm.

This is inclusive of the part of the kingdom where Oscar is from. Let’s say, by the time Great War II is in full swing, about one to two years has passed. So let’s say, Oscar is 17 years old at the time of the Great War II. Ruby is 19 and everyone else is 21 years old.

At this point, perhaps the CCT Tower is back online and it is during this time, our heroes are constantly receiving distressed signals from all over from people in desperate need of help. Let’s say, our heroes, RWBY and JNPR are tasked with being the ones to go out into the field via airships provided by the Atlesian Military to help villages who are being flooded by Grimm.

But at some point, there is a distress signal from Anima near Mistral Kingdom…where Oscar’s home town. Believing that his family might be in danger, Oscar wants to return to Mistral but is stopped. Let’s say, given the fact that Mistral is the kingdom that is trying to take over everybody, not everyone was willing to go to Anima and defend its people.

So it boils down to Oscar having to beg to protect the people of Anima since the lives of the innocent shouldn’t be allowed to pay for the actions of its leaders.

Unfortunately, the Vale Council refuses to deploy their huntsmen to Anima since it’s enemy territory. So it pretty much ends up with JNPR and RWBY going solo, behind the Vale Council’s back, to provide aid to Oscar’s family and anyone else in Anima who are being victimized by the Grimm during the War.

So Oscar’s family and any other Anima refugees would be taken to Vale as a safe haven. I like this since it could provide an interesting way for Ruby and Oscar’s family to meet each other. Sure it’d be under the weirdest circumstances but it would be a cool way for the two families to meet especially since my Rosegardening Pinehead theory is that Ruby and Oscar would officially become a couple after the standalone Dark Doman Arc. But y’know, this is all just my theories.

Now to actually discuss Salem and her part in Great War II. Similar to how she manipulated the original Monarchs of First Remnant into staging a coup against the Gods, my theory is that Salem would manipulate the rulers of Mistral and Mantle into becoming her newest pawns. Since Mistral and Mantle desire reign over all Four Kingdoms, I can see Salem using this to her advantage. Despite Salem being cleansed of her darkness with her connection to the Grimm Pools now permanently severed (via my theory of Ruby’s Silver Eyes and Oscar’s Magic) this doesn’t mean she still wasn’t immortal.

Salem will only be reverted back to her original form and thus, would still have her curse and magical powers. In a similar manner to how she was able to influence the original Monarchs with her curse as leverage, I can see Salem doing the same thing with the Rulers of Mistral and Mantle.

Imagine Salem promising the Rulers of Mistral the same kind of power as hers; immortality and magic, if they helped her gather all the Relics to summon the Gods.

I know you wish for Salem to have some form of redemption and while I liked your idea; speaking for myself here, I can only picture Salem finally realizing the error of her ways through being overthrown—y’know coming face to face with adversary far more powerful and intimidating that her. Kind of like Salem coming face to face with herself or someone far worse than she was.

This is why I liked the concept of Cinder Fall becoming the Red Queen; taking over from where Salem left off and gaining full control of the Grimm by becoming the world’s first Grimmoire—human and Grimm hybrid.

Salem, to me, is a very tough nut to crack. I can’t wrap my head around her just going to a tiny village, going through her redemption and then peacefully passingaway like that with the main cast being oblivious to it. Nah son. I mean it’s a fitting end but there’s needs to be something before we get to that climax.

This is how I pictured Salem’s path to redemption. After being defeated by Ruby and Oscar, even in her purified state, Salem still wants revenge. She was still angry. Still vengeful against the Gods. So because of this, she turned back to her old ways. Since she could no longer control the Grimm (since Ruby and Oscar relinquished all the Grimm Pools and the Land of Darkness), Salem sought out to build herself a new army. So she decides to target the Rulers of Mistral and Mantle who were trying to conquer Vale, Vacuo and the remnants of Atlas kingdom. Salem manages to forge an alliance with these kingdoms and for a while, it seemed like Salem’s plan was going to work.

But in a twist, it turns out that the Rulers of Mistral and Mantle were using Salem. As it turns out, someone else has already gotten to the Rulers beforeSalem and had them under her full control. As it turns out, Cinder reveals herselfas the Red Queen.

Not only was she the new master of the Grimm but she also had influence over two of Remnant’s most powerful armies who had sworn their loyalty to her and pretty soon, the rest of Remnant will bow to Cinder Fall.

Already, in the span of such a short time, Cinder had achieved more than Salem ever did in the centuries she has lived. All that was left was for her to gather the Relics and summon the Gods herself to achieve something else Salem was unable to do—kill the Gods.

Long story short, Cinder had played Salem and all Salem could do was stare back at the monster she had created. Basically imagine Cinder doing to Salem what Salem did to the Gods back in First Remnant. Just as how Salem, a creation of the Brother Gods, turned their own people against them—Cinder, a creation of Salem (technically) would turn all of Salem’s armies (human as well as Grimm) against her.

This is the karma that I believe could be what finally sets Salem in motion towards her redemption. Let’s say…from here, Cinder sets her army on Salem. At first, Salem retorts pompously knowing fully well that she can’t die. But to Salem’s horror, Cinder was fully prepared for that. She knows Salem couldn’t be killed. Killing Salem wasn’t Cinder’s plan. She didn’t want her dead. She wanted her power. So let’s say…Red Queen Cinder manages to overpower Salem and steal her magic from her in the same way she tried stealing the Maiden magic from Raven.

After draining Salem of all of her magic, Salem is left completely powerless. The only thing left to protect her was her immortality curse. She didn’t even have the power to defend herself anymore.

After that, Cinder left her loyal minions of Mantle and Mistral to do whatever they pleased to Salem. Humiliate her. Torture her to no end. Make her one of their many slaves. It mattered naught to Cinder. She already had what she desired so Salem was no longer of use to her.

Let’s say…after pilfering all of Salem’s magic, Cinder now had to ability to create the Grimm Pools? Maybe. I’m still wondering if that’s a possibility. I mean it might be since my theory is that Ruby and Oscar can destroy Grimm Pools with magic. So for the sake of this headcanon, let’s say Cinder can create a Grimm Pool now that she has Salem’s magic. It’s not strong enough to create one as massive as what the God of Darkness could achieve, but it was enough for Cinder to make one potent enough to grow her Grimm Army.

Let’s say…our heroes get wind of what went down with Cinder. Let’s say, despite gaining Salem’s magic, Cinder, being the megalomaniac that she was still wanted more power. My thing is that no matter how powerful Cinder becomes, her biggest crutch will always be her insatiable hunger for power and that hunger of hers will always be her downfall.

Basically what I’m trying to voice here is that at some point, our heroes will learn that Cinder has now become the biggest threat to Remnant with Mantle and Mistral under her reign; working to conquer Vale and Vacuo while simultaneously searching for the remaining Maidens and Relics. My theory is that, in her thirst for power, Cinder would work to achieve what Salem failed to achieve—gather all the Relics and defeat the Gods.

My guess is that Cinder would grow so power-hungry that she’d even dare to challenge the Gods—repeat the very same mistake that Salem did at the cost of mankind a second time.

Long story short, at some point, our heroes end up liberating a village that had been claimed by Mistral and Mantle, under Cinder’s liege. While freeing all the captives, the heroes discover Salem who was among the prisoners.

This is the first time Oscar has seen Salem since she had dared to join forces with Mantle and Mistral to take down the Gods again. Now, there she was beaten and broken—practically spitting at Oscar’s feet screaming at him to let her die or something like that. However, Oscar surprises Salem by doing the opposite.

Even after everything she had done to him in many lifetimes. Even after what she did to him in this current lifetime by trying to turn his own love against him. Even after what she did to Ruby.

The pain she caused them both. Despite everything she had put him through, Oscar still showed Salem mercy and saved her. Just like Ozma did years ago. Oscar would still show Salem kindness. Not out of pity. But because it was the righteous thing to do.

So against her will, Salem is saved by Oscar of all people and taken to safety in Vale with all the other original captives. After that, Salem is placed to live with the captives. Now that she was powerless without her magic, Salem, for the first time ever, was completely vulnerable.She was now no different than a regular human. Sure she still had her immortality but what has that done for her other than force her to feel pain over and over again.

Salem had officially been knocked down. No longer the intimidating figure she once was. No longer was she a goddess or a master of anything. She was now just a woman, being forced to live in a world that no longer had a place for her.

But unbeknownst to Salem, a new place would be made for her. As I mentioned, after being saved, Salem would be placed to live in a small sanctuary in Vale with others like her who were once captives of Mistral and Mantle during their colonization.

Let’s say…during their pillaging throughout the remaining kingdoms, Mistral and Mantle colonized local villages forcing them to adhere to their rules until huntsmen and soldiers from Vale and Vacuo came to their aid to take them to safe havens.

So Salem would live with these people. Eat with these people. Work alongside these people as they did their best to forge a new home for themselves in Vale while their real homes were claimed in the destruction brought on by the War. A war that, Salem contributed towards sparking. It is here, amongst these people where Salem could finally learn the error of her ways.

After all, she was now no different than them. Powerless. In need of protection. In need of a second chance at life. Or just a place to go since she had no idea what to do with herself now that she had been made a victim by Cinder and her forces, just like these people. The only difference between these people and Salem is that…she was immortal. Unlike her, these people—these men, women and children—their lives were feeble compared to Salem’s.

And despite that, they still continued to persevere. To make the best of what they had with the short life that they had. To lean on each other and work together. And what was more surprising is that these people welcomed Salem into their colony. Not as someone to lead them. Not as some goddess to bow down to to.

But as an ally in their little family. A member of their village. Even after all she had done to their kind over the years, these people would still accept her. Why? What had she done to deserve it? And more importantly, why was Salem finding herself appreciating the comfort these people brought her?

Basically from here, Salem would come to care for these people she was placed with and begin to value their lives over her own. Perhaps, during her stay with these people, Salem might even wind up adopting a small child—a little girl left orphaned by the Great War.

Perhaps this girl would remind Salem of her youngest daughter from her marriage with Ozma.

Oh! Or perhaps, Salem would end up becoming some kind of den-mother to a group of orphan children left without their parents because of the Great War II. So Salem would look after these children as if they were her own. Maybe even come to love them.

To me, I can’t see Salem just passing away during the Great War without the heroes knowing. For me, I want Salem to be alive to see firsthand what she helped cause.

I want her to even become a victim of her own creations of destruction so that she can finally learn her lesson. Let Salem fall from grace and live among the people she once thought worthless.

Let her become one of them and learn to cherish the lives of the ones she came into close contact with. Let her fight to protect them so that when the Gods are brought back, instead of finding the same Salem who once gathered humanity against them or even dared to trick them into bringing back her loved one out of her own selfish desires, instead of finding her, they would find this new person praying to them to protect the lives of these people she had grown to care for.

After that, Salem will be allowed to rest. Perhaps she will end up dying in a village.

I can picture it being a thing where after the Gods lifted her immortality, Salem is finally allowed to grow old. Perhaps she may even be allowed to live one last life on Remnant where she’d get to take care of the orphan children she had cared for during the Great War.

Perhaps Salem will be allowed to live long enough to see these kids grow up. Perhaps that’s the deal she makes with the Gods. At least let her live long enough to see her children grow up well and then she’ll die. In that time, Salem would become someone who would take in stray children. Gave them a haven to call home. She’d basically live a humble life until all her kids finally grow up and after that, she would be able to pass away peacefully in her sleep surrounded by all the children she had helped raised. Surrounded by loved ones.

Perhaps Oscar would even be invited back to say his goodbyes to Salem. Who knows? Just spit-balling here mostly.

I know not a lot of folks like the sound of Salem being redeemed. However, this idea could work. Maybe. Or…something like that. That’s my hunch for the most part.

Hope this answers you Miki-chan o/

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

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Top 5 Things I Disliked About RWBY Volume 6

(Top 5 Likes)

Well everyone… we made it. I started doing this Likes/Dislikes series on Monday, hoping to get it done before Saturday. The lesson here is to do better about pre-planning. Nevertheless… I did it. Volume 6. The most recent volume. My favorite volume of the entire series. I am so ready to gush about everything that I love about this! But we gotta do Dislikes first, and there are a few. Unlike the others though where nearly all of them are outdated or irrelevant, whether these will be improved on or not remains to be seen. So let’s not waste any time and get to the Top 5 Dislikes of RWBY Volume 6.

#5. Neo Fanservice

This is Number 5 because it more annoys me than anything else, but it doesn’t ruin anything. I’m not a fan of Neo. I find her to be a pointless addition who only exists because of her design. Which she does have a fantastic design, and her being mute is interesting. But otherwise? She was just… there. I didn’t care about the character then, and I don’t care now. I knew that she was gonna come back for CInder’s head, and this feels like the right time. But by the writers own admission, shes there just to flare up CIndr’s plotline. Which… why not use this to flesh out Cinder? Tell us her backstory or at least hint at it. Explain her motivations. Have us understand why she’s as horrible and power-hungry as she is. Explain what the heck happened when Ruby Silver Eyes blasted her in Volume 3 already!

I know that they’re likely waiting for the right moment, but like with V4 it just feels like they’re dodging it and people are running out of patience. So I feel like there were other ways to make CInder’s plot more interesting. Throwing in Neo feels… well… I hate to say it, but lazy. Which I know isn’t true. Miles and Kerry are insanely hard-working and devoted to this show and away as far from lazy as it gets. I guess they just hit writers’ block? Knew that people wanted to see Neo again and felt like this was the right time? I don’t know. It wasn’t badly written or executed and sets the stage for the future. But still, I do wish that they took a more creative route and let us actually get to know Cinder when they had the chance. It’s disappointing.

Again, this is on here because I know I’m in the minority. A lot of people really like Neo and want to see more of her character. And I can’t lie, with Roman gone, there is some motivation for her and now there’s room to flesh her out. So while I don’t care about her, I am interested in seeing what they do with her. To see what she’s planning because there is now ay that she’s not going t give up on making CInder suffer. But I can absolutely see her still wanting payback on Ruby who was both involved with Roman’s death and knocked Neo off the plane and prevented her from helping him. We’ve got a classic revenge story in the making people. Let’s hope that it’s a good one.

#4. The Reaction to Jinn’s Story

This one is… complicated. Why? Because I don’t hate this. At all. You might think that I’m about to get mad that RWBYQ were all angry at Oz. But… no, I’m not. I fully sympathize with Oz. I don’t think that he’s this horrible monster who did all that he did because he’s horrible. Oz is just a man. A man who has been through so much pain for so long, all because he tried to do the right thing and be with his wife again. He has so much guilt and self-loathing and I just feel terrible for him and all that he’s been through. But it doesn’t change the fact that he’s lied and used people, even if it was because he had to. People got hurt. People have died. All because of him and his cause. He isn’t as horrible as Salem or the Gods, but RWBYQ has every right to be angry at him for what, in their eyes, is leading them on a suicide mission. So no, I don’t have a problem with their reactions.

My problem is that they all have the same reaction.

There is no diversity in how they all take this, nor with JNR. I guess that Jaune, Yang, and Qrow took it worst than everyone else, but all of their reactions are pretty much being angry at Oz and feeling hopeless. The only person who keeps nay sense is Maria because this doesn’t personally affect her, but still. It’s boring to watch and offers no true exploration into the characters’ feelings outside hopelessness. We don’t see them talk about the story or try to debate about it. Whether Oz can ever be trusted again or not. Whether they feel like there are some legit points both for and against Oz. They don’t talk about finding out the origin of the world or about Salem. There was so much room for so much perspective and maybe V7 will go into that. But here? It just feels like a wasted opportunity.

IDK. I still enjoy the plot and it adds a lot of moral conflicts. Oz was wrong, but he also had his reasons. There is no right or wrong answer I don’t think to any of Ozpin’s choices. He’s trying to do the right thing, and that’s not always the best thing or even the moral thing. It’s complex stuff that can cause a lot of complex emotions. But it feels like it’s all meant to say that Oz was bad and there is no resolution or discussion about it by the end outside Oz helping Oscar land the jet. Can V7 fix that? Maybe, especially since the trailer hinted at the right thing vs best thing dilemma. But as far as this volume goes, it was good, but could have been better.

#3. Caroline Cordovin

Cordovin sucks. Big time. I admit she was amusing in her debut episode, but that was it. Cordo os, overall, just a stingy and arrogant old woman. She isn’t funny. She isn’t interesting. She pretty much exists to be another ‘Atlas people suck’ character, especially with her remark at Blake. Now I know that she was meant to be a minor antagonist, and that’s fine. But she went overboard and got the mech out when there were probably better ways of dealing with the heist peacefully. In fairness to her, the good guys can’t explain why they need to go to Atlas so I don’t blame her for trying to stop them. But with a huge-sized mech meant to deal with large Grimm? Really?

But really, none of this would have mattered to me… if it weren’t for the ending. Cordovin’s shift is out of nowhere. She has no epiphany. She never really accepts that this is her fault. We never see her viewpoint shift. And as such, her turn was utterly unprovoked. But most of all… she gets away with it. She gets away with endangering Argu. She gets away with her reckless endangerment. She gets away with escalating the situation unecesarially. She’s going to fudge her report, so Atlas won’t ever know about it. That is what I hate the most, she didn’t get punished for her actions whatsoever.

Still, unlike Cardin, she had a purpose and unlike him and the Fennec Twins, she wasn’t around for very long. As such, she isn’t the worst villain. But unless it’s to show that she’s been stripped of her rank, I don’t really ever want to see or hear from her again… her and Maria’s bickering was funny though. I’ll give them that.

#2. Lack of Oscar Development

I talked about this in V4, but this was the boiling point for people I think. Oscar is, sadly, underdeveloped. V4 had to rush through his intro and getting him to Mistral, which is a consequence of the separate plotline. V5 was better as he gelled well with the cast, got some training and learned to sue his AUra, and we learned a bit more about how his and Oz’s bonding worked. It’s still rushed, but hey unlike Ruby he got an actual payoff. Plus there’s an emphasis that he made a choice to be there both in his talk with Ruby and when he was faced with Hazel. It’s not a lot, but better than V4 and again, we had a payoff that felt earned,

V6 though… not so much. We see Oscar struggling with keeping control and his growing fear of not being the same after the merger is complete. It’ super understandable and when he nears having a panic attack in Chapter 4, you really feel for him. They do a very good job of getting you to feel bad for this kid, especially in CHapter 8 when Jaune loses it and slams him into the wall out of anger at Ozpin. He snaps out of it and is immediately remorseful, but it was still utterly wrong to do that to Oscar. Qrow was also pretty horrible, but I’ll get to that later. Point is, this kid is scared, being unfairly punished for things that he didn’t do, and is probably about to have an identity crisis. So him going missing? It makes perfect sense.

But there lies the issue. He goes missing… and when we see him again, that’s the end of his arc. We don’t see him sort through his emotions. We don’t see him talk with anyone or with Oz. I’m glad that Oscar made his choice to stay committed and I love his new look. But we don’t get to experience it with him. He feels alienated from the main cast and I think that’s because we have so many characters. Some are gonna have to be shafted, but Oscar had an on-going arc and shouldn’t have been. It’s the same thing with Grif in RvB17, where his character arc was ongoing but got shafted due to both episode count and character amount. But with Oscar, it’s even worse as he’s still fairly new and is Oz’s host. He should be more important than he is. Not more than RWBY, ut he’s pretty much just a tagalong out of there because he has Oz in his brain. Not because of his own character.

This has been a pretty vocal complaint. I’m hoping that CRWBY is going to try more in V7. Maybe have Oscar enroll at Atlas or something and get some Huntsman training. I’m not sure what they can do, but I think it’s time that they do at least something. Because next to Nora, Oscar is the most under-developed character, and he really should not be.

But hey, at least I still liked Oscar during the volume. Unlike a certain little birdie... on that note!

#1. Qrow’s Development

I did not like Qrow in this volume. At all. Now his attitude after the Oz reveal? Understandable. I think that Qrow is gonna be what Blake was to me in V4. Me hating how the character acted, but when I go back I’ll feel better about it since they’ll bounce back now that they’re past the lowest point. And to be fair in the final few episodes, Qrow got better and I felt more sympathetic when he was clearly having a Summer flashback. Plus, again, I get it. He trusted Oz for so long and found out that he was lied to all along. Everything that he worked for? Amounted to nothing. Any worth that it gave him after being marked as unlucky? That amounted to nothing. Him turning to drink himself stupid? Makes sense and it was good to finally delve into the negative parts of his drinking. Everything with Qrow makes sense.

The problem is very simple. It’ all due to one scene. Had they cut this out, I would be able to look past it. What scene is that?

“Don’t lie to him Ruby, We’re better than that.”

That killed any chance of me sympathizing with Qrow that the volume had. Ruby is trying to comfort Oscar, telling him that he isn’t just some vessel for Ozpin. I know that Qrow was upset. I mean he outright punched Oscar, which yeah it was aimed at Oz, but that also didn’t help. But that just felt unnecessarily cruel. Worst? He never apologizes for it like Jaune did with how he acted. Qrow is just overall useless, drinking himself stupid in Brunswick and just angrily giving up after Cordo refused them entry. Again, I get why. But I just cannot feel bad for him when he’s being such a downer and an asshole. Not even Ruby calling him out did anything until he began to flip out when the plan started to not go according to plan. Which by then… it felt too little, too late.

I don’t know. It’s like I said, I get it. But anytime that Qrow was on screen, it brought things down for me. I think that maybe they went a little too far with it, especially with the jab at Oscar. I’m glad that he’s on the right path now, and I assume that V7 will help make me like him again. But for now? I really did not like it, and it is my least favorite thing about V6.

And with that, the Dislikes posts are all done! Yay! One more post to go: the Likes post! I hope that you all enjoyed this post, and thank you for reading~!

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