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how eagles take flight (preview)

PAIRING ▸ slytherin!boo seungkwan x ravenclaw!fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, humor, smut, angst, fantasy, action, enemies to lovers au, hogwarts au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, slowburn, insane amount of lore, hurt/comfort, mild descriptions of violence, more to be added

SUMMARY ▸ on the night of halloween, you're selected as hogwarts' champion for the triwizard tournament, a competition for eternal glory held between three major schools of magic. of course, this makes absolutely no sense to you because you didn't put your name in the goblet of fire. you have a feeling someone's out to get you, though, and a certain slytherin who's hated you since your first year might have the answers you're looking for.

or, you and boo seungkwan hate each other's guts, but he might just prove to be an unlikely ally when you're selected for the triwizard tournament.

RELEASE DATE ▸ aiming for early 2024!

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ since i don't have much to show until the full fic is out, you can anticipate heavy slowburn, some blood purity prejudice, me racking my brain to come up with tasks for the tournament, the yule ball!!, enemies forced to work together, and ft. jeonghan, wonwoo, joshua, seungcheol, and irene (rv) ♡ send an ask or comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list !!

“AT LEAST YOU DON'T HAVE TO TAKE YOUR N.E.W.T.s NOW,” Wonwoo tried to console you while you two were walking to your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. “Charms is gonna kick my ass this year.”

Due to the strenuous challenge the tournament offered, testing your strength, courage, intelligence, and resourcefulness, the champions were exempt from exams. You figured it was because being a Triwizard champion was far more valuable than getting Outstanding scores on your end-of-year tests.

You snorted. “I’m still taking them.”

“But you don’t have to,” he said with a disapproving frown. “You should really be taking the tournament seriously, Y/N. People have died doing these tasks.”

“I just don’t understand how my name ended up in the Goblet of Fire,” you muttered. “I tried to explain that I didn’t put my name in, but they just told me that rules are rules. I have no choice now that I’ve been selected.”

“Just… make it through alive, will you? Don’t get yourself killed over eternal glory.”

“I don’t even care about eternal glory,” you whined. “Eternal glory isn’t gonna get me five N.E.W.T.s to get into the Auror recruitment program.” 

“I doubt you’d need five N.E.W.T.s if you won.”

“You’re generous for thinking I have a chance against Seungcheol and Joohyun.”

When you opened the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, you nearly groaned out loud once everyone’s eyes landed on you. A lot of talk had been going around about you being Hogwarts’ champion, and the attention wasn’t all that great. Some of the support was nice, but plenty of people had been betting on your loss and talking smack about how the Goblet of Fire should’ve chosen a better representative.

The only one in your class who appeared as though they couldn’t care less about you was Boo Seungkwan, a Slytherin who you couldn’t stand since your first year. You two got off on the wrong foot right off the bat, with you accidentally spilling ink all over Seungkwan’s new textbooks and him talking down to you for the rest of the year. It was a trivial thing to hold a grudge over, but as you two got more and more hostile toward each other over the years, you eventually just realized that you and Seungkwan weren’t meant to get along. 

You two hated each other so much that in your third year, you sent each other Howlers back-and-forth until a professor had to intervene. Apparently, screaming at each other through Owl Post was going too far, especially when the Howlers started arriving in the middle of classes.

Your dislike for him grew even more when he was picked as Head Boy for Slytherin. Although you had no qualms about the Head Girl chosen for the Ravenclaw house, you were still bitter that Seungkwan was effortlessly getting the opportunities that were always just out of your grasp.

Wonwoo grimaced once he took a look at the board. Apparently, you were graced with the pleasure of sitting next to the bane of your existence today.

“Think you can get through a class without killing Seungkwan?” he asked, squinting to make out who he was sitting next to.

“I think I have a better chance at winning the Triwizard Tournament.”

Wonwoo laughed, even though you were dead serious.

When you got to your table with Seungkwan, you did your best to avoid eye contact. You shrugged off your book bag and sank back into your seat without another word. Maybe if you tried hard enough, you could forget he even existed. 

“Your arm’s in my table space, champ,” he started, and although you tried to resist, your head shot up to see what the hell he was talking about. You rolled your eyes when you noticed Seungkwan pointing at your sleeve, which was barely on his side of the table. You moved your arm without another word. “Anyway, I didn’t think you’d be the kind of person to put your name in the cup.”

“You must know me so well, huh?” you sneered. “And, for your information, I didn’t put my name in the cup.”

Seungkwan stared at you with a strange look in his eyes before shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, growing defensive. You didn’t mean to raise your voice, but you quieted down after a few stares from other classmates.

He scoffed. “Take some accountability, Y/N. I literally saw you put your name in.”

You seized up. There was no reason for Seungkwan to lie, but you couldn’t fully believe that he actually saw you putting your name in the Goblet of Fire. You nearly started questioning whether you had been sleepwalking or something, but you were positive that you slept peacefully throughout the night. There was no rational explanation as to how you entered yourself into the tournament.

“Are you serious?” You turned around in your seat to face the Slytherin, nonplussed. “You saw me? You’re positive it was me?”

“Yeah? I know an idiot when I see one, you know?”

“Takes one to know one, I guess.”

Seungkwan shook his head at you. “You better have a plan to win. It's gonna be humiliating for us if you die out there.”

“Gee, thanks,” you replied bitterly. Your voice teetered on nervousness when you asked, “When did you see me put my name in the cup? Honest to God, I didn't do it, Seungkwan. You know I wouldn't.”

Even aside from Wonwoo, who looked at you skeptically after your name was called, you knew that Seungkwan saw right through you. He knew that you didn't have the guts to enter your name into the tournament. By no means did you consider yourself brave, and the Slytherin knew that quite well.

He looked at you strangely. “Last night. I was debating entering myself before I saw you.”

Before you could press him to elaborate, Yoon Jeonghan made a show of dragging his chair out from under the table that was in front of yours and Seungkwan’s, eyes locked on you as he did. He was one of the most popular wizards in your year with his charming looks and brilliant wit. He was sweet and friendly on paper, but he was notorious for dating around. You were pretty sure you saw him with a new girl every other month. Although he was one of Seungkwan’s best friends, you found him to be far more amiable. 

You pressed your lips into a thin line. Jeonghan was who everyone was expecting to get picked for the tournament. He was definitely more capable than you, and he posed a threat to both Seungcheol and Joohyun with his abilities. You were sure he would sweep the competition if he was selected as champion.

“There’s our champion,” he greeted with a crooked grin. “You’re gonna win for us, right?”

“Uh.” You paused. “No promises, Jeonghan.”

“Hey.” He lowered his voice to hardly a mutter, a playful grin on his face as he leaned in close. “You know my dad’s Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, right? Just say the word and I’ll find out what the first task is for you.”

“Isn’t that cheating?” you asked.

“Think about it this way: Durmstrang won’t stop at anything to make sure Seungcheol wins, and Joohyun half-Veela. She just has to bat her eyes at someone and they’ll cough up any information they have on the tournament for her.”

Seungkwan scoffed. “Jeonghan, you’re being careless. What happens when your dad finds out you’re helping the champion cheat?”

“Lighten up, Kwan. There hasn’t been a champion for centuries who hasn’t bent the rules a little.”

You swallowed hard. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt to accept Jeonghan’s help. After all, Wonwoo told you that Seungcheol and Joohyun would be using their resources to figure out tactics to go about their tasks. It would be no surprise if they had already found out what the first task required. If you had someone like Jeonghan on your side to help you, then you would’ve been stupid not to accept his assistance. 

Rules were one thing, but the entire school was counting on you to represent Hogwarts. You couldn’t make a fool out of yourself when the time came. 

“Well, if you happen to find out,” you told Jeonghan, “then I wouldn’t be opposed to hearing what the task is.”

He winked at you. “Just give me a day or two.”

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[house-strong]

— THE WAKE of the dragon ʾ ⋆

summary ; a request by anon.

“Would you please write a Daemon x niece!reader where Alicent attempted to attack her half-daughter like Episode 8 but the reader is pregnant with Daemon's third child?? I NEED protective, murderous Daemon in my life.”

pairing ; daemon targaryen x targaryen!reader

notes ; daemon is the man that i need in my life 😭 i cannot get over his short hair look. also, myrax is the name of your dragon. there’s no description for her, so feel free to make up your own! also unrevised,, oops.

funerals were a finicky thing.

when laena velaryon passed from childbirth, or rather the flame of her dragon-mount vhagar, the royal court had assembled on the velaryon’s ancestral seat of driftmark to pay tribute to the beautiful sister of laenor velaryon.

a towering castle surrounded by black water bay, driftmark was surely rivaling the volcanic mountain of dragonstone in terms of beauty. dragons soared across the sky, a plethora of beige, red, silver, and green wings dappled the sky. with a monstrous cry, vhagar was lurking within the mountains somewhere.

the procession was something that bordered mystic. tossing laena’s body that was enclosed in a stone casket carved out of her liking into the sea, never to be seen again. you supposed it was poetic, the velaryons were of the sea after all.

your two children, daenys and baelon, were doing their best to console their cousins, rhaena and baela. you smile fondly at them, the girls holding hands and baelon trying to make them laugh in attempts to raise their spirits. a sharp kick to your belly sends you leaning forward. your arm shoots out to find something to grasp on to and sure enough, you find the arm of your husband, daemon.

“he’s a fighter, isn’t he?” his voice asks, the tone low and cool enough to send a shiver down your spine. you wince and try to muster a smile despite the pain, but you shake your head.

“she is a fighter. i was thinking about the name visenya.”

“he will be named daerion,” the rogue prince counters, a sly smirk rising the corner of his lip. his eyes you curiously, eyes flickering back and forth between your eyes, your nose, and soon, he stops at your lips. he licks his own, before turning away and gazing at your children. you sigh in soft adoration, the action he did was enough to send the babe in your belly and stomach into flips.

it was no secret that daemon wanted another son; after the birth of prince baelon, named after his late nephew and in a sheer decision to repair old amends with his king brother, he was enamored with his child. he was the epitome of what daemon had inspired to be; a faithful and loving brother to his sibling, and a bundle of joy that was the near opposite of what daemon was. to create something so good and so pure was evidence enough that maybe daemon could be salvaged.

he knew that this, this family – his family, was the one thing in the world that he vowed to uphold and protect, no matter the cost. he’d cross oceans, move mountains, and bring the kingdoms to heel with the help of his dragon-mount caraxes if that was what you needed.

“they’re sweet, aren’t they?” you say, following his gaze. he hums in agreement.

the funeral then moves to the inner halls of driftmark, where corlys velaryon and your aunt, rhaenys targaryen, had set a feast in remembrance of their late daughter. the food was delicious, an array of players of roasted pig, cakes, and fish been laid out. no doubt they were delicacies that were once enjoyed by laena velaryon. your seat was at the long table alongside the princess rhaenyra’s family, your fathers family, and your own.

the day had swiftly come to an end and everyone was confined to their chambers, or rather, they were supposed to be. it was no secret that aemond targaryen had disliked the obviousness of being without a dragon-mount. he, however, had the glorious idea of claiming vhagar as his mount. now riderless and unclaimed by someone of valyrian descent, the enormous beast had accepted aemond as hers.

this did nothing but enrage the velaryon twins. push had come to shove, and soon punches were being thrown. it was only through the intervention of the targaryen household guards and kingsguards, were the children separated. your children, unfortunately were caught in the crossfire trying to defend both aemond and rhaena. your poor children had no idea of the growing divide that grew between the children of alicent hightower and rhaenyra targaryen.

a knock had come to your chamber doors, one that interrupted the slow, passionate kisses that were exchanged between the near naked body’s of you and daemon. he pulls away from you and glares daggers toward the door.

“i thought we asked to not be disturbed?” he asks, his voice mixed with the edge of anger and annoyance.

“i’m sorry, my prince and princess, but it’s of grave urgency,” the steward responds behind the closed door, “i’m afraid it involves your children.”

the pair of you were quick to redress and make yourselves presentable. with the swing of the door and a bow of respect, you both followed the steward without another word.

that is when you met the other members of your family in the halls of hightide and you arrive before moments before rhaenyra. your children are quick to be by daemon and your side; daenys hugs you and baelon seeks refuge by daemon. a growing, red and purple welt had begun to swell on the full cheekbone of baelon. the fury that begins to grow in daemon is obvious.

you bend at the hip to the farthest your growing stomach will allow, your hands gently cupping daenys’ tear stained cheeks. her cheeks are flushed with pink and hair frays thick with sweat gather at her hairline. you feel your heart break as you feel her small body shudder.

“what happened? tell me the truth.” daemon asks gently as he kneels down to baelon’s level. the growing boy turns his head to glare at where the other children were gathered.

“aemond claimed vhagar as his mount, but baela said vhagar was hers to claim.” gods, the kids and their never ending desire to be a dragonrider. you were thankful your kids had mounts already, as your dragon myrax had laid a clutch of eggs that both hatched. “then jace and luke got involved.. then i tried to help defend aemond. it wasn’t right that they all attacked him.”

atlas, your son wasn’t a bully. a sigh leaves you and you hug your daughter tight.

then, the question comes to what would happen as a result of aemond’s eye. you release the hold from your daughter and approach the rapidly forming circle. you stand by your elder sister rhaenyra, your hand holding hers in support.

everything happens too fast. rhaenyra demands that aemond be questioned about where he learned to call her children bastards, alicent demands and eye for an eye, and soon, a knife is drawn by the queen and she makes a beeline for the crowned heir.

your eyes open wide in surprise, but you move forward quickly despite the pregnancy you bear, “no!”

again, a push comes to shove, and alicent shoves you to the side. you cry out as your body collides with the floor. somewhere along the fall, you hit your head. your children shout your name and rush to your aid, followed by their father. he kneels beside you, moving your hair from your face, eyes assessing the damage.

it’s then he notices the crimson liquid that slowly gathers then falls from your temple. your hand tenderly touches the spot and you grimace with pain.

he rises and moves to pull the queen away from rhaenyra, his eyes cold and his face hardened. the members of the kingsguard are confused as to who to protect; the king whose in the presence of a weapon, the queen who was just shoved by the rogue prince, or the named heir to the iron throne who was bleeding from her forearm. three important figures of the crown were in the crossfire.

criston cole, ever so faithful to his lady, ran to alicent’s side and stuck himself between daemon and his queen. daemon takes this as an invitation to draw his sword and the kingsguard, as well as the targaryen household soldiers, follow suit. your husband raises dark-sister and points it accusingly at alicent and her band of loyalists.

daemon wants a reason to have dark-sister meet criston coke – any reason, small or large, would’ve rid the targaryens of this rat.

“disarm him!”

the command is met with no response. no one knows who to defend, but your heart warms at daemon’s ability to single-handedly not care and care so much at the same time.

“you will not come into this hall and dishonor the very memory of laena velaryon,” he starts, voice low and thick with disdain. his lips curl back into a snarl, “and you will not bring my wife and my children into this feud.”

once his message seeps into the air; he pulls away and sheathes his sword, eyes locked onto the shocked expression that queen alicent wore, “you should remember your place, alicent. royal blood runs through our veins, you should do well to remember that you don’t have the same luxury.”

the comment causes a scoff to draw from alicent’s mouth.

daemon returns to your side and helps you to your feet. a maester comes, along with a rag and some needle in case the wound is needed stitches. he leads you away, arm wrapped around your back and the other supporting your weight as you hobble your way next to him.

“as soon as you are seen to, we and the children are leaving.”

and with a few stitches to close the wound, your face was rid of the blood that came. daemon, daenys, baelon, and yourself, packed your things and sent them home along with your household guards. the four of you, took your dragon-mounts to the sky and flew to dragonstone, where you shared the massive castle with your sister and her family.

despite warning alicent to not involve his family, you taking rhaenyra’s side and baelon’s actions in the squabble between the children had already chosen your fate and tied you to the blacks.

sooner or late, the war between the blacks and the greens would divide the targaryen family.

[auras-moonstone]

Ursula hi!! I love your work so much it’s amazing and I would love to ask if you can do Jack champion x reader where Jack and reader are going after the same scream role and it’s kinda like enemies to lovers but she ends up getting another character and the character she plays ends up having a kiss scene with Ethan and when it’s time for the kiss scene he like teases her so much Hope you have a great dayyy!💕

hiii! got so excited by this request! i love enemies to lovers (best trope in my opinion). hope you are having a great day too💖

frustrating, intoxicating, complicated — jack champion

word count: 1,723

pairing: jack champion x actress!fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack’s determination to get the part of ghostface creates a little rivalry between them. and when they find out their characters have a kissing scene, jack doesn’t hesitates to tease her.

IT WAS A KNOWING FACT THAT EVERYONE WANTED THE ROLE OF GHOSTFACE. It was the biggest honor, and Y/N didn’t just want it, she yearned it with all her heart. Her mom had introduced Y/N to the franchise when she was little, and ever since then, the love for the Scream movies was something that they shared with passion. And Y/N wanted nothing more than to make her mother proud—she had to get the role of Ghostface.

But there were two problems; one, the directors decided they won’t tell who would play Ghostface until at least half the shooting (as to avoid leakings). And the second one was Jack Champion—he was also going for that role, and he, like Y/N, was acting his ass off to get it.

This triggered a rivalry between them, which was about to get worse because the directors had just handed in the other half of the script—which contained the answered they had been waiting for: who would have the honour of playing Ghostface?

Taking a deep breath, Y/N opened the script and went straight to the end. The feeling of disappointment invaded her chest, but she understood. Her role was still a major one, at least her character doesn’t die. Though, she was not going to lie, the fact that it was Jack the one who got it irked her. She quickly shook off her resentment and went to read the rest of the script.

“No fucking way” she said aloud when she got to certain scene. The whole group looked at her, surprised by the sudden outburst.

“Don’t be sad, Y/N/N. You’re a great actress, not better than me, but still good” the annoying voice of Jack was heard “It was obvious I was going to get it”.

Y/N rolled her eyes “First of all, you’re not better than me, Champion, keep dreaming. Second, you heard the directors; it was not based on performances. And third, I wasn’t taking about the Ghostface part, turn to page 23”.

The whole group opened said page with looks of confusion. The cast—minus Jack and Y/N—exchanged smirks.

Jack’s eyes widened as he took in the words plastered on the white sheet. “Oh god”

“I know! They don’t pay me good enough for me to kiss you” Y/N said trying to repress a smile.

“Hilarious, Y/N/N” the boy rolled his eyes. “Don’t pretend you’re repulsed by me. I catch you staring sometimes, did you know that?”

Their cast mates’ eyes went back and forth between them, completely amused by the scene in front of them.

Y/N scoffed “As if” she totally did. He was just so infuriatingly pretty “My standards aren’t that low, Champion. Besides, I’m not the one who stalks your Instagram”

“Are you implying I look at your profile? You’re delusional” he totally did. She was irritatingly gorgeous.

“Don’t act oblivious with me, Jack. You accidentally liked an old picture and then unliked it. I still got the notification, genius”

Busted “Maybe I wanted to let you know how much I disliked that picture” no, he didn’t. She looked adorable with her panda pjs and with her dog on her lap.

“But you do admit that you check my instagram?” she sent him a teasing grin. Jack bit the inside of his cheeks, he should stop talking.

“Whatever makes you happy” he tried to brush it off, but he was mentally cursing himself for having been so clumsy. He had one job.

“What would make me happy would be erasing that stupid kissing scene” Y/N muttered.

“I’ve been told I’m a great kisser. I’m sure after it you are going to beg me to take you out on a date” Jack smirked, stretching his arms. He was showing off his muscles and it was completely hot irritating.

“Now who’s being delusional?” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, but when it happens I’m so going to tell you ‘I told you so’”

A WEEK LATER, WHEN Y/N ARRIVED TO THE SET, SHE WAS MET WITH JACK’S TEASING SMILE AND THE REST OF THE CAST’S EXCITEMENT. The girl scoffed at him, which only made him enjoy it more.

“My lovely Y/N, finally! I couldn’t wait to see you” Jack said energetically.

“God, don’t make this day more dreadful. Just shut up, Champion”

“Always so sweet” he pinched her cheek. “Ready for the big scene?

“Ready for it to be over already” Y/N answered.

“Don’t you think we should practice?” he asked, rounding his lips and leaning towards her.

“Careful, Champion. I have been practicing my right hook ever since I met you”

Jack laughed and raised his arms in surrender “Can’t wait for the scene either, lovely” he winked at her before finally leaving her alone.

Y/N DRAGGED HER FEET TOWARDS JACK’S FIGURE. Everyone had gathered around, all very thrilled to see the kiss.

“Ready?” the director yelled. They both nodded, Jack sent the girl one last smirk before the director yelled “Action!”.

“So, you’re a virgin, huh?” Violet asked Ethan, as they set up the table in the Carpenters’ sisters living room.

“I don’t know why I said that” Violet acted as if he was embarrassed. He was not, he had said it on purpose to build the ‘dorky, innocent virgin guy’ chararcter. “It was quite uncomfortable”.

“A bit” Violet admitted, stifling a laugh.

“It’s okay, you can laugh” Ethan said, trying not to clench his jaw. The virgin part wasn’t an act, he truly was and that’s why he was a little annoyed at her attempt to laugh.

“God, I didn’t mean to act like an asshole” she said in a apologetic tone. “I swear I’m not laughing at you being a virgin, I just thought the way you said it was very random. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know that right?”

Ethan’s demeanour was a bit more relaxed “Oh, it’s okay… can I- can I ask you if you ever had… you know” he blushed.

Violet smiled, as if saying it was alright “Only once, and it was fucking awful” she laughed. “I didn’t get to… you know, and he did”

“Oh” Ethan said, he suddenly saw red “What an asshole” he spitted in anger and disbelief. It was then he realized Violet was looking at him with wide eyes and mouth open. “Shit, sorry. I know it’s not any of my business. It just really pissed me off. You deserved better, especially for your first time”.

“It’s okay” she shrugged. “I’m past the stage of anger. It is what it is. Anyways, I have to confess I was a bit surprised by your confession”

“Yeah, right” Ethan laughed, thinking she was being sarcastic.

“No, for real” she said. Ethan inspected her face, trying to look for any sign telling him she was messing with him.

“Why? Literally no one else was surprised”

Y/N looked at Jack, the determination her chararcter was supposed to be feeling reflected in her eyes. “Because you’re attractive, Ethan” she said as if it were obvious.

Jack let the forks fall to the table, showing Ethan was taken aback by the compliment “W-what? You think I’m attractive?”

“I think you’d be surprised by the amount of girls on campus who think you’re attractive” she said with a laugh.

Ethan shook his head “No way”

“Yes, Eth. Trust me, you might think I’m talking bullshit but I’m not. Lots of girls are into shy, smart guys. Besides you’re fricking pretty”

“It doesn’t matter anyway” he said. Violet looked at him in curiosity. “There’s only one girl I’m interested in”.

“Oh, yeah? Who?” Y/N smiled, stepping in front of Jack. The back of his legs hit the edge of the table. He was much taller than Y/N, yet the one who oozed confidence was her—or her character. Or both. Because Jack had been teasing her about the kiss for days, enjoying the way she got irritated, angry and nervous, but right now, he was shaking like an earthquake. And while it was what Ethan was meant to be feeling, Jack wasn’t acting it at all.

“You” he whispered, nervousness shown by his rosy cheeks and quick breaths.

Violet smiled in satisfaction, and grabbed him by the collar of his blue polo “So is it okay if I kiss you?” Ethan looked at her astonished and nodded quickly.

Y/N pulled down from the collar with force, making their lips collide harshly. They instantly melted, and hummed in content. Jack’s arms tightly around Y/N’s lower back to keep her body pressed against his as she stood on her tip-toes. Their lips moved desperately and fast, and they became oblivious to their surroundings—the detail that they were on a set, shooting a movie, and that people were watching them, was completely forgotten.

The two had complained about the kiss ever since they found out, but it was clear to both of them that, deep down, they had been looking forward to the day of the scene. And it showed.

Jasmine—or Mindy—entered the scene, and coughed. Y/N and Jack didn’t pull away like they were supposed to. Maybe her cough wasn’t loud enough, so Jasmine tried again. Yet, nothing. She looked around to find the rest of the crew completely appalled by the scene.

It wasn’t the watchful eyes that made the two teenagers pull away, but their need for oxygen. They looked at each other in shock, and then smiled. It was a mutual understanding—none of them had faked the intensity of the kiss, it had been their own feelings making an appearance, showing how much they liked each other despite their constant arguments and teasing.

“Um, hi? We’re filming a movie? Remember?” the director said, trying not to smile. To say that everyone had been waiting for that day to come was an understatement.

“Sorry” the two blushing messes that were Jack and Y/N answered, though they weren’t sorry at all.

“It’s okay. Let’s do it again. This time, kiss like you were Violet and Ethan, not Y/N and Jack. Got it?” they both nodded.

“So, about that date I was going to beg you to have after you shocked me with your kissing skills…” she said, with a funny smile.

Jack laughed “I told you so” he teased, and then kissed her cheek “I’ll pick you up at 8”.

[darkmagyk]

Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving

In honor of his 30th Birthday, have a fic about Percy Jackson's 14th Anniversary. Check it out here on AO3.

Percy had been a morning person for a very long time. He thought it was probably something to do with being an East Coaster in his heart. And that connection between the beach and the sunrise. He and Frederick had had a conversation about that, once, about how much they both disliked watching the sun set over the ocean, knowing in their veins it should be the other way around. There was a reason neither of them lived in California anymore, after all.

He was alone in that, at least in his bedroom, however. Frederick Chase had thought that the sun should rise over the ocean, not set on it. But he didn't much want to see it, except for on very special occasions. And his daughter was the same.

Annabeth was a night owl. Because of course she was, what else would she be? A lark? He suppressed a laugh at the idea of calling her that, careful not to wake her as he rolled out of bed. She needed her beauty rest. It was a Friday, but she'd taken the day off, and he intended to let her sleep in, just like she preferred.

She deserved it. Working so hard, and all that.

He didn't ever work on Fridays. His classes were all on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and he preferred to do research at home on Mondays and Wednesdays. Sometimes, he got dragged to campus because of a departmental meeting, but he'd made it pretty clear to the chair that he saw his academic career connected to a university as a fun hobby, and if they tried to drag him a second longer away from his family that he was okay with, he'd leave it behind in a second for stay-at-home-dad-hood, or at least independent scholarship or a school that would give a classics prodigy everything he wanted. So they were pretty decent about not pushing for committees that did meet on Fridays, or when he wanted to be elsewhere. Who knew being a demigod made you such a hot commodity in the world of academia?

He had a plan though, because it was not just any Friday, it was a very special Friday. And he wanted to celebrate it like it deserved.

But he was a little surprised, when he got to the kitchen at 6:30 in the morning, to find what had been spotless when he'd gone to bed, now very much not that. There was a pile of flour on the counter nearest him, and something else on the kitchen island that might have been sugar. There was melted butter all over the cookie sheet. The sink was full of two of his stand mixer bowls, a shield--the baking kind, not the weapon kind, though that had happened once before--and the dough hook and whisk, plus two wooden spoons and two more normal mixing bowls.

“What are you doing up so early?” Junie demanded. She kept repositioning herself, trying to stand in front of the stand mixer, which is clearly going on, and shooting looks out of the corner of her eye at her little sister. The secret message being sent was apparently being understood, because Lucie was standing in front of the ovens, trying to raise her hands, presumably so Percy could not see what cooking was happening.

Behind Junie, on the counter, about a third of a bottle of blue food coloring was leaking onto the granite. He once again applauded his wife’s choice to go with the blue marble.

“I’m always up this early,” he pointed out, he glanced between them. “You aren’t, though.”

“I am,” Lucie chimed in.

“I know you are; I’m surprised you're not watching your cartoons.” Lucie, all of seven, was all Annabeth. Blonde curls and gray eyes and a warrior’s cunning. But in her sleeping habits, she was all him. That was one of his favorite things about having kids, picking out the pieces of him and Annabeth, and learning all about the awesome people they created together.

“This is more important than cartoons,” Lucie said.

“What are you doing?”

“Lucie,” Junie snapped, mouth tight.

Lucie snapped her mouth closed.

Percy looked between the two of them, going back and forth to see if either of them would crack.

They were holding up admirably well.

But though they were legacies of Athena, with all the wisdoms and battle acumen that might have afforded them, Percy had a work around.

Even wisdom had to bow to strength, sometimes. So, Percy walked up to Lucie, who looked up at him, staring at him gilessly. The eyes of a little girl who could steal from a gift shop and not even feel bad about it. He loved his kids so much.

He reached down, hooked his arms under her arms, and lifted.

The reaction was instant. She shrieked. Her kicks were not wild flailing, but rather well aimed and deliberate. Which was actually to his advantage, as it meant he could anticipate them a little bit, and tense up as he turned and set her back down.

“Shh, you don’t want to wake your mama or your sisters,” he said lightly, while he peered into the oven. He had already guessed it was a cake. He could only sort of make out the cake through the little window, in the dim yellow light. But it was clearly blue.

“Junie,” He said, not looking away from the oven, “would you please make sure the food coloring doesn’t drip on the floor?”

She gasped a little bit, and by the time he straightened back up. She was ripping a wad of paper towels from the under counter holder.

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” Lucie said.

“Well, I’ve got to make Mama her breakfast.”

“It’s your birthday, shouldn’t she make it for you?” Junie asked.

Percy raised an eyebrow, and Junie nodded, conceding his point. Annabeth Jackson was one of the most amazing people to ever have existed. She could slay monsters and fell giants and design monuments and lead armies and kiss booboos and sew historically accurate high medieval princess dresses from late Byzantium. But she could not cook.

“Right,” Junie said, and then she started nodding. “Exactly, Mama can’t cook. So, she never makes you breakfast, or special treats for your birthday, like you do for all of us.”

“So you two decided to make me a cake?”

“Yeah,” Lucie said, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Happy birthday, Daddy.”

“Thank you, Birdie.” She grinned up at him. She was missing a tooth. It was horribly adorable.

“Happy birthday, Dad,” Junie said, with much less enthusiasm.

“What’s wrong, Honey Dew?” She frowned at the childish nickname. Because his baby had just turned ten two weeks ago.

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” she said. “A special surprise.”

“It’s both,” he assured her. He kept a hold of Lucie but shuffled over to Junie, hugging her after turning off the stand mixer. The buttercream was more like sweet, blue butter at this point. But that was alright. They should probably wait until the cake had cooled before worrying about frosting. “Thank you for thinking of me.” He ruffled each of their sets of curls, and held them close. They were so grown up now. Able to wake up early and make a mess in the kitchen.

The smell of baking was filling the air, and it smelled like they’d probably done it mostly right.

“You’re welcome, Daddy,” Lucie said.

“Tell me about how you got the idea.”

“It was mine,” Junie said, her mother’s daughter, always eager for credit for her brilliant ideas. It had already cost her two schools, which was a lot for a rising fifth grader, though not quite his record. So he counted it as a win. “We’ve been having Mia teach us.”

“That was very nice of Mia,” Percy said. He really had hoped, after ten years, his mother would have gotten over her deep resentment over having a grandchild before she was forty, which had resulted in her absolute refusal to be called anything with the slightest hint of Gran in it.

Some of the skepticism must have leaked into his voice.

“I’m allowed in the kitchen unsupervised,” Junie said defensively.

“I’m pretty sure there was more to that agreement,” Percy said, chief among them being ‘the ten-year-old does not count as supervision for her little sisters.’ Though that was kind of in a gray area with Lucie, who just needed to not get distracted around heat. It wasn’t like they were worried about knives and their kids, after all. “But you’re not in trouble, baby, I promise. I am so happy you did this for me. But I am going to need help cleaning up. And then we’ll re-make some butter cream. And then you can start helping me prep the olives for Mama’s anniversary breakfast?”

At 9:30, he was something like done with breakfast. The spread of homemade cinnamon rolls, bacon, sausage, quiche, and olives were all laid out on multiple trays.

Left her to own devices, Annabeth would have liked to sleep later, but he knew she wouldn’t be. He went back into their bedroom, Junie and Lucie carrying other things, to find her sitting up in bed. Sophia in her lap and Thalassa next to her, the three of them acting out a Greek tragedy with stuffies.

“Happy Anniversary,” he said. Reminding Lucie to put the giant tray of Olives on the bedside table and Junie to set the rest of the quiche down and go get more plates so they could all eat together.

They settled in together, the six of them, sitting on the bed to eat breakfast. Their bedding was going to require a lot of washing when this was over. But that was okay, because fiber crafts were just one of Annabeth’s many talents. She was great with laundry. Everyone had cinnamon rolls, Thalassa got cream cheese icing in her hair, and Sophia sucked on a piece of bacon, while Junie and Lucie recounted their cake decorating adventure. Percy had to leave at one point to get another jar of olives. Proof, he thought, of how much he loved his girls.

When he got back, they had all shifted enough that he was able to sit right next to Annabeth. She leaned into him as Junie used the stuffed animals to explain the Allied powers' aviation strategy during World War II, because she spent a lot of time with her grandfather.

He felt Annabeth’s hand start fishing for his, and he grasped it, squeezing tightly. “Happy fourteenth anniversary.” Percy whispered, turning his head to plant a kiss on her close-cropped curls.

“Happy thirtieth birthday.” Annabeth replied.

“Best one yet.”

“You say that every year.”

“It's true every year,” Percy said, “every single birthday since my sixteenth has been getting better and better.”

“Well, I’m hoping this one can get better. I have plans, and they involve your favorite foods that I can buy from restaurants in New York City, and a Moana/Finding Nemo double feature, and my dad taking the girls for five hours after lunch.”

“Better and better, like I said.”

Something Junie had said caused Thalassa to break out into a pile of giggles. Not wanting to be left out, Sophia copied her.

Percy felt it in his heart, all of this. Happiness and love, and his perfect family.

“Happy birthday to me,” He whispered to himself before joining in the laugh.

[shantechni]

The reason I think of 2012 Donnie as being the third oldest isn't entirely because of how Raph messes with him, or his strong middle child energy that repeatedly makes itself known, or how Leo and Raph are more invested in their training than him and Mikey, or how he interacts with Mikey in a way that he doesn't with the others.

It's because of how easily he's swayed and influenced by his brothers.

Donnie is often seen as the type to ruminate extensively over what would be the right thing to do and how to do something the right way, a habit that Leo is well known for exhibiting as well. This is best exampled by when he got on Mikey's case for not properly defending against seoi nage. Even though Mikey's manner of fighting and defending are effective, it's not satisfactory to Donnie because it wasn't the proper way of doing things.

And, on Leo's end, we see it best exampled by him wanting his brothers to do things 'the right way' instead of 'their way'. It's something the two occasionally have to be reminded not to do, both to others and themselves, but getting things done in a manner that's expected of them is something they take pride in. It ties in with Donnie's ceaseless desire to be accurate about things, not because he necessarily needs to, but because he likes to be accurate and it's important to him on a personal level.

This goes hand in hand with Donnie exuding a strong sense of responsibility that not even Raph displays too often unless Leo is out of commission. We see this a lot in how he usually sticks by Leo when patrolling or surveying a situation, where as Raph and Mikey tend to hang back and fool around while counting the minutes.

Beyond that though, Donnie held Splinter's words in high regard when he told him Timothy was his responsibility, and he sided with Leo about bringing the mutated squirrels to the lair, the complete opposite of Raph and Mikey who were vehemently opposed to the idea. He worked ceaselessly to create retromutagen for Kirby and Karai, and he ran himself ragged working to find a cure for the Shredder's brain worms. There was no guarantee that he would've ever figured these out, especially after many failed attempts (and he never could create a cure for the worms), but he stuck to the tasks he assigned himself because he felt a strong responsibility to aid those he cares for and wanted to keep his word.

Just like Leo.

Of course he gets quite a bit of that from Raph as well, but it's as clear as a window recently lathered with windex that Raph had a much bigger influence on Donnie's temperament. He easily gets agitated under stress, or no stress whatsoever as we saw when he blew up over something as small as Mikey spilling popcorn on him, and he complains quite a lot or is quick to snap when things aren't going his way (yet another thing Raph does).

More than the tendency to dish out sarcastic comments and insults like it's Halloween, they're also the only ones to doubt Leo's leadership and they don't hold back one bit. Raph may be the most vocal, but Donnie exhibited leader tendencies long before the S2 finale and, like Raph, isn't fond of being told what to do if it doesn't align for him. The internal conflict in Follow the Leader was heavily instigated by Raph not wanting to fight like Leo, with Donnie all too easily falling into step with him and convincing Mikey to follow suit for a brief stint. It's moments like these that puts Donnie's desire to do things the right way on the back burner and brings forth his desire to do things his right way.

The biggest thing, or person, that made Donnie go back and forth between Leo and Raph though, was Karai.

When Donnie is first introduced to her, he immediately dislikes her for her carefree nature that puts those around her in a dangerous situation, as well as her lack of regard for anyone other than herself. And then, when Leo reveals that she's in the Foot, he has all the more reason to dislike and distrust her, something that everyone agrees on to albeit varying degrees.

Funnily enough though, when Karai tries to form an alliance with the turtles to fight the Kraang, Donnie, despite him preaching about her not being trustworthy minutes prior, sides with Mikey when Leo looks to them for an answer while Raph still remains suspicious of the situation.

Then, when Karai approaches them and claims to believe Splinter is her father, Donnie sides with Leo, despite his previous misgivings about her in The Manhattan Project Part 1. Him and Raph were the most outspoken about her upbringing and current place in their lives as a villain as they grappled with the fact that she's Splinter's daughter. But this time, he wholeheartedly believed her and trusted her to some extent, and he's as shocked as Leo and Mikey when she confesses to them. Her moment of betrayal was just enough for Donnie to go back to Raph's side and question Leo's desire to find and rescue her. The two don't want to bother with her anymore, but they still follow their leader when it's clear that Leo isn't changing his mind.

Even though I just chronicled Donnie flip flopping between Leo and Raph, I did also mention him siding with Mikey on one instance, and their long story with Karai wasn't the only one. When they get pulled into an alternate dimension reminiscent of feudal Japan with an anthropomorphic rabbit as their only guide, they have to rely on Usagi while aiding him on his journey with Kintaro, but Leo gets fed up with his leadership being undermined (as well as being thrust into trouble they didn't ask for) and orders his brothers to follow him while they find a way out of this dimension. Mikey is the first to speak up about how dangerous (and idiotic really) Leo's idea sounds since they're in unfamiliar land, and Donnie immediately says Mikey's right, showing that he also wasn't keen on traversing with no clear destination in sight. They were better off trusting Usagi.

Knowing when to trust someone isn't the only way Mikey influenced Donnie, as he also directly and indirectly encourages Donnie to think outside the box whenever he's struggling to figure something out. Of course there's the obvious one of learning how to fight without thinking, but there's also Mikey's habit of using unconventional means to reach an intended result, as well as him easily pointing out the obvious without the intricacies and convoluted mess of a situation distracting him from it.

What is arguably the most interesting influence Mikey had on Donnie was learning to give someone a second chance when they've wronged you the first time.

Mikey put this on display when Slash returned during S3 in the fight against the Kraang. Though things seemed fairly neutral towards the end of Newtralized!, Leo is immediately wary of and angry with Slash appearing before them after their last two run-ins with him, something Slash expresses guilt over and apologizes for. Leo is still antagonistic and distrusting towards him when the Mutanimals make it clear they're on the good side, but Mikey comes forth and tells his brother that everyone deserves a second chance to prove themselves, and this is Slash's second chance. Leo doesn't want to ally himself with Slash, but Mikey's insistence is enough for him to put aside their differences and prioritize Earth.

And Donnie does the same for the Fugitoid. When it's revealed that the black hole generator was his creation, the Fugitoid emphasizes as much as he can that he regrets creating the device and handing it over to beings who only wanted to abuse its power, but Leo is again the main one to doubt him, with Raph seconding him. Donnie leaps in to put out the fire, preaching exactly what Mikey stated a season ago about giving someone a second chance, and April and Mikey jump in to back the Fugitoid up. Leo is unfortunately too stubborn to heed their words, though he doesn't attempt to force anyone on his side either. Donnie had absolutely no reason to try and convince Leo other than the fact that the Fugitoid has been helping them this whole time, and was honest with them about his previous mistakes.

He didn't have to tell them the truth, but he did, and that was all Donnie needed to believe they weren't being used by the Fugitoid.

There are likely other instances of the guys pulling Donnie in a direction different from the one he'd typically choose, and Donnie occasionally exhibits similar behaviors to Mikey when the youngest turtle is convinced to say or do something he otherwise wouldn't. But, for me personally, all of this supports the idea of Donnie being the third oldest and a middle child.

[gaytventhusiast]

(!Warning!- Slight hints at domestic abuse. Nothing that isn't in canon)

(Do not read if you do not want to see a critical analysis of Jmart. Some people don't want to see their comfort ship criticised and I respect that.)

Me on my first listen of magnus (aged 15): Omg omg there are gay people this is amazing. Wahoo Jmart!

Me on my second listen of magnus: Wow Martin is lowkey a bit of a secret gaslight gatekeep girloss. ICONIC. He and Jon are murder bfs :D

Me on my third listen of magnus: Hah. Martin really is kind of a bitch sometimes.

Me on my forth listen of magnus: God Martin can be so condescending wtf. I dont really ship Jmart anymore. And did he just hit Jon wtf ?!?!

Me after my 5th listen to now (Aged 18): Yikes. Martin has so many red flags oh god.

(Disclaimer: I do think these characters and their relationship are still well written and I do not dislike anyone for shipping them. However, I do think the fanon interpretation of their relationship removes how flawed Martin actually is and people don't hold him accountable nearly enough)

(Additionally this is all not to say that Jon is exempt from poor behaviour toward Martin. The way he treats Martin in s1 was dickish to say the least. However, unlike Martin this behaviour isn't perpetuated throughout the entirety of the podcast/ relationship, with Jon quickly coming to respect Martin at a similar level to himself.)

Martin Blackwood is not a kind person.

He never holds himself accountable for anything or so few times I literally don't remember them. In MAG 194- Parting, it is Jon that makes the decision to apologise to Martin. Additionally after Martin hits Jon earlier on he is never seen apologising for it, even after Jon's honestly heartbreaking line of "Thank you for not hitting me this time".

Martin also tends to get pissy at Jon for something he cannot help. Jon cannot help 'giving statements' in season 5 and yet everytime he does, Martin acts like it's some sort of attack on him. He is perfectly allowed to have the boundary of 'Don't do that around me'. However in instances where Jon accidentally does it around Martin, Martin responds with aggression, either lashing out and shouting at Jon or as previously mentioned, hitting him. These can be explained as maybe reasonable responses to high stress situations however Martin never apologises for them as discussed previously.

This also comes in the form of Martin antagonising Jon's well meaning suggestions. In S4, during the 'Gauge your eyes out' scene, Martin immediately shoots back, making it about him rather than the desperate attempts at salvation from a man who's been broken down to all hell.

There's a clear bitterness from Martin throughout. He clearly feels inferior to Jon and is trying to gain as much control over the situation as he can which often means doing all he can to control Jon.

And Martin is right at the end of S5 when he says it took 4 years of the shit they've been through to be compatible. However, what I think is more accurate is that it took 4 years of Jon being broken down and into a state of perpetual emotional vulnerability and loss of autonomy for him to be so alone that he reached out to Martin. And vice versa, Martin (being affected by the lonely and always having had an attraction to Jon) reaches out in return later in s5. Aside from that, they've not got much in common and although I do think that they at least get along as friends and colleagues, I can't really see them consistently bonding outside of the world of the fears.

Now I'd like to clarify that this isn't all to say that the way Martin acts isn't understandable, it is. Having to care for his mother for years has lead to him mothering Jon at times as well as his constant need to prioritise himself and defend himself in response to her abuse. He probably also has some left over resentment (understandably) from the way Jon used to treat him in s1. Along with a bunch of other stuff that explains his behaviour. But that doesn't mean that the way he acts sometimes isn't harmful.

Their relationship is more nuanced than I'm able to fit into a tumblr post. I might write an essay about it at some point. If there is anything i didn't mention it's either because it's been a while and I forgot, or I did not have space to fit it!

Anyways, what do you guys think about all this? TMA is one of those shows I've been a bit apprehensive to critically analyse due to the fandom but I found that Jmart is a lot more interesting than I initially thought.

(SUMMARY: Jmart is not as healthy of a relationship as the Fanon tends to show it. Martin has a lot of red flags and the two aren't all that compatible aside from their trauma)

[squishyneet]

♥*♡ SUNLIT DAYS ∞:｡ itachi uchiha *. * ·

tw: heavy school-related trauma, emotional abuse/neglect, mentions of chronic illness

Itachi is twelve years old. It's midnight and he scrambles to finish handwriting his essay for history class. He reads it over one last time before tucking it away in his backpack to bring to school tomorrow. He sleeps peacefully knowing it's been taken care of.

_

"Itachi! Get in here!"

Itachi's heart skips a beat and he nearly stumbles as he walks into the kitchen after coming home from school.

"Yes, father?" he whispers, head low and trying to avoid eye contact.

"What's this about you not turning in an essay!?"

"I turned it in, father."

"Was it late?"

"I had written it and forgot to turn it in." That was the same lie he told the teacher when he handed it to her.

Fugaku sighs loudly. "Don't forget again." is all he says before leaving the kitchen.

"Yes, sir." Itachi mumbles, more to himself than anyone else.

_

Itachi is fifteen years old and is sitting at his desk expectantly, attempting to calm his breathing and focus on the assignments in front of him.

"Itachi!" Mikoto barged into her son's room. "Explain to me why I got an email from your teacher saying you have 40 missing assignments!?"

Itachi turns to face his mother in his seat and remains silent.

"How the hell did this happen, huh!?"

Itachi still says nothing.

Mikoto breathes heavily and runs a hand through her hair. "You are going to sit there and do every single one of them. This door is going to stay open, and you are not going to sleep until it's done!"

"Yes, ma'am . . ." Itachi mutters, angry but obedient.

_

Itachi is sixteen years old and he is sitting in his father's office, looking back and forth between the window and his handwritten notes for history. He's not allowed to work anywhere else for the time being. He's got the same song on repeat in his headphones but presses pause when he sees Sasuke walk by.

"Nii-san, what are you up to?"

Itachi looks up and pulls down his headphones. "Working, Sasuke."

"Do you wanna go get something to eat?" Sasuke asks excitedly.

"I don't have time, Sasuke."

"You used to have time . . . hngh." Sasuke leaves the office, feeling dejected.

_

Itachi is seventeen years old and he's got graph papers sprawled out on his bedroom floor as he attempts to design a house as fast as he can.

"Itachi."

"What, Shisui? I'm busy."

Shisui leans in the doorway trying to come off as approachable as possible. "I hear you've been having a hard time in school."

" . . . You're a little too late, Shisui." Itachi remarks, still staring at his paper.

"Itachi, just tell me what happened," Shisui pleads breathily.

"You know what happened, I don't do my homework."

"I mean, what did they say to you?"

"It doesn't matt-"

"It matters to me!"

Itachi sighs and releases the papers in his hand. His lip starts to quiver and his brow furrows as he stays silent.

Shisui swiftly joins him on the floor, embracing him in a hug. "Let me help you, okay?"

A single tear falls while Itachi relaxes into Shisui's body.

_

Itachi is nineteen years old and he's got himself mostly under control while he's in college.

He tries to avoid speaking with his parents and being home as much as possible, electing to spend time with Shisui and Obito instead. He's got more free time nowadays.

"How's it going, 'Tachi?" Obito nagged. "School treating you good?"

Ever since he got a new job, he's been acting like a third parent, not to Itachi's disliking.

"Yeah, school's fine," Itachi responded, gazing up at the sunlit clouds hovering above where they were waiting for their food to arrive.

"You feeling okay?"

"I haven't been feeling too well, actually," Itachi said, squinting at Obito. "I've been having some weird pains all over my body and I can't sleep. I feel tired and I can't focus during the day, too."

"You should go to the doctor. Maybe it's just a vitamin deficiency or something," Obito reassured him.

"Maybe, but I don't think I would have a deficiency."

"I know we have some relatives that have symptoms like those. Hope you're not getting sick."

"Yeah, me too."

[racefortheironthrone]

Sorry this is a silly question, but when US elections are around the corner I always see posts about like it’s either Trump or Biden and nothing else. Now I’m aware of the two-parties system, but I’ve also read there are other smaller parties as well. I guess I’m really baffled with how it always ends up with the same two people competing when the public seems generally dissatisfied with both. Aren’t they able to vote let’s say greens instead of democrats or republics? Or aren’t they able to vote for democratic leader A instead of B? (both in practice and theory). Again sorry if it’s a silly question, but I come from a country where the game is always in between 3-5 parties so I’m like ??? with America.

I mean, you've kind of answered your own question: the United States is a federal, presidential political system that uses first-past-the-post to run its elections and doesn't usually allow for electoral fusion. (With a very few exceptions.) In that context, a two-party system is the only logical method for doing electoral politics.

But even if a left-wing party or (let's be honest) it's way more likely to be a right-wing party, given that right-wing third parties have been far more successful in American political history (relatively speaking) did well in the polls and had a totally level playing field in terms of ballot access, campaign finance, etc. I still don't think people would actually prefer them to the main political parties.

Most third parties are not very popular, even among people supposedly of similar ideological views. Most supposedly left-wing third parties (cough cough Greens cough cough) are disliked by the main demographic constituencies they would need to win over in order to win elections. Likewise, lots of conservatives dislike the Libertarians because they like the idea of using the government to impose their views on their enemies, and they're not that big of a fan of a bunch of "woke capitalists" with disturbing ideas about age of consent laws. And so forth.

[felony-bunny]

More headcanons that will be in separate posts but this time about who they would choose in Mario Kart and it will be separated by dorms

(Characters are from Mario Kart 8 Deluxe)

Heartslabyul

Riddle

You’re so funny to actually think that he would play with you or little anyone else (unless someone doubts his skills and mocks him)

IF you were able to convince him his first choice just off the bat would probably be Mario because he is the main main character

Again IF you got him to play more he would honestly just end up choosing Peach after you tell him that she is basically single handily running a kingdom and is the more sensible headstrong character

He would most definitely complain about why she isn’t a Queen and is referred to as just a princess

If you really want Peach he will choose Rosalina (he doesn’t care too much)

Out of any game you would play with him this would probably be one of his favorites

Trey

Toad

What else do you want me to say

He has definitely played a ton with his siblings and every time they get attached to a new character and will only play as them he tries not to accidentally pick them

Toad was a good safety character

Not to obnoxious that he would dislike the character but not a character that everyone is flocking too

Cater said before that they kind look alike and he was so upset that he couldn’t argue with it (obviously he didn’t show that he was upset at all and took it like a little kid said his haircut was ugly)

If Jade happened to play with him he’d go with Yoshi or Koopa Troopa

Cater

Honestly he seems like a cat Peach or raccoon Mario player

I literally can’t defend why I think this way

I take back raccoon Mario

If cat Peach was taken (*cough* Idia *COUGH*) he would go for a baby princess or toadette

The only way I can think of defending this is by bringing up his hyper, cutesy persona

And also probably King Boo from time to time

Ace

First thought is Wario

Second thought is shy guy

Third thought is King Kong

Maybe Waluigi but he seems more like a Wario guy

Forth thought is Dry Bones

Bro will fight you on a character just to fight you then choose a different character

Cheats

A lot

Gets upset when he gets a power up that doesn’t mess people up

Deuce

Waluigi

Shy guy

Bowser Jr.

Dry Bones

Occasionally Wario

Don’t stray from the list

He fucking loves this game

Will win a good percentage of the time depending on the track

With some tracks he’ll win, there is no competition

Some he is so bad it’s like he’s never played before

But with most of them he’s a bit above average

He definitely played this game a lot throughout his childhood

He won’t fight you with the characters but he has to get one of his regulars

If you hit him he will get revenge one way or another

[frociaggine]

at this point I’m convinced the only reason we dislike Ianthe is because Harrow and Gideon do

[citation needed]

Look. You're not wrong. Gideon dislikes Ianthe (or did before their depression fuckbuddy era; current status unknown). But does Harrow dislike Ianthe? Does she really?

Every time they interact Harrow's POV is filtered through several distorted layers of jealous Gideon narration. It's all "you wretched fool, you willingly lay in bed with that creature," or "holy shit you kissed Ianthe on her disgusting lips," or "that vile creature simpered like the horrible being she was," and so on so forth. That's jealousy, baby. What we objectively know, factually, is:

Harrow respects Ianthe's intellect

has thought multiple times that she's beautiful (!!)

has thought about killing her a couple of times in very vivid graphic details (that's arguably third house foreplay)

made her a new arm (that's arguably third house sex)

told her to drop dead in NtN (that's Harrow speak for: good morning, Annabel)

Like. I'm not seeing dislike here exactly. Distaste, for sure, but there's a certain horny attraction in here (and a lot of squeamishness about her own horniness. Babygirl is repressed)

Anyway you're right Ianthe deserves more apologism. I'm also right and when Ianthe will call in Harrow's open favour to marry her you will see. You will all see.

[sweetpascal]

" never would have thought "

summary: having been friends for a few years, you never would have thought you'd lower your standards to fill that void in your life. no matter how many times könig has tried to prove your worth, you're too blinded.

warnings: !! ANGST !! (grab the tissues), könig tries his best, heartbreak, toxic situationships, rejection, no happy ending

wc: 2.2k

notes: i remembered about all of my horrible situationships and it somehow included könig in the thoughts ?? also, könig is NOT gonna act how you think he's gonna act. trust me. !! THIS WILL HURT !!

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

for the third time this week, you got blown off. it was confusing to say the least. you were doing everything right; not making too many jokes, being quiet when it's necessary, wearing clothes you wouldn't normally wear to keep him attracted. but it all is continuously one note. you keep giving, but have never received once. you knew how stupid you were being. you saw the red flags clear as day. the only thing that scared you if you ended whatever it was between you two is that you wouldn't find another person to fill in that lonely gap. you reread the texts back and forth, eyes swollen from the tears you've wept.

him: can't do it 2nite. reschedule ?

you: oh.. yep ! that's fine with me ! maybe tomorrow ?

him: idk y/n, i told you we'll see. i'll talk to you later 👍🏼

a fucking thumbs up emoji. you were better than a thumbs up emoji, but you didn't care. you threw your phone down and sobbed harder in your pillow. you two weren't even exclusive. it was mainly talking, the occasional hang out and hookup, and that's it. a hand rubbing your back made you cry harder.

"i'm so fucking stupid!" you wailed and pounded your fist into the mattress. you lift your head up to face your best friend who has been by your side through literally everything. könig. the quiet giant who chose you as his friend.

"don't say that, bohne," he tuts. "he's just.. immature and navigating his way through life by taking advantage of women like you."

"women like me? y-you mean gullible, stupid, lonely, sensitive, insecure women?" you sniffled and sat up in your bed. "god, it's just.. why can't i find the one person that makes me feel good about myself. like romantically and sexually and emotionally."

könig pulls his hand away and repositions himself against your headboard. it pained him that you thought of yourself as those horrid, negative words. he never saw that in you, ever. he sighs deeply through his nose and gives you a small shrug. "what i think.. and i'm saying this as your friend.. but what i think, bohne, is that you never learned how to enjoy life alone."

you squint at him. "what.. what do you mean?"

he shrugs again and plays with the ring on his middle finger. you have a matching one that you wear on your thumb. "you're so scared of being alone that you'll take whatever you can get and that's not a good mindset. you know. i know it."

what he says rings true, but it didn't feel good hearing them, especially from him. it was embarrassing having him see the texts and hear your cries. könig has met your situationship twice in a social gathering. the first time, he immediately told you of his dislike for the guy. the second time, he didn't bother to look, let alone speak to him. and if a guy friend says another guy isn't good for you, that's your cue to cut ties and believe your friend. but you didn't want to do that. there was something so invigorating about him that you couldn't pull away from.

it's been about a week since könig has witnessed your unnecessary heartache. and ever since then, you've been texting him updates between you and your situationship. you called könig one night and he hears your breathless giggles and slurring words. you had been so excited to tell him about your date. it was at a bar. you bought your own drinks. you bought your own food. and the guy invited his own friends. and for some reason, you didn't see a problem with that as long as you were within his proximity. it hurt your friend, very deeply. he knows in his heart that you didn't deserve this treatment, especially from someone you're not even dating. your priorities should've been on better things and not someone who only calls you for a quickie and a half assed hangout.

there was a knock on his front door. könig stopped doing pull-ups in his bedroom door and planted his feet onto the ground. he combed a hand through his sweaty, messy hair and fixed his backwards hat. when he opened the door, he was immediately taken aback and in awe of your appearance. you were wearing a pretty sundress - one of his favorite's actually. the color accentuated your skin tone and brought out the color of your eyes too. speaking of your eyes, they were puffy and rimmed red. when you let out a weak whimper, könig said nothing else and instead gently grabbed your wrist, pulled you inside, and gave you a bear hug as he shut the door with his foot and leaned against it.

you sobbed and wailed and gripped his shirt so tightly in your hands that he was sure you were going to cut through the fabric with your nails.

"he.. he has a girl-girlfriend now," you sobbed and shook your head, the hammering of your heart not stopping and the butterflies in the pit of your stomach never going away. "he p-posted her! on.. on his in-instagram!"

with shaking hands, you showed könig his account. and there he was, arm wrapped around a tanned blonde girl wearing a hockey jersey and jean booty shorts. the caption was simply a kissy face emoji. könig tuts and continues to hold you in his thick arms, his eyes clenching shut as you kept crying in his chest. his heart cracked every single time a whimper spilled from your lips. this needed to stop, now.

"y/n," he whispered when your crying turned into painful hiccuping and sniffles. "you.. you need to stop doing this to yourself. and doing this to me, bohne." since the situationship finally cut ties with you, he guessed now was the time to clear the air.

your brows furrowed as you stared up at him. "what do you mean? doing.. doing what to you?"

könig felt bitter. bitter at the fact that you never saw him as a person and only a form of comfort. he lets out a small scoff and drops his arms to his sides, staring down at you with heartbreak in his eyes.

"you know when we first met, the first thing that drew me to you was how strong a head you had on your shoulders. i always told myself that you could do anything. and even if you failed, you would still brush it off like it was nothing and keep going," he tells you with a grimace on his face, one that he specifically reserved for people who have done him wrong. seeing that look on his face had you feeling nervous. "and then.. verdammte hölle.. you get mixed up in these messes and i'm always the one to pick up the pieces."

you were stunned. there no words to describe what you were feeling right now. how dare he try to put the blame on you? how dare he try to make this about him?

"you are my friend, könig. my best friend. that's what best friends are supposed to do-"

he laughs. he actually laughs in your face. "supposed to do? supposed to do? i am not supposed to do anything. it is not an obligation of mine as your friend to only be seen as a person of comfort. that is not who i am, verdammt noch mal!"

one thing about könig is when he's pissed, he'll slip into german. and by the looks and sound of it, you can tell that this man in front of you has reached his breaking point. did you really cause this?

"you're.. you're the only friend i have, k! there's nobody else whose been there for me like you have!" you're starting to get pissed too. why is he so upset over something you chose to do? it shouldn't have effected him, right? why is it effecting him? what's going on?

"that's exactly it!" his voice raises an octave higher. "this is what i have told you from the beginning, ja? you couldn't stand being alone, so you felt the need to-to, what? hurt yourself even more by going out with these stücke scheiße to forget about just how lonely and sad you are?"

now that one stung. you blinked back tears and shook your head at him. "how dare you?" your voice was cold and quiet.

"how dare me?" könig lets out a humorless laugh and crosses his arms. you try to ignore the fact that the action of him doing so has increased the size of his biceps. "how dare you, y/n? you have used me for your own emotional comfort over and over without even realizing how much it has pained me. you have been so blinded from these-these sad excuses for men from really seeing what was in front of you."

your eyes widened and you swallowed down a gasp. without being told anymore details, you knew where this confession was going. you shook your head at him again and pressed your hands to your forehead. "oh, no, no, no," you whispered to yourself. "this was not supposed to happen."

könig looks away from you and instead stares at his feet. "no.. it wasn't," he replies quietly. he didn't know what else to say. here he was, heart out in the open, as vulnerable as they come. it's either a make or break type of situation. his heart grew heavy.

you really didn't want to do this right now, but there was no other choice. after all of these harsh words have been exchanged, you might as well bite the bullet. you took a step forward towards him, and then another, and soon you're standing just in his line of sight.

"könig," you whispered and laid a hand on his tense forearm. your bottom lip trembled and your eyes got all glossy with tears. "you are my best friend, but.."

"yeah.. there it is," he muttered to himself with a sad chuckle. "but you only see me as such, ja?"

there was a tense silence now between you two. könig moved away from you, letting your hand fall from his arm. you sniffled and swallowed down the pitiful whimper that threatened to leave your lips.

"you don't see it, do you?" he looks at you now, and you burn under his gaze. "with every cry, every heartbreak, every episode, i have been there. but where were you for me?"

that was the question that finally made you break. you covered your face with your hands and turned away from him. you couldn't even lie to yourself anymore. everything he had said was true. the ache in your chest only worsened at the thought of losing the one good person in your life. when you turned around again, könig was holding the front door open. you didn't even hear him do that.

"bear," you whispered brokenly, tears freely sliding down your cheeks as you stood before him again, desperate for a reaction or for him to tell you that he was just kidding. "remember me? it's your bohne?"

bear and bohne, or bean, as he loved to call you. those were your nicknames for each other due to your height and size differences. the names stuck for years and even then, you two would refer to each other as such.

könig shakes his head at you, opening the door wider when you tried touching his arm again. "no," he mutters. "you were never mine to begin with."

and that was the final crack in your heart before it shattered into a million pieces. who would have thought that your dumb decisions could cause one of the worst heartbreaks you could ever imagine? you whispered his name again, so broken and pitiful. but he didn't bother to look at you. he instead closes his eyes.

"it's time for you to go now," he tells you, his hand tightening around the knob behind the door that you couldn't see.

when you try to call his name again, he opens his eyes. and right there, you see the tears threatening to fall. the slight tremble in his lip and the way he furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw to prevent a single tear to roll down his cheek.

"bitte," he whispers.

that was a word you understood very well. in the early stages of your friendship, having learned that könig was of german heritage, you made it a point for him to teach you german words and phrases.

please, is what he said. he was begging you to leave. in all your years of knowing him, you have never heard that word come from that man's lips. he has never begged anyone to do anything, ever. so hearing him beg you to leave his apartment and essentially leave him alone for whoever knows how long tore you up. you stood in front of him in silence one last time and finally got the courage to exit. the second your feet touched the tiled ground of the hallway, the door slammed shut and locked behind you.

later that night, you saw that he had blocked your number when you tried sending him an apology text. who would have thought?

[briansastro10]

Day 2: Roommates 9 Days of Lancaster

it was Ruby's third year in college, and it has been three years since Ruby live in dormitory. One holiday, Yang decided to come and visit Ruby to see how's she's doing and find out something rather revealing to her.

Yang: YOU DID WHAT?!!!

Ruby: *Guiltily* Nothing! Why are you so mad?!!

Yang paced back and forth, her emotions swirling with a mix of concern and frustration. She felt relieved that Ruby hadn't gotten involved with the boy roommate living next door, but at the same time, anger brewed within her. Yang was frustrated that Ruby hadn't taken any initiative to get to know him or make any friends at all.

Yang: Ruby, it's been three years, and you haven't even said a word to the guy next door? You need to come out of your shell. Making friends is important, especially during college.

Ruby sulks, disliking the idea of meeting her roommate.

Yang: *Grin Slyly* Come on, Ruby! It's time to meet your mysterious neighbor. You can't hide in your shell forever!

Ruby's eyes widen with disbelief and anxiety.

Ruby: *pleadingly* Yang, please! I'm not ready for this. Can't we find another way? I don't want to embarrass myself or make things awkward.

Yang knocks on the door.

Yang: Hello!

There was no respond

Yang Knocks the door again

Yang: Hello.. Is anybody home other than my sister?

There was another second of silence. The door creaks open slightly, revealing a tall man peering out with a timid expression. He speaks softly, his voice reflecting his own shyness.

Jaune: *softly* Um, who's there?

Yang steps forward, pulling Ruby gently alongside her. She takes the lead in introducing them.

Yang: *smiling* Hi there! I'm Yang, and this is my little sister Ruby. We thought it was about time we properly introduced ourselves to our neighbor. Nice to meet you!

Ruby shyly steps forward, her cheeks turning bright red.

Ruby: *awkwardly* H-hi, I'm Ruby. Nice to meet you.

Jaune's shy demeanor matches Ruby's, and he offers a small smile in return.

Jaune: *Waved Awkwardly* Hi…

The conversation then died.

Yang: So!… What's your name?

Jaune: *His face flushed up* O-Oh I… I'm Jaune Arc. Nice to meet you both.

Ruby shyly murmurs her own introduction, her face turning bright red. She struggles to find something to say, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

Ruby: *whispering* H-Hi, I'm Ruby. It's… nice to meet you, Jaune.

They were both flustered and their anxiety are noticeable.

Jaune:*Awkwardly* Hi...

Ruby: Hi....

The awkward silence hangs in the air again as both Ruby and Jaune stand there, sweating unsure of what to say next. Yang, growing increasingly frustrated.

Yang: *In her head* Face palming and hitting herself to an imaginary wall Forget intention, These two are hopeless!!

[tokusaatsus]

HI HI POOKIE CONGRATS ON 300!!!!! U DESERVE ALL THAT N MORE MWAH MWAH (wipes tear... they age so fast)

aside from that im here for the event aswell >:) Q R W with natsume leo and tsukasa if i may request !!!! if you dont feel up to it feel free to change the characters or ignore! congrats once again <3

SAKASAKI NATSUMI, SUOU TSUKASA & TSUKINAGA LEO + Q, R, W

warnings: mild mentions of guilt/unhealthy coping mechanisms (leo)

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Despite Natsume’s lax personality, he’s actually quite good at remembering things. Though he may act like it slips his mind, he will never mention it ever but he’s trained himself to memorise all those important dates–like your anniversaries, birthdays, etc. He might not be as good at recalling everything about you, but he does his very best to at least keep the things that he or you deem important in mind. Your favourite food, your favourite colour, your likes and dislikes–and so on and so forth. Though it may not seem like it, he hoards all the information you tell him, treasuring every part of you that you share with him, because it comes from you. 

The minute you say something, rest assured that Tsukasa is noting it down–mentally, if not physically. A compendium of notes in a small booklet that he carries around everywhere, containing nearly everything you’ve ever told him about yourself. He takes care to memorise as much as he can–and it’s enough that, if tested, he can rattle off a rapid list of information pertaining to you. It’s cute, honestly. This is his first time being in a relationship, and Tsukasa doesn’t want you to ever feel underappreciated. He cares for you, truly, and he does his best to show it to you by paying attention. And if you remember things about him, you’re guaranteed to make him smile and blush.

When it comes to this, Leo’s funny because his brain is almost always on overdrive. He’s constantly thinking about something or the other, composing countless melodies in his head, that anything he’s told goes in one ear and out the other. Oh, sure, he tries to pay attention but, well–it’s hard. However, that’s not to say that Leo doesn’t remember anything about you, he does. It’s just… Leo’s the kind of person who doesn’t know your favourite colour, but knows the name of your third-grade teacher. He knows all your obscure knowledge. It’s endearing, really, when you think that he at least made an effort to learn about you–even if he still doesn’t know your favourite colour.

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Natsume’s favourite moment is when you confessed to him. You were so cute, stuttering slightly as you told him, I like you! It had made his heart skip a beat, watching your eyes dart here and there, as though you couldn’t bear to meet his gaze–like you were afraid of rejection. But how could Natsume ever say no to you? The way you smiled tentatively as he accepted, replying to your declaration of love with a confession of his own, is something he’ll never forget. A memory that is always circling in his thoughts. Of course, it definitely helps that he got to kiss you afterwards–got to taste your chapstick and hear you giggle against his mouth.

Leo’s favourite moment is any moment when you’re paying attention to him. He likes resting his head in your lap, like a spoiled cat, while you pet his hair as he rambles to you about his day or vice versa. Just being able to spend time with you is calming to him, soothing the nervous energy that circulates through his blood, like he’s just taken a shot of espresso. When you look at him, he feels seen. He knows you’re a busy person, but that only makes it all the more special when you take time out of your schedule to be with him. Staying with you, no matter where in the world you are, is something Leo feels he could do forever and never get tired.

Tsukasa’s favourite moment is when he gets to shed the pretenses and simply be himself with you. There’s no specific scenario, to be honest. He just likes spending time with you–not as the Leader of Knights or the Suou Heir, but just… Tsukasa. Your Tsukasa. And he thinks he might like that part of him best. The one that gets to hold your hand, that gets to go on dates with you, that gets to kiss you…! Any time that he’s with you is important to him, is special to him. As long as he’s with you, he’s content. He’s happy to do anything, so long as it’s you who’s next to him as he does it. Being with you is one of the pleasures of Tsukasa’s life–one that he wouldn’t trade for anything.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

Natsume wouldn’t necessarily feel incomplete without you. He’d feel a little empty, sure, but it’s not like it’s something time won’t fix. He’s not the kind of person to give love too much importance, so he’d be more calm about it. He’d miss you, definitely, but he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. If you ever break up, it’d take him a while to get over it, but he’d manage in the end. Natsume would try to treat you the same, and not act like there are any problems that stem from his lingering feelings, but he’d be good at putting them aside if he deems it necessary. He’d force himself not to think too much about it, only allowing himself to indulge in nostalgia when he’s feeling especially down.

For Leo, who’s the kind of person to love unconditionally and passionately and with wild abandon, he’d feel hollow. Not incomplete per se, but something similar. He’d blame himself at first–for not being good enough, for not convincing you to stay, for all those things–and he’d self-isolate. From you especially. Keeping away from the thing that hurt him, hiding himself away as much as possible. Being around you reminds him too much of how things used to be, which is a constant ache now, and Leo is a master of not dealing with things healthily. He’d probably just keep avoiding you for as long as possible, not giving any chance for either you or him to talk your issues out.

Tsukasa would feel guilty. His first relationship crumbling? And so easily? Was it…was it something he did? Not incomplete, but he’d feel awful. A sick sort of feeling, a persistent ache that won’t go away, that won’t leave him alone. Heartbreak, Narukami-senpai would tell him, a wise look on her face and Tsukasa thinks, oh. Maybe his heart is breaking…? Interactions with you after that would be awkward, because he isn’t quite sure how to treat you, other than not like a lover and not like a stranger, leading to a strange mix of overly-familiar and overly-distanced. He wants to ask you why, but he doesn’t want to ruin this carefully crafted equilibrium, so he just stays silent.

notes!

WC: 1.1k words

reze txt HI NATSUME TYSM <3 ILY ILY SM OMG !?!??! ofc u can request babyyyy i hope u enjoy ur skrunklies !! here they are !! at long last !! tysm again and mwah mwah <33

[lady-daydream]

Our Life; Beginnings & Always Headcannons/Imagines: Winter Adventures

Cole Holden:

Cove dislikes winter with a passion only matched to how much a cat dislikes water. As much as he tried when he was younger to do the things he liked ocean-wise during the colder months, as you would expect, surfing and swimming in the ocean during winter leads to an inevitable cold- multiple times. To the point where even Cliff tried to sway him by offering to go to a swimming pool instead.

Later, when Cove was old enough, and after facing his own issues with water skiing. He ended up helping Cliff’s business, in the few cases where he needed help with lessons and being an instructor. Cove was able to help do lessons in the colder weather and temperature. Cliff always ends up taking them to get warm drink after at a café, but Cove always gets a cold drink regardless.

What also added to show Cove’s apparent hatred of winter, is that unless someone forces a jumper or outer layer onto him, he will not wear a coat. This has led to M/C and friends creating a game to see who can get a coat onto him first. Surprisingly Elizabeth has the record - since she was surprisingly quiet when she wanted to be. And since Cove spent so much time around M/C, as well as being stronger than she looked. She would just wrap a coat around him and hold it onto him until he promised to wear it.

In general, winter ends up being the season Cove stays indoors unless he needs to adventure outside for school, work, visiting M/C, or going out to get food. Though if people invite him to things winter-centric, such as snowball fights, snowman making, sledding, or similar, he will go out , due to the importance of interacting with people he cares about. He won’t do it himself without prompt however.

Cliff doesn’t mind the winter, and he is the reason Cove’s fingers haven’t fallen off from not dressing for the elements since they both have pretty good temperature resistance, both dealing with the cold and heat stroke. Kyra however, hates winter. This is the reason why she likes to stay in Nevada since that is where winter is ‘bearable’ in her terms. And since Cove’s birthday falls at the start of the winter season it is the rare time when Cove and his Dad will both travel up. Though this means M/C normally can’t spend time with Cove, they normally end up re-celebrating it when he is back, or later on when they both have phones, they end up calling on the day.

Cove does like Christmas though. Liking the Christmas dinner his dad would make as well as a glass of his dads homemade Eggnog( later on, changed to the ‘original recipe’ when Cove could drink). Every couple of years, if M/C parents aren’t travelling to see further family, they end up having a shared Christmas. Which he always enjoys.

Another interesting thing that becomes more apparent during the Christmas season is that Cove is an excellent gift giver. And without asking normally ended up getting an interesting and loved gift for the gift receiver, despite never asking or telling Cove. But he doesn’t like making cards or homemade gifts, With Cliff having the fond memory of being called by the school one evening because when Cove was given his third card creating class during the final month before the winter break, Cove ended up refusing. So, after an awkward back and forth with his teacher after school, an even more awkward drive back, and finally stepping inside their house, Cove turned around handing a Christmas card to his dad before running to his room. Though poorly made as you would expect from a child, Cliff still has it years later.

But as much as Cove likes Christmas, he doesn’t like Christmas music. Never has. He hates how catchy and repetitive they are and how similar they all sound, once even using a guitar in his school’s music room to prove it. Even though he had only played guitar once or twice beforehand. This hatred increased when he started to work since it was the same song – over and over. This didn’t stop M/C and Terri once changing both their contact ringtones to last Christmas by Mariah Carey on his phone.

Most people can tell when it’s becoming spring since Cove’s mood increases substantially, and the poppies start to grow again, which he will always tell M/C when they first bloom.

Derek Suarez:

Though Summer is his favourite season, he also doesn’t really hate Winter either.  

As a child he loved summer break. He got a nice moment of freedom to do what he wanted or needed to do. Practice, get reading done. He normally got most of his homework done first week so he could spend the rest of it hanging with Cove and M/C or practicing.

Winter break wasn’t quite the same, but still held strong that idea being able to get stuff he wanted to do done. Plus, as a kid he loved Christmas. He can always be caught humming Christmas songs that his mum and him would put on around the house, and the smell of cinnamon, cloves, and ginger with a hint of chocolate always clung to him and it would always make him smile when he would catch a smell of Christmas on his clothes days after.

He always ended up helping Nicolas up to reach top spots while decorating a Christmas tree, and a few time M/C would get to visit around the holidays they would note the number of candles around the house. Derek always finding the soft glow of them comforting. However due to the fact that the youngest Suarez might try and reach for an open flame, Mr & Mrs Suarez found a solution of battery powered candles, which one year the whole family marked with marker with their own names, with extended family adding their own. Derek always helped tidy up once the holiday was finished but liked looking at the different handwriting of all his different uncles, aunts , grandparents, and cousins.

He would also watch Christmas movies while his parents would sew felt poinsettias. He asked why fabric instead of just buying them,  which his parents reminded him that his Abuelos where sensitive to pollen and flowers, so they made them for them to take when they travel back home, so they make new ones every year, much to his dad’s dismay since he ended up pricking his fingers a lot. Due to this Derek is rather skilled at sewing which he found useful when he went off and travelled while doing sports since he would end up wearing and tearing his clothes a lot.

He always helped cook Christmas dinner as well, even though when he was younger his parents would reduce his input to him being the spoon holder. But later on, he would sometimes become second head. He also is a pro at after Christmas leftover meals. Turkey curry, sandwiches, stews, rice dishes. You name it, he has a leftover recipe.

He also found out the truth about Christmas around 12. His parents trying there hardest not to let on. However, thinking his younger brothers were sneaking out of their rooms to try and open there presents early and went to go stop them. He kept the secret and later on he would help on the night.

As Derek grew up and found himself travelling a lot and being away from his family, he found winter became a lot less fun. He hated training during the cold weather. And found himself always tired because of the early nights and it getting dark. He missed his family. He would always think of home and what he was missing when that nostalgic smell of cinnamon, cloves, ginger, and chocolate would randomly pop up as we went on his weekly shop. And if he couldn’t get home, he would always call as long as he could. He also got himself a set of fairy lights which he would hang in his dorm around Christmas to remind him of the candles he would have around at home.

It also doesn’t matter how old he got. He has a title of best snowball champion. And he holds that title still. Every time it snows, the whole family finds themselves adventuring out and beginning their snowball wall. Derek also has memories of creating a snowman family which would accidently being gunned doen by a stray snowball by Mr Suarez and Jorge.

He always would send M/C and their family Christmas cards as well as call to say happy Christmas. He did try to send them gifts but because of the distance between conversations and the uncertainty of where he would find himself. He never got around to sending them. Which he felt guilty for.

After the 10-year mark of their promise, and M/C starting to date Derek. He was quick and happy to get them to join into this happy winter traditions. Happily building snowmen with them and drinking hot chocolate every so often throwing marshmallows at each other. And even finding out M/C betraying him by hiding a snowball by offering a kiss only to get a snowball in return. And he was always happy, though extremely bashful, about offering to hold M/C hand to warm their hands up.

Derek knew his family loved M/C, but it truly hit when he was spending the holiday with his parents and after spending the day with his siblings, he returned to find M/C and his mother sewing felt poinsettias to have in the middle of the table of Christmas day, turning to smile at him as he opened to door holding a plastered hand holding a flower.

Baxter Ward:

As much as Baxter has many an outfit fitting for a peaceful sunny day. Personally, he prefers the cooler weather.

He loves the aesthetic of the colder seasons. Though he mostly keeps his hair trimmed and sorted, sometimes he lets it grow out a little around winter. He is also a creature of bundles and layers. Trench coats, jumpers, cardigans. If it’s cosy. He likes it. He also likes collecting pins and badges to attach to the outer layers.

Furthermore, if he is dating M/C, he has a soft spot for matching graphic jumpers, as well as drinking a warm drink bundled together under a blanket while its cold outside. Though, even though he has a wardrobe of fancy warm clothes, he doesn’t own a Christmas jumper. He has always wanted one but because of his relationship with his family, and his habit of retracting from situations, he never made a friendship group strong or long enough to gain one.  If M/C found themselves in a relationship, Baxter would end up gifted a Christmas jumper from M/C and their family. He wears it with pride ever year after even though other people would consider it ‘tacky’.

Baxter also loves to bake, especially Christmas baking. And though his cooking only covers the basics, somehow, he can work magic a create the tastiest cookies, cakes, puddings and more. He makes beautiful and detailed sugar cookies. Plus, he loves Christmas fruitcake, and is happy to eat it for others that dislike it. This baking prowess meant the later on when he ended up befriending Xavier, he sometimes helps with the Christmas rush, icing sugar cookies and Christmas shaped icing decorations after seeing they were stressed late into the night with spiced apple drinks and left-over baking scraps to fuel the work and conversation. This resulted in Xavier keeping Baxter’s business card always on the front counter, and Baxter doing the same with their bakery. They always find a weekend every now and then to share recipes and ideas.

Around the winter seasons Baxter also tries to be as environmentally friendly and socially conscious as possible depending on what he can give at the time. He will try to thrift and second handing as much as he can. When M/C asked if there was a particular reason, he just shrugged and commented on how he’s offsetting as best he can how much he orders online. However, every single year without fail since he was 16, he has done volunteering work.

He loves winter dates. All of them. If M/C wants to do anything relativity festive – he’s already at the door with supplies and enthusiasm to match. Wanna build a snowman? He has a scarf and hat ready. Wanna go ice-skating? He has already looked up where the nearest one and is  happy to show off a little to make M/C laugh. Wanna go get a Christmas tree? He’s happy to spend the day decorating and redecorating until its perfect for both him and M/C’s liking. If M/C have known and dated him for a few years, as a gift he may end up getting personalised ornaments for their Christmas tree.

Another important part of Baxter’s winters is new year. Before he gained a little independence, there was never a certainty of what would happen. It rarely happened at his house and normally finding himself at a celebration party with his parents, counting down while watching the fireworks. As he got older, Baxter normally ended up alone, just enjoying his own company, window shopping online or binge watching a tv show or movie someone had recommended to him. He didn’t mind also covering for people of New Year when he started working, it gives him an excuse to decline his families party invitations and he got to see the fireworks normally from his work office.

He also has the habit of starting New Year’s revolutions . He knows he won’t keep all of them he has successfully kept two. He knows how to sew and how to do basic embroidery and will trying to read at least one book a month. He did try to learn to plant and grow. It didn’t end well.

However, if he is dating M/C, he always tries to take the night off to spend it with them. Trying, despite the hecticness of the holidays to sort a of date, consisting of a dinner or view. He knows if there was a time he would propose to M/C it would be on  whenever they consider is their New Years.

[rosietrace]

The High Priestess

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“By all means, take a bite, and become part of a paradise one can never imagine.”

— The High Priestess

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General Information

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Full Name — Eden Lilith Miran

↳ Eden: A name of Hebrew origin, meaning ‘paradise’ or ‘place of pleasure’. In the Bible, the Garden of Eden is the first home of Adam and Eve.

↳ Lilith: A name coming from the Akkadian word Lilîtu, meaning "belonging to the night," the feminine form of a word meaning "demon" or "spirit." In Mesopotamian mythology, Lilith was the first wife of Adam who was ultimately banished from the Garden of Eden for her disobedience.

↳ Miran(美夢): A name of Japanese origin. ‘美’ means ‘reality, truth’. And 夢, meaning ‘dream, vision, illusion’.

Japanese Ver. — エデン リリス 美夢

Romaji Ver. — Eden Ririsu Miran

Tarot Card: The High Priestess

Age: 22 (Biologically)

V/A(日本語): Shiraishi Haruka(白石晴香)

↳ Voices Aponia from Honkai Impact the 3rd

V/A(英語/EN): Deneen Melody

↳ Voices Sandrone, the Marionette from Genshin Impact

Species: ‘Human’, Seraphim

Height: 178 cm

Hair color: Green

Eye Color: Magenta

Tarot Rank: Third

Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her

Dominant Hand: Right

Sexuality: Demiromantic, asexual

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Extra Information

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Homeland: Unspecified

Dormitory: Etteilla(Former)

Class: [ Redacted ]

School Year: [ Redacted ]

『 Family: …. 』

Best class(es): Dance, prophecy, practical magic

Worst class(es): Ancient languages, ancient artifacts, religious practices

Club: None

Likes: Calin, dancing, playing with fire, spending time with Enya and Albert, mocking the Gods, burning down temples, flower crowns, violence, long conversations, being allowed to ramble

Dislikes: The Gods, her eyes, Vasilios, her Seraphim form in general, the War, being restricted to do what she pleases, wilted flowers, her feather-like ‘ears’, falling from grace

Hobbies: Dancing, playing with fire(figuratively and literally), long walks/conversations, practical magic, prophecy, making flower crowns

Talent(s): Practical magic, advanced perception of sight, manipulation/sweet-talking, gaining trust/support

Flaw(s): Harsh, unusually violent, obsessive, compulsive, manipulative, insecure over her appearance, absentminded, aggressive at certain points, blunt

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Personality

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Eden is a puzzling individual. She often confuses those around her in a variety of ways. From the way she acts, to how she speaks, even from the way she looks at someone.

Eden is — by the accounts of others — an enigma. A seemingly untouchable, sweet-hearted, but conundrum-inducing enigma.

It is obvious from first interacting with Eden that she's…. Nice. A bit too nice.

There's nothing necessarily wrong with her kindness, but she's often a bit too trustworthy. Too easy to befriend, too easy to trust, and too easy to tell one's secrets to.

And that, in itself, is a problem — especially when putting Eden's manipulative nature into consideration. She could just as easily ruin your life and leave it, just as easily as she entered your life by bringing endearingly heartfelt words at you.

That isn't to say Eden is an entirely bad person. There are times when her kindness comes from a genuine interest in the person she's interacting with, and she's rather keen on following her philosophy of; ‘Treat people the way they treat you’.

……. Or, at least tries to.

Sometimes, people just frustrate Eden in ways she'll never be able to put into words. And when that happens, aggression — one born from burning passion — is set forth.

She is as obsessive as she is blunt and compulsive. If she wants something, she's going to do everything in her power to ensure she gets it.

Eden isn't below playing with fire. It's her favorite thing to do.

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Abilities

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Throne of God (神の玉座)

✑ Allows the user to manipulate a large crowd of people into doing their bidding for a certain amount of time. Said user can also use this ability to ensure that said people will swear loyalty to them for as long as they wish.

The burning ones (燃えるもの)

✑ Allows the user to create up to six rings of fire of varying sizes and to do with them as they, please. Users are unable to use this ability indefinitely if they are fatally injured, as the flames of the rings severely affect their hearts — regardless if the user is immortal or not.

Oculi Seraphim(オキュリ・セラフィム)

✑ Eden can transform into a Seraphim if she's amassed a great amount of energy.

✑ Wings are spread out from her back, six of them in total. A loose cloth is used to cover her body, and the one hundred and one eyes on her body will soon become animate and are capable of blinking and looking around. Eyes will also form on certain parts of Eden's wings, allowing her to see greater distances from different perspectives.

✑ While using this form, Eden is unable to use her three main eyes. By opening them, she unleashes a divine light that destroys anything in its path — which also greatly reduces Eden's energy in the process.

✑ Those with divine power, and those blessed by those of divine power are able to withstand the treacherous destruction of the light.

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「 ♛ 」 The Mistress' Thoughts on Them

“Eden is peculiar, yet kind-hearted. Her hatred of divine beings perplexes me, though I know better than to question why that is the case. If you ask me, it is best not to get in her way, lest you wish to fall from grace the way she once did.”

— Mistress Alliette, about Eden Miran

「 【♢】 Their thoughts on Mistress Alliette and fellow Arcana 」

“The gall of her family to have not seen such potential, hah…. Our mistress Alliette is most wonderful, isn't she? Isn't she? She's shown great kindness to me and the rest of Etteilla at large, and I cannot be any more grateful than I already am for her hospitality.”

— Mistress Alliette, The Queen

“The Fool prefers to be called [ REDACTED ] in the modern age, now. It makes me wonder quite a number of things if you ask me. Why change one's name? Why take the form of someone from a world so similar, yet different from our own? Quite an enigma, they are.”

— the Fool

“I cannot help but feel grateful for Professor Oberon's hospitality towards me. On that day, the day I fell…. He saved me when I needed saving most.”

— Oberon Alaric, the Magician

“Aisha is someone I've known for quite some time. We met during our days in Scepter Hall, and oh was she quite stubborn back then. Still is, that woman. Heh… How I wish Callisto would just propose to her, already.”

— Aisha Dione, the Empress

“..... I shan't say a word. B-But…. I suppose he is rather…..”

— Calin, Strength

“Oh, those who speak ill of Enya shouldn't nary a peep! She's quite fun to talk to, actually! We both share an interest of…. Certain topics, and she even allows me to take full reign of the conversation from time to time! I find no problem with her casual vocabulary. In fact, it's a breath of fresh air when compared to my fellow Arcana.”

— Enya Bellona, the Chariot

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Additional Information

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✑ Main Theme: 4:00 AM by Taeko Ohnuki

✑ Backstory: 『 Oculi Seraphim 』

✑ OC Playlist: 『 The High Priestess 』

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『 Strange, there's nothing to be found... 』

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Appearance

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Eden's Tags

#eden miran • #🕊️ — the high priestess • #『 eden 🕊️ 』

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[bi-bi-bi-buckley]

I remember when I was 8, in the fourth grade, reading the Lightening Thief for English class. I remember learning I had ADHD during this time, and instead of hating myself, for seeing myself as different and wrong, instead I was excited! I had something in common with Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase! I could be a demigod! I remember doubling my efforts to be more like Annabeth- wearing my hair in a ponytail everyday, changing my style to be t-shirt and ripped jeans with tennis shoes so I could look like her.

I remember reading a Tumblr post when I was in middle school, of a couple of PJO fans fantasizing about a Percy Jackson show, where each episode was a chapter and each season s book. I remember loving the idea but knowing not to get my hopes up. Percy Jackson was popular, but I knew it wasn't popular enough to garner a TV show. It was no where near on the level of Harry Potter or Star Wars.

And now, as a sophomore in college I am sitting down, watching the show I had accepted to never happen. It's a strange feeling. To see these characters and these places in a way I have never seen before.

I want to like the show. I really, really do. I want to watch it and pretend I'm entering this world for the first time again, like I did all those years ago. But I can't.

My opinion on the show has nothing to do with the actors chosen. In fact my favorite parts are brought on by these actors. It is just hard, knowing The Lightening Thief nearly by heart, and not recognizing what I am watching. I know some of it comes down to how I imagined it when I was 8 and to how Uncle Rick imagined it, but with at least the first episode I was a little disappointed. It felt like I was watching something completely different, not the first chapter of The Lightning Thief.

By now I have watched the second and third episode and my opinion has whiplashed back and forth from dislike to an alright sort of view of it. I will say, the humor is there. I have been cackling as I watched each episode and I like that. That's something that is so important to Uncle Rick's works. To Percy flossing as he unknowingly waits for Clarisse to Percy saying "she met a pinecone's fate". So my opinion on the show is: undecided. I am not sure if I am a fan yet but I have enjoyed some scenes.

I want to make it clear I went into this more excited than for anything else. Percy Jackson, the world of demi gods and Camp Half-blood, have more importance to who I am than anything else, and it pains me more than words can describe that I am not enjoying this show. I really am truly trying to enjoy watching it, and it pains me that I am not.