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bomboncito0 · 5 months

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Yandere Twisted Wonderland x F!Reader

Prologue to upcoming chapters. Feel free to request, but nothing too extreme. Yet. Also english is not my first language sorry for errors.

☆World of the wicked☆

[-F Reader]

This is the prologue to upcoming chapters as they go on it will get disturbing and settling.

This is a yandere story.

Warning swearing⚠️

Is this what you get?

For being so miserable..?

Remembering how a few hours ago you were planning on running away from your home you could not stand your parents who were always making you feel miserable any way they could.

You'd run away from home hoping to live peacefully, but that didn't work out, did it?

Then out of nowhere you were in a coffin that you out punched the fuck out of holding your bag in your other hand the next thing you knew a cat blowing fire out of his mouth and running around causing chaos.

"I didn't take no damn edible...!" I said, looking down into the pocket of my hoodie. All there was gum and a pocket kife.

And my lighter oh yeah and my backpack filled with all my stuff.

After all that bullshit they kicked the cat out. I felt bad for the little devil because he wanted to attend the 'college'.

Then Crowley immediately tried to send me back home after everyone was told to fuck off.

But the stupid ass mirror was acting dumb.

"What do you mean you don't know where [Address Name] is!?" I said, looking at the stupid mirror as it just gave me a dead look.

"Oh dear!" Crowley said.

I was in the world of the wicked.

Since the headmaster was so generous he allowed me to stay in ramshackle dorm that looked like a fucking crack den.

Then the cat came back and told me not to snitch on him.

"I ain't no snitch!" I said looking at 'grim' as I grabbed the broom and cleaned this poor dorm that had been abandoned in a long ass time.

"Good, you better!" Grim was cut off by Crowley holding a fancy bag. "I've brought some food -"

Then he made Grim burn his ghost form or something shit idk.

★☆★

Crowley assigned us to be janitor some shit.

After this, I was gonna hit the library and look for books if we have time.

"This garden janitor type shit jobs sucks balls," I said, raking the leaves. Grim wasn't doing shit. All he did was sit his ass down.

"Dude, really?" I said, looking at him.

I stopped as I heard Leafs crunching on the ground, so I turned tf around so fast I almost made grim go flying into the pile of leaves.

"Woah, what the hell, human!?" Grim said as he lost his balance. I scooped him up.

"Woah! We didn't mean to startle you, dude!" Dude 1 says shocked.

"But ace you said we wouldn't startle him!" Dude 2 says.

They think I'm a dude.

Well, I am wearing a baseball cat with my hair in a lower bun and wearing the very baggy coveralls with some boots.

"Can I help yall?" I asked looking at both of them examining them.

"Jeez, what with the passive aggressiveness?? We're only saying Hi!" Ace said, looking at you with attitude.

"Ok. What's good?" I said as I shook Ace's hand tightly then I turned to Deuce and did the same.

?? They looked dumbfounded.

"What's with the look? Yall wanted to say, "Hi,so I say what's good, " I said, looking at them.

"That's one way to say it" Deuce said laughing nervously but I wasn't laughing so he shut up.

"One of you smells good," I said as a strawberry and rose sweet scent hit my nose.

"It's not me. I forgot to put my cologne on this morning, probably Deuce." Ace said.

"No, I forgot actually -"

"Why aren't both of you in class?"

They both froze as they turned around it was a shorter dude.

"Oh! Housewarden...!!" Ace said nervously.

...

"Mind awnsering my question hm?" Riddle said sternly.

"I bothered them. I asked them for directions to the cafeteria, and I'm new to this job," I said, looking at the red head who looked at me.

"Is that so? Very well then, " He said as he looked at both ace and deuce.

"Do not let it happen again or I shall have your head's next time" He said with a smirk.

...

As he walked away."What a pain in the ass!" Ace said, annoyed."Hey, if you gonna talk shit say it to his face!" I said."No way, dude!" Ace said."That's what I thought, dude," I said, folding up the latter."Ha, he doesn't have the guts!" Grim said."Oi shut -" Grim threw the brush into Ace's mouth."Ew, dude, there's bird shit on the brush." I said disgusted.

★♡☆

Ace and deuce were cool, but yeah, I'm now helping crowley sort out his papers since I guess his dumbass left the window open, and his papers flew everywhere.

"I've been thinking (y/n) why don't I let you attend school here, hm?" He says out of the blue.

"Are you crazy!? I'm a girl! I can't keep up with snobby privileged dudes. Also, how am i supposed to throw hands!?" I said, panicking.

"Why I did think of that? perhaps a potion to help you smell like a man will do. I'm sure nobody will pick on you! I saw you made friends with those two freshmen from heartslabyul!" The headmaster said as he clapped his hands together.

What?

"I have a uniform that is big enough to cover your feminine body. Why, of course, aren't I just generous!" He said.

What kind of fucking drugs is he on!?

"Yes! You both shall start tomorrow, but you will get some privileges, but no special treatment, got that?" Crowley said.

Grim said something.

But I'm confused and lost....?

What the fuck??

"Here is your school uniform!" Crowley handed it to me as I stupidly took it.

"Wait, what?" I said, looking at him confused.

"Now off you go, you want to get enough rest for tomorrow. Do you now?" The headmaster said, pushing us out.

"No, I said -"

"Wonderful, I shall see you tomorrow!"

He shut the door in my face.

"Yoohoo! I can't wait!" Grim said smugly.

Fuck ain't this some shit.

★First Day Of School★

I forced myself to get up. I looked around the dark room and up at the windows.

It was around 5 since the headmaster gave me a phone he talked about no magicam but I could not give 2 fucks about social media after school I'll hit the library and look for a way to go home.

I looked at the school uniform it looked uncomfortable, so I decided to slip my pj's underneath and some cozy socks with my black air force ones.

Since I have my bag and it fits all of my stuff because I made it all fit.

It was baggy, but it was okay. All I needed was a blet, so I grabbed my belt and adjusted it.

"Wake up, grim!" I said.

"Ughhh!" Grim whined as he rubbed his eyes.

Well shit I just need to do my hair he never said anything about baseball caps or Bandana , but I just tied my hair up and drank that liquid crowley told me to drink.

Yeah, I look like I don't belong here.

I stood out the air forces made me taller and the pants I creased them last night so also the jacket and black vest and button up the bow tie was shaped differently from everyone else's cuz crowley aint got no more ties.

Well shit this shit will do.

And no fuck them gloves I ain't no fancy pants.

I closed the door to the room as I saw grim eating cereal with water.

"Ya know, we got honey buns, right?" I told him.

"Huhh? We do? Well, I don't mind eating anything! But toss me one!" Grim said," So I did.

I forgot I told Ace and Deuce as I heard a knock at the door. I rushed to open the door. "Yall can come in!" I said, looking at them.

"Jeez, this place looks big! And it's neat!" Ace said as he looked around.

"Ya should've seen how it looked when I arrived," I said.

"Must of been a pain to clean up," Deuce commented.

"Okay, I'm done!" Grim said, looking at us.

"Let's get going now or we'll be late!" Deuce said.

"Ya," I said nervously.

Hell was just about to start...

We had our first class with Professor trein as Ace was already yawning, but Deuce was asking questions. I was just confused as if the grim was doodling.

Is this like the history back home?

Also, extra sugar coated and lies?

I listened to the lecture and wrote some notes down even though they were boring.

"Did you take notes (fake/name)?" Deuce asked.

"Yeah, a couple," I said, carrying these stupid books.

"Ugh, I got a basketball meeting during class!" Ace said, annoyed.

"Sounds lame" Grim said as he munched on a honey bun.

"Oh! (F/n) Did the headmaster ever tell you about the Dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders?" Deuce asked.

"Tf is that?" I said, confused asf.

"Woah, he didn't tell you!?" Ace said.

"Nope," I said, confused.

"You know that red-haired guy that was talking to us yesterday that's Riddle Rosehearts Our Housewarden-"

"I don't really care," I said, looking around.

"WHAT!?" Deuce said.

"Dude, how careless are you?? Ya know if you mess up in front of one of them, your toast!" Ace said.

"I don't care. I didn't give 2 shits about the student body at my old school," I said.

"I could care less too!" Grim said.

"Oh yeah, just a heads up, Vargas mixed the class up, so half of us will have class with the 3rd year's," Ace said.

Well shit fuck.

"Let's go to Crewel's classroom," Deuce said as we both headed inside.

"Also be careful the 2nd year's are in here doing some lab," Deuce said.

"Sounds boring," Grim said.

Deuce was showing us how to make a potion that helps you relax.

"And all you got to do is stir!" Deuce said," So I did. It looked like crystal.

"Smells horrible!" Grim said disgusted.

"Heyyyyy~ Deuce and uhhh?"

"Hey Cater! This is grim, and that's (f/n)!" Deuce says.

...

"Nice too, meet you both. I'm Cater Diamond, a third year, but you can call me Cay Cay~!" He winked at me.

Ew wtf.

"If you're a third year, what are you doing in here?" Grim asked.

"I had to stay to make up a potion!" Cater said cheerfully.

I paid no interest and went back to crushed flowers that Deuce asked me to do.

"How about a selfie~?" Cater said, pulling out his phone.

"No," I say sternly.

"Huh? Why not? It'll be fun!" Cater said as he got closer to you.

Dude wtf get tf back.

I moved away towards Deuce."Uh Cater (f/n) doesn't like that sort of stuff," deuce."Talk about boringggg"Cater said, looking at you with a frown."Boring? For not wanting to have our privacy leaked? Grow up, ain't everyone like you!" I said as looked him dead in the eyes's. Deuce looks at me."Deuce, your friends seem to like making enemies," Cater said.

"Oh! (F/n) doesn't mean it he's just not used to our world. Cut him some slack cater!" Deuce said, looking at you.

But you went back to crushing flowers.

"Alrighty I gotta go anyway"Cater said leaving.

"You need to really be careful. Everyone around here is... not like in your world (f/n)."

"In my world we bashed motherfuckers brains out for talking shit if we didn't like some asshole we settled it out in the streets or they get their brains blown out" I said looking at him.

Ew, I sound like them wannabe edgy people.

"Woah, that's uh too violent." Deuce said, looking at you confused.

"But you cannot do that here!" Deuce said scolding you.

"And I'm sure you don't have the guts to do that!" Deuce said scolding you even more to the point 2 other freshman turned around to look at both of you.

"Humans! Quit fighting do you not see we are trying to finish our lab!" The tall one shouted

"So please quit down over," the short one said.

"Freedom of speech and why yall being nosey nobody was talkin' to both of you," I said, looking at them.

!!!

☆★☆

Throughout the day (f/n) was almost jumped by some assholes from Savanaclaw and then some dude named Azul was saying some sketchy shit to grim so you took him away and well physical education made you snap.

"What do you mean we can't be together?" I asked Vargas, who was looking at us with a big smile.

"(F/n) I need you with that group over there!" Vargas says.

? "And for you, grim!" Vargas said.

I walked over there forcefully my legs were giving up on me I just wanted to go to the library and try to get out of this hell hole.

We started to play everyone was already mean asf.

Volleyball that's what we were playing it they were hitting it too fucking high I got nervous as I noticed some asshole looking at as he served it towards me.

I hit that shit so hard my hand ached it hurt so much.

Luckily Deuce was in my team but ace was running.

"You got this (f/n)!" Deuce said, looking at me.

"You too!" I said these 3rd years got no chill.

"Um Deuce do you know these guys" I asked as I turned to whisper at him.

"And you didn't want to know about the dorm leaders or vice dorm leaders?" Deuce said.

"What?" I said.

"Okay, well, that's Leona kingscholar, the dorm leader of Savanaclaw," He said as I stared at him he was bickering with a blue haired dude and a blonde with purple highlights.

"Next to him is Idia Shroud, the dorm leader of- watch out!" Deuce yelled as the volleyball goes flying as it slams into the fucking grass making a hole in the process.

A dude with horns had severed the volleyball, and the students in our team crouched in fear as the ball missed me as Deuce moved me out the way.

"Are you okay!?" Deuce said.

"Yeah thanks to you what's with those motherfuckers are they trying smoke us??" I said annoyed as I looked at the horned dude and a dude with a baseball cap was fangirling over him.

"Merveilleux!" He shouted and clapped as the blonde with purple highlights behind him looked at him annoyed, and so did Leona.

"We're not playing anymore!" Our teammates said as they ran off like as if they were rat's stealing cheese.

Me and Deuce looked at each other.

So I grabbed the volleyball.

"Ya wanna serve?"

"You want to stay..?" Deuce asked.

"I'm not scared of nobody," I said.

He nodded as I passed him the ball, and he served, but it was immediately served back, so I jumped and threw that shit back, and then they hit it back, but they hit Deuce in the face.

"Oh shit!" I said as I looked at Deuce.

"I'm okay!" He said, trying to hide his anger??

"Hey! What's your problem!" I said, trying not to swear.

"It's not worth it (f/n)!" Deuce said sternly.

They were looking at us as if they did nothing the fucking audacity.

"Yea, I'm talking to yall. Why you trying to kill us!!!" I said pissed.

"Dude, come on!" Deuce said.

"These privileged ass motherfuckers think its okay to beat on us!" I said annoyed.

"You're half their size! You can't fight them they'll kill you!" Deuce warned you but headed over there with attitude.

"Hey! (F/n)!" Ace said, running towards you.

"What's the matter herbivore cat got yer tongue?" Leona said smugly.

"I'm still taking! You snobs trying to kill us!!" I said, looking at them pissed asf.

Ace then drags you away forcefully.

"Dude, not cool. Those guys will mess you up," Ace warned.

"Do not give a fuck!"I said annoyed.

☆★☆

"What's with the tough guy act (f/n)? You can't do that around here!" Deuce scolded.

"I don't care how rich or strong they are I'm not scared of nobody!" I said angerly.

"You should chill out I'm serious you have no magic those dudes can seriously mess you up!" Ace said.

"Maybe a drink will cheer you up!" Deuce said.

"Yeah!" Grim said. "I'll get em I started this shit might as well cool off!" I said, getting up from the bench.

"Are you sure -""Yea," I headed off to find the vending machine.

"Why if it isn't the Trickster!"

???

I turned around and saw the assholes from earlier.

"Fufu~" Is this who you are talking about Malleus?"

...

"Tch, it's just the herbivore," Leona said pissed off. "What kind of shitty names are those??" I said, looking at them as I noticed a vending machine far behind them.

"My! Do you run your mouth all the time?"

"No." I said.

"Hmph, you lie as well potato"

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

"Um ya know, I could make you guys mad another day, but possibly tomorrow, but I need to get to that vending machine, and your fat assess is blocking the way." I said, looking up at them. I think someone dropped something.

"What did you say!?"

"How ill mannered!"

"Hmph!"

"Why look at yourself!"

"Oh my!"

I couldn't help it. I was laughing like it was the funniest shit I've ever heard. "Yall funny!" I said, laughing my ass off. I can't breathe! I've never seen anybody react like that. Usually, it would end up in a fist fight or hair pulling type shit.

I then turned around and headed off to another vending machine.

☆♡☆

"What took you so long?" Grim pouted."I was laughing at the assholes from earlier!" I said laughing."What!?" Deuce says."You really wanna get in a fight with those dudes!" Ace said.

"No, they talked to me first !" I said.

☆☆☆

I headed off to the library with grim who was complaining about how the other students were being assholes to him."They think they all that," I said as we headed inside it was empty asf, bro."We got the place to ourselves!" Grim said. "I guess," I said.

I looked around for books while grim looked around.

"Tf is this shit I don't understand any of this shit," I said, confused as I looked through the books.The only book I found was 'Is it possible to travel to another dimension?' The library was too big and it was getting dark.

"Let's go, grim, we gotta make dinner," I said."Finally! I'm starvin!" Grim said.

How long will you be stuck in the villain's world?

This wicked world...

It was going to be a month since your arrival and well things....just keep getting worse...

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #bomboncito0

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uefb · 1 year

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The Most Vicious Creatures on the Planet, Ch1 (link)

Summary: Newt became aware of his idiosyncrasies in fits and starts. Eventually, he would divide his life into Before he learned humans were vicious, and After. But accepting he could be just as vicious as anyone else was a lesson it hurt to learn. (Focuses on social awakening, boundaries and relationships, and the compromises we make as we grow into a world not always built for us.)

EXCERPT

“I just — I just don’t like St. Mungo’s very much,” he managed around that tight pressure in his throat. “Or hospitals generally. Hate them, actually.”

“Oh, Newt,” Madam Breit sighed, and she patted his hexed hand and gestured at him to sit back on the bed instead of hunching over the hard worktable. “I know you do... But I’m afraid you’re going to have to get used to them if you keep on like this. Between the creature fixation, your absolute recklessness on the pitch, and all these issues with —”

She paused and seemed to bite her tongue, and then concluded uselessly:

“Well.”

Newt felt her studying him hard then, and when he glanced up he knew enough about faces and human-specific behaviours to understand she was not sure precisely how to proceed…

“Madam Breit,” he finally said, “l know I’m odd.” She seemed to deflate in relief that he’d saved her from actually saying it. “I know that people don’t always like things that are - are different. And it’s okay, you know. I’m okay with it.”

She looked like she was about to sit down on the bed beside him and say something soothing, so Newt was very glad when she caught herself halfway through her movements, and didn’t.

“But you shouldn’t have to be, child,” she said instead in a sad voice, and Newt immediately shrugged, lifted the hand fused to his notebook to cradle it against his chest. She spelled the compress he’d finally abandoned to float alongside his face. “You shouldn’t have to be okay with it.”

“I think it’s just the social behaviour of humans.” He pulled his knees up toward him and watched a shadow on the far wall. “I think there’s something about - about human adolescence maybe — in particular — that elevates the need for - for social cohesion within groups.”

Madam Breit was folding several small squares of paper into birds as he spoke, and then she’d tapped them with her wand to bring them to life and sent them away with messages to the headmaster and professors.

“So I—” Newt was saying. “I think maybe I do have to. Have to be okay with it, that is. Because I think, maybe — at a species level — this is a fairly typical experience…. One that’s probably - Well, it’s probably actually evolutionarily protective.”

He let his eyes drift away to the window again, where the thin cirrus clouds had cleared, and its frame was filled instead with the brilliant, boundless blue of a cold autumn sky.

“The exclusionary behaviour is protective, I mean to say. And then the - the corrective action, for those who stray from the pack… It teaches the lone member a lesson, and it reinforces the expectations to everyone else. Which I’d imagine, really, is an incredibly effective tactic.”

(After all, by the time Newt had gotten over his surprise enough to trip up the Slytherin boys with enlivened roots and a well-directed gale of wind—by the time Leta had set to screaming at her housemates—an impressively large number of students had already gathered: a corrective action turned immediately to group reinforcement.) x

#my stuff #fic: the most vicious creatures on the planet #newt scamander #leta lestrange #Theseus Scamander #Albus Dumbledore #autistic newt Scamander #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts fanfic #1910-1926

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spiralcass · 1 year

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NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES - SEASON 1, EPISODE 4

We open on Sofia, nervous and panicking, as Julian is helping her learn to fly more than a few feet above the ground. He’s patient with her and does have sound advice, but he still teases her, which, even with her anxiety, Sofia can’t help but return.

On the ground below, Brian, Cessily, Sooraya, and Laura are watching. Or, rather, Cessily and Sooraya are watching, while Brian and Laura are on their phones. Cessily asks Sooraya if she’d maybe want help with her flying too. Sooraya answers that she doesn’t think she can learn anything from Julian, but she does have Storm helping her. Brian meanwhile is antsy because the group, sans Sofia, is supposed to go see a movie soon.

LAURA: “It’s not happening.”

Laura pockets her phone and starts walking off without another word, Cessily looking back at her with concern, when she picks up on a scent. She pulls out her claws and shouts for the group to run, getting their attention, but she’s cut off by a soft, but powerful voice.

“Please don’t be so dramatic.”

Polaris descends down from the sky.

LORNA: “You wouldn’t last two seconds.”

Lorna asks if one of the kids could be so kind as to escort her to their headmasters. She has a message from Magneto.

In Scott’s office, Polaris meets with him, Jean, and Emma. She’s an old friend of Scott and Jean’s, but the two don’t completely trust her because of how she’s thrown in with her father and been acting as his right hand. They support the Mutant nation he rules over, Genosha, but that doesn’t mean the past is completely in the past with Magneto.

Lorna says this can be a good opportunity for them to work on that, as Magneto wants all three of them to come to Genosha to discuss current affairs.

LORNA: “He’s particularly interested in speaking with you, Scott. He’s curious how your intentions may differ from Xavier’s.”

SCOTT: “They don’t.”

They agree to come, but Scott wants the whole team present, just in case, and has Storm, Kitty, and James notified as they walk out into the hall. Just then, Cessily pops out, along with not-so into this Laura and Sooraya, revealed to have been eavesdropping, and asks if they can come too. When the teachers say no, she appeals to Polaris, saying she’s always wanted to visit Genosha. Sighing and electing to avoid the fight, with Lorna glaring at him, Scott says they can come.

LAURA: “I’m confused, Cessily. You resent being a Mutant. Why would you want to visit Genosha?”

CESSILY: “I don’t, but YOU need a girls day, and this beats just going into town.”

On the Blackbird, Kitty and James talk. James isn’t a fan of Genosha at all. He got an invite a while back, but turned it down; it just seemed like one big, pretty reservation to him. Kitty has a different perspective on it, as she got the invitation too.

KITTY: “Not sure there’s a Mutant alive Magneto didn’t manage to reach.”

But while she turned it down, her dad took it, and she sees no issues with it. Genosha isn’t a place to force all Mutants to live and abandon their individuality. It isn’t even a place just for Mutants. It’s a place for anyone who wants to live in peace.

JAMES: LAUGHS. “If you buy into the propaganda that much, why did you say no?”

KITTY: “Funny enough, same reason as you. I didn’t want to leave home.”

As the Blackbird lands, we see various shots of Genosha. Made nearly entirely of metal, it’s a metropolitan paradise, with not a homeless or hungry person in sight, smiles and power-based street performers on every corner, and vendors giving out goods and food with no sign of commerce.

Cessily and Sooraya are in complete awe of Genosha’s beauty, while Laura is put off by the fact that nothing smells like anything. Even the people smell the same.

One of Magneto’s other children, and lieutenants, Quicksilver, arrives, saying that’s what happens when they hand out the same shampoo and soap to all citizens.

In contrast to their friendly relationship with Lorna, Scott and Jean are much more cold and distant toward Pietro, who’s only ever caused problems. Emma, however, gets along with him splendidly, the two perfectly catty together.

KITTY: “I’ll be dogged. Someone who likes Emma.”

STORM: “Given his other sister, we shouldn’t discount the involvement of sorcery.”

The girls are given permission to explore, and Kitty heads off to see her dad, with Storm electing to come with her, while Pietro leads the other four X-Men to Magneto’s castle.

As the X-Men walk through Magneto’s enormous home, Pietro questions Emma, wondering what the Hell she’s doing with the X-Men. Apparently, after her last school closed down, Magneto offered Emma a position here with status equal to himself and Polaris, but she turned him down, as Pietro puts it, “to keep being a school marm”.

EMMA: “Magneto’s offer was very generous, but teaching is where my heart lies. We all have our parts to play.”

The X-Men are brought to Magneto’s throneroom, Erik sat on his throne, where Pietro speeds across to join Lorna at his side.

They await Magneto to greet them, but that isn’t how he begins the conversation.

MAGNETO: “Summers. You have walked your team into a fortress where I am god, and a nation where I am something greater. What would you do if this had turned out to be a trap?”

While the others are calm, James’ hand is on his knife, ready to fight. Scott remains stonefaced for a second, before smirking.

SCOTT: “I dunno, Erik. Take you down like I’ve been doing since I was 16?”

The two men stare each other down, before sharing a laugh. Erik gets off his chair and, much more casually, invites them all to come eat. They shouldn’t discuss important matters on an empty stomach.

On the streets below, Cessily is excitedly running around eating all the free food, getting all the free stuff, and watching as many street performers as she can, loudly cheering them on. She has MISSED getting to go out freely like this.

Sooraya meanwhile takes a more calm approach to exploring the city, though she does still try most of the food that meets her dietary restrictions. Laura is uninterested in eating anything, since it's all just artificial chemicals.

Sooraya asks what she’d like to do for fun other than go around and eat, and Laura isn’t sure.

LAURA: “I don’t have fun.”

Cessily’s sure that can’t be true, and asks a vendor where the best place on Genosha to go for three cool teenage girls is. They’re pointed to a spa, which excites Cessily, who used to go to those with her cheer squad all the time, but mildly terrifies Sooraya and Laura.

We cut to the interior of a basic, but comfortable Genoshan apartment, where a middle-aged man is reading a book. There’s a knock on the door. He calls out that he’s not in the mood for any “Human Joshing” today.

Kitty and Storm proceed to phase through the door, the former reminding the man that knocking is really just a courtesy for her.

The man leaps up, and Kitty runs into his arms, the former revealed to be her dad, Carmen, both ecstatic to see each other. They run through many of the standard check-in questions, until Storm coughs.

KITTY: “Oh, right. Sorry. You remember Storm, right Daddy?”

CARMEN: “Of course! There aren’t many teachers who keep looking after their students after graduation!”

STORM: “Please, Mr. Pryde. You know Kitty is much more than just a student to me.”

Kitty is embarrassed, making her dad and “mom” laugh. Carmen invites them to come sit in the other room so they can catch up, saying he’s been saving up some of the better meal packets they get for whenever Kitty came to visit.

As he walks out, Kitty and Storm take note of the various framed pictures on the shelves. There are some from Kitty’s childhood with her parents, some from her teen years with X-Men, New Mutants, or Excalibur, displaying her in a variety of terrible costumes, but ALL of them feature her.

The two smile at the pictures, reminded of old times, with Storm resting a hand on Kitty’s shoulder.

KITTY: “You think the kids would ever take me seriously again if they saw me in some of these.”

STORM: “Oh, Kitty. No.”

Kitty sticks her tongue out at Storm.

On their way to the dining room, Erik interacts with the other headmasters, treating Jean as a respected equal, asking Emma if she’s had any second thoughts. Arriving in the dining room, James notices Erik staring at him.

JAMES, BITINGLY: “Something the matter, *your highness*?”

MAGNETO: “Oh, no. Apologies, Warpath. I’m aware that Storm and Katharine make up the rest of this team. Next to everyone else, you seem like an outlier.”

Before James can get more angry, Erik clarifies that he’s in no position to judge. Not with who he’s let into his inner circle.

JAMES: “And who’s that?”

Erik smiles. “The man behind the meal we’re about to have. And an old friend of yours.”

Roberto Da Costa bursts out onto the scene, accompanied by a plethora of waiters bringing out their meal, welcoming the X-Men as he describes the intricate, multi-course meal he’s put together, and telling them to prepare their taste buds to be stunned.

JEAN: “You brought Sunspot into your inner circle?”

JAMES: “Sunspot learned to COOK?!”

Roberto gives a more personal, and yet far more obnoxious welcome to his old friend James, while the others look to Erik for an explanation.

ERIK: “What can I say? He was one of my students during my time running your school, he came to Genosha wanting a fresh start after going bankrupt, and, well, he makes a shockingly decent kugel. I promise he’s smarter than he seems.”

The headmasters don’t appear convinced.

Back with the girls, they’re at a Genoshan spa, and Cessily is trying to get her friends into the mood, but Sooraya is nervous, and Laura is completely disinterested. Cessily continues to hype up how fun this will be, but when the employees start on them, Sooraya almost immediately becomes uncomfortable, and Laura goes feral, kicking away the woman working on her and running away, claws out. Sooraya, who’s gotten the woman working on her to stop, asks if they should go after her, but Cessily’s just disappointed. She tried. And she’s gonna enjoy this before they go get her. Just then, Cessily starts freaking out from a strange sensation, her metal body reacting to the treatment differently than her fleshy body ever did, with it proving anything but soothing. The realization that this is yet another part of her old life she can’t enjoy anymore causes her to start freaking out.

In Carmen’s house, he’s sitting around the kitchen table with Kitty and Storm, eating what look like slightly higher quality ready-made meals. Carmen knows it’s not great, but it’s what Genosha can mass produce; the vendors usually have fresh stuff, but they run out quickly. The girls say it’s fine.

Kitty makes sure her dad is happy here, and he really is. It’s nice, as a human, he’s only a reserve member of the army so he doesn’t need to train too often, and he enjoys helping out whoever he can.

But Carmen doesn’t want to talk about himself. He wants to know what Kitty’s doing. She’s teaching now, right?

Kitty says that’s right, teaching Kindergarten specifically, but she’s also back with the X-Men; the rest of the team is actually here on business.

Carmen clearly takes issue with this, which Kitty digs into. Her dad’s proud of her for being a hero, but when she left home at 13, he never imagined this would just be her life forever. Kitty insists it's her responsibility, and besides, she’s a Mutant, a computer genius, a ninja, and she’d been to at least a dozen other worlds, both alien and mystical by the time she finished high school; settling down with a normal life isn’t an option for her.

Mr. Pryde gets that, he does, but she can’t exactly blame a man for being worried about his daughter spending her entire life fighting and putting herself in the line of fire. Like many adult children do around their parents, Kitty slips back into acting more like a bratty teenager, shouting that it doesn’t matter what he’s worried about, that it’s her life, that he could never even begin to understand what she’s been through or what life as a Mutant is like, and reminding him that he only has this comfortable life here because of *her*.

Storm tries to get her to calm down, sure her dad didn’t mean any offense, but Kitty storms out anyway.

As the X-Men enjoy Roberto’s cooking, Scott requests that they get down to business, with Erik happy to oblige.

Magneto explains that there are nearly 20 million Mutants on Earth at this moment, with the vast majority, 16 million, living on Genosha. 5 years ago, Mutants numbered less than 1000. With the rate at which new Mutants are discovering their identities, and the accompanying rate at which Magneto’s scientists expect evolution to take its course and humans slowly stop being born, he estimates that in less than a century, Mutants will make up the majority of the population, and within two centuries, Mutants will be the sole inhabitants of Earth, claiming it in full as is their birthright. This is why, now more than ever, it’s important that they, as Mutantkind’s leaders, be able to cooperate. It is up to them to shepherd their people into the future, with himself protecting and ruling over the majority, while the X-Men teach their children and hunt down active threats - like the Purifiers.

Scott sighs, apologizing for Stryker still being out there. The team’s had some growing pains. Failure won’t happen again. Erik’s sure it won’t. Charles trusted Scott, and so does he. He just hopes in time, that trust will be reciprocated.

Jean tries to tell Erik it's not that they don’t trust him, but…

ERIK: “History is history. I understand completely.”

James is just glad Magneto isn’t talking about speeding up the process or anything, but Erik assures him he’s learned his lesson there. Trying to dominate the Earth instead of waiting to inherit it will only ever divide Mutantkind.

Just then, everyone but Roberto and James begins getting sick, before they pass out. With those two being the only ones who weren’t eating, James assumes Roberto poisoned them all.

James grabs Roberto by the collar, wondering what’s going on and what kind of plot by Magneto this is. Roberto points out that 1) Magneto and his kids went down with everyone else, and 2) If he’d poisoned everyone, they’d be rushing to the bathroom, not passed out. Not that he’d ever defile his cooking that way. James questions then why he wasn’t eating, to which Roberto says it’s simply not appropriate for a chef to eat in front of those he’s serving. It’s about respect.

ROBERTO: “Not that I’d expect a Hellion to understand respect.”

James smashes Roberto into the floor, with Roberto powering up for the first time to protect himself.

James says he should count himself lucky; they need to focus on figuring out what’s going on.

Over with Laura, she’s sitting at the pier, staring out at the ocean, breathing heavily.

LAURA: “Sofia lied. Breathing doesn’t make me feel better.”

Cessily and Sooraya find her. Laura tells them to go away, with Cessily apologizing for getting her into something uncomfortable, saying she doesn’t really know what her deal is. That was also part of why she wanted this girls day; she wanted to get to know her better. Laura says there’s no point. They aren’t actually friends. She’ll pass time with them until she’s allowed to join the X-Men, but she has no reason to be friends with a shallow cheerleader. Cessily, hurt by that comment, shouts back at Laura that she’s just a goth girl who thinks she’s “too cool for school” when if she was actually ready to be an X-Man, she’d be one.

CESSILY: “And you don’t know the first thing about ME, either!”

Laura proceeds to accurately breakdown Cessily’s personality, an estimate of her past, and a breakdown of all her insecurities, reducing her to tears. Sooraya gets between them, telling Laura to stop, immediately.

SOORAYA: “Fine. You DO apparently know us. Why not TELL us about yourself so we’re all on the same page then?”

Laura mocks that hearing wouldn’t help them understand. Cessily wipes away her tears and tells her to try them.

In the castle, Roberto and James investigate the kitchen staff.

ROBERTO: “I’m not mad at any of you. I’m just extremely disappointed in one of you who’s probably going to jail forever.”

They let them know that no one’s been hurt, but someone knocked out their party, and they need to know what’s going on. They don’t have any immediate leads, but James is a master of body language reading, so if any of them are lying, Roberto assures them they will be caught in the lie.

This goes on for a bit…before Roberto gets kicked back, one of the chefs transforming back into their natural form of Mystique just to smirk at him as she runs off. As the two pursue, James has to give Roberto props: lying about him having some magic body reading power was clever, with Roberto complimenting him in turn on selling the bit.

Back at the pier, Laura has finished telling her story, leaving the others in shock.

LAURA: “Do you see what I meant? You could never understand what I’ve been through. What I am. So why don’t you just leave me alone?”

Cessily and Sooraya proceed to hug her, telling her how sorry they are. No, they can’t understand. But they can see how horrible it was, and tell her none of it was her fault. They want to support her anyway they can.

Laura is awkward about this act of kindness, not having expected this at all, and thanks them, also apologizing to Cessily for how she was treating her. Cessily forgives her, and admits she just really wanted to act normal, but that’s not what any of them are now. But maybe that’s fine. Cause for as much as she may not want to be a Mutant? She can’t deny how nice it was today not being stared at or insulted for her appearance once. If that’s the future, she can wait for it.

Laura smiles a crack and says they should try something like this again sometime. Cessily thinks that’s a great idea…and asks if she’s gonna tell them about her obvious crush on Julian. Laura is confused by that question.

LAURA: “I…don’t like boys.”

CESSILY: “Oh. Wow. I was way off. And wait, you mean…?” *SQUEALS AND HUGS*? “I have a queer Mutant friend!”

Both of them look at Sooraya nervously, who sighs and shakes her head.

SOORAYA: “Religious, not bigoted.”

The three share a laugh together.

James and Roberto attempt to chase Mystique down through Genosha. They each get close at one point, but Mystique gets the best of them each with a transformation. James is stopped by the sight of Thunderbird, while Roberto is utterly horrified by the sight of a young blonde girl with bangs.

Because of their mutual failures, Mystique gets away. Even still Roberto tells James not to beat himself up. If he couldn’t stop her, no one could.

JAMES, angrily walking off: “The others could have.”

Carmen sits in his bedroom, lights off, with his hands buried in his face, beating himself up for what he said. Storm enters, having been concerned about him.

She sits down with him, and Carmen explains that he knows he can never fully understand her; they live in different worlds. But every time he turns on the news, he gets a glimpse into hers, and it's terrifying. But he would never ask her to follow any path other than her own, and he’s angry at himself for giving the impression otherwise.

He hates asking this, but he questions Storm if the X-Men really *need* her? Everything else aside, is being one of them really her “responsibility”?

Storm begins her answer by saying that the X-Men, Mutants, and the entire world itself would not still exist today if not for Kitty. But he knows this already. As far as the current team goes, Cyclops brought her in to help manage internal friction. They’ll see how that goes. But neither of these are why they need her. The battle they fight isn’t an easy one, and it isn’t always a simple one. Often, hard choices need to be made. But whatever ideas any of the rest of them have, they can always count on Kitty to remind them who they are, and what lines they cannot cross. She is the best of them. She is their heart.

STORM: “It is not her responsibility to be an X-Man. It is the X-Men’s responsibility to not let her down.”

Inside the wall, we see Kitty’s inside there, tearing up with a smile as she hears this. Still focusing on her, we hear her dad say that hearing that from the woman who knows her better than anyone makes him more proud than if she’d saved the world a million times. This isn’t the life he wanted for her, and he’ll never stop worrying about her, but he couldn’t be more proud of her.

Kitty runs out of the wall and tearfully hugs her mom and dad. Carmen momentarily starts chastising her for eavesdropping, but he quickly stops, and the two hug her back.

KITTY: “I’ll never let you down. I promise.”

STORM: “We know.”

Later, with everyone conscious and seemingly unharmed, they’re frustrated that Mystique is still working against her own people, but more so curious what this was about. Emma has a thought. Her and Jean’s minds, even while asleep normally, are fiercely protected. If someone wanted to extract information from their minds, knocking them out first would be the way to do it. In all likelihood, she was working for a telepath. Magneto has work to do, but he trusts the X-Men to get to the bottom of things, shaking Scott’s hand goodbye.

As the X-Men and kids load onto the Blackbird, they’re surprised to find Roberto waiting for them.

ROBERTO: “Mystique insulted the memory of someone she really shouldn’t have. I’m helping you all take her, and whoever hired her, down. The kugels can wait.”

With Kitty pushing to allow it, clearly hurt by whatever Mystique did as well, and James admitting he WAS pretty good, along with the pain and drive in Roberto’s eyes Scott can identify well, he allows him to become the final member of the team.

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forgwater · 2 years

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How they ended up at the Heartslabyul Apartments

warning: I'm here to brainrot not to be completely historically accurate. None of this is planned so I'm writing this as it comes to me.

Victorian AU

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle's been planning his escape for months now.

He got admitted to medical school like his mother wanted, as well as expected and he's got all of the necessary learning materials he will need to become an attorney.

He'll do both. He will succeed in college like he's always done, so his mother won't suspect a thing. And study for the law exams on his own. Riddle's already talked with the headmaster and they'll let him take the exams without having to attend classes.

A small victory, considering he will still have to pay for his enrollment in law school. He'll just have to pay it in installments... at least his board and food expenses will be covered by his parents.

"You should rent at the Heartslabyul Apartments." is what they told him. And as much as he didn't want to listen to the figure, they has a point. Adequate rent, a respectable neighborhood and is far enough that his mother won't visit... quite perfect. There even is a stable where he can keep Vorpal.

And so, Riddle set out to embark on what is to become his new life.

Trey Clover

Business at the bakery has started to slow down lately, now that his family has opened a few more stores with more employees, Trey no longer has to do most of the work.

Maybe he should find a hobby and maybe he should start attending more social gatherings for people his own age.

Che'nya always gets on his case about it, so he might as well indulge his childhood friend... even though things seem to get awry when the purple-haired man is involved.

At least Trey gets a good laugh out of his friends antics, as long as he doesn't get dragged into trouble and has to suffer the consequences himself, that is.

It just so happens that at one of these events he met the person that sent him to the Heartslabyul Apartments. Why did he follow the advice of some stranger? Trey's not so sure himself, maybe he was feeling a little bit adventurous and moving out seemed like the perfect thing.

Cater Diamond

Be at the beck and call of your sisters, don't forget to study and to attend those gatherings for the upper class. Well... some parties won't do any harm, right? I mean you gotta have some fun too!

Cater's life is fast paced like no other and he doesn't plan to slow down any time soon. Especially not after he's got the newest photo camera model on the market.

This much easier to take on the go model has enabled Cater to leave the house for longer periods of time and with much more frequency.

He's attending all the trending gatherings and parties. He's learning all the gossip straight from the source; and not only has Cater rubbed shoulders with important figures, he's also in league with the reporters!

The person he met with to trade some new information even told him of this new place called the Heartslabyul Apartments that will give him a fast route to whenever he'll want to go.

Heh, living almost in the middle of the city doesn't sound bad at all.

Deuce Spade

Saving money isn't easy and Deuce knows this. He's been trying so hard just so he and his mother could move to a safer place.

Deuce is hardworking and he sticks with what he knows. Physical labor. It's hard work, but it's honest and it won't get in into trouble, like his past endeavors did.

So when one of his delivery jobs send him to a seemingly abandoned green house, he is visibly confused. Did he get the wrong address? But the receipt says this exact one. Oh, no. Did he make a mistake?

His worries are quickly dashed away as a figure opens the glass door. Dressed in all black, the stranger thanks him for the delivery and hands him the money he's owed.

The exchange is quick. And as Deuce departs from the old place he replays the figure's words in his mind "You should move to the Heartslabyul Apartments, you'll find more jobs there. They might even pay you more."

Better pay doesn't sound bad at all.

Ace Trappola

After being thrown out of his parent's house, Ace slept on some friend's couches for a bit and then rented any cheep room he could find, trying to stretch out the amount of money he took with him.

"Come back when you earn back the money you lost." his parents told him. How unfair, Ace thinks. How do they expect him to make up that much money?!

So, he decided to make some side money by doing some tricks at street corners. There was a lot of running away from both the police and unhappy patrons.

He got lucky when a stranger let in hide in an old abandoned greenhouse. He worried that they'd ask him to play them back, but the person just told him to check out the Heartslabyul Apartments.

And that's when it clicked. He remembered his brother telling him stories of the place.

Ace supposes the place would be perfect.

Che'nya (Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker)

Che'nya loves messing around. And he especially loves messing with his friends.

So when he heard the names of his childhood friends are on the resident's list of the Heartslabyul Apartments, he couldn't help but start visiting the place. With the help of someone from the shadows.

Even though he already has a place to stay at, that's not going to stop him from spending days and nights there.

So, the residents better get ready to be met with pranks and missing sweets.

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ramshacklestar · 4 months

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A scene captured, over and over with a mix of smiling or confused faces one even featuring Riddle with his cheeks puffed in clear annoyance. Some photos even featured the student in question reaching out towards the camera clearly trying to grab it from her before she could take the shot, but once the image was captured it was already too late unless they had destroyed the camera which didn't seem to be the answer they'd ever fallen to surprisingly. Crowley had asked her to take photos of the lives of her classmates upon finding the ghost camera and she certainly hadn't let him down in that department.

Photo after photo littering the small desk within Ramshackle, some with small borders at the tip of each corner giving it a more elegant look. If you had asked who it was Yuu had gotten pictures of the most her initial answer would obviously be Grim, but after him she really couldn't say. She had however been proud she was actually able to capture one singular photo of Malleus with the camera, it was prior to the fireworks show on a particularly clear night and he was actually smiling in the photo.

Even still one remained, one person who was a temporary resident of the school and this world never captured in the imagery because she was always the one behind the camera. She probably could have flipped it at any time and captured a picture of herself or even asked someone else to do it, but had she really deserved to be amongst the smiling happy faces of her classmates in a world where she was an enigma that had even confused the STYX facility staff? For that matter had she even wanted such a thing to exist? All she would remain in the end was a simple reminder, and she hadn't wanted to leave such a painful thing behind.

Eventually they'd forget as everyone moved on with their lives and having a picture of her would only force them to remember and bring a new bought of pain. Questions of why did she leave? Why couldn't she stay? How could she be so cruel? And the idea that Ramshackle would again fall into ruin, abandoned by even the headmaster for a second time. It was too much for her to even think about at that moment, and made her question if returning home was something she'd really even wanted anymore. Her existence was only that of another person standing in the background in her world, but here she had a name and even if he was unbearable at times Crowley still made the effort to ensure she was included in nearly all the events that took place in this world cause she was the prefect and it was her apparent duty.

But wasn't it cruel too to just abandon her home world? What if someone was looking for her? People just vanishing out of existence wasn't a normal thing by any world's terms and she had so hoped to one day become a staff member of the very same orphanage she'd grown up in. Hoping that she in turn could fill the young with a sense of belonging and knowledge that just because they were sent there didn't mean the world hadn't cared.

Placing the camera atop the desk amongst the pictures Yuu quietly stared downwards at the clutter. It was bad to leave but it was also bad to stay, the familiar call of three of the people closest to her ringing from the front door however served as enough to make her tuck such thoughts into the back of her mind just to revisit them again when she had returned to that same desk.

"Yeah I hear you, I'm coming." She called in reply hand reaching for the camera before pausing and returning to her side. She turned on her heel leaving the pictures and camera behind shoes echoing across the flooring gradually moving further away from the memories.

#//Ramblings brought on by depression #//Coming out in a sad mini story #//But also this goes through Yuu's mind a lot #//And that's why she doesn't have pictures of herself #cause you're a sky full of stars || hc's

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vauxxy · 2 years

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“august”

regulus black x reader

-friends with benefits turns south when a certain slytherin realises he’s risked it all for someone who can’t give her all.

warnings: guys this is sad 😋 #angst and the reader is an arse 🫶. mostly from remus’s pov, a bit suggestive, so 16+ probably

a/n: guys regulus black brain rot is real and it is destroying my life. i love this man!! i wish he was real!! listen to august by taylor swift while reading this

back when i was living for the hope of it all

scattered pieces of paper, short candles- melted to their base, muggle poetry books and ‘tiny dancer’ by elton john. this is what regulus thought of when anybody so much as muttered the name ‘y/n l/n’.

y/n was his best friend, his only friend for that matter. they were often found pacing libraries and the school grounds late at night- then detention or the headmasters office after school for lurking around after hours. they would read the same books and listen to the same songs, gushing about things that their respective families would deem ‘wrong’ due to the muggle nature of the content they were discussing.

despite their friendship, regulus had always yearned for something more. between playful smiles and withheld glances, he wanted to say something reminiscent of the romance parts in the muggle books that they read- but that sentiment was much more than words could ever communicate.

instead, it was communicated late at night as they tiptoed through the corridors in heavy sweaters and hushed whispers. regulus had lightly pushed y/n against a wall and kissed her passionately, the action being returned by y/n mere seconds later.

but this didn’t mean anything, not to y/n at least.

the next morning the two went back to normal, sitting next to each other in the grand hall and gossiping about other students. when regulus tried to talk to her about it, he was simply brushed off.

later that night they found themselves in y/n’s dorm room- tip toeing around without heavy sweaters but still hushed whispers.

regulus didn’t mind, or at least he pretended that he didn’t mind. but the summer was finally arriving and their families had a few balls planned out, so they wouldn’t be completely deprived of one another.

“i can’t believe we won’t get to see each other everyday!” y/n cried dramatically, jumping into regulus’s uniform as they packed their bags.

“it’s only 2 weeks until your family’s ball, don’t worry!” he laughed, pushing y/n off playfully.

y/n shook her head. “you best not forget about me in those 2 weeks” she said. regulus gasped, with his hand in his heart. “i would never!” he claimed.

those long two weeks finally came to an end on a warm friday night. y/n was spotted by regulus mere moments after guests were being invited in, as she laid back on a wall in a silk dress with a glass of wine in her hand. “who said you’re old enough to drink?” he asked, hands on his hips as he walked over.

“calm down! it’s only juice. i added vodka though,” she chuckled, bringing in regulus for a hug. “i missed you” she whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. regulus gulped, taking a step back as his cheeks turned red.

“where can i get myself some of that juice vodka?” he asked.

“see that table over there? pour half of whatever and come back to me for the flask, i have two just in case” she gestured over to a king dining table, filled with drinks of every kind.

late into the ball, the two were nowhere to be found. hidden in an abandoned guest room, extremely intoxicated and underdressed, regulus and y/n sat against a grey-painted wall and on top of a carpet with a sinister pattern. consumed by fear of the war and a pure yearning for one another, they continued the sullen tradition of their previous year at hogwarts.

“do you like me?” regulus asked, lighting a cigarette from his suit pocket. y/n crawled over, grabbing one out from his pocket as well and holding it out for him to light it. regulus acknowledged the gesture and lit the cigarette, laying back into the frame of the bed they were sitting on.

“of course i do, reggie” y/n smiled, taking in the smoke. “if i didn’t, i wouldn’t be here post-shag smoking in bed with you” she laughed, resting her head on his shoulder.

“but what type of like?” he asked, inverting his legs towards his torso slightly. y/n shook her head. “that’s a pretty loaded question” she remarked, closing her eyes.

regulus shook his head confusedly. he blew out the smoke and extended his arm around y/n. “i don’t think it’s loaded. i like you more than anyone i’ve ever met, that’s the type of like i like you as… if that makes any sense” he muttered.

“i like you more than anyone else too”

a few weeks pass and the noble house of black was hosting their own little gathering, and the l/n family was obviously invited.

the two embraced passionately upon y/n’s arrival, spinning her around like a ballerina in the process. after a shared dance or two, regulus and y/n scurried off to regulus’s bedroom for the rest of the night.

“where’s sirius?” y/n asked, tracing her fingers over his bookcase.

“he left. my parents well… you can kind of guess what happened but he’s gone. dick move not saving me either but, whatever” regulus sighed, laying back into his bed.

“is he staying with james?” y/n asked, laying back with him.

“yeah. i’m guessing he’s happy there. i wish he’d at least write or let me know he’s safe, but he definitely thinks i’m a devout death eater or something”

“i don’t think you’re a devout death eater”

“i don’t think i am either”

the two shared a train carriage upon the beginning of the school year. from the outside of their almost empty room, they could see james and his friends skipping about, sirius catching a glance of his younger brother for the first time in weeks.

he was consumed by his lonliness and pressure from his parents, y/n was the only person who could relieve that. he didn’t mind if their relationship was barley a relationship and merely friends with benefits.

he stared at her hair and the way her eyes glisten in the morning sun. he wondered what she was thinking or what she was going to say. he wanted to hear something reassuring for the first time after only hearing screams and shouts from his parents.

“do you think we should stop fooling around this year?” y/n asked, breaking regulus out of his spell.

“why?”

“we need to start getting serious about our studies and i need to find a suitor” she said plainly, nestles against the walls of the train carriage.

regulus looked at her, dumbfounded. what did she mean by that?

“is what we have really that disposable?” he asked, trying to find the right words.

“i don’t know. i still want to be friends, you’re my favourite person”

“if i was your favourite person, why are you calling this off right now of all times? why not last year when you knew i was in love with you and you kept me around for whatever sick reasons you have? why now?” regulus whisper-shouted, sitting up straight.

y/n shook her head, placing down the book she was previously reading. “love? we weren’t even in a relationship, regulus”

“but we were close enough to snog 5 times a day?”

r/n sighed, standing up. “i knew you’d get like this, you’re far too dependant. i can’t handle giant commitments and you know that! why would you do this to me?”

“fuck off, have a good year” regulus said as he grabbed his bags and pushed past y/n.

burning toast, stolen glances, venomous stares and obvious avoidance. these are the things that regulus thought of when he heard y/n l/n’s name. as much as he wishes he could hate her, there was no end to his eternal love.

#regulus black x y/n #regulus black x reader #regulus x reader #regulus fanfiction #regulus black #taylor swift #all the young dudes #regulus x y/n

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asoulofatlantis · 4 months

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Let me be completely honest with you. The only reason why I have a need to finish this game right now is because it would feel awful to start Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth without finishing the Remaster of Final Fantasy 8.

(And yes, in case I have not mentioned that before... I am ashamed to admit it, but I preordered FF7R(2) even tho I still to this day, hate FF7Rs guts. BUT - among other things - now that I have started that journey, I may as well go through with it till the very end. And if that means complaining through all 3 games that they suck then that is still an interesting way to play a game XD I might also add... I bought a PS5 just for FF16 and now its standing here and has not been used in months and there is hardly any game out there right now that I would want for the PS5 so... I might as well get al least FF7R(2) so the PS5 doesn't stand here for nothing ^^' IF I get the thing to work where I can play the game on my Computer via the might of the internet, I will do a live reaction for it. So you will have complain about this game live and in colors XD ALSO anyone in the mood of a prediction game? I say we do NOT get a Kiss in THAT scene and I dare to say Aerith will not die the way she should - not saying she is not dying at all tho. Anyone on the Tifa dies instead bandwagon? I mean, seriously... what if Clouds choice of who he is going to the Golden Saucer (or whatever it is called) with will end up deciding who is going to die? BUT what if Nomura as twisted as he is decided he sacrifice the one Cloud is dating in that playthrough and lets the other one live? I would not put it past him or this game to do that XD)

ANYWAY... lets get back to FF8. We have a Shumi to kill.

What kind of question is that? I was ordered to see the master - as you were I presume - so I am going to see him? And... you know... while I am at it... maybe... save the Headmaster? I am serious, why that question? Okay, sie was searching for the headmaster instead but still... it was a weird question. I mean... could they not come up with a better way to stop him in his tracks like: "Oh, you are here too? Do you search for the headmaster as well?" or something. But I guess I am just nitpicking here.

Its not like Cid didn't use us for this ridiculous "free Timber'" - mission too.

Here comes the big plottwist. The first one, that is.

Talking Squall out of his melancholy is actually Rinoas Job, but since I don't like her or the ship, I didn't bring her. Second in line for this scene would be Xell. So... yeah... I couldn't bring him either, even tho I do like him a lot. So third is finally Quistis, which I think is pretty hard, given how she was always there for Squall so far, even tho he never treated her nicely. But... not you see why I brought Irving along ^^'

Can I just leave without talking to her? XD

Pfff. I did it. *lol*

So... this is a pacifist city... but we get weapon-stuff here? ^^' ()Also... why is "Eyes on me" playing in the background? (The ball-version.)

I know its a JRPG thing to put people in leading positions without their consent but... Squall really has it rough ^^'

You can really not blame this boy for his abandonment issues. His father was never there (and likely never will be, because Laguna and Squall both suck when it comes to dealing with emotions and relationships XD) and so he didn't even know he had one until he was almost an adult. His mother died when he was born. Ellone, his sister-figure, was suddenly gone too. And he was stuck in an orphanage with crazy guys like Xell and Quistis and Seifer of all people ^^' Even tho he can not remember anything, his trauma is there.

I will repeat this a few more times in the future... but I will never understand how this ship ever actually happened.

I thought it nice that after all this time, we finally got an explanation to why Irvin was so dead set on Selphie from the start.

Here comes the next big plot twist by the way. We have all (Rinoa aside) been in the same orphanage! But... we can not remember? Why? Wait for the next big plottwist!

You know... I wonder how it must have felt for her, walking past Squall and the other but they were not remembering her at all. Must have been sad.

Since Squall is Lagunas and Rains lovechild... it kind of makes sense that there was a special connection between him and Ellone.

And here is our next plot twist! We use GF and that is why we have slowly but surely forgotten our past. OBVIOUSLY that plot twist has A LOT of holes in it tho. Like the fact that Squall, Seifer and Quistis would have needed to start out using GFs at rougly the same time, because otherwise they would have kept reminding each other of their past. Plus, as Xell was adopted and not mentioned by Quistis when she talked about entering the garden at the age of 10, he likely has entered the garden later and thus must have used GFs later so... he should still have remembered the other then and if Irving can kickstart their memories, why not Xell too?

Oh look! Another bombshell! I know all the secrets and I am still already exhausted XD

#ff8 mona version

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xihaveaplanxx · 2 years

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Welcome Home (Chp 2)

“This is Moxley. He’s a werepire. A mixture of a vampire and a werewolf. He tends to like being alone but sometimes...he lets me and Kenny invite him to dinner.”

“What an introduction.” He looked over at Matt and shook his head before looking over at Raj and I. “What’re your names?”

“Jenny...and this is Raj.” I told him and he nodded his head in our direction.

“Cool.” He said simply. “She seems more together than Dreama.”

“I almost feel like you guys don’t like her. No one really says anything positive about her.” I pointed out.

“Oh no, I adore her.” Matt commented “It’s just she tends to be very mean to others and vindictive. She’s had a rough life, I understand but....”

“I had a rough life.” Moxley looked at Matt. “My family fucking abandoned me in the damn woods and I had to fight to survive. I got lied to by people I trusted left and right. I got held in captivity, beaten and worse things and I’m still not even a tenth of the asshole that Dreama seems to be. She’s only like that because she got her heart broken by Phil, end of story. You and I both know it. You don’t find it weird that she was tolerable at first despite whatever went on with her before then she got her heart broken and now she’s just mean to everyone. And over him. Some dusty ass mage that can’t fight himself out of a paper bag...literally. Didn’t we not all warn her about him? He was a known thot and she just wanted to be with him and when shit went left she hadn't recovered. I get it, one of her old friends betrayed her and fucked him while they were together and they went on and got married and I know that kills her inside because that’s fucking rough but that doesn’t mean go around being a dick. I think she does it because they broke her trust but you can’t spend your life being that way because of shit that happens to you.” He crossed his arms. “I feel for her to an extent but she does fucked up things constantly and the headmaster doesn’t care clearly seeing as he wants to keep her safe. Should cut her loose so she can just be chaotic elsewhere.”

“Where would she live?”

“Not my problem. She thinks she’s suffering now, she really would if she wasn’t here.” He shook his head. “No, I don’t think I’d even wish that on her now I think of it. She clearly needs something, someone, anything to keep her calm. Sure as fuck won’t be your brother though.”

“Excuse me?”

“She’s going to make that man crack and he’s going to become another notch in the this is why I’m fucking crazy narrative. I feel bad. He loves her so much and she...is just a problem. The only time I see her be genuine is near you and Jungle Boy.”

“I...”

“I know you want your brother happy but think of it...is he really happy with her or is he with her because he doesn’t want her with anyone else”

“He loves her more than anything. I....”

“Yeah but...he deserves better before she makes him lose his shit again. He can’t do this forever.”

“I....”

“Well that’s enough of that.” Kenny intervened seeing this conversation going somewhere it didn’t need to. “Let’s...let’s just get ready for the mixer.”

“I’m sorry if I came off as brash.” Moxley apologized. “I’m just saying what needs to be said.” He shrugged before looking at me and Raj “She’s not...that bad. Just be careful near her. She’s very...emotionally volatile.”

“Noted.” I said though I just felt more uneasy about ever meeting her.

“Anyway, said you guys were new. You guys got lucky meeting Kenny and Matt. They are really nice but also very annoying if any type of love song comes on. Matt cries and Kenny wipes his tears. They are like a hallmark movie. They make me wanna throw up but I love them.”

“Wow.” Kenny chuckled. “You always had a way with words.”

“It’s true. You two are fucking obnoxious but....are really nice.” He commented. “All gross and in love. I don’t get how you do it but you are happy and it’s what matters.”

“Thanks...that’s oddly sweet of you to say.”

“I have my moments.”

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We made it to the shopping district, distracting one of the giants, Reinhardt wasn’t hard. He had been a guard for years and it seemed every year, Dreama could get him to just leave his post so we could leave. Sometimes I suspected he did it on purpose. I felt that this whole area, the school, the parks, the mall strip was part of the entire school. Like the town was built around it. That all of it, the entire town belonged to Headmaster Hosea meaning he always knew where everyone was at all times. It was true, we weren’t allowed on the shopping district premises.....if we didn't tell anyone. You could come and go as you pleased so long as someone was aware of where you were and that you came back at curfew. Rules were never for me though. Dreama and I were specifically barred last year for an incidente in one of the clothing stores. I bet Hosea wished it was fighting that we got up to but it was something much more....attractive. That and all the debt we have acrewed. It was a lot going on. I just wanted to know whose card she had. I was curious. We walked into the clothing store and Adam was wandering around ahead of us and finally I could just ask her what shedid. Who she stole from.

“Tell me, whose card is this that you stole?”

“Well, I’ll give you a hint, you don’t like him. No one likes him.”

“Phil? That really pessimistic mage that no one likes. The one that Hosea is going to fire at some point?”

“Well, he was in the teachers lounge and I was talking to Dorian and he left his wallet out and I took it. I hope he’s got money on it. He looks dirty, smells like a swamp but...he has to get paid for his subpar teaching. We have to be able to do something.”

“You would steal from him.” I chuckled. “He deserved it. After all he done to you.” I crossed my arms. Dreama used to be in LOVE with him but that was putting it lightly. He broke her heart badly and then decided to be a complete asshole to everyone and everything. His wife worked in the school but she wasn’t allowed within 20 feet of Dreama because Dreama will use her necromagic and raise the skeletons in the yard to attack her. She did it once ... or twice...three times. I figured Phil would have left with his wife out of safety but maybe he needed the money. All the things he wanted to do never worked out for him. Not his wrestling, his fighting, hell his teaching. I always theorized it was because he sucked. I probably wasn’t wrong. “Well, I guess, let’s go shopping. Looks like they got new clothes. You’d look cute in that bat hoodie. You should get one and one for my brother and one for Jungle Boy... I know you like to make you guys match.”

“You can match with us too.” She smiled sweetly at me. She was being friendly to me. I didn’t know how to feel. It’s not like her. Maybe she finally didn’t despise me. “Adam, come here.” Dreama called for the werewolf and I was annoyed. I was only tolerating him for her but in truth, I didn't care for him. He was always so close to her and walked way too close for comfort. “Adam, how do you feel about these plaid shirts? '' She reached on the rack near us and held up two shirts. “They’ld look so cute on you.”

“Do you...do you think that?”

“Of course. You are the cutest thing. With your accent and your face and your pretty hair. You look like a prince.”

“Oh...that’s so kind of you to say.” He turned red and I in turn was seeing red. “You don’t have to buy me anything. I can buy my own stuff.”

“Oh no, it’s my treat, Adam. Pick whatever you want. You are new after all. Think of it...as a welcome present.”

“Wow. Thanks. You are so nice.”

“Especially when it’s not her money.” I pointed out and she glared at me.

“It...but it’s her card isn’t it? Is it yours?”

“It’s her exes. She stole his card to fuck with his credit.” I told him, crossing my arms. I know she was angry at me but I did not care. She wasn’t about to sit here and pretend she’s so sweet and kind when she really fucking isn’t. At least not to me. She is nice to my brother and to Jungle Boy. She was passive to Kenny and she and Moxley had bad blood after a very VERY turbulent break up so bad he didn’t even tell people they used to date, almost like he was purging the very idea of her out his mind and almost see why he did it. He was the one who warned me about going after her and after seeing what she did to me two years ago, we should have stayed broken up but no....I loved her too much. I thought I still did but now...I’m starting to wonder....did I really?

“Really?” He asked me and I nodded my head. “What did he do to you to make you want to do that?” Adam asked her. Was this man really trying to reason her doing this? As if there was ever a reason to try and fuck someone elses credit up. This man was already in too deep and he’d known her for only a few hours.

“He cheated on me with one of my best friends and then they got married and then kept running his fucking mouth consistently. He’s actually a teacher at the school now. No one likes him because he’s always whining and complaining. He’s actually a piece of shit.” Dreama told him and I was surprised she’d be so honest to him.

“That’s awful.” Adam told her. “ I guess.. It wouldn’t hurt to mess with his credit a little bit. We won’t get caught will we?”

“Nah, not if we act fast.”

“Then let’s buy shit.” He told her and they ran off into the clothing racks. I don’t know what I witnessed. No I did. I think I just witnessed my girlfriend not being my girlfriend anymore. He readily accepted that when most others wouldn’t, not like that. Something had to fucking wrong with that man deep down. Maybe he was like her in the sense they seem nice on the outside but they are just messed up inside. I don’t think either of them even noticed I was even still in the store. I waited outside for them and they did come out about twenty minutes later holding bags on top of bags of stuff.

“How much did you spend?” I asked, hoping they’d respond to me and that I wasn’t just some ghost in the background. She reached into her pocket and gave me the receipt. My eyes widened. I knew she would do damage but....wow. “Maker. He’s going to be in debt for the rest of his damn life.”

“He shouldn’t have done what he did.” Adam commented and I noted how deep this man really was. There was something up with this one. “She got you a few things too. She felt bad running off like that.” He told me as she handed me a bag. I looked in it and she got me some shirts, some pants, some shoes, a necklace, and a new nose ring. A plush cat because I collected those because of her for some reason.

“Thanks” I told her, though really, for the first time her doing anything for me didn’t seem to matter. It’s like seeing her with Adam like that completely made me want to separate from her. At first I was angry but then...I felt clarity for the first time in my life in so long. Maybe we’d just be better off as friends after all. “Dreama, can we talk for a moment?” I pulled her to the side while Adam was guarding the bags and looking at his phone. We walked around the corner and I took a deep breath. “Dreama...I think you really like him...more than even you know.” I looked at her. “I....if you want to be with him. I won’t stop you. Actually, I almost encourage it.”

“Are...are you breaking up with me?”

“Yes.” I told her. “I think it’s better for us both. Don’t you? All we do is fight and bicker. Yes, fucking is great but it’s all we really have. He seems to understand you better anyway and it’s only been a few hours.”

“Would you really let go so easily? Without a fight?”

“Yes.” I crossed my arms. “And there it is. You want me to fight and lose my shit again. I can’t do that and you know I can’t. It’s better if we are just friends if you even want to be that.

“I.....really? You would be okay with that?”

“It’s better than you trying to sneak around with him behind my back. He clearly likes you too.”

“I...wow...thanks Nick.” She looked up at me. “Will we really be friends still though?”

“Yes. Believe it or not, I do care for you a lot. Even if you are really fucked up sometimes.” I smiled and kissed her forehead. “You are one of my favorite people regardless of what role I play in your life.”

“That’s quite sweet.” She smiled at me.

“I can be.” I told her. “You better hope Jungle Boy likes him. You know how he is. He’s violently protective of you.”

“I know.” She shook her head. “I got him a few things so maybe...he’ll be mellow when he meets him.”

“I saw a skeleton romper on that receipt. I’m going to guess that’s for Matt.”

“Yes it is.” She chuckled. “He’d look so cute in it.”

“Course you’d think so.” I shook my head. “Let’s get back to Adam. I’m sure he’s wondering what is going on.”

“Possibly.” She said as we walked back around the corner. Adam was still standing there on his phone, looking at something. “Hey Adam, we are ready to go now.”

“Alright.” He walked over and handed her her bags and gave me mine as well. “I do have a question. How will we sneak all this into the school?”

“Oh there is a secret passage.” Dreama informed him. “We’ll get in just fine.”

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“Listen to me. I know it was her. Who else would st eal my credit card and spend damn near 2000 fucking dollars on it. I don’t have the money to pay that shit back.”

“You make more than that a week teaching here, Mr. Brooks. Where does all your money go?”

“I have bills and shit, Hosea. I....when I see her...”

“You will do nothing.” I looked at the man before me. “You won’t even talk to her. I will talk to her.”

“And she will lie to you like she lies to every damn person. She only tells people whatever will help her get ahead. I bet her family didn’t leave her. She probably murdered them.”

“Those are damning accusations, Mr. Brooks. Maybe it is you who shouldn’t have been messing with a student before. Yes, we are all adults here but at the end of the day she was your student and you broke her heart and for one of her own friends and now you come to me when you misplace your things as you often did wanting to point fingers at someone you hurt. Yes, she would have motive but also, she makes it her business to not be around you so I just don’t see how this is her fault. Even if it was, you shouldn’t leave your stuff out.”

“She’s ruining my credit because she’s being petty.”

“You cheated on her and broke her heart. I can’t say I pity you that much.”

“You know, I feel bad for your daughter having such a sad sack for a fucking father. You just let shit go on and don’t say....” I raised my hand, making him bite his own lip. He covered his mouth, now it was bleeding. I had no time for my parenting to be put into question, not by someone like him.

“Now you’ve gone too far.” I shook my head. “You know it has crossed my desk more than once, petition after petition to get you thrown out and I must say, the last case to come to me was quite damning. You had an old colleague here last year, remember him. Imagine my surprise to see a video of him biting Kenny, the captain of the wrestling team because you came at his boyfriend like a crazy person and hit him. From what I saw all Matt Jackson did was walk into the room and you hit him and Kenny was rightfully defending his boyfriend and got bitten. I heard of the incident but I told them with no evidence it’s not much I could do so imagine my surprise when I got the tape. It’s all I needed. Now you come in looking foolish again and for the last time. I want you to pack your things and leave. From this point on, you are fired Mr. Brooks and you won’t be allowed in the town either as I own it. This whole area is mine and I want you gone from it. You are a blight to this academy and a blight to the people that come into contact with you except for your wife who I guess made her bed when she chose to be with you over a decent friendship she had formed. That is neither here nor there. From this point forth. You have been terminated.”

“What? You.....”

“Goodbye, Mr. Brooks. Best of luck on your future endeavors.”

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We had gotten things back to our rooms with ease. Turns out Adam’s room was near mine so I’d see him alot which shockingly didn’t bother me now that Dreama and I formally broke up. I was watching him because if he hurt her, I’d hurt him. We may have broken up but I still cared for her and if she was unhappy, I’d deal with it. We met up in the hall and here came Phil stomping over to us pissed off. Well someone must have got a very very upsetting notification on their phone.

“You bitch.” He walked up to Dreama. “You stole my credit card and tanked my fucking credit!”

“Me? Why would I do that?”

“Don’t play dumb.” He crossed his arms. “Give me the card.”

“I don’t have it.” She told him which wasn’t a lie. We shredded it in my room before meeting up with Adam out here. “You shouldn’t misplace your things.”

“You are a fucking liar. I could hit you.” He told her and Adam moved in front of her before I could even act. “Who the fuck are you?”

“That doesn’t matter. You are not going to threaten to hit a woman like that. She said she doesn’t have your card, then she doesn’t.”

“Oh you found another lonely soul to fuck over and Nick is right there still. How cute.” He tried to peer behind Adam to glare at me. “Listen kid, I don’t know you and my problem isn’t with you it’s with your bitch friend who stole my shit.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.”

“Kid, get out of my face.”

“I’m not a fucking kid.” Adam pushed him and Phil tried to hit him but Adam headbutted him full force with his own head, knocking him out. Adam seemed fine, but Phil sure as fuck was not. “Don’t ever call me that.” He shouted looking down at him. He started howling a bit which was something. He calmed himself down eventually though , noting that Phil was out cold. He walked over to Dreama to make sure she was okay. She was probably very into this. Anyone beating on Phil was like an instant invitation to pound town. Literally. It’s like one of her turn ons besides long hair and being mildly fucked in the head. “Dreama, are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She nodded her head. “I...wow thanks Adam.”

“It’s no problem. He was being really really dickish. I see why you took his card. He just...”

“No, it’s fine. Thank you.” She hugged him and he held onto her tightly. This man was really caught up and it's been 4 hours since the last time I checked. I soon saw both Seth and Daniel running down the hall, the other werewolves in the school who I assume were responding to Adam’s howling. They ran over to us and looked over at Phil and both shook their heads.

“Is everyone okay?” Seth asked us and we nodded our heads. “Well everyone important. Let me guess he ran his mouth. Fucked around and found out.”

“Something like that.” Adam told him.

“I could bring him to his room but he doesn’t have one now. Have you heard he finally got fired? The Headmaster got the video footage and promptly got rid of him.”

“You mean of him attacking my brother and Kenny getting bitten?” “ I asked and Daniel nodded his head.

“Yeah.” He said. “Why he came all the way here to start shit is odd. Well, he won’t be that missed. So miserable for no reason.” Daniel sighed. “The mixer is starting soon. You guys coming?”

“Yeah, we were headed there.” Dreama told him. “You guys are welcome to accompany us.”

“I was going to meet up with Brie actually and Seth was going to see Roman first.”

“Well then we will meet you there. Please tell Brie I said hello. Seth, you can tell Roman to stop stealing my food when I get up from the table. I know it’s him.”

“I will let him know.” Seth chuckled. “So long as things are good here. I’m sure he’ll come to and be angry. I think I’ll call Reinhardt to come and just put him outside so he doesn’t try to run in and cause more problems.”

“That might be a good idea.”

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michimichim · 3 years

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in-dee-ca | rosé

disclaimer: dom!fem!poc reader x sub!roseanne, substance use, semi exhibitionism, etc.

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the church bells chime a brassy and insistent sound; an ear-splitting, melody you still struggle to get accustomed to as you leave the bustling building. your friends fall into step with you and together you trudge down the steps of assembly hall, hands in the pockets of your school blazer while they chortle with laughter.

a shiver wracks over your body as the breeze drifts into your hair and frost your cheeks.

“honestly,” it’s one of your closest friends who speaks up, “what does ‘stricter regulations’ even mean? as if the school doesn’t already have a stick up its ass.”

“it means open up your books for once, dipshit.” jennie, a senior and representative on the school board, snides as she brushes past you along some of her friends busy trailing after, hot on her heels.

you bite back a laugh whilst a ruckus of guffaws resonate around your small crowd.

“fuck off, kim.” your friend shouts after her, eyes rolling in nothing but annoyance, however their expression remain soft. they watch jennie’s retreating form before resting their eyes on something behind you. “here comes miss sunshine.” or rather, someone.

you spare a glance over your shoulder, an agitating feeling erupting in the pit of your stomach when your eyes fall on a familiar sight. she's surrounded by a total of three girls, all tittering as they saunter up the steps of the assembly hall. the dark red and blue of the school uniform brings out the peachy color of her skin, singling her out from the small crowd that’s assembled around. picture perfect she is with her plaid skirt hiked up. all pretty, pale thighs and slender legs. eyes naturally veer her way; she always seems to capture everyone’s attention, and it wasn’t solely due to her father being the headmaster, but rather the vivacious and nonpartisan aura she constantly carries around.

roseanne is the epitome of natural beauty. some still whisper about her loose hair and ruddy cheeks, and stout red lips, and lithe slender body that never seems to walk but rather float through the walls. she's perfect in every sense, the type of perfect that draws in boys and girls alike, girls like yourself.

as if sensing the heat of your gaze, her eyes flicker to yours and you stare back, eyes unwavering, challenging her to glance away first with a slight cock to your eyebrow. doe orbs scale down your body – syrupy and casual posture leaning against chilly stairs; it gives you an air of nonchalance – in such swift manner it might have never occurred, but attention from roseanne park could never be forgotten. dulce creamed, dreamy eyed with stars in her nebulas roseanne could never be forgotten. she averts her attention back to her friends.

“what’s it with you and the park girl?” it's someone else that speaks up near you, voice tinged with nothing but curiosity.

you turn to face them; their eyes seem to trickle with a mix of wonder and apprehensiveness.

you shrug in a dismissal manner, “nothing.” you hate denying it, but you learned to be discreet even when the questioning comes from your friends. even when you despised their questioning. even when you despised them for attributing you a role – one that doesn’t include roseanne in it, the golden girl who knows everything, does everything right. you disdain it and so does she.

the conversation lapses into one of silence and your friends say nothing else, some assess you before emitting out a low hum and dropping the topic.

you tune them out, distracted, as your attention returns to her, the latter’s laughing along to something – could be anything, really. it's not hard to get her laughing. you return your gaze to your friends and stand up. “i’ll text you.” you throw over your shoulder, willing an apologetic smile on your lips as you trade down the stoned stairs.

the sun’s seeping through the arched windows, a kaleidoscope of warm and golden light gushing out over your bodies, tangling with roseanne’s blonde locks. the room she pulled you in belongs to an abandoned and obsolete west wing of the school. no one actually comes here; it has been forgotten, gradually, by its founders until room 144 became nothing but a discarded memory. something close yet hidden.

the furniture around you is covered with white silky material, gently flapping from the frigid breeze sipping through the cracked open window.

your hand absently brushes up and down her smooth thigh, drawing arbitrary patterns; she's delicate under the pad of your fingers, a skin so silk angels would exchange for their wings. the hem of her blue plaid skirt is sitting higher than it ought to, her blouse unbuttoned lower than the hall surveillants would ever permit, and between her lithe fingers, something her father would pop a vein over – she’s at her best here with you. your rosie who plays the sweetest of melodies with your heartstrings.

the sound of fluttering pages fills the cracks of the comfortable silence and she shifts, her legs twirling down over your lap, shoes swiftly thrown off and her gaze, unknown to you, flicks towards your face. she calls you by your nickname, head tilted, exposing the slim curve of her neck as she releases a blanket of smoke through the cherry glossed curve of her lips.

“hm?” you hum in response and with one hand, the other effectively occupied with multitasking where they usually reside, turn the page of your book.

a laugh escapes the sheen of her lips. “i'm sensing some sexual tension between you and that book, am i interrupting?”

the side of your face ticks up into a half-grin, warmth infiltrating your ribcage and through your chest. you glance up from your novel, “kinda,” you tease, eyes softening into a warmer hue once they connect with pools of deep, hypnotizing browns. “mind giving us a moment?”

“ha. ha." the corner of her lips curve upwards, sarcastic, as she removes the blunt from her parted lips. she sits up and slide over the wooden floor, much closer to you and the substantial, sweet floral aroma of her jasmine and basil fragrance mingles with the herbal scent of weed as she hands the joint over.

“your mother was the one to assign this to me, you know.” you slump your weight against the soft beige wall, holding the blunt between your lips, before taking a drag out of it, inhaling, holding and releasing it through parted lips.

“of course she did,” roseanne replies, vexation beneath the delicate pastel shade of her words. you abstain from calling attention to it because here, golden girls like roseanne shouldn't feel anything synonym to anguish. golden girls like roseanne have everything, so why would there ever be a fold between her brows? here, golden, beautiful girl roseanne never has anything but euphonious laughter.

but the glint of sport in her eyes never wavers, so casting the book aside, you resort to laying a comforting hand on her thigh because you know the golden girl with saccharine smiles, the one who evoke tropical storms in your chest is solid bones and perfect imperfections in a sea of deceptive beings.

“what’s it about?” she adds, her fingers stringing with yours as the syllables overflow on her smiling lips. her smile, all-too-familiar, whirs something up your spine and her touch seems to burn into your palm, through the cracks of your fingers.

you take a drag, holding it until it burns, and pass it back to her, “charles duhigg,” your hands never part as you reply, a blanket of smoke slipping out. “the science behind habit, creation and reformation.”

“so, tell me,” she quips, rustling, inching closer, all hot breath and intoxicating perfume, the tip of her ears crimsoning when you maintain eye contact, “would you rather kiss charles duhigg or, me?”

"roseanne," you taunt good-naturedly, a laugh looming around to waver your lips. "are you jealous of a forty-something-year-old?"

you follow her eyes fluttering down to your lips, sharp and wanton. she breathes in another hit then says, "can you blame me for wanting all the attention?"

she wraps her lips around the opaque blunt once more, the scene arbitrarily sinful but then, rather than inhaling it, she cradles your jaw and hovers your lips. exhaling her breath into your willing mouth; it's undoubtedly one of the hottest things you’ve ever witnessed, and if possible, it heightens the smoke wafting in your gut with a coiling warmth.

“there’s no way i can blame you when you’re pulling shit like this.” you breathe out, slightly dazed from the smoke or her. you don’t really know.

“i know,” she whispers, several beats too late, breath ghosting atop your lips until they’re meeting in a smooth plash of lips, fluttering lashes and warm breaths.

the second roseanne’s tongue presses into your mouth, light and pliant and sweet-tasting of hot chocolate, imbued with the smoky aftertaste, you float through a state of euphoria. your hands linger down to the soft curve of her ass, squeezing. you can’t resist the urge, sticking a resounding slap on the round of her ass, loving the surprised moan that’s torn out of her.

she captures your bottom lip into her mouth, teeth toying with the flesh and something about that is thoroughly gratifying to you, as is her quiet pant against your mouth when you draw away – dizzy from lungs running out of air, she pecks your lips a final time before shifting back.

she sinks herself comfortably between your legs again, perched on your lap while you continue passing the second joint back and forth. as it shortens in size, you grow more physical. your hand never leaves her ass, ghosting over the silken lace of her underwear. roseanne is not far off; she sighs under every single one of your touches, hands threading down through the collar of your shirt, nails roaming up and down your back, scratching lightly at the plains of your shoulder blades.

you take two to four more hits, you think, you’re not too sure. you've lost count because now the haziness in your head is growing stronger, the sounds are softly intertwining with themselves that you have to haul her closer by the waist as to anchor yourself and think.

“you think,” you clear your throat, trying to swallow down the dryness. “you think we could order something to eat?”

roseanne turns her head languidly from the tiny spirals of smoke wafting in the air, her eyes fleeting to yours following a couple of seconds. she peeps at you, “mmhm," she utters. "i guess. well, yeah, it would make sense ... right?" and she titters.

after holding a straight face and retaining the roach (that you still haven’t noticed has been extinguished) for a few moments, contemplating, “rosie,” you let out a stifled laugh suddenly, like a blend between a snort and a chortle. “you really think the delivery guy, like, the car … can get up here?”

your bones feel weightless. like you’re soaring, there's nowhere else you'd rather be, and every bone in your body is at ease for the first time today. roseanne shakes with gentle laughter, cradling the scrap of the joint in her hands like religion and setting it aside, next to your knees.

she clumsily knocks the ashtray over, cursing. it's too endearing, you can’t help but mirror her accent, giggling when she pouts and steady herself from falling as you dissolve into a weed-induced puddle of laughter, stomach shaking, fighting a new hurricane of giggles herself. you just have a way of imitating her accent that is almost uncanny.

“asshole,” she leans her body into yours, pressing your chests together, feeling yours lift against hers. she then stretches her hand to descend the tip of her nail down your collar.

“your one and only.” you drawl, drawing in a long, faint breath.

the warmth hasn’t left your body still, it seems to be making its way from your chest to the rest of your being. you tip your head back so it’s resting on the back of the furniture, eyes lazily drifting over to the window. outside, the sky is clear, a stunning tone of cantaloupe, the sun about sitting so low in the sky it dazzles you through the clefts of the buildings and canopy of trees. this place has become your favorite; it’s all just so peaceful and beautiful here, away from the day-to-day activities.

you're feeling the floor below you stir like you’re in one of those massage chairs at the mall, combating the inexpressible comfort of roseanne’s weight on you and the sudden mass of your eyes – it wouldn’t be the first time you fall asleep right after smoking. usually, you'd instantly pass out to the steadfast rise and fall of her heartbeat, and she’d follow suit, curling in on herself against your chest.

“this weed is,” the sway of her voice brings you back from your daydream, “wow.”

picking your head up and letting the blood rush back down your neck, your brow ridges and you shift, sitting upright and inching closer to gaze into her eyes – they’ve turned a reddish hue, heavy-lidded, but as breath-taking as ever with pools of deep, mesmerizing, mocha brown, and you say, “well, it’s definitely hitting.”

you're becoming increasingly conscious of her nail gliding lower between the top buttons of your white buttoned-up shirt – you don’t recollect exactly when they’ve been popped open, but you don’t have it in you to think long and hard about it. the finger’s tracing the dark bites that have been pressed against the soft mahogany flesh of your skin, progressive shivers creeping up your spine.

“babe,” she whispers, and it’s the lilt of her voice that makes you glance up at her. when exactly did she pick the blunt back up? the shape her lips make to get those flawless smog rings remind you of the other instances when her mouth’s carved similarly – it’s when she first wraps her lips on your thumb and she teases, tongue swirling around the digit, just playing, taunting. she'd push it in and out of her mouth with suction and with her tongue, she’d bob her head, maintaining your eyes locked through the ordeal. knowing all too well that she's gorgeous with your fingers in her mouth.

“you’re okay to keep going?” she questions, moaning when you bunch her skirt up to press your hands back on the soft, small plump of her ass; they fill both of your hands, moulding back against your palms. you land a kiss on the sweet, red blossomed apple of her cheeks.

“how can i refuse when i’ve been eyeing this ass all day long,” you murmur, running a hand up, snapping the waistband against her skin.

that’s all she needs to press her lips against yours.

you lose yourself completely in how thoroughly your lips effortlessly glide against each other, it turns sweeter, cotton candidly sweeter. then lustful and something entirely more celestial. it could just be the weed accentuating the brush of roseanne’s tongue against yours but you know it would feel almost as good when sober, or even better – you’re not quite sure, each time always feels different than the last.

“rosie,” you ripple against her lips and she hums, moans mingling for a few moments, your hands gripping up the juts of her waist as she detaches from your lips to start mouthing at the junction of your neck and jaw, teeth scouring down your throat.

she grips, getting a fistful of your shirt in one hand with the other curving within the heated skin at the base of your neck. your bodies are so close, warm, and she wants to look at you but she’s in some kind of stage where all she aches to do is let her lashes wave shut, so that’s what she does along driving her hips instinctively down against your thigh.

even through all the layers of clothing between you, you can feel the wetness sliding through the flimsy fabric of her underwear on your bare thigh; the delicious friction of against each other.

your hands part from her hips to shed your school blazer instead, and roseanne opens her eyes to unbutton her shirt as you grab at yours, unceremoniously yanking it out of your skirt and sliding your palm up the delicate valley of her stomach. hand sliding up further still, you’re cupping, kneading her breasts, bringing an exceptional churning in her gut when one of your thumbs stroke her nipple through the lace. it's off with a quick push of your fingers.

she stretches out her stomach, feline-like, curves her back and chest out, granting you the sight of her petite breasts as she swivels back and forth back along the length of your thigh. “touch me,” she coos, “please, baby.”

“touch you,” you reiterate, finger tracing the outline of the damp spot lining up her labia. she pushes up her knees to raise herself only the slightest bit higher, “here?” she whines as your touch makes her nerves jump, stroking her lips slowly through the cloth, hoping to further drive her out of her mind.

slipping your fingers into the hem of her panties, the cloth clings against her sex until you push back against it. you shuffle a little so that you could capture her nipples between your teeth, sucking on the bud. her entire body tenses above yours, arms wrapping around your neck, cradling your head closer to her chest.

slick is smearing all over your panties, merely from relishing her like she’s a fucking gift from the gods, preening when her hands quaintly smooth over the back of your neck and your fingers play, lazily and easily through her lips.

she gasps against your ear as your fingers run over her entrance, pressing and teasing, slow and calculated, sliding in the slightest so rose could feel the webbing of your fingers just barely inside of her.

a final tug on her reddened nipple, you withdraw your fingers.

without notice, roseanne’s vision tilts, and she finds herself yelping with her back on the polished, wooden floor with your body hovering hers and a dopey smile adorning your lips. her focus narrows into the manner your eyes dilate – lust and the effects of weed in them. “was that … indica?” you ask, a childlike nature to your voice while sliding her panties down her legs, then yours. you drop them near and kneel before her.

“i don’t –” she cuts herself, contemplating the fleeting body-warming euphoria that expands through melting and blissful relaxation. “mhm.” she titters, letting the word draw itself out slowly.

she gives you that look – peering up at you, heavy eyes open and telling as she spreads her legs, revealing parted, wet lips, swollen and pink from what feels like hours of teasing. you stare longingly, pupils blown, squirming and urging to get your mouth to taste her.

you dip down. roseanne feels the warmth of your breath, and then the first hot touch of your tongue on sensitive skin. she breathes out, tilts her hips up against your mouth, so you move the muscle brusquely, forward at an angle that catches at every lap.

you’re ridiculously skilled at this; seriously, no one, not even her fingers, knows her body as you do. no one else makes the pleasure overtake her mind as you do, as you flick your tongue and suck on her clit, thoroughly enjoying the way her sweet, even as a salty mix dribbles down your tongue. you're murmuring what sounds like appreciative, sugary words that roseanne can’t entirely make out, she succumbs in the soothing oscillations of it, punctuated by the intervals when you prob and poke with the tip of your tongue. she pushes back into it, chasing the feeling of that tongue gently opening her up, exploring for more.

then, still feeling quite indolent and mellow, you're nonetheless agile to move, sliding roseanne’s long legs over your shoulders. and with a quick mewl and purr tumbling out of you, you grasp her skirt in the balls of your fist and shove it up her stomach, then gather yours to situate yourself over her glistening lips. the first thrust is everything. she had sealed her eyelids shut again, laid back down and gone docile, allowing you to rut freely against her like – contented with being handled however you like. but when her hips roll up to press back against yours, it startles a moan from you, the sensation of it making both of your bodies sigh.

there's a certain rush; like the one you get when you’re veering the wheels of your bike for the first time, or the one where you’re getting away with something you should not have. this rush is the one currently coursing through your veins, a rush of want that floods through you, feeling almost surreal, rendering you lightheaded. you're almost, almost worried something else was laced in the blunt, but roseanne’s pussy proves powerful for it gently coaxes you out of your anxiety-inducing thoughts.

they're gone with each thrust sending her body forward. you can’t help speeding and hardening the rolls of your hips in quiet appreciation. each jolt makes her whine and thrill— you have to grit your teeth to not reach your high before hers, intent on coming at the same time. you grind harder onto her, make her feel each thrust— no area of her core left untouched.

“you look so beautiful, rosie,” you lick your lips, the feeling jubilant. past rapturous you can hardly finish your sentence. "and warm, you’re so fucking warm.”

chest heaving, her throat’s enticingly on display and you think of wrapping your hands around it to feel the pounding of her pulse – it beats against your fingers, singing in no particular rhythm. but it remains a sound you wouldn’t mind feeling and listening to, over and over again.

you rub harder into the body lying beneath you, brutal and animalistic, carnal taking up your nature to feel more. the space between your bodies is so wet and she might be unbelievably tight, you regret not doing this at your place so you could fuck the living out of her with one of your straps.

“—fuck,” you hear her gasping, her nails drilling into the hand wrapped around her neck, “keep going, don’t stop—”

the wet sounds of your flesh meeting, the grip on her hipbone and your hand roaming all over her body every time you buck against her clit, hard and faster —the more you can’t take your eyes away from the jiggle of her breasts. you stroke your thumb up and down, feeling out the little lump of her thin nipple and her mouth opens in mid-gasp, grasping your ass when her hips give out, lazing prone on the cold wooden floor of the room as your body blankets over hers. your hips don't stop thrusting.

you're rendered voiceless and utterly reckless, letting natural reactions taking over. the sparkle in your eyes burn for a split-second, then a gut-wrenching moan, cut from deep inside you. roseanne throws her head back, returns travelling on her series of heresies, combined with a bit of praise in the mix. “god, babe, right there … mmm—my fucking god,” she cuts herself off as you almost effortlessly pin her hips down, not enough to hurt, but more in a show of dominance.

and the release that hits you just never fucking ends; it comes in waves. sober, you’d be surprised at how quick you’ve come, losing your thread altogether, but it only takes four long, premeditated but frantic rolls for you to send yourself in a complete state of a body awakening – it's almost too much to move any more than just the bare minimum – two more to enhance the sensations for both you and roseanne, the latter’s body reacting before her mind could race to a conclusion. her eyes flow open, hands scrambling to clutch your asscheeks tighter when she feels herself pulsing, thrumming and seeing white behind her lids.

“holy -”

“fuck.” you finish for her, elbows coming down on either side of her head, so close to collapsing if it wasn’t for the way roseanne’s staring up at you. it's the look of admiration she always gives you when you’ve fucked her just right.

you kiss down her body – but not without a little slap on her ass. as you lay pecks on her thighs, kiss bruises and marks onto them, you bite and nibble on them, clit twitching at the familiar scent of her dripping heat. it just has that thing that makes you delirious, like alcohol. you give a tentative lick.

she jerks from over-sensitivity, while her cunt throbs for what is to ensue. walls stretching to accommodate the length and thickness of your fingers slowly entering her, lewd sounds and heat licking deep through her chest. you dip the second digit in earnest, your burning touch only seems to make her core burn with greater need.

then, in the spirit of simply breaking her, you find her g-spot easily, ramming your fingers into it repeatedly with faultless confidence before pulling away.

roseanne clenches, whining at the emptiness. being filled just a few seconds ago to feeling friction, to her walls abruptly empty. the pressure inside of her gone, she squirms around trying to find your finger to sink back into her body. she moans, then tries again when all she receives is a giggle, hearing the teasing in your voice, but not possessing the patience to deal with it right now

... “daddy, please.”

it comes out breathy —imploring and wanton and you almost shake in rapture.

“you know i love it when you call me that, rosie,” you come up to murmur against the shell of her ear, words dripping an avid rush of honey. it repels any form of weed-produced laziness that’s taken ahold of your limbs.

roseanne guides your hand back towards her entrance, gripping down so you can’t move away from her – except, she knows it wouldn’t take much to overpower her, but she does it anyway. she feels the plush push against her walls, then you’re slowly filling her again, setting her nerves ablaze and she let herself cry your name, light curses, whatever comes through her mind out as you rub the spot that makes her toes curl.

you're gradually lured into snapping your hand, just to wallow in the release of breathy sighs and cries of ‘daddy’ in the crook of your neck that leaves the blonde’s lips every time you force the sound out of her.

you press your body flush against her form and writhe your fingers in a single-minded purpose inside her dripping entrance. you lick at her pounding pulse and plunge deeper in to make it soar higher and faster than weed ever could. she presses her hands into your shoulders, digging half-crescents into the fragile texture of your skin; clutching for more of your warmth against her.

with the windows open, people could definitely hear the mundane debauchery taking place right up inside the building. but she simply can’t hold in her moans, despite her best attempts at deadening them.

body unfurling, as your prodding fingers slides out at her entrance, pressing harder and harder until they slip back inside to hook deeper into her warmth — she sighs and throws her head back, body moving, torso arched, light nipples on opaque skin scrounging for your tongue. however, you’re pre-occupied with sliding in and out of her, kissing the pretty gasps out of her lips.

your palm hits against her clit each time, her inner muscles beginning to contract and squeeze around your fingers. she's so fucking close, you know it, so before she can start thrashing, you get better leverage. you push one of her legs wider with your knee to get deeper and pump freely inside of her, and the increased volume of her moans send a wave of arousal through you.

the more stimulation to her body causes the buzz to alter in one way or another. her vision is fuzzy as lazy eyes squint up at yours, body like jello that could collapse into a puddle any second. for the briefest instant, it’s almost too much to wrap her head around. it's some sort of fucking extraterrestrial experience, her almost entirely useless brain offers, as it proceeds to liquefy completely, overwhelming orgasm burning down her abdomen like scalding lava, leaving her breathless.

a while later, when the sun’s stopped blossoming in the sky and a blanket of stars have taken the grace of a breeze over your heads, you’re back in your original position – roseanne straddling your waist, buttermilk hair brushing over her breasts, lissome and comely body draped back in her bra and skimpy panties.

she leans down and inches her chin forward so she can seal her lips and mouth over yours. she drags her tongue, asking for permission. the taste of your skin, your perfume and scent of your body is intoxicating. the high’s worn off, now she could get drunk from just having her thighs wrapped and caging around you, kissing you for hours on end.

“hol’ up” then she’s pulling away, before leaning over the side to reach for your bag, procuring a small plastic bag.

you eye her with amusement, “while i don’t mind lighting up another one,” you start, the sweet, nonetheless imposing, concern in your voice is palpable, “grab my sweater first in there.” you nod towards the bag. you've closed the window but the weather is known to seep through bones once blankets of dark clouds had already rolled in.

roseanne smiles and rolls her eyes, dropping to kiss your cheek, then neck, then cheek once more. she has to tear herself away with a fit of laughter when you reach up and get a hand in her milky curls, directing her mouth to yours in a show of biting and toying with the sheen of her lips.

the wool blend of your sweater looks the best on her, it draws down to expose one finely boned shoulder and you wish to paint constellations on the exposed neckline, to dart hot kisses against the silky skin.

you watch, admirably as roseanne uses your abdomen as a workplace to pack the bits of weed into the blunt wrap she had also pulled from your bag. her nimble fingers work everything expertly into a rather attractive roll before bringing the blunt to her lips to lick down the length.

“the joy of roleplay,” she mentions, quite pleased from the attention. “we should do it more often.”

cocoa eyes peek at you from under long lashes before swiftly looking bavk down at her work. “daddy~” she adds.

“christ, rosie, don’t make me take you here again.” you deadpan, embarrassed, looking at her as though she’s meant to understand the gravity of your statement.

roseanne just laughs, conspicuously displaying how perfectly aware she was on the effect of her recurrent use of your ‘nickname’ in the most inappropriate choice of settings and moments.

you slide one hand up, rubbing and massaging the curve of her waist while she soothes down the edges with her fingertips, and grabs the discarded lighter from the floor to light the end up.

“professional,” you chuckle, and wrap your arms around her. she blows smoke halos in your face, bubbled laugh when you playfully gust them away before bringing you into a kiss. she hums as she closes her eyes, and glides her tongue across your bottom lip. “we’re never getting out of here if you keep this up.” your words a breathy pant between grazes of tongues.

“good,” she whispers, connecting your foreheads, unfocused gaze of seductive, glassy-eyed squint burning as she flicks them down to look hungrily at you. “because i'm taking what’s mine until i'm satisfied.”

and you wisely do not voice an objection. one of your last sober thoughts before your skirt’s tugged down your legs.

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I’m sorry, but can I just go on a little rant about the Louis, clouis, and the Clem comic...?

I didn’t really talk about Louis in my overall review of the comic because I wanted that to be more contained to the content shown on the pages, Clementine’s relationship with AJ, and her as a character.... but the more I think about these comics and Louis, the more frustrated I become thinking about what Clementine abandoning everyone would do to him.

[... okay it’s not little anymore since I guess I can never just do anything simple when it comes to Louis, sorry my bad]

So, no surprise, we all know the comic’s bullshit by now. Clementine leaving everything and everyone behind because she’s not happy is dumb, AJ just letting her go is dumb, and Clem going to the mountains on crutches and a peg leg to find this so-called happiness is dumb.

Now that we’ve established it’s dumb, I wanna talk about Louis because I got a lot of built up feelings about how bullshit this storyline is with how Clementine would not only abandon AJ, but also abandon Louis.

Because let me tell you..... his heart would be broken beyond repair and I need to talk about why.

Sigh.... so.... muh boy.

Before he met Clementine, Louis was this laidback, irresponsible, but caring and musical person who kept his head down to avoid conflict and never looked at the future. He was the kind of person who took things one day at a time, saw survival as a day-to-day task, and said that the future doesn’t exist, there’s only today. You get the point, he was never too concerned with things because they always seemed to work out, and if they didn’t, then that sucks and that’s why we should appreciate every day while we have it.

Louis is shown to be charismatic and friendly, he spends his free time playing piano and card games, but no one really takes him seriously. Not even Marlon, his best friend for 8+ years. While he doesn’t seem to be on bad terms with anyone [including Aasim, they just act like people who disagree with the other’s point of view and have had the same argument many times, but that doesn’t mean they hate each other, y’know?] he also doesn’t appear super close with anyone outside of Marlon and possibly Violet, but even then.

Marlon’s shown to have little faith in him with the way he talks about if Louis will even show up to hunt. He has a controlling grip on Louis that’s prominent during the confrontation scene when he uses intimidation to try to convince Louis to not interfere. Oh, and there’s the fact that Marlon’s been lying to Louis for the past year about the twins and then continued to lie to his face about what really happened to Brody... which isn’t great when you consider how Louis was the only one who had blind faith in him as a leader and, according to Marlon, was the only one who couldn’t see how pathetic he always was.

Violet, while having a few more nicer moments with him than Marlon, still invalidates him and his feelings several times throughout the first half of the game which makes me wonder how close they ever were, or at least if Violet ever considered him a close friend to begin with. And no, a small monologue in the dorms doesn’t make everything better or confirm they were brotp the whole time... especially when once they’re on the boat, Louis might as well not exist because Violet can’t be bothered to acknowledge what happened to him or inquire about how he’s doing. I guess she just didn’t have time react while standing in her cell for several unbothered minutes-- no wait, it’s she already reacted off screen. Right. Good writing is good.

What I’m getting at here is that even though Louis is surrounded by people who he genuinely cares about, there is an argument to be made that he’s a lonely person. Hell, he’s aware of his loneliness when he says that no one hears past his music and jokes. I mean, how many nights do you think he spent by himself playing the piano because no one wanted to hear it? Are they like Violet and crack jokes about how he doesn’t have actual talent? Probably, given that someone literally carved “you suck at playing” onto the side of the damn piano.

Oh, and let’s touch on that backstory of his. Louis grew up wealthy with two parents who loved him and each other, and they gave him anything he wanted except singing lessons. Louis says he wanted to be a real musician. But I guess his father didn’t like that idea and told him no, with the [as Louis puts it] dumb dad lesson of, “You get to be happy, or you get to be rich, can’t be both.” ...which is interesting given that Louis and his family were stupid rich but also.... were they not happy? well, that doesn’t make sense because little Louis knew that if he broke up their marriage, they would be hurt.

So yeah, Louis was so upset that his father continually refused to let him take singing lessons that he broke into the man’s credit cards and faked an affair, which led to his parents divorcing... and then he spit his father’s words back in his face.

Then they dumped him at Ericson. And the walkers came.

There’s so much to unpack from the story he tells that it could be it’s own analysis, but basically.... Louis is aware of why what he did was fucked up, and he carries it with him every day.

He regrets what he did, chews himself out for being such a “vindictive fuckhead” [and the amount of force used in that line tells you a lot, like how it’s not the first time he’s chastised himself like this] and he admits that he doesn’t even know the person he’s talking about. Yet, he still sees himself as bad, saying that they [I assume the staff] told him and the other kids they’re bad people. I don’t doubt that Louis internalized that which played a huge role in the confidence and self-esteem issues he has during tfs.

Anyway, I’ll come back to this later, but when you take that amount of guilt and regret, and mix it with the fact that they dropped him off at this school that was supposed to make him better.... then the walkers came and those teachers, staff, and headmaster? Gone. Left a bunch of kids to fend for themselves, with the exception of Ms. Martin [but given how she looks when we find her I doubt she lasted that long] and I cannot imagine how horrifying that was for all of them. The dead are up eating people, and if you die you become one of them... and the people you thought you could rely on just fucking left you to die at this school.

Every kid in that school has trauma and abandonment issues from before and after the world went to shit, every last one, and Louis isn’t the exception here. Over the years, a lot of kids died and they’ve all seen horrible shit. They all knew they were never going to see their families again, and as far as we know, no one came to get their kids at the beginning. They had to find ways of coping while trying to survive, and all they had left was each other.

Louis copes with music and games and jokes. He’s built up this persona where it seems like he’s unaffected by the comments the others make, that the death and suffering he’s gone through is in the past, that he is confident and open to those around him.

But then Clementine and AJ show up, and Louis grows close with both of them. They had immediate chemistry upon first meeting, he was the one who looked after AJ since it seems like everyone else saw him as a little terror, and he went out of his way to be kind and make them comfortable.

When they go hunting with him, Louis and Clementine have a moment after taking care of the walker where they lower their guards a bit-- Louis gives her more in-depth reasons for his views of survival, and going off her expression, it gets to her and makes her think.... but they’ve know each other a day and he’s not quick to infodump his life story or let her in, so he cuts the conversation short.

Then we have the Marlon confrontation scene that I have gone over so many times in the past. I won’t dillydally with it too long but..... Clementine appeals to Louis, who curls in on himself because of the control Marlon has on him. He wants to help, and hell, he knows this is wrong but he’s so used to not getting involved that he gets defensive.... plus, he’s known Clementine for two days, and he’s known Marlon for 8+ years.... he wants to believe Marlon but you can tell he doesn’t want this, either. It takes Clementine talking to him to give him courage to stand between her and Marlon’s gun and it’s a lot.

AJ shoots Marlon and everything goes to shit, and Louis is a goddamn mess. His best friend was murderer right in front of him, so add that to the trauma list, and he’s overwhelmed with all these feelings that again.... they keep getting invalidated by Violet because “Marlon was a liar and murderer, therefore you shouldn’t feel bad about his death. Get over yourself, Louis, you can be such a shithead sometimes.”

Oh yeah Vi, I guess he should care more about two people he’s known for a total of two days rather than for the safety of the people [including you] he’s grown up with and cared about for 8+ years.... makes sense.

So yeah, little to no support during this time. Alone again.

And just because I have to make this clear so no one gets a hair up their ass-- both Louis and Violet are wrong here. Kicking them out isn’t the solution, but neither is acting like AJ was right to commit murder just because it was Marlon.

But plots gotta plot, so they get voted out and you can see that Louis is conflicted about the whole thing. He wants them gone, but at the same time, he knows what kicking them out means. You can see it on his face that he’s not okay with kicking them out. He’s hurting when he’s there in the dorms telling them how the vote went... he literally doesn’t know what else to do. He just knows that everything hurts, Clem and AJ caused it, and he wants the pain to stop. He even tries to justify it to himself by figuring that they’ve done this before so they’ll be fine. Not a great thing to say, Lou.

Anyway, we know the story, Clem and AJ come back and Louis once again sees the consequences of acting out of pain.... AJ is shot because Louis was hurt and he made a bad decision that he’s gotta live with.... something that he’s done before, and this affirms to him that he’s bad. He wishes he could take it back, and goes as far as to admit that to Clementine during the archery scene.

By the way, credit to him for his apology to her. It’s rare in these games that Clem gets a genuine apology from someone who hurt her and doesn’t turn around to repeat the hurtful behavior, y’know? Plus, I can think of plenty of characters who owed Clem an apology in the past or if they did apologize, it was half-assed.

You can feel how conflicted he is with this whole thing-- learning who Marlon really was and what he did, feeling something for Clementine before everything went down and not knowing how to handle those feelings afterward, caring about AJ and understanding why he thought shooting was the best choice but still hurting that his friend is dead....

And the thing is.... Louis forgives her for so much, as she does him, and through all of that bullshit, they manage to develop that strong connection that turns romantic. Louis lets himself be fully vulnerable with her and is honest about his feelings, how she listened when no one else did and seeing him for more than just the persona he put on.

This works on Clementine’s side, too. Clementine has been through her own fair share of bullshit-- trauma, abandonment, loss, injury, you name it. She’s made mistakes, done terrible things, and has been in enough groups to know that romance usually ends in heartbreak.... and yet, she’s willing to open herself up to Louis and admit she feels a lot for him.

Is it a little rushed? Yep. Could it have been handled better? Of course, most things this season could’ve, but what we got was pretty good.

So Clementine and Louis are romantically involved now, the raiders attack, and she saves him... and boy does Louis feel guilty about that one, too. He feels bad enough that he questions why she would pick him because he can’t fathom his life being worth saving over another’s. He doesn’t see himself as useful, and even though Clementine is literally his girlfriend at this point, his self-esteem is so all over the place that he can’t understand why she would have him at her side.

And when Clementine tells him that he’s too important to her, he’s too baffled to even give a response. He looks at her in disbelief like he wasn’t expecting her to say that. But this shows that at the beginning of their relationship, he still doubts himself, and through her working with him, he begins to build up that strength in himself.

He becomes brave enough to share what got him sent to the school with her, and he plays Don’t Be Afraid for everyone at the party and like.... for once, everyone is listening to him. Really listening to him. They’re not talking shit about his musical skills, they’re not ignoring him or the feelings he’s putting into the song, they’re sitting there with him and I just..... if you watch him, you can see that his eyes get pretty glossy throughout the song. The moment meant something to everyone.

There’s also the fact that Clementine asked him to come with her and AJ onto the boat, and to be the one in charge of the bomb... that’s a huge responsibly and he feels the pressure of that. He starts to panic a bit about if he can do it, because what if he fucks up? What if he gets them caught and makes everything worse? What if something happens to Clementine and he can’t do anything about it?

She’s there to reassure him that she believes in him, and that he can do this. They’re going to get everyone back, and he needs to focus... then he asks her to slap him which why would you? that’s dumb, so Clementine smooches him instead and like.... he physically relaxes into her because he’s comfortable and trusts her in this situation.

Also, he loves her and cares about this mission enough to cover himself and his fancy jacket in walker guts.... sure, he complains while doing so but how else is he gonna cope with rubbing rotten guts on himself to blend in with a herd of walkers?

Skipping ahead so that we’re not here all day, I wanna talk about the walk back to the school because it’s one of the most important clouis moments in the game and a huge reason that solidifies why the comic is bullshit.

Louis went off on his own to go out and find them. He didn’t know where they would be, he just knew that he had to go out and find them after making sure everyone was okay back at the school because he couldn’t bare the thought that he had lost them. And the way the AJ gets so excited to see him? and the group hug??

At this point, Louis has grown so much as a character. With Clementine by his side to support him, he’s grown stronger and more reliable. Remember how he never thought about the future? Well, now he is because his relationship with Clementine has given him a reason to long for a future. He talks about building this imaginary house with her, one he knows they can’t physically build... but it’s his way of saying we can build a home together, that he wants a future with her and AJ and everyone else. It’s such a personal conversation that flows so easy between them. Louis is more comfortable talking to her about things from his past, which is something he didn’t want to do back in ep1.

He confides in her how he’s feeling after he shot and killed Dorian, he tells her that having a home means protecting it and I just.... it’s so good, okay? And from Clementine’s side, you can feel how at ease she is with him, too. Just the way she smiles at him as they’re walking? like he’s the cutest thing and she’s so happy to have him with her?

But then we gotta deal with Minerva’s crazy ass on the bridge and well, AJ shoots Tenn and Louis is having flashbacks to Marlon and it’s not great. That’s a whole thing, and he ends up separated from them while escaping.

We don’t get to see Louis’ reaction to Clementine getting bit and losing her leg since I guess that puts a damper on the overly happy ending. But, going off of what we know about him and what I’ve explained [which isn’t even all of it, this isn’t a full Louis character analysis. if it was, it would be much longer and in multiple parts... believe it or not, I’m trying to not make this too long and only sorta failing...] we can get an idea of how he would react.

Um, to say he was upset is an understatement.

Because remember, he had no time to think and climbed over the fence, thinking he could get them to climb over and they could get away, but it didn’t work. He ended up leaving them in order to save himself since walkers were closing in on him.

But you know that he’d blame himself for the bite. A lot of, “if I had just stayed” and “I should’ve climbed back over, I should’ve stayed with you.” I’m sure there were points where it looked like Clem wouldn’t make it and I can’t imagine how much hurt he went through watching her suffer and heal from losing a leg like that.

Not only that, but knowing that AJ was the one to do it? And him thinking about what Clem’s death would do to AJ after all this? There isn’t a doubt in my mind that Louis would take care of AJ if she died. He cares about AJ, and he loves Clementine, so he be there for both of them, even if he’s still hurting from Tenn’s death.

However, Clementine didn’t die. She survived the bite and amputation, and when we flashforward, she and Louis are still happily together. Louis is right there next to her at dinner, and he’s the one to help her with her crutches. He’s there to go over future plans to meet the traveling caravan, and Clementine wants him to be the one to go.

Oh, and Louis once again forgives AJ for shooting Tenn, claiming that he understands that AJ saw something that he couldn’t. Like with Marlon, he’s not happy Tenn’s dead but he can see why AJ did it to save his life.

I just..... happy ending. Clementine and Louis are together and she’s truly happy to have found a home for her and AJ with him at Ericson.

....But then the comic thought it would be fun to say “nah.”

The comic isn’t canon, I’m still insulted that it would ever consider itself as such, but even so I can’t help but feel so frustrated about how this would destroy Louis.

He finally found someone he would consider his best friend, not just his girlfriend. She saw past that funny man persona and he trusted her enough to let her past this wall he built around himself. He let himself become vulnerable around her, he named his song after her. Their initials are carved into his piano with a heart surrounding them. He loved her.

Clementine left him feeling loved, something he probably hasn’t truly felt since he was a little boy with his parents before their divorce. She loved him even after hearing his past because she knew that wasn’t him anymore, and she helped him build the confidence he needed to step up. Because of Clementine, Louis wants to enjoy every day while also looking at the future. He isn’t lonely anymore, he has her and AJ. He’s truly happy.

So to tell me that Louis would wake up one morning only to have AJ tell him that Clementine’s gone, she’ been planning an escape without telling anyone because she wasn’t happy...? I’m sorry, but if you think that wouldn’t leave Louis absolutely devastated, then you know nothing about him as a character.

This idea is just.... look, Louis is perceptive. That’s a big part of his character, he’s perceptive of those around him. If Clementine was showing signs of being unhappy or depression, he would see it. He would notice a change. He would be able to tell if something was off, and he would ask her about it. Louis is the type of person to ask you what you need. What can he do to help? What do you need to feel better? And if you don’t know, it’s okay, he’ll help you figure it out in any way possible.

Plus, the comic suggests that there are times where she went off on her own but came back [probably doing her escape prep ugh] and you expect me to believe that Louis wouldn’t notice that or wonder what she’s doing? Wouldn’t sense that something’s going on?

After she’s gone, he’s going to blame himself for not being enough. He couldn’t make her happy and he was a fool to think he ever could. AJ lost the only family he’s known since he was born because Louis couldn’t help her, couldn’t do anything to stop her from leaving.

And for him to realize that she didn’t love him? Clementine, the girl he thought the world of because of how strong and confident and in-charge she was, because she saw him for who he was..... she left him, abandoned him... and she couldn’t even be bothered with a goodbye.... that says that she didn’t care all that much about him in the end.

You KNOW that he would think he had this coming, too. How could the universe allow him to fall in love and be happy with someone who loved him back after what he did to his parents? He would feel so heartbroken that he would see this as some sort of karma for breaking up his parents happy marriage as a kid years before he ever met Clementine and before the apocalypse.

I fucking can’t.... I don’t have the words to fully explain how much I hate this. Louis wouldn’t be okay afterward, and I doubt he’d ever fully recover. I wasn’t joking when I mentioned before that Louis would stop playing piano. How could he sit there and play when I he can see is their initials and remember the night she confessed to him? When he named his song after her? Clementine left and took the music with her because Louis wouldn’t have it in him... something that he used to cope would be ruined and that’s just.... it’s fucking awful.

Not only that, but now he has AJ who I assume is hurting just as much [though the comics inaccurately assume he would just let Clem go sooo... yeah] and he would be the only one Louis would really talk to about it, but then again.... what if AJ doesn’t wanna talk about it? What if AJ starts to act out and things just become terrible and Louis is just too overwhelmed?

I just.... UGH. That’s how I feel. UGH.

Clementine from the comic? Not her. She would never fucking do this to Louis, AJ, or anyone else at Ericson, and you would know that if you played the tfs.

Sigh.... sorry, I just needed to get this all out. I haven’t seen anyone talk about how Clem leaving would affect Louis and I’ve gotten some asks/come across some posts about Louis that have left me incredibly annoyed.... well, I was annoyed before because of the comics, so my annoyances with those things were only heightened. So yeah... I wanted to talk about Louis’ character in hopes of explaining why he would be so hurt if this comic was canon.

Which it’s not. So it’s fine.

How are we all feelin’ at this point, by the way? I know I’m not the only one still annoyed with the comic, so I hope y’all are doin’ okay. Hope you’re stayin’ chill and thinking about your faves to help cope with this mess hahaha

#twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg clouis #twdg aj #twdg marlon #twdg violet #clouis #twdg #sometimes i just need to talk about louis okay #one day i'll do a full character analysis that goes over everything #but today isn't that day #long post

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DEAD POETS SOCIETY: Costume analysis and Historical Context (Part One)

Part Two - Uniform & Non-Conformity | Part Three - Casual Wear, Chris & the Play | Part Four - Cultural Aesthetics & The Struggle for Individuality

Look, this is a long, long post I put together throughout this week as an insomnia project. Actually, just think of all my long posts as my version of Gansey’s mini Henrietta model in trc. Useless passion projects.

Opening Scenes

The opening shots establish the context of Welton. We are shown a Mother fixing the uniform of a young boy. However, this is not quite the expected display of maternal fussing, it is the perfecting of a performance, and this is conveyed through costume.

The mother is only visible by her gloves as she straightens her son's tie and collar. This focus on formal dress emphasises a level of detachment in their relationship as there is no skin-on-skin contact (something promoted for new mothers and their babies).

This is reinforced by the accompanying dialogue, "keep your shoulders back." Immediately, all concern for the student is centred on the presentation of his uniform as a representation of both his family and his school. Thus, the Welton uniform is shown as restrictive. It is a symbol of both the expectations and the weight of tradition which is impressed on the children required to wear it as they learn to uphold the inherited image of excellence.

There is no individuality amongst the students in this assembly. As the camera pans over the Chapel we are shown hundreds of almost identical boys in a sea of black blazers, white shirts, and striped ties.

The Procession

The tone of tradition - the first banner to be held up to the camera - is set by the details of the ceremony, notably the use of Catholicism alongside Scottish (and potentially Irish) culture.

Most modern Catholic schools in the US were founded in the 19th century (like Welton in 1859) to accommodate the increase of Irish immigration to North America. Most schools at this time were Protestant, and in 1852, the First Plenary Council of Baltimore (a meeting of archbishops & bishops) aimed for every Catholic parish in the US to open its own religious schools.

These institutions were considered a fundamental method of preserving the values threatened by anti-Catholic bills. They formed close communities with the parents (whose financial contributions were essential) and alumni (representatives moulded by their values). For this reason, tradition and discipline became key features of these schools.

I find it interesting that the Welton procession is led by students in traditional kilts (part of both Irish and Scottish heritage) who play 'Scotland the brave' on bagpipes. The headmaster, Mr. Nolan, has an Irish name meaning 'noble.' These hallmarks of older (and primarily Catholic) cultures add to the oppressive weight of history felt in the Chapel setting.

This general atmosphere is then visually broken down to focus on how it affects the main characters.

Cameron holds the first banner with 'tradition' which highlights its relevance to his individual character arc. He is arguably the one who struggles most with his relationship to tradition, ultimately falling back on it for a sense of safety after Neil's death.

The next poet in line is Knox holding 'discipline.' Knox's main struggle is achieving a balance between two unhealthy extremes. He declares, 'I've been calm all my life," before gaining the courage to ring Chris, and this reflects the rigidity he's always known. However, his supposedly romantic storyline highlights how Knox abandons all necessary self-discipline as he learns the freedom of Carpe Diem.

Finally, is Neil with 'excellence,' foreshadowing how trapped he becomes by his reputation as a model student, and by the expectations of authority figures. This is consolidated at the end of the ceremony when Nolan says, "we expect great things from you this year," and Mr. Perry replies, "he won't disappoint." By jumping in to reply for his son, Mr. Perry asserts his authority over Neil while also showing that his son's achievements are (in his view) inextricably tied to his own.

'Honour,' the final banner, is not held by any of the dead poets. This indicates that none of the main characters feels a sense of honour in themselves, the school, or its traditions and values.

The Teachers

Each teacher wears full academic regalia, a long black gown with a coloured hood denoting their subject of study. This strict adherence to academia indicates the prestige of Welton Academy and the high standard of education that its individual staff has received.

Keating and McAllister both wear white around their necks to signify the study of the arts and humanities.

Nolan also wears a medallion to signify his status as headmaster. This is often an element of formal dress worn by college presidents, which shows Nolan's connection to the Ivy Leagues (where he boasts many of his students attend). Mr. Nolan also has velvet around the neck of the gown to signify a doctorate.

Each teacher also has a coloured trim on their gowns that I can't find the official meaning of. Some staff, like McAllister, have a matching hood and ribbon trim. Others, like Keating, do not as his hood is white and the ribbon trim is purple.

Historically, purple has been a colour reserved for the clothing of royalty or those with power and wealth. In modern history, purple began to be perceived as a colour of creativity and wisdom. By dressing only Keating in subtle hints of purple, this introduction to his character hints at the leadership and wealth of knowledge he provides for the dead poets.

Keating is also shown in a light purple shirt during class, which I mention in part two.

I do also want to note (for the purpose of Keating as a queer-friendly figure) that purple is a colour that carries significance within LGBTQ+ history and literature:

Violet

The flower is mentioned frequently in Sappho's fragments and has been used as wlw code

During the 1920s, 'violet' was a slang term for lesbians

Édouard Bourdet's play 'The Captive' (1926) was censored for its lesbian themes, including a female character sending violets to another female as a symbol of her love. There was a trend in Paris of people wearing violets on their lapels in support of Bourdet's play

Lavender

The derogatory term 'a streak of lavender' was used to describe men whose masculinity did not match social expectations, hinting that he may be a homosexual, known as a 'lavender boy'

In the 1970s, sapphic feminists, such as Rita Mae Brown, wore t-shirts with the slogan 'The Lavender Menace' as a protest until they were admitted to mainstream feminist circles. This was a response to the well-known feminist author, Betty Friedan, claiming that lesbians were a 'lavender menace' who would undermine feminist efforts

The Lavender Scare

A lesser-known branch of McCarthyism under Senator Joseph McCarthy, most well-known for his anti-communist 'red-scare.'

McCarthy led a very public campaign to rid the government of 'communists and homosexuals' who were considered to be a threat to morality and to national security

Thousands lost their jobs despite a subcommittee investigation concluding that there was no evidence suggesting gay or lesbian civil servants had been blackmailed into betraying state secrets

Purple and its developing association with queerness

The invention of synthetic purple dye in the mid-nineteenth century caused the colour to become widely available. Historically, the colour had been expensive due to its source from a species of snail found in modern-day Lebanon. Until the 1850s, it had been a colour reserved for royals and the wealthy

In the late-nineteenth century, purple clothing became highly fashionable due to its new availability and novelty. As the movement of Aestheticism arose, purple became a popular colour amongst the Aesthetes who many deemed effeminate, or associated with Oscar Wilde and his 'purple hours' of drink and relations with men. Thus, purple began to be associated with a subculture many queer men participated in, and eventually with the queer community

Sources:

(My A-level American History course)

Catholic Schools in the US: here and here and the Plenary Council

Anti-Catholicism in the US: here and here

Academic Regalia: here and here

LGBTQ Flowers

The Lavender Menace

The Lavender Scare

Lavender as an LGBTQ symbol

The history of purple dye

#CO posts #dps costume analysis #dead poets society #dps

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Emilia's Holodiary- Running Away

Fandom: Star Wars Legends (Darth Bane Trilogy)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, murder

Emilia Omek is abandoning the sinking ship that is The Brotherhood of Darkness no matter what she has to destroy to do so.

Inspired by Dialogue prompt #194 (linked at the bottom) from @peachieprompts

“And just like that, you’re running away…” The voice hissed behind her.

Em turned, her hood being blown back by the dry wind. The rainy season had ended on Ruusan and with the dry season both sides of this pissing contest they were calling a war were readying to make their final moves. She wanted no part of it.

She eyed the tall, pale figure, curling her lip in an overt show of disgust as his bony fingers adorned with jewel encrusted rings. Qordis had never sat well with her.

“I’m not running. I’m abandoning a sinking ship,” she spat. “Just because you’re too blind to see what’s in front of you doesn’t mean I am,” she added and began to walk away.

“I did not dismiss you, Emilia,” he hissed, making her stop and turn once more.

“You speak as if you are my superior,” she replied, arching an eyebrow. “I thought we were all equals in the Brotherhood of Darkness…” Only silence answered and she strolled closer. “But we aren’t are we? The weaker will always be below the strong. But you know that and you know where you stand. You pretend to be strong and powerful, but really you’re just a simpering, lowly peon that will be begging for scraps at the feet of whomever rises to power no matter what.”

Even over two feet taller than her, he seemed to cower as the Dark Side rolled off of her in waves. At the Academy she had never fully dropped the veil. She had always hidden herself. Flown under the radar. Always being just good enough to get through. Just good enough to keep the attention of those she needed to learn from, but now all bets were off. With a flex of her hand the thin frame of the Sith Academy’s headmaster rose into the air in front of her and his bony hands clawed at his throat.

“You are nothing,” she said. “Anyone who follows Kaan so foolishly is nothing.”

“Don’t kill me, please!” he gasped, true fear flashing across his pale face.

“Mercy isn’t our way,” she reminded him, recalling the first lessons she was taught within that ancient pyramid.

She reveled for a moment in his fear and pain, drawing strength from it before his body went limp and she dropped him to the ground. The feeling of eyes on her drew her attention to behind her and she met the eyes of a hulk of a man stepping out of Lord Kaan’s communications tent. Another from the Academy. Bane.

They stared for a long time at one another, neither saying a word regarding what they had both just witnessed. Without a word, Em called the rings on the fallen Sith Lord’s fingers into her hand and pocketed them. He nodded to her. She nodded back. No words needed to be exchanged. The unspoken agreement of I’ll stay out of your way if you stay out of mine was struck. Em turned on her heel and walked away from the encampment, intent on using the chaos of the distant battle to her advantage.

Taglist: @kurocommitsacrime

#ficlet #my ocs #emilia omek #em omek #lord qordis #guest appearance by #darth bane #Em's holodiaries #oc prompt #writing prompt #em's writing #star wars #star wars legends #darth bane trilogy #the old republic #new sith wars

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OKAY so like, i decided to make another profile for yuuko cause i felt like i rushed the other one so 😶

Anyway here’s more info about her :3

Credit goes to @unfinished-projects-galore for the template.

Yuuko “Yuu” Matsuda

CV: Maaya Sakamoto (JP), Alexandra Yastishock (ENG)

A magicless student who was transported to Twisted Wonderland for unknown reasons. Appointed Prefect of the abandoned-Ramshackle Dormitory by the Headmaster. For the time being, Yuuko masquerades herself as a male student, going by the name “Yuu Matsuda”.

“Pens used as wands? That’s new. Oh! I didn’t mean to say that out loud!”

Info:

Age: 16

Birthday: February 10 (Aquarius)

Year: 1-A (First Year)

Student #: No.9

Height: 165cm

Hometown: ???

Dormitory: Ramshackle

Occupation: Student, Prefect

Twisted from: Mulan, Alice

Unique Magic: None

Fun Facts:

- Dominant Hand: Right

- Best Subject: Magic History

- Worst Subject: Alchemy

- Favorite Food: Omelet

- Least Favorite Food: Bitter Melon

- Dislikes: Lying to herself

- Hobby: Daydreaming

- Talents: Writing, Photography

Personality:

Yuuko, or Yuu, Matsuda, is a reserved and curious person, who constantly speaks to herself out loud and even to others when thinking. She loves learning new things, and as such, has a fascination with Twisted Wonderland to learn more about it. Unfortunately, that curiosity would often lead her into perilous circumstances.

As Yuuko lacks in having magic, she would have to strategize and think carefully, especially in situations that could expose her gender. When provoked, she attempts to show resilience and would rather immediately escape unnecessary conflict rather than get caught up in it.

Yuuko is empathetic and as a result would constantly choose to place others needs before hers—but is constantly reminded by students such as Ace and Vil to think more about herself for a change. There is a strength to her empathy though, as she’s able to understand Malleus’ struggles of loneliness with her own, despite the differ in circumstances.

Background:

In her childhood, Yuuko has always had an overactive imagination. When stressed of of living to her parents expectations, she copes through daydreaming—of “living in a world of her own”.

As she grew up, Yuuko attempts to live up to society’s expectations of her—from getting good grades to participating in dance competitions, but the stress left her insecure of her own abilities, and contemplates daily if her accomplishments mean anything. Thus, she goes back into her daydreams to escape the turmoil she feels, and expresses her struggles by writing it down.

Fortunately, her family isn’t remotely strict, and Yuuko shares a deep empathy for them; understanding the reason that they want her to accomplish great things in life. Because of that, Yuuko dislikes not only lying to her parents, but also to acquaintances and friends that trust and care for her.

Trivia:

Yuuko’s love for writing initially came from when she was young, where dreaming up imaginative stories was a pastime to do. As she grew up, writing became a way for to put her personal feelings down.

When it comes to Alchemy, Yuuko writes notes for it on her arm due to difficulty memorizing ingredients for brewing various potions.

During her time at NRC, Yuuko found an interest in photography and chess other than writing.

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #twst #digital art #twst mc #still a bit iffy with tumblr posting ^^;#i lost so many braincells doing the shading but it was worth it in the end 😤#myart

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mrkcore · 3 years

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𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 - 𝐡.𝐫𝐣

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: huang renjun x reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fairy(faerie)!renjun, human!reader, academia aesthetic, royalcore, medieval setting

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you meet renjun one night. from that time on, you wait patiently for him every night.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): none

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: talking to the moon - bruno mars

𝐚/𝐧: renjun fic because it’s his bday :3 (i researched a lot about faeries and fairies, but none of them fit the concept i planned, so i kinda just merged some stuff i saw, so this probably isn’t the most accurate, and it is fiction so yeah) i tried to be a lot more descriptive in this one (cuz i’m really bad at that), so pls gimme feedback that would really be appreciated tyvm <3

a part of @nakamotocore‘s cliffhanger collab!

(comment here to be added to the taglist!)

another day has come to the end. you’re finally back in your room, sitting at your desk, trying to finish the work you didn’t finish from your classes.

you sigh. even after lighting all of the candles in your room, you’re still feeling unmotivated to continue your language work.

so you pull up your mythology textbook, and take a sneak peek at tomorrow’s topic: fairies.

“fairy, also spelled faerie or faery, a mythical being of folklore and romance usually having magic powers and dwelling on earth in close relationship with humans. it can appear as a dwarf creature typically having green clothes and hair, living underground or in stone heaps, and characteristically exercising magic powers to benevolent ends; as a diminutive sprite commonly in the shape of a delicate, beautiful, ageless winged creature dressed in diaphanous white clothing, inhabiting fairyland, but making usually well-intentioned intervention in personal human affairs; or as a tiny, mischievous, and protective creature generally associated with a household hearth.”

reading on, you’re slowly feeling your eyes droop, tiredness flooding your system. before you know it, your eyes close and bring you to a quiet slumber.

something is tickling your nose, and more is tickling your arm as well.

did you forget to close your window? or is it the dust from your shelves coming to haunt you for not dusting them for over a month?

you get up drowsily, trying to find the source of the disruption.

your candles are still lit, but it’s still dark outside, so it’s probably not morning yet. you turn around to grab the shawl you discarded on your bed, and put it on.

you reach out to close your window, but to your surprise, there’s a boy. sitting on the ledge of your window.

and he has wings, sparkling transparent wings.

you’re in awe. from this angle, the moonlight shines just right for his beautiful wings to glisten as they flutter.

you don’t realize, but you’re slowly walking towards him. your body gravitating towards the strange but stunning creature.

he hears the floorboard creaking underneath your feet, and turns around to look at you.

you’re shocked by his appearance.

he’s heavenly. his round, gentle doe eyes are iridescent, sparking while he’s staring at you. dainty, plump, parted lips, and a button nose. you’ve never seen anyone’s features as pretty as his.

“oh, you are awake now.” his mouth turns upwards into a smile. you’re baffled. “i hope i was not the cause that woke you, how did you rest?”

the creature turns around and flies right next to you. you instinctively sit down on your bed, and he follows suit.

“i-, i slept well?” you answered hesitantly. you check your watch discreetly, displaying the time, 1:35 am. the boy–or being, sitting besides you catches the action, and leans in to view the interesting gadget.

he scares you a little bit, and you quickly scramble to put it back into your pocket. he looks at you with great curiosity.

you wonder if he’s ever been in contact with humans before.

“so uh, what is your name?” you try to strike up a conversation now that you know he is able to speak.

“i do not really have one, but you can call me renjun.” he beams. “and you? what should i call a beautiful lady like yourself?”

you’re blushing with how polite, charming, and poised he is.

“my name is y/n.”

and that’s where it all began.

renjun came to your window every night when the moon comes at its brightest. it became part of your routine, and thankfully you didn’t have a roommate, so you stay up every night just talking to him.

for some reason, your lack of sleep did not affect you as much as you thought it would. the headmaster, teachers, maids, they always told students to get a full night’s rest so you’d be at your fullest learning capacity. but you’ve never felt better. you never asked what renjun was, it never came up during your late night discussions. you knew from his appearance that he was somewhat like a fairy, but you never asked him about anything, even though you were always curious.

renjun’s sudden arrival into your life made you feel so bubbly and warm every single day. all of the girls in your class have noticed, so has your homeroom professor.

“y/n! y/n!” they called to you during lunch break the day after your first encounter with renjun. “you seem so happy today even though we had an exam, what are you smiling so brightly about?”

you wanted to keep him as your little secret. so you just smugly smirked at them.

“none of your business.” you bite back before turning around to walk away.

they all squealed.

“it’s a boy!”

“definitely a boy.”

“nothing else would be as exciting!”

whispers went around the classroom, and the girls were happily gossiping amongst themselves. your teacher even giggled a bit when she thought the class wasn’t looking. your classmates ask every single day, but you don’t cave. still pleased with the spectacle you’ve stirred up.

but it’s true, you’ve been much happier. strolling the school grounds with a skip in your step, a cheerful mood during class every day, and finishing your homework (renjun insists you do it before he visits so you are free to talk).

you’re so excited for your late night chats with him that you rush to your room to finish your work for the day. surprising all of your teachers of your newfound burst of productiveness.

you feel over the moon.

until he disappeared.

renjun stopped showing up at your window one day, out of the blue. no explanation, no nothing. it’s not like you had any other form of communication with him. so he completely went off the grid. leaving you by yourself.

for the first week, you didn’t accept that he just left. so like usual, you patiently waited for his arrival with the moon shining brightly.

but he never came. for weeks and weeks, you’d wait to no avail of his presence.

you know he’s somewhere out there. somewhere far away. you want him back.

your neighbours think you’re crazy.

sitting at your open window, staring at the moon, and barely getting any sleep.

but they don’t understand.

no one had ever listened to you as attentively as he did. no one cared to listen to you talk about your hopes and dreams, how your day went, what colour you found the prettiest (if you were wondering, it is green, renjun’s wings are a pretty light green), what pastries you enjoyed stuffing yourself with, your comfort book, no one.

he’s all you have.

so like a hopeless, smitten, lovestruck girl, you sat quietly with the cold breeze blowing into your room at night from your window.

weeks go by, and you’re still waiting for his visits. at night, when the stars light up your room, you sit by yourself, talking to the moon. trying to get to him, in hopes he’s on the other side, talking to you too.

you’re feeling like you’re famous, the talk of the town.

your bright spirit you had before was gone, and you kept your head down at day.

everyone was talking about how you got dumped, or got your heart broken by the boy you were head-over-heels for. they say you’ve gone mad; yeah, you’ve gone mad.

but they don’t know what you know.

‘cause when the sun goes down, someone’s talking back.

around 3 months later, you’re sitting at your desk, finishing work. you look up, and suddenly, the moon starts lighting up brighter, flashing.

you’re in disbelief, did the moon just, blink at you?

then, a shadow of a figure with wings appears, and waves at you.

that familiar figure, renjun.

was this renjun reassuring you that he hasn’t abandoned you?

this ignites that spark inside of you. not thinking rationally anymore, no longer somber, you instantly get up to scramble to the window to sit down.

while you’re speaking, the moon blinks, as if he’s talking back.

so again, at night, when the stars light up your room, you sit by yourself, talking to the moon. trying to get to him.

until that stops too.

the moon stops responding to you. no signs of anyone, and the moon looks more dull than before.

you wonder to yourself, “am i a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?”

you still stay up to mindlessly talk to the moon, in hopes he’s on the other side, talking to you too. does he ever hear you calling? ‘cause every night, you’re talking to the moon, still trying to get to him.

then, one night, you fall asleep again.

trying to study for your project, your mythology textbook is still open. you don’t mean to, but school has been tiring, and you couldn’t help it.

but you wake up to the familiar tingling sensation on your arm. you open your eyes, and see renjun’s gaze on you. head rested on his hands, with his arms on your desk.

is this a dream? you feel faint. is this really happening? was he really in front of you?

your eyes roam renjun’s face desperately. his eyes, his hair, his moles, his nose, those kissable lips. all the same like you remember.

“you’re awake.” he says. “i’m sorry i was gone for so long, i had some complications and was unable to travel.”

renjun smiles, apologetically.

“i’ve missed you, sweetheart. how have you been?”

your eyes zoom in on his lips.

“kiss me.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. renjun seems surprised as well.

“sweetheart, are you sure you want th–”

before he even finishes, you crash your lips onto his.

they’re as soft as you imagined. his lips taste sweet, like the nectar of the beautiful flowers in your school gardens.

he deepens the kiss, and you let him. feeling over the moon.

when the both of you pull away, things go back to normal. renjun is diligently listening to your rambles, and you’ve never felt better.

when the moon starts to disappear, you realize it’s time for him to go.

“you should probably go home.” you said, sadly. “you said you had some important things to do, so i must not distract you from your work.”

“oh sweetheart,” renjun chuckles. “but i’m already home.” he says with a eerie smile that makes you stop.

“pardon me?” you reply, slightly terrified by his change in tone.

“you heard me little human,” he licks his lips menacingly. you flinch when his hand travels up to your face to caress your cheek. “i’m already home.”

tears are flooding your eyes as renjun’s fingers grow longer into claws and he wraps them around your airway.

“you humans think you can just come into our homes and destroy our land, families, our lives.” he growls. “YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM US.”

renjun screams, his hand forcing you to look at him. his eyes are no longer the soft doe ones you knew, filled with rage and hurt as he poured his emotions onto you.

“now we’re taking it back.” he snickers. “this stupid building you built upon our old home, it will be gone.”

his hand squeezes tighter on your neck and you’re quickly losing consciousness.

“and we’re starting with you.” renjun taunts, his normal hand coming up to your face to caress it again.

“it’s a shame thought,” he shrugs, seemingly defeated. “i kinda liked you.”

he drops you on the floor, and you’re gone.

tears still flowing out of your eyes as renjun walks out of your room.

“unlike the fairies, faeries are considered to be evil, horrid, and mischievous creatures. the faeries are evil, unfriendly, and cruel spirits. the faeries are a bit dangerous also. humanity destroying most of their lives, they seek revenge to take back what once was theirs.”

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