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April Fools (Sex Pollen) ~Principal Larissa Weems x Fem teacher!reader

The Sex Pollen troupe is always so fun, and I hadn’t seen it with Larissa Weems yet so here ya go…

Here’s part 2 btw 😉

Mommy…Master List

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, eating out aka oral sex, overstimulation, desperation, sex pollen, etc.

1.5 words

Enjoy (;

It was April 1st and you had just finished your last divination class of the day. On Fridays, you only had morning classes, so you were free for the rest of the afternoon and day.

You considered yourself extra lucky today, because you hadn’t been the target of any April Fools Pranks and were hoping to keep that streak for the rest of the day. You decided that with your afternoon, you’d go down to the weathervane for a relaxing and warm drink. You closed up your classroom and made your way through the school.

As you were about to go down your final flight of stairs, you noticed Principal Weems tugging on her door in frustration.

“You alright there Larissa?” You called to her. Most of the staff were on good, first name terms and were friendly to each other. You immediately clicked with Larissa, the first day you met her.

Larissa looked back to find you with a look of puzzlement and concern on your face. “Ah no…” she began, slightly out of breath, “It appears my door won’t open…” She chuckled, “It’s probably some student’s April Fools Prank on me.”

“Here, let me see…” you offered, even though Larissa was probably twice as strong as you. You tugged on the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“Maybe if we try together?” You suggested, thinking how you could get this stuck door opened.

“Sure.” Larissa said. Now, you both tugged really hard on the handle and boom! the door swung open with a yellow-greenish explosion.

Larissa went straight through the foggy yellow mist and into her office, as you still stumbled backwards from the explosion.

“Wait Larissa!” You tried to stop her, but she had already gone into her office. You quickly got up and realized that the cloud from the explosion was gone. You entered the office, instinctively closing the door behind you.

The office was absolutely fine. No pranks.

“What was that?” You asked Larissa, who was still inspecting her office for possible pranks.

“I assume a students work. They must have created a trigger system for when the door opened that a bag of yellow smoke was to explode.” Larissa answered.

Content with her sweep of the room, Larissa sat down at her desk with a sigh.

You sighed as well, “Kids, I guess…”.

“Yes…” Larissa chuckled in response.

“Hey, I was gonna go down to the weathervane for a coffee if you want to join? Maybe you’ll escape any future pranks for the day” you asked her.

But you didn’t get a response from Larissa. You looked to her confused, and found her up from her chair with her hands on her desk as she was deep breathing.

You immediately became concerned, “Hey, are you oh… ohhh…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, as a warm flash hit you.

You grabbed the nearest chair for support. It was like a fire raging through your veins. Your heart race picked up causing a sharp turn to breathlessness.

“Oh God.” You winced, as the pain built, your clothes beginning to feel as if they were burning your skin.

“Fuck…” Larissa mumbled.

You looked up to her and found that she looked like to be in the same excruciating state of being.

Except she was definitely handling it way better than you were.

Now, you found that you couldn’t keep your eyes of her. What was happening?!

The thoughts of which you kept for your own private time began to invade your mind in vivid imagery. Images of you and Larissa. Images of you and Larissa doing extremely innapropriate acts for a boss and their employee

But your mind couldn’t help it. You knew you were attracted to her. Because damn was she a thing of beauty.

But you would never act on it, as that would be highly innapropriate.

Your dangerous game of thoughts were interrupted by an elicited grunt from Larissa. You then realized you had been staring at her.

She was also getting worse.

Her knuckles had turned white gripping the desk, like yours on the chair. You wanted those hands all over you.

Her breathing was erratic. You wanted those lips all over, marking you.

You could see her legs slightly trembling, nothing compared to your wobbly, already given out weak knees but still you wanted those legs crushing your head as you made that woman scream in ecstasy.

You wanted her so badly.

No, You needed her so badly.

Finally, Larissa looked up to meet your eyes.

Her eyes were glossy, filled with pain and desperation.

And that’s what did it. That’s what made you lose it.

Fuck…

You crashed into her desperately, your needy lips meeting hers.

This was wrong. It was a mistake. But you didn’t care anymore.

And you knew Larissa was thinking the same exact thing. At first, she hesitated to sink into your kiss and embrace, but it wasn’t long before she couldn’t hold on any longer and her mouth was fully on yours and her hands were desperately grabbing your hair, waist, face, just anything she could do to hold on to you, to quench her starved self and touch you.

You sloppily kissed her, eventually penetrating her mouth with your tongue, eliciting a moan from Larissa. You moaned in response as you both tongue fucked in the worlds most desperate and sloppy kiss.

Needing more, you pushed Larissa into her chair and straddled her.

She instinctively bucked her hips up to yours, and you began grinding down on her. Along with a heavenly string of moans, Larissa responded by kissing and marking your neck and shoulder. You moaned in response.

“I need more, please more…” Larissa whimpered through her moans of your grinding acts.

You looked into her lustful, fiery eyes and kissed her. Then, you unstraddled yourself from her, eliciting a whimper from Larissa’s lips.

You knelt right by her legs and began to roll up her dress. When Larissa realized what you were doing, she moaned and encouraged you with strings of begging off her tongue.

Eventually, you got her legs fully open and accessible. And in that moment, nothing looked more perfect and beautiful than the woman above you begging to to eat her fucking, wet cunt out.

You couldn’t help but oblige. You delved into her heat, lapping her up desperately. Larissa’s moans got louder and her voice more and more breathless.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum” Larissa mewled. You responded by attacking her cunt faster and harder. As she reached her climax, screaming in pleasure, legs crushing your head, hands in your hair, you lapped up all her juices greedily.

You helped her steady her breathing and gracefully come down from her orgasm.

You looked up to Larissa in desperation and whimpered. Larissa was quick to act and picked you up from the ground, kissing you hardly, making you the one moaning needily.

“Your turn…” Larissa whispered lustfully. She placed you on top of her desk and scrunched your skirt up as high possible.

Your hips bucked in anticipation and need, as she opened your legs. Larissa licked her lips at the sight of your dripping wet cunt. She spent no second waisted and immediately started exploring and tonguing your folds. A flood of delicious moans rolled off your tongue, as Larissa ate you out ferociously.

“Fuck please, Larissa…” you whimpered, “So good… ‘m gonn’ cum” you slurred out.

“Cum love, cum for me” Larissa begged as she added her finger to your clit.

You howled her name in pleasure as her tongue and fingers brought you over the edge. You’d never had had an orgasm before like that. It left you truly breathless. It left your legs harshly trembling.

You both slowly put yourselves together. Lastly, Larissa have you one more kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

Just as you parted, there was knock on the door. You gasped and quickly made your way back to the other side of the desk as if nothing had happened.

“Come in.” Larissa stated, as she sat down to pretend like she was doing something.

Marilynn Thornhill entered the room. “So sorry to interrupt Principal Weems, but it seems that’s someone has taken my Floraeamoreardere plant.

“You’re what?” You questioned, interjecting yourself.

She sighed, “It’s more commonly called the sex pollen plant. Its pollen is a highly potent, yellow dust which spikes the intakers sex drives up by like 1000%. I don’t know the exact math, but the point is that a student should not have something that powerful.”

You looked by to Larissa in shock, to see her face expressing the same thing:

Oh Fuck… That’s what had happened…

Marilynn continued, “I mean imagine what could happen if that was used on someone at the school!”

You bit your lip, trying to cover your smirk.

Oh you knew…

You both knew very well…

Part 2 here 😏

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superconductivebean · 6 months

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#782: Faculty Tower Breakdown

This one post is going to be small but very special to me. ^ ^

For quite some time, months I'll say, I've been wondering about how the castle's inside matches its outside. Where are the windows of professors' rooms? How to spot less obvious locations from outside the walls? Not at all a full comprehensive guide but still might be a helpful tip to the Slice of Life authors or anybody curious out there.

We'll start with a tidbit of my House — The Ravenclaw Tower.

The post has obnoxious amount of pictures.

Apologies for funny handwriting.

As you can see, the tower has floors for each year but only 4 of the 7 are accessible in-game. Floor plaques are also differently placed (6th year floor being reserved for the 5th year students) and you'd have to use imagination to fit in the bathrooms.

Ravenclaw Tower overlooks the Faculty Tower. Roughly put together, the most notable locations of the Tower are these:

To put it all into a perspective that is likely to be seen in-game: the view from an archway leading out to the Entrance Hall courtyard.

As you can see, first floor staff gathering could oversee the Quad courtyard through the erker— oriel window. Professor Sharp has one as well but his view might be obstructed and limited due to its height.

Here's what our lovely Potions master could see through the oriel window:

And here is what he could see through the other window:

Hogwarts is easy to navigate outside by its windows. Each location has different kind and form of windows — or non at at all but that bit is for another day (if anybody is interested in a little continuation).

The wall of five closely put triple lancet windows seen conjoining the Clock Tower is the passageway seen outside the Hospital Wing:

Windows of the Hospital Wing are also very distinct by the sheer size and match the ~30 degree angle of the outer wall:

With a little bit of Ansel magic, we can with all certainty tell that the Prefects Bathroom is directly underneath the Hospital Wing:

And is located on the same level as the lower part of the passageway to the Clock Tower.

Knowing this, we can go down the helix, that is around the centre part of the Tower, and found ourselves here:

Down the stairs are Sharp's private quarters (if you scroll up to the Quad Courtyard pictures you'll notice 'balcony'; I was referring to this place specifically) and the same wall Hospital Wing, Prefects Bathroom and the Faculty Tower Staircase are facing.

Here is the better show of the area outside:

and from the inside:

Sharp's windows:

Bits of magic again to better understand the room's placement; interesting thing to notice: 1) Sharp's fireplace doesn't have functioning chimney at all; 2) his art room is directly above his bedroom; 3) the lower oriel window is the Faculty Tower's hall, meeting hall? Whatever; those two out-of-place windows are the ones on the floor where you can find Professor Onai and Professor Ronen's rooms.

Speaking of which.

Rooms of said professors 1) don't have any windows, 2) share a wall, 3) and both share a wall to the corridor leading to Gryffindor Common Room:

If you remember, Professor McGonagall could hear Gryffindor partying behind the wall of her chambers. 🤭

Underneath the floor are Professor Fig and Professor Garlic's chambers:

A better look on the windows in professors' bedrooms:

If you think something doesn't add up on that wall, it is. The lower part isn't displaying the helix on the right correctly; the windows should've been following the curve of the stairs. I would attach the pictures proving it but only 30 are allowed per post so. .—.

Tags: @gufu-vire @thriftstorebabayaga @phinik-nonw @muzzzzle

I'm totally sane about this game. ^ ^

#днявочка #днявочка: hlegacy #днявочка: игры #hogwarts inquires #eng tag #hogwarts legacy #aesop sharp #eleazar fig

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harrysmmm · 10 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧

Fanfiction:The Relics of Hogwarts (CLICK THE LINK BEFORE READING THIS)

Draco malfoy x Y/N Riddle (f!reader)

A/N: I apologize for the wait but here it is!! This one was harder to plan, that's why there are a lot of scenarios and less writing for each of them. Hope the story is still coherent. You guys' support is truly shocking me, I'm so glad you like the story as much as I love writing it! Love you xxx

W/C: 3.5K

Warning 1: I changed some of the functioning of the horcruxes. Everything is explained in the chapter.

Warning 2: sexual content.

Taglist: @jay-isgay @butterflyreads

masterlist here

Every student was cleaning up their tables after having attempted to brew Veritaserum in Slughorn’s Potions class. The only student that had succeeded was once again Harry with the help of his annotated book.

Y/N was taking more time than usual. She was hoping to talk to Slughorn about the location of the locket, one of the relics her father asked her to bring him. She felt someone brush her shoulder.

“See you in the Great Hall.” Draco exited the classroom.

Shivers went down her spine, but she rapidly focused back on her task. There was no time for something, or someone other than the Professor that was at that moment cutting some leaves from a Mandragora. She walked towards him when someone intercepted her, getting Slughorn’s attention first.

“Ah! Harry… what can I do for you?” he asked the young boy, his eyes drifting off to her.

Harry turned around also looking at her. She knew then the conversation was meant to be private.

“I’ll be waiting outside,” she said, packing her things and leaving.

She sat down on a bench outside of the classroom, easily eavesdropping their conversation.

“The other day I was in the library, in the restricted section and I came across something rather odd about a very rare piece of magic – but it just got me wondering, are there some kinds of magic you’re not allowed to teach us?” Harry asked.

That was unexpected, what did he want to know?

“I think your question better be posed to Professor Snape.”

“Yes, hum… He and I don’t exactly see eye to eye Sir – what I mean to say is, he’s not like you. He might misunderstand.” That was the definition of cock sucking.

“Yes. No light without the dark,” Slughorn replied. She could sense he was troubled by Harry’s question. “So it is with magic, myself I who strive to live it in the light. I suggest you do the same.”

“Is that what you told Tom Riddle Sir, when he came asking questions?”

Tom Riddle. Riddle. He was really after the relics, like her father told her. But why was he asking about magic?

“Dumbledore put you up to this, didn’t he? Didn’t he?!” Slughorn snapped.

The Professor exited the room, passed next to her without giving her a look. Seconds later, Harry followed him, staring at her but without talking, left.

“I have to get his book.”

She was having lunch in the Great Hall with Draco. Blaise and Pansy had already eaten half an hour ago due to their schedule. She had barely touched her plate.

“The book is what is making him be at the top of the class, and he’s taking advantage of that to be asking sneaky questions to Slughorn,” she continued. “If I get his book, I’ll be the top student, and Slughorn will trust me to tell me about the locket.”

“Are you sure Slughorn knows something about it?” Draco wasn’t eating either.

“Yes, my father mentioned him in the dream. Slughorn knows well… and he’s a Slytherin, right? It’s got to be about the locket,” she added.

“Right, the dream… you’re starting to sound like Trelawney, you know that?”

“I know what I saw and heard, Draco. You’ve got to help me steal the book.”

“Good luck with that. He eats with the bloody book – I’m sure he also sleeps with it. Bloody psychopath,” Draco said with disgust in his voice.

“That’s right Draco, sleep! We will sneak out at night and steal it when he’s sleeping.”

“Last time I checked Y/N, we were Slytherins. We can’t go in the Gryffindor’s common room.”

“But we can make sure a Gryffindor does… with the imperio curse.”

“That’s one of the unforgiveable curses. How do you know about that?” Draco inquired, in a mixture of shock and worry.

“You’re not the only one doing research in the restricted section,” she pointed out.

“Aight… who do we pick?”

“It’s got to be a boy.” Both students looked over Harry’s table and both minds came to the same conclusion. “It’s got to be Weasley.”

“Yeah, that red-hair reject wouldn’t know the difference between Polyjuice potion and Pumpkin Juice.”

“It’s settled. Tonight, we’re doing it.”

Draco nodded. An interesting night was ahead of them.

Students were headed to their common rooms. The very last laughs and chitchats of the day were echoing in the hallways. Y/N had her head sucked in the transfiguration homework; her mind focused on something else.

“Won-won!!” a squeaky voice poisoned the air. “I’m gonna miss you so so much tonight.”

Ron snickered, feeling cringed.

“The hours I spend without you is like spending them in Azkaban, won-won.” Oh lord.

“That’s… intense,” the red-haired replied, still cringed by her.

They started making out in the middle of the hallway. Y/N thought that the only positive note of Lavender being with Ron was that the latter got to spend less time with Potter, which eased the task.

Draco, who was reading on the bench in front of her, stood up, walking towards the couple.

“Well, well, well… look who got a girlfriend,” he started saying. “Make sure he doesn’t pass you his traitor genes or else you will get little red-hair goblins with mildly dysfunctional brain cells.”

“You’re pathetic,” Ron replied, getting closer to him.

“Offended, Weasley? Take out your wand and fight like a true wizard. Oh wait, you’re not one.”

“That’s it, Malfoy. Lavender, leave.”

“But won-won.”

“Leave! This is between Malfoy and I.”

“I love you, Ron. You are better than him,” she replied, leaving.

“May the best wizard win,” said Draco.

The hallways were empty, except for the two boys and Y/N. They both took out their wands and got into duel position. Before they could count to three, Draco attacked.

“Imperio!”

A greenish smoke came out of Draco’s wand and went over to Ron. The latter breathed in the spell and in a matter of seconds his composure relaxed, and a half smile appeared on his face. Every thought was gently taken away - he was totally taken by the spell.

“We better hurry,” said Draco to Y/N.

She stood up from the bench. “Everyone is having dinner in the Great Hall, let’s send him now.”

´They both started walking, pushing Ron from the back, the latter completely taken by the spell.

They arrived at the Gryffindor’s common room, luckily not intercepting with anyone of their year that could suspect something, seeing no other than Draco Malfoy walking with a Weasley.

“Ron, listen to me,” Y/N said.

��“Yes, mommy,” he replied.

Draco chuckled.

“Not funny.” You looked at him.

“A little bit,” he replied.

“We need you to take Harry’s potion book without being seen and bring it to us. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Go on then.”

Ron got in the common room. Draco and Y/N waited a little bit further from the entrance so it wouldn’t be suspicious if someone saw them.

A few minutes later, Ron appeared again with the book.

“It is the one,” Y/N said, leafing through it.

Draco took out his wand and pointed Ron with it. “Obliviate.” Ron didn’t move but all his memories from that moment would vanish once the Imperius curse would be lifted.

ྀ࿔

“Merlin’s beard, Miss. Diggory. It’s perfect, once again!” Slughorn said.

Y/N had become the top student in Potions with the help of the book. Slughorn was enamored with her, rapidly throning her as his pet.

“Go on people, clap at your classmate for her brilliant work.”

Everyone started clapping, Gryffindors with less enthusiasm.

She peripherally looked over at Harry, who was sharing some thoughts with Hermione. She knew they were talking about her, but she didn’t care because he couldn’t prove she was the one that stole his book. In fact, she would never bring the book to class, learning all the brewing process the night before, and taking with her the next day her usual, normal textbook.

“You are all dismissed.”

´Students started packing their things. Y/N went over to her brewing table and did the same, joining Draco at the entrance. Someone intercepted them outside.

“I know you stole it.”

Draco and Y/N turned around, seeing Harry standing up with Hermione and Ron.

“Steal what, Potter?” asked Draco.

“The book,” he replied looking at Y/N.

“What book?” Y/N replied.

“Why did you steal it? I don’t think it’s just got do with grades, has it?” he continued.

“You’re delusional, Potter,” Draco said.

“I didn’t steal anything, and I don’t like to be accused with no physical proof.”

“Harry was at the top of the class and when his book disappears, you become Slughorn’s favorite student. That’s more than enough proof,” Hermione added.

“Jealous you’re not the best, Granger?” replied Draco.

Hermione looked at Harry. “Let’s just go, Harry. They won’t admit it.”

Harry kept staring at Y/N but eventually listened to Hermione and left.

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The Three Broomsticks was very busy that day. It was a snowy Saturday of December and Hogsmeade was the perfect place for older students to decompress from the academic week.

The pub had a rustic tone to it and it served the best butterbeer Y/N had ever tasted.

She was sitting down alone on one of the tables close to the wall. She wasn’t expecting anyone because she was there for a reason. It had come to her attention that Slughorn would always come at that time of the day to the pub – it was the perfect moment to fraternize with him.

As if she had conjured the devil, there he was entering the room. She waved at him.

“Miss Diggory, what a pleasure to see you. Enjoying this snowy day with a hot drink?”

“Yes Professor, hot chocolate for me.”

“Wonderful! I will take one of those too,” he said, his gaze focused on various tables to try to discern some known faces.

“You can always join in, Professor. There’s plenty of seats left.” She was hoping he would say yes.

“That’s very kind but I see Professor Flitwick at the counter looking rather lonely. I thought it would cheer him up to see me. Also, when I’ve drunk a few butterbeers I even become funny!”

“Of course, Professor, next time then.”

“I am in fact hosting a small soirée with some predilected students. I would be really glad if you could join us, next Thursday afternoon.”

“I would be honored.”

“Well then, see you sooner than expected Miss Diggory!”

Well, a door had closed but another one had opened. She kept drinking from her hot chocolate, her now warmer hands tightly holding the mug, half-covered by her Slytherin jumper.

Someone got in the pub, the bell hanging from the door piercing Y/N’s ears. A bleached boy walked towards her.

“You too here?”

“No, I’m in the Great Hall,” she said, trying to be sarcastic.

Draco didn’t reply to that.

“I’m doing it now.”

She understood right away.

“Who did you choose?”

Suddenly, someone else entered the room. A Gryffindor girl waved at Draco. He waved back.

“Katie Bell.” And just like that, he got up and walked with her to a separate room.

ྀ࿔

“So tell me Cormac, do you see anything of your uncle Tiberius these days?”

No more than fifteen students were sitting down at a round table, having dinner in Slughorn’s company. Y/N was pensive, not really interacting with anyone – her mind focused on Draco. After his plan to hand Katie the poisoned necklace failed, the latter had become far more anxious than before. She worried for him, but she also worried for herself, wondering that her plan might also be flawed as Draco’s was. She didn’t have to kill anyone, but she had to find not one but four historical, high-valued objects. That night was decisive for her.

The dinner ended up rather dull. She had to hear muggle stories about parents who fixed teeth and slopy comments from Slughorn about the school and the professors. Everyone started thanking Slughorn for the invitation and leaving the room. Harry seemed hesitant to leave, waiting for Y/N to do it in the first place, but seeing that she wasn’t, he also ended up thanking the Professor and exiting the room.

Y/N chimed a green hourglass.

“Y/N, I didn’t see you there. An intriguing object, isn’t it? The sand runs in accordance with the quality of the conversation. If it is stimulating the sun runs slowly. If it’s not-”

“I think I’ll be going then,” Y/N said, seeing the sand running slow.

“You have nothing to fear, dear girl. As for some of your classmates, well let’s just say they’re unlikely to make the shelf.”

“Shelf, Sir?”

“Anyone who aspires to be anyone hopes to end up here.” He pointed a shelf full of frames of different students from past years.

“Did Voldemort ever make the shelf, Sir?” She couldn’t resist herself. She knew so little about his own father, apart from his well-known acts. Had he been a good student? Did he have any friends? What was his favorite course?

“Why would you imply that?”

“Well, we just learned about the First Wizarding War, and he came in the picture. I was just wondering – academic purposes, you see.”

“It’s only natural, you should want to know more. But I’m afraid I must disappoint you Y/N. When I first met young Mr. Riddle, he was a quite old brilliant boy committed to becoming a first-rate wizard. Not unlike others I’ve known. Not unlike you” She knew it was a sensitive topic from eavesdropping Harry’s conversation with him.

“You see Sir, we also learned about the four relics of Hogwarts. One of them belonged to Tom Riddle for a while, didn’t it? Do you know anything about it?”

“Well, it technically never belonged to him. He declared possession over it, but the locket is part of the school, not a treasure to keep to oneself.”

“Apparently, once Tom Riddle stole it, it disappeared from the picture, but rumors say it’s still in the castle, and only the Heir of Slytherin can get to it. Do you know about this, Sir?”

“I do. I most certainly do. But it’s good old tales, nothing more.”

“But what if it’s not, Sir? Hypothetically speaking, if it was the case, where would it be?”

“Why so eager to know?”

“I’m writing a paper about it.” She only came up with that idea.

“Well, in that case, I could just imagine it would never be found, except if, well, the Heir of Slytherin, You Know Who, came to take it himself.”

“And if he did, why would it be that only him can take it?”

He turned around. “I assume you know about the language of snakes, Parsel.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, knowing that language is inherited but it cannot be taught to anyone else. We could say it’s in the genes. Only the Heir of Slytherin and his descendants know Parsel because Salazar himself spoke it.”

“So, to get the locket you would need to speak Parsel, I suppose.”

“Yes. Because of where it’s hidden – would be hidden, Merlin’s beard.”

“Sir, you said it’s hidden? You know about it?”

“Merlin’s beard, look at the time. You don’t want Filch coming at you with detention for being up this time of the night.”

“Please Sir, I just want to know, for academic purposes of course, where would the locket of Slytherin be hidden?”

Slughorn looked at her and didn’t speak for a few seconds. He finally gave an answer. “In the chamber of secrets, where else would it be?”

And just like that, she got the answer she sought.

Y/N had woken up Draco when she got to the dormitories. The locket had to be stolen that same night, and she thought Draco might know where the chamber of secrets was, as apparently it had been reopened a few years prior. They were both roaming in the hallways with once again the Lumos charm as only source of light. They got in the girl’s bathroom.

“It’s here” Draco said.

“Where exactly is here?”

“The bathroom. Well, I know the chamber is here, that’s all.”

“Okay, help me find a door or something that could seem like an entrance of some kind.”

“Accio chamber!” Draco waved his wand in an attempt to find it.

“Are you pulling my leg right now?”

“Had to try.”

They kept looking for over twenty minutes and nothing seemed to work or appear.

“How did Harry and Ron find it when they were twelve?” asked Y/N.

“Beginner’s luck, I guess.”

“They asked me.” A girly voice echoed in the bathroom.

“Who’s that?” you asked, aimlessly pointing your wand in case of danger.

A girl-like ghost appeared from one of the cubicles. She looked quite young.

“It’s me, Myrtle. Because you have flesh and blood you think you’re better than me, huh?” the ghost became aggressive. In a flash, she got really close to Y/N.

“I didn’t say any of that.”

“You were thinking it.”

“Do you know where the entrance of the chamber of secrets is?” intercepted Draco.

“I might.”

“Can you tell us where?” Y/N asked.

“I could, but I won’t.”

“Please, Myrtle” said Draco in a soft voice.

Myrtle softened her expression and giggled.

“I’ll tell it to you, handsome,” she said.

Y/N ignored her comment and followed her.

“It’s here,” she pointed a sink, “you must speak the snake language to open it. Do you know it?”

“You do, Y/N,” said Draco.

Y/N didn’t even know she could speak it until that very day. She focused saying “open”. It sounded English.

“I don’t think I can-”

All of a sudden, the sink decomposed itself, each piece of it opening, revealing a hole.

“Wow,” Draco exclaimed.

“I said open, it sounded English.”

“English? You spoke some odd words, Riddle.”

“Riddle?!” Myrtle exclaimed. “As Tom Riddle?!”

“Thanks Myrtle.” Y/N went down the hole without thinking twice. Draco followed her.

It was all dusty and humid, but only rocks could be foreseen. The two of them started to walk straight.

“You know, your daddy killed her.” Draco said.

“What?” Y/N replied, shocked.

“She’s a mudblood. When he opened the chamber, there was a beast inside. A basilic. One of the victims of it was Myrtle.”

“Because of her blood?”

“Of course. Why would it be for? She brought it to herself.”

Y/N didn’t reply not really knowing how she was standing on the matter.

They arrived at a door that had engraved an odd, antic face with a snake circling it. Y/N spoke parsel and the snake started to move, opening the door.

Once inside, the chamber of secrets resembled a majestic corridor, with snake statues at both sides. At the end of the corridor, a bearded face engravement.

They walked towards the corridor arriving at the face.

“Look,” said Y/N, “that’s it.”

A green emerald’s flicker was shining in of the eyes of the face.

“Brilliant,” whispered Draco, “and we grab it, just like that?”

“No. There’s something that happens when we touch it.”

“What is it?”

“Father just told me to be careful when taking it because it shows you what you most desire. You see, if you want to destroy it, your worst fear will appear in front of your eyes, and you have to face it. When you want to keep it safe, it shows you what you most desire, and you have to stop yourself from succumbing to it.”

“Well, what is it that you most desire?” Draco asked, curious.

Y/N looked at the locket and sighed. “I guess we’ll just find out.”

She started hiking on the face. When she got to the top, she waited a few seconds and then grabbed with her bare hand the locket. She fell down the rock, a gigantic dark smoke appeared in front of them.

“Y/N, you alrig-”

“Y/N, that night, when we were staring at the stars in the Astronomy Tower, I didn’t have the guts to tell you but, I love you. I have been in love with you since we were kids.”

Draco was shocked, looking at himself saying those things in the dark smoke. Y/N was laying on the floor, expectant to the scene.

Draco in the smoke started undressing Y/N. He lifted her shirt while she lifted his. Draco started kissing her like an animal, she was moaning, receptive to the contact. One of his hands got beneath her bra and started to take it off.

“Stop, please stop,” said Y/N, looking at Draco who was seriously looking at the scene.

A disgust made its way to his face.

“Make love to me, Draco. Please.”

“Stop!”

Y/N grabbed the locket and shouted. “I don’t want it!”.

The smoke vanished. The locket was held in her hand, still shaking and bloody from the scene and the falling.

She looked over at Draco. He couldn’t look at her. After all that time, that’s how he found out.

part four

#draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x y/n riddle #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #hogwarts imagine

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Me trying to understand Yuumori (help :'3)

So, in these days I decided to start re-reading Moriarty the Patriot (I'm at volume 4), since I was forgetting stuff. I love this series so much, the art style, the characters, the relationships they built (cough Sherliam cough cough).

Since I appreciate this manga so much (with all the mysteries and references to the original books), I want to understand a few things.

I had a few problems with some parts of the premise of this story. Maybe some of you know the answers to my questions so I wanted to ask you!

1) Liam overtaking the real William's identity

Maybe it's me, not aware of the noble system and their interactions at a young age, but... How is it possible that no one, NO ONE, questioned Albert's claim that Liam (I'm gonna use "Liam" referring to our fav Lord of Crime and "William" referring to the original one, that jerk) is William?

Wasn't there anyone who met the real William before? Anyone who clearly understood that Liam wasn't the real one? Really? Even if William studied at home, with a private tutor, that kid still went out, probably hanging out with other nobles' children.

Liam is completely different from William, they don't resemble each other at all so I don't understand. The fact that there was no explaination for this made it even more confusing. I can imagine infinite schemes or stuff they did to eventually quiet down those who could unveil the truth, but what really happened?

2) (Wil)Liam's age

If I'm not wrong, William was about to turn 13 when he died with his mother, father and the servants. So Liam, who became "William", was supposed to be that age or at least pretend to be. At the end of chapter one, we learn that there is a 13-years time skip, from those event.

If you look at the Yuumori's WikiFandom page about Liam, you can see he was 24 at the beginning of the story, meaning when he became "William" he was 11. But shouldn't he be (or claim to be) 26? He attended public school, in the real William's stead, after the mansion's fire (so he should have been of age for that). His students said he entered university at 16 became a professor at 21 (if I didn't mess up with the numbers). So my question is: did they fake Liam's age too and the information we have regards his real self, right? Does that mean that Liam was 14 and 19 when those facts happened? If so, wow! I'm impressed. If not, I'm confused (also, we know such a few things about his true identity; his personal data we're given generally refers to his identity as "William" so I wondered if that was the real or the fake age).

3) Louis and Liam are not twins but seem like they are

More than a problem or thing that I don't understand, I'm just asking myself "Why making them literally the same when they're not twins?". I swear, at first I was 100% sure that they were twins but then I noticed the ages don't match (just look at the info on WikiFandom pages: Liam is claimed to be 24/27 years old, while Louis 23/26). Also, if they were twins it wouldn't make sense that people didn't question the fact that Louis, the only supposed adopted child, was identical to the second son of Lord Moriarty (when they shouldn't be related by blood in any way, in the public's eyes).

An interesting thing about this is that if you look at the volumes' covers (not recent illustrations), there were some slight differences I didn't focus on before.

Liam has light blond hair and fire (or maybe blood ;3) red eyes, while Louis has more of ocher hair and red-brownish eyes (I just noticed that Liam is a bit taller than Louis). While in the anime, their colors' palettes are identical.

I wanted to highlight this, looking for someone like me who was confused about this. But since there are various unrelated characters that resemble each other (because of the art style), it's not a big deal.

There are probably many things I'm not aware of, so if you want to share what you know, I'm here, craving for more intels!

~°~

Thanks to everyone who tried to help me understand I'm less concerned about (1). Also, in chapter 9, as I was told, they explain a bit better the situation so finally I feel more at peace XD. THANK YOU ALL!!!♡

#yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #william moriarty #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #louis moriarty #albert moriarty #albert james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #mtp #sherliam #yuumori manga

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cheonsayang777 · 7 months

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Friends Part 2 (Renjun Imagine #2)

This is Part 2 of Friends, it is a story about Renjun who gets a new neighbor, she is an exchange student. They had one encounter and have slowly been taking an interest in one another. In part 1 they still haven't had a real conversation, they just have friendly interactions. She overheard a private conversation and now the two are trying to become friends.

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Two weeks later...

Two weeks had passed since you heard the conversation between Renjun and the building manager. There had been a few times where you and Renjun had run into each other and had minute conversations. Today was going to be different. You decided to leave the cat headphones at home and try to talk to Renjun.

Leaving your apartment walking downstairs you run into him with the intention of asking him for a friendly casual dinner. Smiling at him you say, "Hi Renjun, how's your day been so far?"

Startled by the brightness of your he replies, "Good. You seem in a rather bright mood. Y/N did something happen?"

You are trying to figure out how to talk to him. Being as introverted as you are, it was difficult and painfully awkward. Back home with friends it wasn't so bad, but meeting people you had just met in another country was not easy. Thinking quickly, getting right to the point you say quietly. "Will you accompany me to dinner tonight?"

Renjun was still struggling to comprehend this situation but remembered his promise to try to become your friend. Even though talking to other people outside of his friends was equally as awkward. "Yeah, what time should I get you?"

"Is seven fine?" You asked, surprised he agreed and that you made it this far talking in Korean, you had been studying Korean for two months.

"Seven works for me. Y/N is there a particular place we are going to?" He questioned, wondering at this suddenness to have dinner together. At this point the two of you were only acquaintances, nothing more.

"I can cook," You stated thinking of the instant Ramen, kimchi, and other convenience food products you had in your cupboards. After all, you didn't say you were going to make a Michelin star dish, just that you could cook.

"OK, Well I guess I'll see you then." Renjun said it more like a question then a statement.

You say by internally cringing at the palpable awkwardness between you two. It was difficult speaking in Korean for a long period of time for you, thus the headphones. You hurried out the door feeling your cheeks warm at the thought of having asked someone to dinner.

Renjun sighed at himself,he could have done a better job at the conversation, it was something he would have to work on before having dinner with you.

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You had all the food prepared, ready and waiting. Now all you had to do was wait for Renjun to show up. You heard a knock on the door, opening it you saw Renjun standing there. He was ten minutes late but with his work schedule at least he showed up.

"Dinner's already on the table, I wasn't expecting you to be late." You say as you stand back to let him in.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." He says as he follows you in. "It smells wonderful."

You both sat down at the table. The silence that fell between the two of you was one of awkward companions.

Finishing your cup of Ramen you sit back and look at each other, finally saying. "I know what my uncle told you, not surprising really for him to be worried over his niece."

Renjun's eyes widened, the building manager being one of your family members made more sense as to why he was worried about the new tenant. "So you know then that I'm trying to be your friend and he told me to look after you?"

"Yes, Renjun. I want to be your friend as well, after all it does get tiring being lonely all the time." You reply looking him in the eyes.

"Friends?" He asks, holding out his hand for you to shake.

"Friends." You confirm, placing your hand in his, shaking it.

After that night things became less awkward between you and you began to spend more time with each other only as friends as you promised. Looking after one another. Renjun helped you study your Korean, while most of the time getting off topic. But it was fine since you were comfortable.

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I'm sorry if this story is boring guys, this is my first time writing a fanfic. I hope it isn't too boring!!! Thank you to everyone who reads both Part 1 & 2 of Friends.

#nct dream #nctzen #nct #nct nation #huang renjun #renjun #friends #friendship #fanfic

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emylilas · 6 months

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Hello! It's your HEX gifter here. I've received your requests and am very intrigued by them. Before I start creating my gift, I have a couple questions- 1) I'd love to know more about how you see young Luna's characterization before she became Queen, ie. her time at Alfea. How did her and Farah become friends and then something... more? 2) In the pairings of Saul/Andreas, Beatrix/Stella and Luna/Farah, which of the pair makes the first move?

Awaiting your answers patiently, dear Hex-ee!

Hello !! ✨

I was SO pleased to receive your ask! Your questions are so good, I had to give it some good thought before answering, thank you so much for them!

Now that I’m done typing my answer, I realise the need to add a “read more under the cut” thing because lord did I get carried away! I’m so sorry, but thank you so much for the questions, it was a really nice opportunity to just think about all this! 😁

To answer your first question, I’ve always seen Luna as being a bit reckless and mischievous in her youth. In a striking contrast with the cold manipulative monarch she had to/chose to become. I love the idea that as she was crowned Queen of Solaria, the weight of responsibility and the imperative to play these political games represented a real rupture with who she used to be. And I’m not saying that she’s not enjoying these games or didn��t choose to follow the rules, she did, and if there’s one thing we know for sure about Luna it’s that she loves power. I just enjoy the idea that now, power is all she has because she had to sacrifice so much to get there (her past friends), she doesn’t know how to be anything else than the manipulative greedy control freak queen she’s become (hence her abusive relationship with her daughter).

Back to how I think she was before and not how she is during canon-time!

Reckless and mischievous, so, but only with those she trusts. She still has a reputation to maintain, and just like Stella is an extension of who she is, she was an extension of her mother, and I assume the obsession with keeping up appearances didn’t suddenly start with Luna. So, as a teenager, she had to handle being the perfect daughter, perfect student, perfect future heir, with her desire for more freedom and less burdening duties.

In my mind, she was pretty competitive, especially with Farah. We know Farah is a very powerful fairy, and it’s easy to guess Luna is too. When I was doing some thinking about their time at Alfea, considering what we learn about Rosalind in S2 and her teaching methods, I thought it would make sense if Rosalind had given both of them private lessons, using them against each other as she was feeding an unhealthy competition for her validation.

So, to me, Farah and Luna’s dynamic had to start with a rivalry to make sense with the scenes we had in S1 with Luna abusing her authority to prove Farah wrong (which truly felt like a 3 years old move, she was just missing the blowing raspberries part for it to be perfect!). Especially because from what we see of Farah, she’s very reserved, doesn’t trust easily (although that could just be the result of Rosalind’s years of abuse and she might have been super extraverted as she was younger…), has very strong opinions based on her core values, I can’t imagine a setting in which she could have enjoyed Luna’s company from the get-go. Or at least, her public persona. But as they’re facing Rosalind’s abuse together, they get to see another aspect of each other. They’re companions of misery, in some way, the only one they can trust to understand what it is like to be abused by Rosalind for the sake of becoming more powerful.

That’s dark though… I’m a bit of an angsty person, some could absolutely confirm this!

But yes, I think they became friends eventually, when they first tried to regain some power over their lives. You know, a bit as a fuck you to Rosalind. You tried to make us hate each other so you could use this hatred against us? Well, too bad! And from that point, they get to discover each other better, behind the surface of what is shown to the rest of the world.

But then, I don’t have an idea on how they might have fallen in love. Perhaps it happens just like that and eventually one of them realised it was more than friendship. I love the idea that their friends (Saul, Ben, Andreas, why not Rose) all knew and kept teasing them about it but they were two idiots stuck in denial.

And now, to answer your second question, before my answer to the first one was awfully long, I am VERY sorry about this but I’ve done a lot of thinking about Luna and her past. Just to give you an idea, I had a timeline that went back to her grandfather’s coronation in 1943 just so I could work out some details on her mother’s characterisation…

So, the second question ! I’ve been trying to decide which one of these three pairs is easier for me to start answering for a good five minutes now and that’s not going well.

I think for Saul/Andreas, it would most likely be Andreas because Saul and his “soldiers live alone” speech could hint at the fact he accepted this truth for quite some time and I can easily imagine him being 100% fine with just pinning in silence. Also because I think Saul would be a big overthinker and it could paralyse him more often than not, while Andreas seems more like an act first, think later kind of guy.

Stella/Beatrix, I can easily imagine something like they both prepared something for the other, for a big declaration, around the same time which will lead to them arguing over and over again about who made the first move. But it was probably Stella because behind Beatrix’s supposed self-confidence, we see how insecure she is. And Stella would probably go out of her way to make her feel loved. And even when she’s being a bit cheesy, Beatrix secretly adores it!

Which leaves me with Farah/Luna and, really, I have no idea. None of them strike me as being romantic in a cheesy kind of way so I don’t think any of them would make a big thing of making the first move. I just can’t tell if any of them would be shy about it, or bold, who would be brave enough to make the first move… I don’t think I can come up with something here!

After quite a long answer, I’d be really curious to know what your answers to your second question would be! 😁

Thanks again for the great questions!!

I hope you had/are having a nice day! ❤️

#winxsource #ftwsholidayexchange #you have to know my love for Luna is entirely based on the fact she's played by Kate Fleetwood #who should be crowned queen of playing complex villains (& of having intense chemistry with the women she shares the screen with)#Thanks for the questions <3 #I had a lot of fun!

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yorkshire-rockchick · 3 months

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Please can we know about your OCs, I've seen the odd mention to them in your fics on AO3

Oh, I love my OCs and can say so much about them.

THE PLAYERS;

Harry Winters - Goal keeper who moves up from the academy team at 16. Good frieds with Noah and Drew, boyfriend of Chloe.

Ezekiel Noah Gordon - Goes by Noah because he hates his first name. Came up from the academy. Plays as a right back defender. Good friends with Harry and Drew

Andrew "Drew" Cameron - A Scottish trans player who also went to the AFC Richmond academy. Plays as a striker and looks up to Jamie and Dani. Unofficially adopted by Paul and Tom.

THE FAMILY MEMBERS

Isabella "Izzy" Rosenfeldt - Anders girlfriend, later wife. They've been together since they were 15. You know the woman who hugs Anders at the end of the last episode when Richmond wins? This is her, I just made her interesting. She's half Spanish, half American. Her dad works for the US Government which is how she ended up in London.

Erin Reynolds - Paul Reynolds wife. They met at church and are the only Richmond couple to get married in a church due to both of them having a Catholic upbringing. Erin speaks Irish as a first language and didn't learn English until she was 16 when she decided she wanted to go to law school.

Olivia Catherine "Liv" Reynolds - Paul and Erin's eldest child. Named after her godparents. She is smarter than most children her age, likes hanging out with the team and calls them all her uncles. Based on the line "You told my daughter..." in series 2 when everyone has a go at Jamie

Emily Grace Reynolds -Erin and Paul's youngest daughter. Based on the line "What about sonograms?" when everyone has to delete photos off their phones.

Sophie O'Brien - Tom O'Briens wife. They met when Tom accidentally crashed his car into Sophie's. They get married after 6 months because they both like each other and they think it is a good idea. Sophie has a masters degree in chemistry and teaches at a private all girls school. She eventually gives up her job to focus on her PhD.

Pippa Kukoč (nee Edwards) - Sasha Kukoč's girlfriend, later wife. She is a nursing student who has a placement in the local Accident and Emergency department which means she sees a lot of the Richmond players. She is Jeff Goodmans cousin so he disapproved of her relationship at times.

Elizabeth - the fabulous creation of @orbitalpirate, she is a curvy goddess who is loved by Thierry Zoreaux.

Chloe Morgan - Harry's girlfriend. Knows nothing about football beyond what colours Richmond play in. Grew up in care so had a rough start in life. Rebecca offers her a job working for Richmond as a means to support herself and she loves it.

THE PETS

Spagetti the Corgi - Arlo Dixon's corgi. Occasionally looked after by Olivia Reynolds. Spagetti is a rescue dog, so everyone jokes Arlo is a rescue human after he moved in with Jeff.

Alfred Bumbercatch - Moe's cat. Alfred turned up one day and that was that. He is a Sphynx cat so Moe knits him a lot of jumpers.

Arthur the Rabbit - Tommy Winchester's rabbit. Arthur is spoiled and has free run of the house. Decan claims not to like him, this is a lie. Jamie laughs every time he hears the name.

Marshamallow McAdoo-Bumbercatch - Isaac and Moe's Pomeranian puppy that they get when they get married. Pretends not to like Alfred. Isaac treats her like a princess and it shows at times.

Cleo the cat - Jamie and Colin's maine coon cat. She is stubborn and only likes Jamie and Colin. She has been known to poop in the shoes of people she does not like.

Rocky the horse - Izzy's horse, brought for her by Anders after they found out they couldn't have children. Izzy swaps horse tips with Rebecca after Rebecca also gets a horse.

There are more OCs to be added, both human and pets but they are still in development.

#My OCs #Pets are characters too #You ask #I'll answer

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parragone · 1 year

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anyway it's... 7 AM? I'm awake for another 2 hours SO here we go

another one of my long-winded ramblings on characters I adore

today's flavor; doc and monty

team dads

no but on a serious note, they take care of each other. genuine care, without judgement or condemnation for each other's work ethic; yes, Montagne worries that his partner will one day work himself to an early grave, but he knows Doc worries the same for him. Their solution has been to care for each other and remind each other that they cannot protect everyone else if they themselves are broken.

Doc will happily listen to Montagne speak at length when they're in private, offer advice for the more stubborn recruits under Montagne's tutelage. Makes sure the mountain of a man eats, always takes the time to make sure he's slept enough and hasn't let himself get dehydrated. Rarely voices how he worries that one day someone is going to have a weapon stronger than his shield, and even when he does, it's never more than a brief comment in passing - never meant to pressure or lecture the man, because Doc accepts that Montagne knows his own limits well.

Montagne, on the flip side, will often spend hours in near silence with Doc in his office and simply share the space. Each working on what they need to work on, with Doc able to reach out and touch him at a moment's notice. He'll let the man fuss over him simply because he knows he gets to return the sentiment, even if it might be with a little smartassery in the process because he knows his partner too well. Rarely speaks about how he wonders when Doc's altruism will get him killed, and when he does it is only because he felt the last operation got a little too close.

Montagne and Doc are anchors for each other, reminders that they're still very much alive and real. Montagne has seen Doc at his worst, when he's questioning everything he's ever done and doubting if he's doing anything to make the world better, and he's loved the man all the same. Likewise, Doc's seen Montagne at his worst, when he feels as though he's failed to do his duty, when he's lost one of the students he's mentored and he feels as though he should have been able to prevent it. And he loves him all the same. They talk to each other, work through the worst of their days so they can see the best of them again.

When they were younger, it was absolutely a passionate and slightly wild relationship. Now that they're older, now that they're wiser, now that they've got more scars than they know what to do with? It's a quiet love, but it's a genuine one.

#doc #monty #doc/monty #r6s

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machifuwa · 2 years

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We Who Don't Learn | Epilogue 2

𝗝𝘂𝗻: GODDAMN ...There's something annoying about the fact that it's basically a ton of project, but sometimes student exchanges occur normally.

I felt like I was being completely and utterly driven by someone else's agenda.

𝗝𝗶𝗻: Haha. That's what this project was about in the first place. Especially in my time, it was hard to see the private side of idols.

That's why. When we show them the 'normal' side of us that they can relate to on programmes like this, they're overjoyed.

That's the secret to the popularity of the former "Bankara Academy".

It was one of the few places where we could claim that we're not gods or anything, we're human beings just like everyone else. People would love us even more.

The days of believing in a beautiful and precious God are long gone.

We're still learning, watching each other struggle through the mud and not losing our sparkle.

𝗝𝘂𝗻: You're saying such reasonable and good things but your drinking right now is ruining it!

𝗝𝗶𝗻: Eh~? Let me do my thing~ I've been on this project for too long, I'm out of alcohol, and I'm at my limit~

Ah and later, I'll ask the staff to put a mosaic on me.

𝗝𝘂𝗻: Don't show yourself in front of the camera talking like that! How much do you want to disappoint your former fans, Jin Sagami!?

𝗝𝗶𝗻: I'm just exposing the bare bones of me, true to the concept of a reality show!

It's always tough being an idol because there are so many more rules to follow than there are for normal people.

Even in the live-action adaptations of bad cartoons, they obey the legal speed limit and drink tea instead of alcohol.

It's a terrible deception, though. If we break it, we'll be out of the 'normal' in a bad way.

I'm still unsympathetic and never loved.

I'm a role model, and you guys can learn from that. Yeah. Here, have a drink.

𝗝𝘂𝗻: Banish this guy already! Seriously, why is no one taking this guy!?

𝗝𝗶𝗻: Haha. You guys might not understand this, but most of the people who are attracted to the word 'youth' are old people who have already gone through the process of youth.

I feel a bit sorry for you who have to waste your youth on an old man who just wants to be nostalgic.

I used to devote everything to my idol days. Family reunions, my silly but happy and joyful youth.

For me, my time at "Bankara Academy", despite all the deceptions, was a proper adolescence. I did a lot of stupid, normal high-school boys' stuff.

When I hear the word youth, I think of my time at "Bankara Academy".

Apart from that, I only have memories of school life, of acting like a manzai duo with Akiyan.

𝗝𝘂𝗻: Hmm. So that's how you usually felt about it, and that's why you were helping to organise the "Bankara Academy" this time.

𝗝𝗶𝗻: Yep. I'm one of those old farts everywhere who misses his youth♪

Times have changed. I'm sure you guys have a much healthier and more correct youth than we do, but...

I hope that the times you spent at "Bankara Academy" with people your own age, having a lot of fun, will be a happy memory of your youth.

Sensei will do whatever he can to make that happen.

𝗝𝘂𝗻: Don't say teacherly things as if you remember. Especially while drinking.

𝗝𝗶𝗻: Sorry for being a bad teacher~♪

𝗝𝘂𝗻: You may be a bad teacher, but at least let me believe that you are a respectable idol~?

Anyways, it's too bad my fucking father lost out after you kicked him down the road.

𝗝𝗶𝗻: It's just a matter of time. One thing I can tell you is that idols who are disliked by the brass and the staff don't make it big.

I'm not saying you have to sell your charms, but at the very least, you should fulfil the role you've been given. If you do that, you can usually get by.

I guess I didn't have any outstanding talent compared to others, but the fact that I was called a Super Idol was proof of that.

I've just been serious, dedicated, and kept up the act that was required of me.

𝗝𝘂𝗻: I'm really surprised of how convincing you are right now.

But that just means I don't have anything to worry about, right, "Sagami-sensei"?

I learned the skills of an idol and the etiquette of an idol from you.

So. I won't fail like you, I'll succeed like you.

So you gotta watch it, Jin Sagami.

𝗝𝗶𝗻: Ooh~! Good luck, good luck, lad♪

I'll be watching over your short and irreplaceable youth with pleasure.

That's how I'm going to enjoy the rest of my life as an idol.

Thank you everyone for reading my translation! It's my first time translating something this long but I'm really glad it turned out fine, thank you everyone for supporting me! I'll continue to post more translations in the future! Bankara Graffiti is such a good story. Can't wait for Kohakun to actually go to school tho~

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#ensemble stars #enstars #jun sazanami #jin sagami

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the-institute-rpg · 2 years

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➤ MEET SAWYER: 24, MASTER, HUMAN

Full Name: Sawyer Chambers Nickname(s): Sully (by his dad) Pronouns: He/Him Birthday: December 24, 1997 Age: 24 Status: Master Major: Finance Species: Human Special Powers: None Sexuality: Bisexual I am a: Dominant I want a: Submissive Turn-Ons: Marking, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, (receiving) body worship, mutual masturbation Turn-Offs: Scat, vore, roleplay/costumes, blood play, age play

➤ BIOGRAPHY

Sawyer and his mother moved to New York when the boy was only 2 years old. His father, her high school sweetheart left home without a word (at least that was what Sawyer was told) and Sawyer’s mother did everything she could to make sure her son would have no ties to the cowardly man, doing the necessary to give her son her name. While she finished law school, her son was raised by nannies, each of them complaining about how turbulent the young boy could be.

Catherine Chambers didn’t see it that way. Her darling angel never acted up when she was around, and it would always be the nanny’s fault.

She married a man she met at NYU, and they welcomed a child a couple years later. The newcomer didn’t precisely improve Sawyer’s behavior. The couple bought a house in Tribeca, and the kids were enlisted into the same private school: uniforms and seemingly strict rules. Sawyer was not exactly a huge fan of those, and his teachers would complain about him quite often. He couldn't sit still nor stay in place, he always had a wicked spark dancing in his eyes and a complacent smile plastered on his face… And he just had too much energy in him. But it was only when he ended up breaking another’s student’s arm by accident during football training that his parents began to worry.

The Chambers-Michaels household finally found solace when they found a way to wear him out that wouldn’t exhaust anyone else in the process.

Sawyer had always been quieter after football practice after all, and so, they signed him up to extracurricular classes. With track and field, tennis and swimming added to his schedule, it was true that he ended up being a lot calmer during the day.

The young man however still had a wickedness to him that wouldn’t let go, but a lesson had been learned: keep your parents’ reputation intact and they would let you be. With the well-groomed hair, the perfect swoop of it on his forehead, the crooked smile, and the impeccable aspect of his pale pinstriped blue shirts, there was no way to believe that a hellion might be hiding underneath.

With his good looks, his good family name, and his good grades, he attracted the attention of his female classmates. Topped with his athletic record, there wasn’t much separating Sawyer from a perfect life.

Yes, Sawyer liked to keep a polished image and thrived the most when his teachers, his coaches would praise his hard work. But Sawyer also lashed out on others, and his scape goats were guaranteed to have a bad time. Atticus Carmine had the misfortune of looking at Sawyer one morning he had been in a poor mood. He came to regret it for the years to come.

But what happened when intoxication peeled away the polish, wrinkled the shirts and blurred one’s gaze? This would be when Sawyer revealed himself, let people closer, let words slip out of his mouth with no restraint, speak his heart out, and let himself get tangled with people he seemingly despised.

It was once again a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Inebriated minds rarely come up with the right answers, but when Sawyer and Atticus explored one another's body that night, the young man realized something about himself he wouldn’t have dared to touch otherwise. They kept on meeting on sober minds, but their relationship deteriorated any time progress seemed to have been made, until inevitable goodbyes.

But what might have not caused him trouble as a teenager, took its toll on both his academical and athletic results by the time he finished his undergrad. It was inevitable: rarely had we heard that showing up drunk or hungover to an exam would guarantee you any success. But what his parents couldn’t stand for, was having their media teams make sure their son’s nights of debauchery wouldn’t end up in the paper one day.

Sawyer knew that he would once again be more discreet. His parent financed both his lifestyle and his education. Although he knew his mother would have never cut him off, guilty has she felt of depriving him of his real father, he also knew that his stepfather wouldn’t allow to see shame brought onto him by Sawyer. And so, when he offered to get his masters from a prestigious institute in the middle of nowhere, inaccessible to journalists, he knew he just had earned himself at least two more years of peace.

➤ PERSONALITY

✚ Persistent, charming, playful ▬ Arrogant, malicious, obsessive

➤ ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

Atticus Carmine

➤ FACE CLAIM & OOC INFO

Sawyer's faceclaim is Jacob Elordi. // Penned by Rowan.

#bio #all taken #taken human #taken master #sawyer chambers #jacob elordi #rowan #taken man

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arietttta · 1 year

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just gonna do the whole april tc challenge in one sitting (instead of homework for an unrelated class. lol.)

Day 1: Happy April Fool’s! Have you ever pranked your TC; if so, how did they react? on halloween last year (this was before my dumb ass realized i liked him) the entire choir hid in our rehearsal hall with the lights off a few minutes before class and when he walked in i said "play with us, 💎" in a creepy little-girl-in-a-horror-movie voice

Day 2: What is the earliest thing you can remember about your TC? apparently i met him when i was playing percussion at a choir performance several years ago but i have no memory of that. lmao. i do remember thinking his tattoo sleeves were cool when i met him on the first day of me actually being in one of his classes

Day 3: Do you like your TC’s subject? Do you consider yourself to be good at it? he teaches choir and private voice lessons and i am a voice major soooo... i fucking HOPE i'm good at it

Day 4: How do you feel about your age gap? i'm 26 so i'm not super young, but even then he's still twice my age. i've liked fictional characters almost three times my age before so it doesn't feel super weird, but he's definitely the oldest Real Actual Person i've crushed on

Day 5: Have you ever said anything to your TC that showed you favoured them? Have they said anything like that to you? he's one of the only teachers i've ever given multiple gifts to and gift giving is my love language (when i can afford it) so i think it's a bit obvious. he's pretty nice to everyone but he just seems to be extra considerate of my feelings and really encouraging to me, i feel like i might be a favorite 🙊

Day 6: Have you ever noticed any small habits that they have? If so, what comes to mind first? in another class i have with him, he tends to look around the room at each student when he's lecturing. sometimes we lock eyes and i feel my heart do a little flip

Day 7: What gift would you really like to be able to give them, regardless of if it’s realistic or not? gladiolus flowers. they're his favorite but they're expensive and not easy to find

Day 8: Does your TC ever talk about what it was like when they were still a student? oh yeah. he has a doctorate so he has lots of years of college to talk about

Day 9: Does your TC have a significant other? If so, what do you know about them and how do you feel about them? he has a boyfriend who is autistic and apparently likes to discuss geeky stuff with him. i'm not really jealous but sometimes i do think to myself "hey, i'm autistic and geeky too, where's my kiss"

Day 10: What is the longest time you have gone without seeing them? about a month (winter break) right after i realized i had a crush on him. it was a little rough. but man he's gonna be traveling for most of summer break and i probably won't see him for 3 months and i am trying not to think about that :(

Day 11: What do other people usually think about them? nobody else likes him romantically, but the other voice students really appreciate him and think he's cool

Day 12: Do you often make up excuses to speak to them? What kinds of excuses do you like to use? i don't really make excuses but sometimes if i have questions for him i will space them out a bit so i get to visit him in his office multiple times

Day 13: Other than the subject they teach, what are they really passionate about? doctor who (specifically 10. good taste), star trek, literature of all sorts, and english culture

Day 14: What is a skill you really wish your TC had? being attracted to me LMAO

Day 15: Which MBTI personality do you think they are? (cutting out the other part because i want nothing to do with that t*rf) i don't know a lot about mbti but i think we're both ambiverts. he's more of a thinker than a feeler but he's also very compassionate so that's a hard one to judge too. the other two i really cannot decide

Day 16: If you could go back in time and choose, would you still choose to develop feelings for your TC? if anything i'd choose to develop them earlier because i was in denial for months

Day 17: If it was the last time you would ever be able to see your TC, what is one thing you would never leave without saying to them? i love you. thank you for being so supportive and encouraging. you've changed my life and my personality for the better and i can't thank you enough.

Day 18: When was the first time you cried because of them? never cried over him but that last prompt got me a bit misty eyed

Day 19: How well do you think you know them? he's pretty open about certain aspects of his private life so i'd say i know him fairly well and if things continue like this i think i'm gonna get to know him even better!

Day 20: Do you ever lie to them? About what? i don't think i've ever intentionally lied to him but does physically restraining myself from saying lovey-dovey shit count?

Day 21: What is the longest time you have spent together with them? i think it's gonna be next monday because i have one class with him in the morning, then we're grabbing coffee between classes, then another class in the afternoon, and then a private lesson right after

Day 22: If you have had other TCs in the past (or right now), how are they similar to or different from your current (or primary) TC? he's the only major tc i've ever had. i was a little into my chem teacher in high school (he was older and scruffier than 💎) and i had a crush on a female teacher shortly after my bi awakening in middle school, but i absolutely was not this level of smitten

Day 23: Have you ever seen your TC in clothes they don’t usually wear? Casual clothes if they usually wear formal attire or the other way around? he's usually like, polo and jeans casual, but he wears a nice suit for our concerts and godddddd what a snack

Day 24: When was the last time they made your heart thump? today when we rescheduled coffee and he put it in his phone calendar to make sure he had no other scheduling conflicts this time

Day 25: How do you think your TC would react if you confided in them when you felt sad or stressed or anxious? that is literally the reason he asked me to coffee, so uh, that

Day 26: What is the best dream you have had of them? i don't think i've ever dreamt of him, not any that i can remember anyway

Day 27: What is the saddest/scariest dream you have had of them? see above

Day 28: Does your TC ever bring you up to other students/teachers that you know of? not that i know of (unless complimenting me in front of all my other classmates counts) but i wouldn't put it past him. god knows i bring him up to other people a lot

Day 29: Do you see them as being a romantic person? Are you? i mean he has a boyfriend so he must be at least a little romantic. as for me i'm definitely a romantic person but when i'm in actual relationships it has tended to cross the border into obsession so i'm staying away from dating til i can get that sorted out

Day 30: How have they changed since you two first met? How have you changed? he's really taken a liking to me. hehehe... as for me i've gotten significantly less shy and i've changed a lot of my bad singing habits. i like to think we've changed each other for the better

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tillerman1 · 1 year

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AUTUMN SONATA (word) pt.1

Autumn Sonata

a screenplay by Ingmar Bergman

translated to the word by Thomas Jester

PROLOGUE

VIKTOR: Occasionally stands I and look at my wife, without that she knows about my presence. She loves to sit there gone off corner window, just now think I that she writes a letter to her mother. Initial the time she came in at this here room said she: "This is good, here want I exist." We had only known each other some days, it was a bishops conference in Trondheim cum she was there as deputy for some church newspaper. We met at a lunch cum I told of the parsonage here out. She was so interested, I've dared propose that we should travel here one morning, as the conference was out. On the way inquired I her if she wanted (to) marry herself with me. She responded not, but when we step in of it here room turned her to against me and said: this is good, here wants I exist. Later its have we lived one good and still living here in the parsonage. Eva has naturally told for (sic-of) me about her earlier life. After the student exam read her at the university; engaged herself with a doctor and lived with him under several years, wrote two small books, became ill with tuberculosis, broke the engagement and moved from Oslo till one small town in southern Norway, where she started work as journalist.[sic] (looking in one small book) So here is the first of her books, I think so much of it. There has she written: "Man must learn himself to live, I exercise myself every day. The severe hurdle is that I don't know who I am, I grope blindly. If any love me as I am, dare I perhaps finally view me myself." (ends read) I would some only time want talk of for her that she is beloved without reservation, but I can none say it in one such way that she believes me, I lack the correct words.

EVA: I have written mail till mamma! May I read up it for you, or interfere I?

VIKTOR: No, nope come in and strike yourself down. We light the lamp. Now notice man indeed that it has been fall in earnest. Wait, I will just shut off the radio, it is an afternoon concert.

EVA: If you want wench out at the concert, mayst I after come back later.

VIKTOR: I want very freely that you read up some mail.

EVA: (reads) I was in town yesterday cum met by one event Agnes, who was in temporarily stay at her parents with man and children. She told how Leonardo had died. Dearest small Mamma! I understand probably how terrible this must feel for you. Agnes told too that you found yourself in Ascona on occasional vacation between two concert tours. I rang Paul and got track of the address. (pause) Presently wonder me if you would get lust to come here till us in Bindal for some days or weeks, precisely as you self want and can. For that thou not should be too frightened and immediately say no, must I say whether that the parsonage is very spacious. You have your private rooms, completely secluded cum all comforts. Here is already autumn, we have had some frosts, birches are yellow and reddish, we pick the last cloudberry of the mire. But storms delayed and yet remains many done mild days. We have a fine grand and you can practice as much you have lust. Would that not be good to avoid house on hotel any weeks? Dearest Mamma, say that you will! We will potter about you and spoil away you in all imaginable ways. It was why so awfully long since we observed. In October is one seven years! Dearest greetings from Viktor and your daughter Eva. [sic]

(Charlotte arrives earlier than expected.[sic] The clock is eleven in the morning when she queues up before the rectory's yellow range. Eva is right on the stairs between the floors. Through the window she sees, herself unseen, how the mother slowly gets out of the car, how she stops indecisively at the boot. A moment of immobility.)

EVA: (in the yard) Dear little mom, welcome. So funny that you're here, I almost don't think it's true. Now you stay long, don't you? God saw heavy bags. Do you have all your notes with you? How I'm pleased myself, now provides you me some lessons, that make you well! Mom little, what you look tired. But of course, the car trip was long understood. Viktor is not at home at the moment, we thought not you would come so early.

CHARLOTTE: I sat with Leonardo for the last 24 hours. He had severe pain, despite receiving syringes every two hours. Sometimes he wept, but he was not afraid of death, just crying because it hurt. The day went on and on was evening. Outward they were in the hospital doing construction work, they drilled and hammered and slammed, the sun fried, there were no blinds or awnings. Poor Leonardo, he was so embarrassed (be)for(e) that he smelled bad. We tried getting one other place only several departments were closed for repairs. On night silent alarm from the building place cum when the sun gut down could I uncap window. The heat was like a wall outside, right windless. The Professor came, he is an old friend till Leonardo. He sat in on the chair fore the pillow and said, that now was it not far left, that he would get a shot in a half-hour so that he would to sleep without pain. The professor patted Leonardo on the cheek and said, that he would go to a Brahms concert in the evening, but that he would look in after the concert. Leonardo inquired what they would play cum then the Professor spoke about how they would play the double concerto with Schneiderhan cum Starker asked Leonardo, that he would greet Janos that he wanted yield him his Coltermann-cello, that he long had thought of them. So went the professor cum a departmental nurse came in and gave Leonardo a shot. She thought that I should eat something only I was not peckish, I felt only ill of the smell. Leonardo asleep some minutes. When he the awake asked it myself to go out clock room. Simultaneously called he of the night nurse. She came immediately with a syringe. After some moments came her out to me in the corridor cum spoke about how Leonardo was dead. I sat with him all night. (pause) I thought through that he had been my friend for eighteen years, that we had lived together for thirteen years, that we never told each other one evil or sudden word. In two years did it that he would die, to it not existed any hope. As often I could, traveled I and greeted across him in his villa outside Naples. He was kind and caring and delighted to at my successes. We spoke and joked and played some chamber music(,)[;] he talked almost not all about his disease cum I would the not ask, it had he not liked on. One day looked it long at me, then laughed he and said: "Next year at the round time am I away, but I will always be with you in all fall, I will always think of you." It was the sweet told from Leonardo only he was gladly something theatrical. (pause) I can not say that I go around and pine. His death was both expected and overdue. One is clear that it feels plot any time then and then. But man mayst not dig down himself. (laughing) Think you that I have changed much in the here seven years as we not seen each other. Yes, I color hair see, Leonardo wanted none see myself gray-hairy, but else am self me like, think you don't? It here jumpsuit bought me in Zurich, I did enjoy something comfortable for me for the long car trip, I saw it in a window on Bahnhofstrasse, I went in and tried cum it sat perfectly cum it was astounding cheap. Think you not that it is quite good-looking?

EVA: Well fondest mamma, it is jolly good-looking.

CHARLOTTE: Now must I pack up, wants you forward me with the here bag, it is filthy, cumbrous cum I have such damn pain in the back after the trip.Think you that man could find a wooden quarrel to lay under the mattress, I must lie hard, as you know.

EVA: There is already a wooden slab under the mattress. That la[[y?]] us there yesterday.

CHARLOTTE: Wonderful. (rectifies herself) What is it, Eva small? Cry you. Yes, wait(,) now may I see. Are you sad? My small kid, are you sad. Have I said something stupid, you know how I talk!

EVA: I cry only for that I am so happy to see you.

CHARLOTTE: Now hugs we each other properly hard, just like when you were little. I only talk about myself self all the time, now must you share, dear Eva-small. Get regard at you. Are you not thinner right very in the last years, now sees me, you are not either glad, but then must you tell why you are sad, come so puts we us here, have you something against that I take a cigarette? How are you it really, small Eva?

EVA: I have it great. Very good.

CHARLOTTE: Liver you-all not very isolated?

EVA: We have some parish's working both Viktor and me.

CHARLOTTE: Yes, it is clear.

EVA: I play oft-times in church. In last month had (been) me one whole Music evening. I played and told of this I played. It was very successful.

CHARLOTTE: You may not forget to play something for me. If thou has lust understood.

EVA: That wants me gladly.

CHARLOTTE: I had five school concerts in Los Angeles in their Music Hall. Three thousand barn (children) each time. I played and recounted. You suspect not what success. But dreadful grueling.

EVA: Mamma, there is one thing I must tell you.

CHARLOTTE: Yes.

EVA: Helena is here. (pause)

CHARLOTTE: (evil) You should write it {till} (to) me that she was here. It is not correct for you to put myself in for the complete fact.

EVA: Of I had spoken about for you that she lived round would you not have come.

CHARLOTTE: I am sure at that I had come in all fall.

EVA: I am sure on to you not had come.

CHARLOTTE: Enough there not with Leonardo's death? Was it necessary to drag here poor Lena also?

EVA: Lena stays here later two years. I wrote till you to Viktor cum me certainly ourself for how matter Lena about her wanted nest here with us. I wrote till yourself.

CHARLOTTE: It some mail has I never got.

EVA: Nor also bothered you you weren't about to read it.

CHARLOTTE: (suddenly calm) Was that not one quite unjust accusation.

EVA: Yes.

CHARLOTTE: I cope none see her. Among any fall don't today.

EVA: Mamma purple! Lena is one wonderful person, she has only so badly to speak, but I have learned me understand what she says. I can be with and translate. Her longing so terrible for to get hit you.

CHARLOTTE: Lord God, she had it the so good on the where chronicler home.

EVA: But I longed after her.

CHARLOTTE: Are you sure upon that she has it better here with you?

EVA: Yes[,] it has her. And I have someone to take care away.

CHARLOTTE: Has she become inferior? I mean has she …? Is she …? I mean inferior?

EVA: That is clear that she be it worse. It belongs why together with the disease.

CHARLOTTE: Come then so walks we and greet with her.

EVA: Are you sure of how you want?

CHARLOTTE: (smiles) I think it is the fear's worth uncomfortable only I have no choice.[I find it terribly unpleasant but I have no choice.]

EVA: Mamma!

CHARLOTTE: I have always had severely with people who are unconscious of their motives.

EVA: Intends thou me?

CHARLOTTE: You can take it as you want. Now walks we.

CHARLOTTE: Lena purple. Presently are you get one hug and one kiss. I take your arms as here and add you them on my shoulders. I have thought of you often, each day.

Helena says something.

EVA: Helena says that she has pain in the throat and that she not wants infection down you.

CHARLOTTE: (kissing her again) Oh, I have well never been afraid for bacilli. It was twenty years then I possess the cold. What the discriminating room you have. And what views. It is like scenery as I have from my room.

Helena says something.

EVA: Lena says that I should take off her eyewear so that you can see her properly.

CHARLOTTE: I look you the in all fall.

Helena says something.

EVA: She wants how you should take her about the head with hands cum then will you look at her.

CHARLOTTE: Is the good so?

HELENA: Yes.

CHARLOTTE: I am so glad for how Eva manages about you. I knew the nothing, I thought you where left on the where home.[sic] I thought virtually health on you before I traveled. But so here is the course very preferable, not true.

HELENA: Yes.

CHARLOTTE: Now may we be together each day.

HELENA: (happy) Yes.

CHARLOTTE: Have you evil?

HELENA: No.

CHARLOTTE: So nice you are in the hair.

Helena says something.

EVA: It is till your honor, mamma.

CHARLOTTE: I'm currently reading one mighty good book on the French Revolution. If you want, I can read aloud for you. We can sit together on the veranda and so reads I for you. Would you like back that?

HELENA: Yes.

CHARLOTTE: And then can we take a tour per the car. I have why never been of them here regions.

HELENA: Yes.

CHARLOTTE: I have thought so much of you.

Helena says something and laughs.

CHARLOTTE: What says she?

EVA: Lena says that you must be mighty tired, and how you none need strain you more today. She thinks that you have been good.

CHARLOTTE: Has Lena no watch?

EVA: Yes[,] certainly! She has a clock on the bed!

CHARLOTTE: Here, Lena, should you get my wristwatch. I got it off a fan who thought I was bad on to mind the time. Eat Lena dinner with us?

EVA: No, I usually give her some home feed middle of [the day?]. She slims incidentally. As long she each at some hospital ate her right for much.

Helena says something.

EVA: Lena says that …

CHARLOTTE: Wait, I understood what Lena would say: There is a butterfly in the windows! Was it right?

CHARLOTTE: (alone) Why feel I me as if I had excitement. Why wants I only cry. So from idiotic silly. I should stand where ashamed. The is opinions. And so badly conscience. Always, always bad conscience. Had so in a hurry to come here. What imagined I me actually? What were the I longed after so desperately, fixed me none dared admit the for us self? Now takes me one shower-bath and late sleeping me one hour, in each case adds I me on the bed and snooze and late should I take with me something nice till the dinner. So that Eva becomes enforced permit that her olden mum is well maintained. There is no idea to initiate cry, o'clock is already over four. Damn also. There sat she and looked at me with their large eyes. I held her face between hands cum self felt how the disease jerked in her stacks' throat muscles. Damn also, how self not can uplift up her and wear her to my bed and comfort her as when she was three years. That there shattered soft body, it is why my Lena. Don't cry now for hell. The clock is already a quarter past four. I should shower as comes I on other thoughts. I cards of the visit. But four days should go great. The manages I. Later travels I to Africa as I originally had planned. It makes evil. Evil. Evil. Keep now. Do the evil in the same way in the Bartok Sonata 2nd movement. (hums and humming for to self) Yes. I have taken the bars right for quickly, the is clear. So here must the be: the prelude pam-pam and late comes the one small snake of torments. Slowly but without tears, for where available not longer some tears or has never found. So yes. If the here correct has the visit in the rectory in all fall had one certainly value. Now to[translated from Bing] I take my red dress cum this does I of rudeness, after which Eva thinks that I should wear something more suitable so here just after Leonardo's death. My body is the in all fall nothing wrong on. It is perhaps not so damn elegant[,] but it is one good and kind body. When I will till Africa should me - or perhaps I would trip till Crete and greet away Harold. (laughs) The certain is he a pig the good Harold only he prepares good food cum he vet how Man should live. I call him tonight, one does self, that should be nice after four hours' godliness. (suddenly) So am self so mean, self am why angry all the time. Eva and Viktor have so long as been please against me and shown that they are happy to have me here. And Viktor is actually one nice prick. It is lucky for Eva, a crybaby, that she has got one as pass nice fellow. Now should you see that the shower not functions either! Well[,] think that it did it.

EVA: This incomprehensible strange mother! You ought seen her when I spoke about that Lena lived here with us. You ought seen her smiling. Mayst you think you to she got together till one smiling, despite the surprise and the fright. And then when we stood outside the door to Lena's room: an actress before her entrance, insanely afraid but collected. The dissimulation was sovereign. Believe thou that my mother is completely emotionless. Why came her here intrinsically? What friend after her it by a reunion after seven years. How waited her to. And what friend after ME me. Ends Man never to hope.

VIKTOR: I think not it.

EVA: Ends Man never to be mother and daughter?

VIKTOR: Some do well there.

EVA: It is like a heavy ghost that suddenly falls over one when Man opens the door to the nursery since Man for long late has forgotten that it despite all is the door to the nursery. Think you to I is full-grown?

VIKTOR: I vet not what as opines cum to be full-grown.

EVA: That vet no self either.

VIKTOR: To be full-grown is well to can gloves with their dreams and hopes. Man longs not.

EVA: Think you.

VIKTOR: Man ends perhaps to amaze to.

EVA: How you look sensible outward with you seated there with your old pipe. You are probably wholly and some way adult.

VIKTOR: So believe I don't. Self surprises me each day.

EVA: Over what?

VIKTOR: Over you till example. Whether also having self completely unreasonable dreams and hopes. And someone sorts desire with for the parts.

EVA: Longing?

VIKTOR: I long after you.

EVA: That there are mighty beautiful words, is it none? I mean words that don't mean something real. I am bred with beautiful words. The order "pain" till example. Mamma is not cursed or miscalculated or unhappy(,)[;] she "feels pain." You have as well one mass such there vocable. Beside you is that well someone sorts occupational damage. If thou says that you long after me despite how self stands here middle towards you, so becomes I suspicious.

VIKTOR: You vet very well what I mean.

EVA: No. If I knew it ought you never arrive at the idea to say that you long after me.

VIKTOR: (smiles) That is true.

EVA: What proves that I am least equal wise as you, perhaps wiser, which in cum for itself no want say so much. Now should I go out in the kitchen and see to the calf steak. Mom has always thought that I am ill on that prepare food, she is one real guzzler, I have heard her talk one whole night with one American impresario if how man laws sauces. They were indeed excited both two.

VIKTOR: I think thou prepares -

EVA: Wonderful food. Thanks(,) my friend. I get not either forget to make decaffeinated coffee at my dear mamma. I have often wondered over for what reason she is sleepless. I think self vet the reason. If the woman sleeping normally would her vitality crush the environment(,)[;] her insomnia is natures own regulate for that get down it in fairly bearable proportions. (out, in again) Now to you see how nice she has made herself till the dinner. See only on the perfect trim as on one discreet way should remind us if to she despite all is one alone and grieving widow.

EVA: Dear mama, what beautiful dressing!

CHARLOTTE: Think you it suits me? I thought long that I not could have red only as one day met I my old friend Samuel Parkenhurst and he said(:) "Charlotte, I will just from Dior's fall viewing cum there had they a red dress that was yours entirely and direction." Me bad him get it and - it clothes me indeed. I am hungry as a wolf.

EVA: Hoping you will content. I have fried a calf steak. That usually you like of.

CHARLOTTE: Magnificent. Only to could eat homemade after all the hotel food.

VIKTOR: Yes, to we toast when. Welcome here to the rectory, dear Charlotte. Welcome of the heart, might you thrive and stay a long time.

CHARLOTTE: (in English[directly from the film]) Hello, is that you, Paul. Hello? Yes; no, no, not at all, we've just finished dinner. Yes, that's the way it is. In this country, you eat dinner at four o'clock. What? Another concert? Wait a minute let… no, you must speak up, I can't hear you. Well, the line is so noisy. Wait a minute, I have to get my book and… my glasses, [where the hell did I put them.] [back to Swedish] Eva, can you see if I've put my glasses on the table by the window? (back to English/film] Where are you? In Monte Carlo! What are you doing in Monte Carlo? Mind you don't gamble my money away. What? (Eva brings glasses) Thank you, Eva darling! [CUT FROM THE FILM (from Swedish: (business-like) Yes, it has I, but they should not think the so should go equally easy as last time. Greet them that for my part can gladly the fee be the same, excluding your commission and travel costs. Too should they stand for my expenses, that was expensive, I became practically taken ruined, also get one's permission to put its repetition so that it fits better. (looks in her calendar) I come from Munich; they may rehearse on Saturday and Sunday morning if Varviso insists on two repetitions. I will not rush life from me; the connections are abysmal; Man may sit at the different airports all day. …Now should you see] Now the old gal has the glasses on her nose. Here, let me see… Oh no, that's impossible! That's my time off, and you know that very well. No… no it's no good, I wouldn't dream of it. Here I have.. I have written free, free, free…. How much do they pay, did you say? Good Lord! (laughs) Alright, If they can make that concert on Wednesday, the 17th, it'll be alright. Ok. And tell them from me, that they have to fix a proper toilet behind the platform. Yes, so I don't have to pee in a flower vase. (laughs) Well, I don't care how baroque the castle is. In the 90's? Oh, well, Take care of yourself so you don't overdo it. Mm, and remember, we are not as young as we were. Yes, I love you, you know that. (hangs up) (back to Swedish) That each my agent, he is so cute. Nowadays am he my only friend in the round world. No thanks, no cognac for me, but gladly one small whiskey in front the evening's bend. Can I now not could help till with to a cloth off.

VIKTOR: We said why that we would spoil away you.

CHARLOTTE: (strikes herself down at the flywing [grand piano]) What fine old instrument, what nice sound. And novel true [newly tuned]! (playing something) Now am I really on good humor. I worried myself through unnecessarily.

EVA: What mean you, mamma?

CHARLOTTE: (with tears in the eyes) Yes, what believe you look gal? Understands you not that one felt worried to see you again after seven years. I was thundering scared and could not sleep on all overnight and with morning held me at to call cancel, if you would know.

EVA: But mamma then!

CHARLOTTE: Think you I am girth of tin. Thanks, gladly two sugar bits. This here decaffeinated coffee is indeed not fun only what makes Man when Man not sleeping. I see that thou holding on with the Chopin preludes. Want you not last kind and play anything.

EVA: Not now[,] mamma.

CHARLOTTE: Eva! Where not childish. Thou prepares me one big joy if you choose punt for me.

VIKTOR: Eva small, you said last in goes-before that you hoped that your mother would volition listen to you. Have you forgotten that?

EVA: If you absolutely want. But I am far from - I mean that round is only cheating and just non-technical. Self has not bothered me about the fingering that available in the here edition. That should I none clear.

CHARLOTTE: Darling! Now features we consulted probably with excuses. Manner running only.

Eva does Chopin's Prelude no. 2 in A minor.

CHARLOTTE: Dearest little Eva.

EVA: Is it everything you have to say?

CHARLOTTE: No, no, I became only so moved.

EVA: (bright) Thought you if it?

CHARLOTTE: I liked supposing YOU.

EVA: I understand not what thou mean.

CHARLOTTE: Mayst you don't play anything off the other. [sic?] Now that we have it so nice.

EVA: I would know what I did for error.

CHARLOTTE: You did no wrong.

EVA: But you thought not if my way to play just the here prelude.

CHARLOTTE: Where and one must have its own perception.

EVA: Sure. Just the. And now wants me ken din.

CHARLOTTE: What should it serve till?

EVA: (hostile) Therefore that I ASK if it.

CHARLOTTE: You are already evil.

EVA: I am sorry, for to you apparently not think the is while worth to speak if for me, how you self looks on just the here prelude.

CHARLOTTE: Well, if you absolutely want. (calm) Us ignores thus from the cleanly technical as not were so mad, despite that you well could have interested you one crumb more for Cortot's fingering, because it gives one particular help at interpretation. But for all some, we care us none about it the problematic, without speaking only about oneself the perception.

EVA: Well?

CHARLOTTE: Chopin is not sentimental, Eva! He is emotional but not sentimental. It is an abyss between sense and sentimentality. The prelude that you played speaks of restrained pain, not about dreams. You must be quiet, clear and severe. The temperature is pile fever, but the expression is masculine dominated. Views you round only the first bars. (shows and plays) It does hurt but I'm showing it none. So one short easement. But it volatilizes almost immediately and thus is the plague THE SAME, not larger and not less. The mastery is all the time total. Chopin was proud, sarcastic, heated, tormented, furious and very manly. He was thus no emotional bitch. This round second prelude must (be) played almost ugly. It may never become ingratiating. IT SHOULD SOUND WRONG, laboriously nor successfully fought through. So here thus, here should you hear. (playing paragraph one walk till)

EVA: I understand.

CHARLOTTE: (almost humble) Become not sorry for me, Eva.

EVA: Why would I become sorry(.)[?] Contrariwise.

CHARLOTTE: In forty-five years of my living have I held on with the here awful preludes. Where available still one pulp secrets, such I don't understand. But I will not give me.

EVA: Near I was barn admired self yourself insane. Late where I right tired of you and your piano in several years. Now begins I certainly admire you again, although on one other way.

CHARLOTTE: (sarcastic) Then is that why some hope.

EVA: (serious) Yes, for all share.

VIKTOR: I think that Charlotte's analysis is seductive, but Eva's interpretation feels more anxious.

CHARLOTTE: (laughs happy) For this opinion mayst Viktor one kiss!

VIKTOR: (embarrassed) I'm stating just what I think.

{in the movie, not in the script}

CHARLOTTE: Eva, where are you?

FOR EVA: Mom, I'm up here.

CHARLOTTE: I've changed, so we can go for a walk if you want. Is this the nursery?

EVA: Yes, this is Erik's room.

CHARLOTTE: Why would you keep it this way?

EVA: We have often talked about changing it.] I'm going here till the grave each Saturday. About the is mild as of evening sitter me one while here on the bench and sounds thoughts go as the wants. (pause) Erik drowned the day before he would fill four years. We have one old well on the yard cum some lock is fixed, but in some way had he got up it and succumbed down. We found him almost immediately harm it was already away. Viktor managed not the where, the where something particularly between Erik and his papa. I grieved one whole part in one outer way. Innermost in felt I already from beginning that he still lived, that we lived tight adjacent each other. I need only concentrate me the very minimum, so available he there. Sometimes just near self should sleep khan I feel that he breathes against my face and so pipe it at me with sin hand. Think you the sounds overvoltage? I can perhaps understand if you think the. For me is the right naturally. He lives one other life only anytime can we reach each other, the available no limit, no unaffordable wall. Sometimes wonders self course, how the reality looks out where my small boy inhabiting and breathe. Simultaneously understand I the to the not goes to describe, since the is one world of liberated emotions. Viktor has the very difficult than I. It says that he no longer may believe in God as God sounds children die or burn broken, or become insanity or shot death or starve. Self tries explicate for him till the not available someone difference away barn and adults since the adults still am barn, as have to live disguised till adults. For me is man one enormous creation, as one unimaginable thought and in man available all, from the highest to the lowest, just as in life, and man is God's image and in God available all, all is as mighty forces and so creates the devils and the saint and the prophets and the dark man and the artists and destroyers. [sic] All available side by side and displacing in on each other. It is like that mighty pattern that the time changes, understand you how I mean? With as manner must the why also be one unrestricted amount realities, not only the reality being we make with our blunt senses without one riot of realities as arches to over and around each other, inside and outside. It is why only fear and snuff sense to believe in some borders. THERE ARE NO BOUNDARIES. Not for the thoughts, not for the emotions. It's the anxiety that sets the limits, don't you think so too? When thou playing slow rates in Beethoven's Hammer-piano sonata when need you the whiff that you pipe you in one world without restrictions, in of one vast motion as you never can through behold or explore. It's like with Jesus. He blasted laws and restrictions with an altogether new feeling, which none had heard spoken about earlier(,)[;] it was love. Finished how people save salvage and frantic, precisely how they almost always become horrified and try lam, once one great feeling overwhelms them, despite that they go there and crave themselves ruined after their parched and killed feelings.

CHARLOTTE: I will (be) horrified when I hear her reason. It is so overstretched - so beyond all sense. And so this obviousness! She's hanging out with your little boy; she has solved the world's riddle; there are answers to all the questions.

VIKTOR: (smiles) Yes, yes.

CHARLOTTE: You can't let her walk around like that.

VIKTOR: What do you mean?

CHARLOTTE: I think she is really terribly unhappy. And that she suddenly one day realizes how bad it is and then she does something crazy.

VIKTOR: Think you really do?

CHARLOTTE: Yes, I do believe so.

VIKTOR: Is she up with Lena?

CHARLOTTE: She was gonna make her ready for the night.

VIKTOR: Fashion you now down there a moment, dear Charlotte, and associated with, I'll try to explain how I see my wife.

CHARLOTTE: Yes, now I'm sitting?

VIKTOR: When I asked Eva to marry me, she immediately said that she did not love me. I asked if she loved anyone else. She replied that she had never loved any human being, that she was incapable of loving. (pause) Eva and I lived here for several years, we were kind towards each other, worked much, traveled abroad on my holidays, then born Erik. We had already given up hope to have a child of our own and talked a lot about us adopting - (pause) Thus. With her pregnancy, Eva underwent a complete change. She was glad, soft and outward. She became lazy, ignored parish work and her piano play. She could sit in that chair with her legs on another chair and look at the way of light over the mountain and fjord. We were suddenly overmuch happy - you apologize if I say so - we were much successful in bed indeed. I am twenty years older yet Eva, I'm liked enough that it had started lead as a gray film over existence, about thou understand what I mean. I liked that I could see myself round and say, so, yes, this here was then life, so here would it become. But then everything was different, there were some incredible - (pause) There were some incredible – (paus) You can forgive me, Charlotte, but it's still a little hard to (pause) Yes. It was a few years that were very rich. You should have seen Eva. You really should have seen her.

CHARLOTTE: I remember those years around Erik's birth. Just then, I recorded all the Mozart sonatas and piano concertos. I did not have a single day off.

VIKTOR: No, just that. We invited you again and again, but sadly you never had time.

CHARLOTTE: No.

VIKTOR: When Erik drowned, the gray film became even grayer. For Eva matter that thus different.

CHARLOTTE: Differently? How, differently?

VIKTOR: Her feeling lives unadulterated, at least it seems so. She has become thin and angular and is more unbalanced in her mood - she can, for example, have huge outbursts of anger. But I think not that she is overstressed or strange. And senses her that her son lives in her vicinity so is it perhaps in some way. She speaks not often about it(,)[;] she is properly cautious that it should make me ill - and it does that enough. But this it says sounds true. I believe her.

CHARLOTTE: Yes. You are the priest.

VIKTOR: The little faith I have, living on her terms.

CHARLOTTE: Sorry if I injured you.

VIKTOR: It does nothing, Charlotte. I am till unlike from you and Eva a diffuse and uncertain human.[sic] I may blame us myself.

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