#braver teachers than him have tried

[grahamcarmen]

Have a lot of asks and takes so just gonna dump them all here:-

opinion on chase and dexter.

you know i really want carlotta to meet the faculty and coach brunt and gray.

carlotta is gonna get such a biased version of gray that it cackles me up.

I can just imagine carmen telling her about gray and her response is "so you inherited my taste in bad boys".

you know, i understand why people think that if el topo killed someone he'll feel really guilty nut like he's the one to remind crackle that no witnesses should be left behind he's a cinnamon roll who can kill you.

rn i'm giggling at the idea of someone catching carmen and grey making out.

Commander is adorable.

1)i like them! Chase i maintain has the best line about the trufffles in his brain in s2. vivid imagery. poetic. and he gets such a solid and clear arc so congrats dude!! i really also like in s1 where he doesn't really buy that mimebomb is important but does have a tactic to keep tabs on him . tenacious, resiliant, and really intelligent sometimes. a lot of fun to watch and occasionally hear the out of pocket things he can say, he starts out abrasive but seeing him soften up and do what he can do best is fun and rewarding

dexter we don't get much but he was literally so!!! for getting only barely caught on cameras dating carms mom (which he refused to stop doing heck yeah <3) and doing his best to long con his way OUT of VILE for all of their sakes. and as a VILE agent? he was so smooth like steal those jewels, fly away, get paid for minimal teaching...ajsdnfasdkfn cool. RIPERONIS you were pretty cool

i really hope that carmen gets told by her mom that she has her dads eyes it was such an awwww moment when she said it. :( + just ugh can you imagine the conversations if she gets even more hints of similar things between them...ughhhhh carmen would really hold that dear...

2) hmmmmmmm like i really am into maybe her mom wanting to occasionally help carmen and that could happen VIA that (faculty and brunt) as for GRAY...

3) asdkjfnaslkfdjasd ok carmen gives literally all of gray's good points in such heart eyes and happy voice that the context of how carmen knows this just like makes her go "WAIT WAT" but lmao the idea of them falling for bad boys who are actually so soft and will do whatever it takes and actually turn over a new leaf <3 [i do think she might be a little harsher in her opinion on gray at first because thats her baby >:( waddyumeanyou! but like

:(it was everything...it was literally everything he held dear for carmen to exist and ugghhhhhhhhh i can't with them.

and like a changed person who her daughter has so much love for and obviously loved her enough to do that?? plus her mom runs an orphanage like i want to see him try to wiggle his way in the middle of respectful and being called out for old habits he can't shake yet and not being used to her brand of warmth. or her just asking him to keep watch the kids so she and carmen can have a day together mijo :((((((

and him being decent at corralling all those kids...not great he almost lost a couple but decent (he is good at charming distractions but gets snippy at the troublemakers if any...he's the only troublemaker allowed there<3) + always my evidences that he was the one who split up carmen and sheenas fights, the boys looked at him when they needed help at the tunnel, lmao he actually did have a decent distraction of codenames at the ready, and he's a head patter with a chill laid back disposition he projects...he can distract them with candyland for an hour...i think he can catch their attention like lmao he has such de facto group leader energy even if its not what he primarily does/the role he always wants...can he hold it tho...

or even a seriousish conversation after with gray realizing that was her trusting him lol + just long way round is still the way around conversation

5)...is that a thing? i mean el topo initially felt really bad about carmen because they were friends and might* have felt bad for shadowsan because he was his teacher but le chevre just tells him to focus on the bad parts of his class to get over it. old man in the desert who he has no attachment to? crackle remember to kill him + next time le chevre/ el topo both get over any lingering attachments and el topo even captures carmen with a smile and an ho-la. cinnamon roll who can kill.

6)I NEED THAT SO BAD ! NEED THEM TO BE INSEPARABLE AND INSUFFERABLE AND GET CAUGHT BEING ABSOLUTELY INTO EACH OTHER AND ABSOLUTELY SO HAPPY. askjdfnaskfjna and absolutely with only half an idea of what to do when caught

7) COMMANDER ...is cute <3

#asks #red crackle thoughts #lone wolf dis lone wolf dat wolves are pack animals dex ma dude #carlotta is gonna be just like me going awww look at how in love she is...wait pardon rewind that what #oh ok he actually is capable of being so sweet and loving carry on #XD aaaaaaa like they need to always be together it means everything #we love the death of destructive self service for true love and redemption #but also wtf is esteemed faculty and authority wtf who did this #i only put him at decent because idk what he's gonna do if theres troublemakers like him or carm in that building ... #braver teachers than him have tried #ALSO THE EL TOPO THING IS WHY I FIND GRAY AND HIS FRIENDSHIP ...intriguing? because of the way el topo looks to le chevre that time withcar #calls himself a pawn and chills the moment its all good and has such a sweet manner about him that apparently people forgot he too #knows the rules #asdkjfasdkfn im sorry the way le chevre is like >:( don't pun it up gray we won't get taken seriously #red crackle

[arminsumi]

i love the way u write megumi 😭😭😭😭can we have some more megumi fluff pls pls pls❔🥹

✎ Crush

Fushiguro めぐみ + fem!reader

Note : thank u smmm i didn't expect ppl to like how i write megumi lol💗

Summary : Megumi crushing on you.

Crush!Megumi is always heeling you during missions, trying to act tougher and braver than he actually feels just so he can impress you, his senior.

Crush!Megumi becomes clumsier around you, tripping and dropping things when usually he's so still and meticulous with his movements.

Crush!Megumi sees a curse land one single, small scratch on you and feels this burst of panic in his chest. He rushes to you as if you've just received a mortal wound. "Are you okay? Let me stop the bleeding." and he ignores you when you laughingly say "It's just a scratch..."

Crush!Megumi developed an instant crush when Gojo-sensei introduced you two. Though to you he seemed a bit disinterested, a cold acquaintance.

Crush!Megumi gets yelled at during training sessions by his teacher, "MEGUMI. EYES OFF CRUSH. FOCUS ON SPARRING. 🫡" Gojo yells from the seat he's lazing in, watching over his students. Megumi just freezes up, pinches his eyes shut and raises his brows in mortification, because you just heard that and there's no denying who his crush is.

Crush!Megumi glances at your lips, gulps, feels his heart palpitate, then looks away when you ask if he's okay. He feels a bit lightheaded at the thought of kissing you. A bit dizzy by the idea of embracing you. "Yeah, I'm good 👍😐"

Crush!Megumi tries so hard around you. On missions, during practice, even in public on days off. He keeps a good posture and makes sure you only see the good side of his profile.

Crush!Megumi has dreams of you that he wakes up from smiling. He cuddles into his pillow and begs his brain for another dream like that.

Crush!Megumi gets called a 'puppy' a lot because of how he acts around you.

Crush!Megumi stutters when you ask him out finally, and admit you have a crush; his whole reality breaks. "What the fuck..." he mutters out of sheer shock. "...I have to be dreaming or something..." he apologizes for that raw reaction, "UH. Yes. I'd. Love to. (...) go on a date. Let's do that 👍😐"

Copyright @arminsumi don't steal.

#✎ newspaper clippings #🎃 ~ oct. reqs #fluff #megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk megumi #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi fushiguro fluff

[oneforthemunny]

orrr maybe earlier in the relationship with Janitor Eddie, they go through a haunted maze/haunted house together

falling |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

prompt: a "haunted house" looks a little different at hawkins elementary's fall festival. apart of my spooky stories series <3

“Are you scared?” Eddie muttered, hands rubbing down your arms sweetly. 

“Terrified.” You grin, turning to look back at him. “Think I should use the bathroom now? Might pee on myself, I’ll get so scared.” 

A laugh bubbled up out of Eddie’s chest, dimples deepening with a stretched smile. “Yeah? Jeez, babe, now you’ve got me worried.” Eddie looked at the entrance of the small gym door- the old gym, from years and years before. The school still kept the building, used it for parties and storage- for the Haunted House during the Hawkins Elementary Fall Festival. 

“Didn’t know your kids were this scary.” Eddie hummed, stepping up slowly as the line moved. 

“Terrifying. You didn’t know?” You teased, eyes sparkling the way they always did when you joked with him. It made Eddie swoon. “Steve’s a lot braver than me. Offering to work it this year. He’s a Saint for that.” 

“Yeah, he is…” Eddie muttered, hands balling in his leather jacket pocket. He definitely did it out of the goodness in his heart, and not the thirty dollar bribe Eddie gave him so he could spend the night with you. 

“I’m excited to see it though.” You chirped. “They’ve been working so hard in art. We had to cut bats out the other day- do you know how hard it is to cut a bat with kiddie scissors?” 

“Never tried, but I can imagine.” Eddie smiled. “I don’t know how your fingers even fit in those. My hands cramp thinking about it.” 

“Years of practice.” You bump your hip playfully with his. “Pretty much an entire semester in college. I swear, all we did was cut construction paper and make arts and crafts for different projects. It was the best and the worst class. My hands were sticky for a semester.” 

“That’s… wow, actually now that you say that, I do remember Steve taking that class.” Eddie laughed, curls bouncing with every soft shake of his head. “He was always covered in glitter. Just unexplainably glittery.” 

You laughed, that crystal, beautiful laugh that had Eddie’s knees wobbling. “Yeah, that sounds about right.” 

It was your turn next, stepping up to the small box where a student and chaperone sat. Amanda, from your class. “There’s just two of us.” You grin at her. 

Her eyes flitted back from you and Eddie, grinning with her own excitement. “That’s two tickets.” She held her hand out, taking the tickets eagerly. The chaperone handed her the stamp, a scaredy cat outline in purple ink. She hesitated on Eddie’s hand, stamping it on his un-tattooed knuckles. 

You waved goodbye, arm snaking around Eddie’s, pushing the streamers to the side. “Guess the secret’s out.” You mutter, the stamp glowing in the black light of the dark room. 

“Guess so.” You could feel Eddie tense slightly, a shaky breath. “You-You’re cool with it?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly. “Eddie, I don’t care what my fourth graders think about my love life.” You shake your head. “We’re gonna be a hot topic at recess, that’s all.” 

“Yeah? Kinda boosts my ego.” Eddie puffed his chest out playfully. 

“I can tell.” You giggle. “Head’s getting bigger already.” 

“Could be my hair.” Eddie ran a hand down his curls. “Kinda hot in here. Think my curls are starting to frizz.” 

“I think they look good.” You hum, smoothing a sweet hand down the curly locks, still soft and clean from the shower he took earlier. His hair was damp when he picked you up, from a rushed shower and too impatient to let it dry all the way; too excited to see you. 

“Enter if you dare,” The dramatic, scary tone of Steve Harrington- in his Dracula ensamble- floated down the hallway. “And don’t touch, ok? Hands to yourself. Have a good time.” Steve nodded, letting the kids down the hallways, dark with animated, age appropriate scary sounds courtesy of the Halloween Screams CD playing on a loop. 

“Hey, you’ve been in here three times, and you only have one stamp. You sneaking in here or just not leaving?” Steve frowned, stopping the boy in the Donatello costume. 

You laughed, pulling Steve’s attention to you. He rolled his eyes. “Just- Last time or get in line like everyone else, alright?” Steve nodded towards the Ninja Turtle. 

“What? You’re not doing the voice for us?” Eddie grinned, brows raised in amusement. 

“Shut up, Munson.” Steve muttered, pulling the plastic fangs out of his mouth. “Shoulda charged you more.” 

Eddie glared at him, eyes cutting to you. You were too busy looking at the decorations, waving to your own excited students. “Wow, Harrington. This is very scary.” 

“Yeah? You jealous? Want to switch with me?” Steve snorted lightly. 

“Oh, no.” You shook your head. “I would never want to deprive you of this. You’re really in your element.” 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you two. You’re doing the Christmas party. You think candy is bad? Wait until it’s candy, and hot chocolate, and winter break. See who’s laughing then.” Steve quipped, an eye roll that had both you and Eddie laughing, leaning in to each other. 

“Alright, go in. Don’t touch anything. These decorations are barely hanging on.” Steve pulled the curtain. 

You clung to Eddie’s arm- for your students, you told him, so they would think you were scared. Eddie didn’t mind, of course. He was more than happy to have you on his arm. Watching your exaggerated expressions, the kids' dramatic scares and giggles that followed when they saw it was you. For once, whispers following when he passed down the hallways didn’t bother him. They were different from the ones from years before, when he was in Hawkins Elementary as a student, a lanky, skinny boy with holes in his clothes; who never had a Halloween costume unless he made one, and then the kids made fun of him. 

He would have killed for a teacher like you. Someone who would’ve been kind to him. You brought in extra costumes, bought from the Salvation Army, put them in your treasure chest for the kids like him, who didn’t have a costume. You picked up shifts at Melvald’s to pay for extra things around the holidays, working on weekends and nights when you could for some extra money. Gave up your own time so your kids could be happy; it made Eddie’s head spin in the best way. 

You sat across from Eddie on the wooden picnic table, cradling the plastic tray of cut apples and caramel sauce. “So what’s your fall snack?” You ask, head tilting gently towards him. 

“My what?” Eddie blinked. 

“Your fall snack?” You grin, wiping your hands on the thin napkins. “Y’know, like when fall comes, what’s the one thing you crave? Like caramel apples or pumpkin bread…” 

Eddie smiled, he could feel himself blushing. He didn’t even know why he was blushing, yet the heat still rose from his chest and crept up his collarbones. He hoped you couldn’t see how flushed he was under the streetlights. 

“Uh, I don’t really… Oh, wait.” Eddie grinned. “Fried apple pie with vanilla ice cream.” 

“Fried apple pie?” You lifted a brow. 

“With vanilla ice cream.” Eddie nodded. “You ever had one?” You shook your head. 

“Oh, baby, I gotta take you. When I was little, Wayne would take me to this Amish grocery store out past the quarry. He always got a pie there for Thanksgiving, and he’d get me a fried apple pie and vanilla ice cream. I don’t even like vanilla, but with that? Life changing, baby.” Eddie grinned, sighing. It was heavy but not sad… nostalgic. 

“That sounds amazing.” You grin. “I love vanilla ice cream.” 

“I know.” Eddie smiled. He had remembered that. This summer, after a movie date, he’d taken you to an ice cream parlor. You’d sat in the booth, giggling over melting cones- your vanilla, his chocolate. 

“I’ll, uh, I’ll have to take you sometime.” Eddie nodded, eyes cutting to you carefully. “If you want to.” 

“Yeah,” You smile, nodding. “We should go sometime. Bring Wayne back a pie.”

“God, he’d love that.” Eddie laughed. He’d love you even more than he already does, Eddie mused. The old man was already egging Eddie on, better buy her a ring, boy, she’s a keeper. Eddie knew you were. He’d started saving for rings after your second date, but he’d never tell you that. 

“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” You hum, your own smile small, a little shy. “I know this isn’t like a great date or anything, but my kids like to see me. I like to see them.” 

“No, it’s… I had fun- I’m having fun.” Eddie stuttered, a little nervous. Did he look like he wasn’t having fun? Fuck, he was, he really was. Maybe he should have played it up with the kids, he just didn’t want to take away from you. They were your kids and he’d never want to step in front of you, steal your moment. 

“Yeah?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. Eddie nods, brown eyes wide, curls bobbing. “I’m having fun with you too.” Eddie thought he might pass out. 

“They were so cute, all their little costumes.” You smile, chin resting on your palm. “They get to dress up two times so I know they’re just over the moon.” 

“Yeah, that’s right. Halloween party is Tuesday, right?” Eddie asked. He knew when it was, he was going to have to clean overtime for all the Halloween parties. 

You nodded. “I can’t wait for you to see my costume.” You grin, brows bouncing playfully at him. 

“I can’t either.” Your smile is contagious to Eddie, leaving him grinning and swooning. “You gonna go all in?” 

“No,” You shook your head. “Just a costume. Nothing fancy. The kids like it, so…” You trail off. “It’s not new or anything, I wear it every year, but you’ve never seen it so new to you.” 

“I can’t wait.” Eddie smiled, knee bouncing under the table. 

“Are you going to dress up?” You asked, lashes fluttering towards him sweetly. 

“No,” Eddie scoffed lightly. “I mean, I wasn’t going to. Don’t really have anything. Guess I could wear my Michael Myers mask with my coveralls?” 

You laugh. “Yeah, think you’d really scare the kids.” 

“That’s the point, right? What you’re supposed to do, right? Scare the shit out of them.” Eddie smirked. 

“Might get fired, but worth it, right?” You jest back. 

“Definitely worth it.” Eddie nodded. “Maybe I’ll wear the old coveralls in there. Say I’m dressing up as Sal.” 

You laugh. “That would be really funny, actually.” Your eyes shone under the lights, bright and dazzling back at Eddie. 

“Yeah? Alright, I’ll do it then.” Eddie nodded. “Sorry it’s not a surprise.” 

“That’s ok. Mine will be more than worth it.” You smile confidently at him. 

“I know it will be.” Eddie said quickly, eyes widening. Fuck, had he said that outloud? His eyes widened slightly, watching you carefully- bracing himself for the inward cringe, the snarl, things he was used to in the past. Not from you. No, all that came was a shy smile, chin ducking down to hide your flushing face. 

“You want one?” You ask, breaking the silence with the slide of your tray towards him. 

“I’m ok.” Eddie shook his head politely. 

“C’mon, I know you want one.” You press lightly. “You paid for them.” 

“Yeah, for you.” Eddie countered, giving you a pointed look. “But if you insist.” He hummed, grabbing a green apple, scooping a glob of caramel on it. 

“Would never want to deprive you.” You wink, and Eddie nearly chokes on the chewed apple he’s swallowing. 

One of your kids passes by, waving goodbye, holding their tired mom’s hand. You wave back politely to both of them. 

“Hey, uh,” Eddie starts, sweaty palms rubbing down his jeans. He knows it’s the end of the night. You don’t have any plans further, not yet anyways. “Do you- You like scary movies?” 

“Depends.” You hum, tossing the empty plastic away in the trash bin. “How scary are we talking?” 

“Not crazy.” Eddie slides in beside you, arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. The rides and music are dying down, the Hawkins’ PTA lingering behind with large trash bags, loading station wagons. “Pumpkinhead?” 

“Never seen it.” You shrug lightly. Eddie’s shoulders deflate, heart racing- should’ve said Carrie, he fuckin’ knew it. 

“But I’ll watch it with you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Your eyes meet his, grip tightening around your shoulders. 

“Are you sure?” Eddie falters. “I mean, I was just- we don’t have to.” 

“No, I think that sounds nice. Very on theme for the night.” You smile, leaning into his side, your steps in sync. “One condition, though.” 

Anything. “Yeah, what’s that?” Eddie swallowed, trying to fight back his smile. 

“I get to put M&Ms in the popcorn.” You point at him playfully. “Non-negotiable, Munson.” 

“Done.” Eddie shrugs, fishing for his keys. “M&Ms in popcorn, huh? You’re that typa girl?” Unlocking your door, pulling it open for you. 

“You know I am.” You quip, sliding under his open arm, tossing him a wink before he shut the door. 

Eddie was buzzing with excitement, a dopey smile on his face, too lovestruck to even care. An hour later, you were pressed into his side, head on his shoulder, a bowl of hot popcorn with M&M's scattered inside between the two of you. Eddie hoped you couldn’t feel how he got hard when your hands brushed in the bowl.

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[werewolfnightwalker]

Good morning, I'm thinking about highschool sweethearts toukei and Touya wearing a mask to hide his burn scars and long sleeves no matter the weather. He gets asked what he's hiding a thousand times a day by nosy kids, but the one person who never pried was Keigo, the kid who transferred to his school recently.

Naturally, that makes Touya like him a little more than everyone else, and they start hanging out. They eat lunch, study, and walk home from school together. They wait for each other after their individual club meetings. (Touya is on the soccer team, Keigo is in archery.)

Eventually, Touya develops a crush. He starts thinking about holding Keigo's hand on their walks home, and... and kissing him. But Touya's never shown anyone his face before, the burn scars that mar his skin too deep and, in his opinion, ugly, to be seen. But he can't stop thinking about it.

It's only after gym one day, when he comes out of the locked bathroom stall he was changing in, that he sees Keigo's own scars. The blonde is changing in the unused shower stalls, only visible from Touya's exact angle. The old wounds are reddish, angry, and scored down his back in a pattern that almost resembles wings. They're not burns, but they're... something.

It makes Touya feel better, in a twisted way. It makes him feel braver, too, brave enough to start holding Keigo's hand on their walks home.

It's a few weeks later that Keigo makes the next move. Tactfully, he blurts it out at the celebration after Touya's soccer match, where his team won by a landslide. The whole team went to get pizza, and Touya dragged Keigo along with them. They'd moved across the restaurant to get away from the rowdy noise, and ended up in the small side room some would generously call an arcade.

"I want to kiss you." Keigo whispered as he sat on the seat of the motorcycle racing game, clutching Touya's hands.

"Do you?"

"If you're okay with it."

He is. He is, but he's fucking terrified to show him what's under the mask. The colorful lights of the arcade games and claw machines, the music and pinging and distant chatter are all muted as he hesitates. In the end, Keigo cups his cheeks and kisses him, brief and soft, over the mask.

The first time they kiss for real, without barriers, is at a school dance. Tucked in the furthest corner, behind the gym's bleachers, Touya turns to Keigo.

"Close your eyes."

He does, and feels Touya's lips- mismatched, misshapen, waxy and cracked and taut- press against his.

They have to duck out of their hiding spot before they get caught by a teacher, but Keigo doesn't open his eyes until Touya says so. Even if he didn't see him, it doesn't stop his stomach from filling with butterflies.

Even then, Keigo never presses to see, although he does ask for plenty more kisses, which he's more than willing to shut his eyes for. He never peeks once, not even when he asks for one while they're walking home and he trips over the crack in the sidewalk, where he would've face planted if Touya hadn't caught him.

Finally, finally, one day, Touya feels brave enough to show him. He was waiting for Keigo to finish his archery meet when some other kids approached him and asked him the dreaded question.

"What's under the mask, Todoroki?"

When he tried to walk away, they stopped him, demanding he show them his "big secret."

Just as Touya thinks things are going to get violent, an arrow strikes, punctures the locker between him and the other kids, making them leap apart.

"Leave him alone!" Keigo snarls from the doorway, his bow up and another arrow aiming at the others, "It's none of your business what's under his mask! It's just his fucking face!"

The other kids promptly make themselves scarce, and Keigo stomps over to Touya, practically vibrating with indignation, while Touya is stunned, having what is very much an italicized "oh" moment.

He can't help it, then, but to grab Keigo and pin him to the locker. He yanks down his mask, and Keigo drops his bow immediately to cover his eyes, but Touya stops him.

"I want you to see." He whispers, and Keigo only gets a second to do so before Touya's lips are on his.

There, against the lockers outside the gym, on a perfectly normal afternoon, with the slanted sunlight turning the hall to gold and illuminating his scars, they kiss. Keigo's fingers feel across the wounds on Touya's face, bold and yet gentle, and Touya just lets him, trembling but but unafraid as his mask dangles from his ear. When they finally pull apart, when Keigo finally gets a good look, what fills his eyes is not disgust, as Touya had feared, but awe.

"Beautiful. You're beautiful, Touya." He whispers, and doesn't give Touya a chance to refute such a claim, before he's kissing him again.

#dabihawks #conans writing #quirkless au #toukei #keigo takami #touya todoroki #mha dabi #mha hawks #long post #dabihawks fluff

[yuurei20]

Ace Info Compilation part 4: Ace and Epel

Ace and Epel meet when Ace decides to select “someone who looks kinda frail” during the opening ceremonies to sneak out with him.

Like most people, he mistakes Epel for a girl.

Ace then physically forces Epel out of the ceremony against his will, saying that Epel has “a Pomefiore vibe” and that the dorm uniform will look great on him. Epel is unamused.

(Ace seems hung up on Epel’s physical appearance, making a similar comment during Spectral Soiree that no one would bat an eye at how he acted while he was possessed because the act fit perfectly with his look.)

Ace convinces Epel to visit the school’s courtyard and begins scoping out places to hide from teachers during classes, but Epel is not particularly interested in the conversation. Unsatisfied with Epel’s “squirrelly replies” Ace intentionally baits Epel into reacting to him by asking if he’s a girl.

Misinterpreting Epel’s reservedness for shyness (Epel had just been thoroughly beaten down, both verbally and physically, by Vil before the ceremony), Ace tries to goad him into giving a self-introduction. When they almost get caught by Riddle, Ace “strong-arms” Epel into a bush to hide, much to Epel’s disapproval.

Completely unfazed, Ace says, “Here’s to a great school year, Epel!”

(When Deuce and Grim mistake Epel for a girl in Book 1 Ace calls them morons, failing to mention the fact that he, too, thought Epel was a girl the first time he saw him.)

In Book 5 Ace insists upon fighting Vil to defend Epel despite Deuce’s reluctance, even saying that he wants to put on a better performance than Epel’s in the VDC audition in order to knock him out of the running, since he doesn’t want the spot.

Deuce and Ace’s stance on Epel and Vil flips during the story when Deuce starts standing up to Vil in order to protect Epel and Ace starts keeping his head down so as not to become a target for Vil.

Ace and Epel still do not seem particularly close: we see them both at the school store during New Year’s as a part of a group of students, but Ace leaves after buying what he went for and does not bother to wait for Epel, so they might not have intentionally gone together.

Ace gets tricked into participating in Phantom Bride by Riddle, who insinuates that Epel is braver than Ace, to which Ace takes offense.

Later on Ace seems sincere when he compliments Epel, saying he ticks “all the classic prince boxes,” but he takes offense again when a ghost insinuates that he is a retainer to the more princely-looking Epel.

During Spectral Soiree Ace intentionally sacrifices Epel to Floyd, who ties him to a tombstone in order to attract ghosts. Leona observes, “You made a calculated choice to abandon Epel to his fate and use me as a shield. That was pretty shrewd” and Ace follows with, “Why, thank you!,” and says, “It’s you an’ me from now on!” to Leona.

Epel is not amused.

Later on Ace’s true opinion about Leona comes to light and Leona declares that Ace is on his own. Epel teases him with “That’s what you get for setting me up. Serves you right!”

Ace says that, “on the inside, Epel’s basically like Deuce.”

#twstace #acefacts #Ace Trappola #twstfacts #twisted wonderland

[mybelovednick]

Crimson and Clover, Honey (Chapter 3)

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Nick Sturniolo x Male!character

Summary: Nick Sturniolo is a Bookstore owner in a small town in Northern Italy. Vayu Arora is an elementary school teacher who is a frequent customer at Nick's Store. Both of them meet and they are suppose to fall in love like faith intended. But what happens when one of them is unable to let go of their past selves?

Nick x male!character Angst Fluff/comfort Hurt/comfort

TW: Non-consent, s3xual harresment, abuse, anxiety, alcoholism

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“Then make me." he said

Only God knows from where; but I did muster up the courage to simply say, “If that’s what you want. Then let me get to know you better.”

Nick seemed to be caught off guard from that sudden change in my tone. “Well, come on then. I know a place.” He patted the backseat of his bike.

“Are you going to murder me? Is that it? Are you a serial killer?” I felt braver around him so I was having too much fun. I don’t know why.

“No but either way, you’re going to get to know me better.” Nick winked and put on his helmet.

He is lucky that he’s got a pretty face.

I sat behind him. He ordered me to put my hands inside the pockets of his jacket. “Your hands will freeze in the wind.” He argued. So I did what he said.

There was no extra helmet for a passenger so I had to rest my head on the back of his shoulders. His body was very warm. We were cruising through the town lights at the night. Nathan rode my Vespa at a concerning speed too. But it was something about Nick that made me feel safe.

It was February, so the wind was still very cold and it desensitized the tip of my ears. But my hands were warm and I liked it. I felt a small book inside his right pocket. But I knew better than to interrupt the ride just to ask him what it was.

My nose constantly brushed against the nape of his neck. He smelled like clean laundry almost, a bit musky and cool like the grass after the rain. It was hard to keep my eyes open as the air would dry my eyes constantly but I tried my best. I never realised how beautiful the town was. It was something about city lights in the night that left me feeling giddy like a child.

Lights from late night cafes, pastry shops, grocery stores, liquor stores, bright neon motel signs, clubs- all these lights showed us how alive the night was. They dared to blind the stars above because we humans love to conquer the night. As we always tend to say, ‘the night is young, the night is free.’ And I’d love to be young and free again.

The shadows of our silhouette competed with different light sources in the ground. These grey figures would rush up and down the plane of the road like a group of wild black cats, while being stuck to the wheels of Nick’s bike. The wind started to slow down and the sound of the engine mellowed a bit.

Nick parked his bike on a grassy patch of land on the side of the road which led to the town Cathedral.

“Are we getting married here?” I joked then I instantly regretted for attempting such a risky humour. As I started to panic I heard his laugh, he was still wearing the helmet so it was muffled. And I let out a sigh of relief.

“No, not really.” He chuckled and pulled his head out of the helmet and shook his hair. His forehead was sweating so he removed his leather gloves and moved his blonde strands out of his eyes. I simply stared at him. How could someone be this beautiful? It was unfair.

“There is an annual festival on the church grounds.” He clarified with a small smile.

“Oh, a festival? Wow I never knew about that.” I was genuinely so excited. I was ready to go when he held my hand back.

He held my hand.

“Wait, we are going in together, I don’t want the news to blame me when you get lost like a child. Follow me for one last time.” He smirked and I raised my eyebrow in confusion. “Trust me” he said. And I did.

I followed him like a child towards the festival. He was gripping on to my left hand with his right hand. He was basically sprinting past the crowds.

I memorised the shape of his hair, I memorised the creases in his jacket when he moved too quickly. I memorised the black bracelet hanging from his wrist and the way he held my dark wrist with his pale hands having reddish knuckles. The way he walked, the way he giggled while pushing through people- everything about him, I wanted to keep this moment for ever.

The night was cold and the stars were high up. But in that moment, I felt warmth of the people around me. The music was blasting through the speakers, the aroma of wine and fresh bread, pastries surrounded me like a hug. People around other people.

Isn’t it strange how gullible us humans are? We trust people we just met and sometimes hate the ones we’ve known for a long time. It goes back to my analogy of how people are simply stories. The world is a library. The funny thing is we never know when our chapters would overlap each other. It could be when you are dancing your heart out and someone joins you, or someone just sitting beside you when you are alone, silently. These are strangers.

Strangers turn into friends; friends into lovers and then, strangers again.

“Hey I wanna stop here.” I yelled because the music was too loud. He looked towards me and nodded. We were both smiling the entire time. It was something in the air that had fragrance of happiness and the stench of body heat. There many people dancing in the front.

All of a sudden, Nick slightly shoved with his shoulder. And let me remind you, that man had strong shoulders. I instantly looked at him after I saved myself from stumbling and he shrugged with a shit eating grin on his face while he clapped to the beat of ‘Paris Latino’ by the Bandolero.

I knew what to do. I held him by the thick collar of his jacket and pulled him into the dancing crowd. He was shocked but was laughing nonetheless.

I loved his laugh. It was barely audible through the blaring 90’s disco beats but it did feel like music to me, I’ve always been corny, leave me be.

Then we were there; in between hundreds of bodies, smashed closer together and his scent filled me. He said, “You are awfully brave for someone who buys porn magazines with Shakespeare.”

I rolled my eyes while moving my body to the beat. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

Nick leaned in closer to my left ear and whispered, “I know, I just wanted to make a statement”

There were shivers down my spine. I felt the cold metal of his nose ring touch the skin of my left temple and I got goosebumps behind my neck. But I did my best to keep my composure. I averted my gaze and I knew he was proud of what he did to me. The music went on. We danced and danced and danced. We were dancing, jumping, screaming along with the crowd, everyone was sweating. Beads of sweats were trickling down my back. I watched how happy Nick was, jumping like a madman. He wasn’t the best at dancing but he enjoyed himself like a child in a carousel. And I enjoyed myself too.

The music transitioned into ‘E la vita’ by Marco Armani. There was a change of pace. “I’m tired” I finally declared. As I was about to leave, Nick held onto my waist. Slowly he swayed our bodies along with the music and I followed. His forehead was still glistening with sweat. He was still smiling and his face was flushed red. My heart was racing like a deer through a forest and it completely stopped when he touched the back of my head and lightly tugged my hairs. I thought I could die right then and there because the butterflies in my stomach might as well burst open through my torso and engulf me whole.

But that moment of pure joy didn’t last long. I saw the people around us looking with scrunched noses and unapproving faces filled with disgust and displeasure.

“Nick, we are on church grounds.” I said, not being able to meet his eyes.

“So what?” he asked.

“We should go back. I don’t think people will like us…”

Now Nick removed his hands and furrowed his eyebrows. “Why.” He didn’t mean it like a question.

“Nick I know you know it.” I was trembling at this point, “It is not appropriate, let’s go somewhere else.” I tried to reason with him.

“Not appropriate? Are you joking?” He was raising his voice by now. More people turned their heads towards us.

I felt like going numb. I felt like bursting into tears. In a split second, all that warmth was gone and my hands and feet were turning cold. I held his hand softly, “Nick please let’s leave, it’s not safe.” I was pleading.

Nick stared at me for a moment, “You know what? Let’s give this audience something to actually not approve of.” And he held my shoulders and tried to forcefully kiss me. The blood drained out of my head. Out of pure reflex, I pushed him away before his lips could touch mine.

Nick looked at me for a few seconds. His eyes were not of anger. It was of disappointment, as if I had denied a child to buy him a toy. Before I could inspect the hurt in his eyes, he looked down on the bricked ground, it was dirty and grey.

I was horrified. I covered my mouth out of shock and desperation,“I…I a-am so… so sorry-… I didn’t mean to-“

“I am going to have a drink.” He finally said, still unable to look at me. E la vita was still playing around us. People were now tired of us and continued doing their celebrations. There were a hundred people around me but I felt like the loneliest person in all of Italy. Why? It was because Nick wasn’t there with me anymore.

I still to this day never understood if it was normal for a person to get so attached to another person in such a short span of time. Who was he to me? Just another dude with a pretty face, maybe. Another stranger whose story overlapped with mine for a brief moment. But that logic never succeeded to explain as to why his touch felt like I knew him for eternity. Why a simple nod or a look from him made my heart race like a horse that was finally free on an open meadow? I wanted more of him. I wanted to be his and make him mine. Once again, I felt like I was succumbing to my madness.

But I had lost, perhaps. We both fucked up. The difference is, mine was out of anxiety and denial whereas his was out of rage and disappointment.

I was sitting alone on the stairway to the church. I was drenching in sweat but the cold February breeze started to dry away my body, which made me shiver even harder. I could’ve been running on a fever, I didn’t know. My whole body was aching. My legs were starting to get sore. But it was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling from heaving while sobbing on my arms. I tucked myself as close as possible. My arms were wrapped around my knees.

Maybe an hour had passed, but there was no sign of Nick. My tears had dried at this point. My body was numb so was my mind. If I wanted to I could sit there for hours because feeling pity on myself was an art that I had an expertise on.

But I decided to look for him and maybe talk it out if I had a chance. We both deserved apologies from each other. I walked around the famed dance area. The crowd was thinning out, It was almost midnight after all. I thought I looked for everywhere for him in and around the festival. Then I saw a small alley way beside the liquor store that was off church grounds.

Nick’s jacket was lying on the ground near the entrance. My mind was spewing the worst possible scenarios so I ran towards it and my heart dropped to my stomach.

Nick was making out with another guy. Both of them were clearly intoxicated. Nick was pinned against the wall and the guy was vigorously forcing him upon him. Nick was out of it and didn’t notice me. He kept staring at a distance like a china doll and let the man have his way.

“What happened now? Shy? You didn’t seem so with your pretty little boyfriend out in the public.” The other guy smirked and bit Nick’s neck. The guy was bigger and seemed stronger than Nick and I combined. The guy was struggling to open his belt when suddenly Nick spat on him. This enraged the guy and he slapped Nick right on his face. The slap echoed in the empty corridor.

That is when my shock wore off and I sprinted towards them. I knew I could die like this. I should’ve called the police or do anything else but try to fight that hulk of a man. But the gut had its own mind. I yelled at the man and yanked at his hair. He screamed and let go off Nick. It was my chance to get away. But the guy held me by my shoulder and wrapped his hands around my neck to choke me. “How dare you?” he growled.

But Nick wasted no time to bite the man’s hand which released me from his grip. When he was about to attack us again, Nick kicked him in his balls.

Ouch.

The man collapsed. I was still high on adrenaline so I was stupidly staring at the entire situation when Nick grabbed my hand once again. And we ran away; on my way I picked up Nick’s jacket too.

We ran towards the church back door and hid behind a counter. Both of us were out breath.

And when we were able to breathe again, we seemed to forget how to speak. We were silent for what it felt was like for ages. The silence was uncomfortable. I decided to look towards my right. Nick was still breathing heavily. His eyes were bloodshot and tears had dried at corner of his eye. His chest was rapidly moving in demand for more air and his hands were trembling. I felt a tug at my chest. As if it would burst immediately.

He suddenly turned towards me; his right was completely covered by his hair. Those brilliant blue eyes turned grey in the dark church room. He asked me without skipping a beat, “Why are you crying?”

It was then when I noticed I had been crying the entire time. My tears were flowing nonstop.

I hugged him.

I don’t know why? Perhaps I got brave again. I hugged Nick. He was caught off-guard. We were sitting beside each other on the concrete floor of the church. The counter table was on top of us. He was shaking and was in shock and I hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his back and his knees that he had crouched in closer when he first sat. And I placed my head on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry.” I sobbed like a baby. “I am so fucking sorry for everything that happened.”

I know my apology was nothing if compared to what he went through. Now he smelled like alcohol and cigarettes only. He gave me no reaction. I wanted him to cry, to let me know how he was feeling. This emotion less façade was hurting him more than anything.

Please cry. Let me help you. I was constantly reiterating it in my head. Hoping that somehow or in some way, he’d get my message.

But he didn’t.

And I kept hugging him.

I was crying on his shoulder like a little child. I felt like a failure.

A minute or two passed by and he rested his head on my hair with a sigh, as if whatever happened was nothing but a minor inconvenience. As if he was just tired.

I wanted to shake him out of this trance but I was frozen myself.

After sometime, we were quiet and out of words. Sitting there, trying to compose ourselves.

“I wish you hadn’t tried to be a hero to save me.” He whispered.

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A/N: heavy stuff I know. Hopefully things get better. Please let me know about your thoughts. I am a new writer and any kind of support is appreciated and will mean a lot to me. Thank you. Hope you enjoyed it. <3

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[thehollowwriter]

Blaze has it out for Finn not just because he feels stronger and braver by targeting Finn, but also because he's extremely jealous.

Finn's dad sounds awful on paper, at least to Blaze and others:

•Butcher

•Hunter

•Fom the Abyss

•Very shady

•Never went to any school of any kind

•Extremely powerful

•Was married to another extremely powerful mer

•Is greatly feared and disliked by a lot of the community

•Lacks in expressiveness and emotion

•Was apparently very murderous and violent when he was younger

•Has business with the Leeches, has probably killed people

•Literally wears bones as a necklace

Surely, someone like that would be a terrible parent?

Nope. Silas is a great dad. He shows up to school events and parent-teacher meetings, tries to make as many of Finn's music recitals as possible, he showers Finn with endless compliments (to the point were Finn is able to be very happy being plus sized, to Blaze's shock), is insistent that Finn makes friends, is very supportive of his desires, attentive his needs, etc.

Meanwhile, Blaze's own mom was born in Atlanta, went to school, was popular, graduated top of her class, became a popular actress, is well liked by the locals, is not in fact murderous, is very expressive and emotional etc.

Someone like that would be considered a good parent a child can rely on. And yet... she's an alcoholic, she's violent and aggressive and hurts him frequently, she's fake at work and on camera, never shows up to anything school related Blaze has going on, she doesn't care about anything Blaze does or has to say unless it disrespects her or makes her look bad, wants Blaze to follow in her own... tail? Steps? and dismisses other career interests he may have.

How does someone like Silas, who, for all intents and purposes, might as well be described as a monster manage to be a better, more desirable parent than his own mother, a respectable, beautiful woman with very human features and a great job? How?

And on top of that, Finn, this fat ugly creepy shark, is now close with the octotrio in some way Blaze can't pinpoint, and has made a number of friends in NRC while Blaze has... no one.

It's just not fair.

#sorry for the essay lol #quinn quips #blaze dugal #finn clearcove #octavinelle #silas clearcove #twisted wonderland #twst oc #tw fatphobia #tw alchoholism #tw abuse

[artaxlivs]

WIP Wednesday - I was tagged by @eriquin and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

I have this creepy story that's been posted as only 2 of 4 chapters for months while I was busy. It's called There's Something Wrong With Steve and it's sort of disjointed and unreliable narrator-ish because Eddie's very out of it...anyway. I'm currently finishing it. This is what I wrote on it yesterday:

One of Steve’s hands finds it’s way around Eddie’s waist and dips under the hem of his shirt, swiping a warm thumb across the skin there. Eddie shivers, tries not to think about the possibly of a monster holding him, pressing all of their hard angles together, kissing along the hinge of his jaw. That Eddie might be running his hands up a monster’s chest, letting his mouth fall open in invitation to something he should be keeping out. But he does. He does think about it. And his heart pounds inside his ribcage and in his mind he sees fangs and wounds that never seem to heal, hands that touch him in the dark. Then he buries it, buries it beneath the hope. The hope that someone braver than he, stronger than he, will be here tonight to fight whatever it is that Steve is. That someone will save Eddie from the boy who saved him.

So yeah...that's what I'm working on. But I also need to get these others out finally so idk, send me an ask and I'll write something new in whichever one you choose, just for you!

Even Flowers Have There Dangers Series (No one is alone) - I'm working on Max's Letter (Stanger Things)

Hot for Teacher (Steddie musician/teacher thing)

Incubus Eddie (Steddie)

Let the Music Play (part three) (Steddie)

Winterhawk Parents (Clint/Bucky)

Clint Enchanted (Clint/Bucky)

I've been epically failing at all game posting and WIP posting but all of these people are amazing so no pressure tags: @fuctacles @steventhusiast @penny00dreadful @lorifragolina @vampeddie @lady-lostmind @vecnuthy

#I also wrote a sterek I haven't posted yet ...I don't know what happened.

[alienaiver]

Hi Nohr! I always look forward to your writing! 💜

And if it's okay to request, can I pick Satori Tendo + 110 please?

DERU !!!! HI <3333 im so sorry i fell asleep writing this [clown emoji] IJDESFJSE but of course it is!

the heavens rewarded you with: "Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you” and i hope i did it justice! it turned out to be 1k words and there's no warnings!! i hope you enjoy this my love <3333333

send me an ask with a random number between 1-210 and a character and i’ll write you a little story!

Tendou sighs as he leans his head further into his palm, observing you through the bushes he’s currently hiding in. He feels rather like a creep, doing this but he loves observing your flying lessons and how you patiently teach the younger fairies to use their wings, always smiling and supporting them however you’re able.

Tendou is from Shiratorizawa, the land of the Oracles. Every year, they send apprentices out to work with a fairy to fulfill their destiny. It sounds much more grandiose than Tendou likes to think it is, but the energy harvested from a fairy finding and accomplishing their life’s mission is what fuels Shiratorizawa and it can be small things, like becoming a teacher, taking care of the sacred plants or it can be big and important things like saving the world or warding off some kind of evil. They haven’t had need for that for a few centuries though, and Tendou is sent to help you find your purpose so that you’re able to fulfill your destiny – not even he knows what it entails, exactly.

Tendou was sent from his home almost a year ago and should’ve contacted you upon arrival but alas, he’s a coward. It’s a new side of him he only learned about recently, upon laying his eyes on you and then promptly turning around.

You seem absolutely stunning and otherworldly. He can’t possibly approach you.

Luckily, you don’t suspect that your apprentice has voluntarily stayed away because you’re not even aware that the time for his arrival is now.

Everyone finds their purpose in life at different ages so there’s never been a predated year in a fairy’s life to start their search. Some are approached when they are kids, some as teenagers and some even so far into adulthood that they may have started questioning their purpose.

But they always show up at the needed time, when the fairy is ready to fulfill such destiny required of them.

Tendou sighs again after he realizes he might be the first to neglect his duty like this. He won’t make Shiratorizawa proud like this. He shudders as he thinks back to his confidence upon leaving – where did that go? He knows he can strange and off-putting – being reminded of the fact his fair share of times growing up but he never imagined it’d impact his job as it does so now.

You say goodbye to the fairies now, bent down at the knees to be at a more level height with them, telling them to enjoy their weekend. Tendou has an inkling to what theme your destiny might involve, but if there’s one thing that he took away from school is that personality doesn’t necessarily equate destiny. His elbow, leaned hazardously on his thigh that is slipping ever so slightly – enough so that he doesn’t realize – is holding up the head that might as well have hearts circling around it. His wings flutter behind him in excitement upon hearing you laugh at a student’s joke and mindlessly, he grabs a piece of chocolate from the little package next to him.

His leg slips on the mossy branch that he’s sitting on and with a surprised yelp, he ends up falling forward, face-first into the ground underneath him. He groans as he tries to correct his spine but it’s too late. The children heard him and they’re all favoring checking out the noise than listening to you.

They call your name in various stages of excitement as one of the braver girls pick Tendou up from the ground. Some of them had been sure he was a beetle; with the way he was laying face first on the ground. Yikes.

“He’s not a beetle at all!” she says, her cheeks puffed out in a pout, turning Tendou this way and that in her grasp. Tendou lets out another groan before reinstating his regular height and size as to get away from the sticky hands he’s been caught in. Sounds of amazement and excitement are heard throughout your class as you finally catch up with them.

“He’s an apprentice!” someone yells and everyone starts to hastily look around at each other, wondering who’s lucky enough to get one while they’re so young. Tendou clicks his tongue as he scratches his head. “I bet it’s Kageyama!” someone yells and Tendou furrows his brows, “it’s not!” he says and he hears you giggle. It’s hard to hold back a pout at that.

“Then who are ya here for!?” another kid yells, a menacing look in his eyes. He sighs, defeated as he slumps a bit. He then lifts his hand to point at you, and almost whispers your name out loud.

You gasp and the kids cheer.

After the endeavor of dealing with all the excited kids, you’re finally alone together. Tendou feels like he’s sweating buckets, trying to contain his awkwardness and general air of uncomfortableness. You relax in the tree next to him, your head rested on your knees. You’re getting to know each other a bit before you turn your head to him, tilted sideways by your position and ask, “where have you been all my life?”

Tendou swallows thickly, looking at anything but you before he decides to hell with it, he should be able to tell you the truth. The moment he decides to be honest with you, his brain also loses the ability to sugarcoat words it seems, as he simply says, “hiding from you.”

This takes you back and your eyes widen for a moment. Then, to Tendou’s surprise, you just start laughing, hiding your face in your knees again. He starts to apologize and tries to explain but you dismiss him with a wave of your hand before you look up at him again, “well I’m glad you’ve stopped hiding, then.”

The smile you send him is so bright that he feels his ears grow red. This is the first time such a gentle smile of yours is directed at him, and he feels the beat of his heart skyrocket. He takes in a mouthful of air, “me too.”

#jfkdsf i hope this made sense!!! i honestly wanna write so much more for this...... it seemed fun #tendous so cute!!! i feel like he wouldnt care abt him being weird to anyone BUT YOU! hes like. oh shit oh fuck [stumbles over his own weir #ness] IM NORMAL #ykno? he'll open up gradually tho <3 #thank you for requesting him!!! this is my first time writing him so i hope i did him justice !!! #haikyuu x reader #tendou satori x reader #writing game #nohr.writing #nohr.hq #i have six more requests btw #i still have five more requests and im off the entire day!!! <33333

[drauthor]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

I was tagged by the absolutely lovely and hardworking @shootingstarpilot (go pay him so much love and read shoulder the sky, I weep every time, I swear to god). It’s my first time being tagged in anything so I’m a little weepy 🥹

I have two rather large Codywan AU projects warring for space in my head but one of them has me in a chokehold of writer’s block—I cannot seem to figure out how the fuck I want to start it. It hates me and wants to kill me.

So, enjoy this (late, I’m so sorry) snippet of my newest project, a Codywan-centric Modern AU with music teacher!Cody and ER doctor!Obi-Wan:

His day started with music theory—an elective class restricted to juniors and seniors who had already taken at least two years of band—which meant most of the students had known Cody for almost seven years and had figured out Cody wasn’t all that terrifying unless you gave him reason. A few of his braver students—Cal Kestis, for example—had even realized friendly teasing was on the table if it stayed simple and you could handle it back.  

“My brothers can’t bully me into anything I don’t want to do.” Cody paused, tapping out a quick scale, before raising his eyes skyward, considering. “And I don’t know if I’d trust any of them to babysit. Any one of them could burn my house down alone, I wouldn’t want to see them with Meg in tow.” 

A bold-faced lie. He wouldn’t have survived taking custody of Rex, Boba, and Meg if it hadn’t been for his other brothers. Cal didn’t have to know that, though, and it was worth it for the way Cal and his friends laughed.  

Cody watched the rest of his music theory class pile into the room, his chest growing warm with a mix of fondness and excitement. Worry still curdled his stomach whenever his thoughts turned to Meg, but he was a professional and he had taught through worse things than a bit of worry.  

He stood as the bell rang, biting back the smirk when the class fell into an instant hush. “Right. Let’s get started then.” 

... perhaps a little bit more than a 'last line' but I liked how the snippet flowed. Please enjoy and I look forward to getting to post the work soon, hopefully!

I tag: anyone who would like to participate! I've been on Tumblr for years now, but this is the first time I've ever really tried to get involved in fandom/reach out to other authors and creators so, please participate and come say hi! I'd love to meet you all!

#writing #star wars #drauthor writes #ao3 #blame shootingstarpilot #fanfic #wip #last line challenge #last line tag #last line game #codywan #modern au #high school teacher cody #music teacher cody #army veteran cody #er doctor obi-wan #doctor obi-wan #omega is meg #cody has so many brothers #and even more cousins

[icelandsgirl]

I made a fairytale based on my life (the explanation is after the story)

Once upon a time in a kingdom far away, there lived a king and queen who lived in a magnificent palace with their two beautiful daughters. The princesses had their quirks, but they were kind, smart, and beloved by all. The eldest princess was the top of her class with many, many friends and took her duties as future queen very seriously. In her free time, however, the princess loved to be wild, to roam the mountainous countryside, to run through the meadows and fields of spring flowers and morning dew, to feel the cool breeze on her face as she twirled in the dirt. The king and queen loved her adventurous spirit and praised her for it constantly. That all ended much too soon. Over time, the princess fell ill, getting weaker every day. The king and queen took her to see many doctors, but none could figure out what went wrong. The princess kept feeling worse, and the king and queen were forced to use their last resort. They brought their beautiful daughter to see The Witch. The Witch told the king and queen that their daughter was very ill and would leave this Earth very soon. The queen begged for The Witch to save her daughter's life, and The Witch told her there was one more option. Black magick. The princess would have to give up something very dear to her to keep her life. The princess had to chose what to give up. She couldn't give up her intelligence or her kindness, so the princess gave up her beauty. The Witch used her magick to turn the princess into a hideous beast, but the princess was cured. When the princess tried to return to school, her classmates were scared of her. They ran and hid anytime she came near. Even her teachers thought she was a monster. The king and queen didn't want their daughter to scare the people, so they pulled her out of school and forced her to live in seclusion deep inside the palace walls. The queen forced her to stop going outside, leaving what was once the crown princess to lay in her lonely prison, rotting away. The king and queen couldn't have a monster as the queen of the kingdom, so they told her she wasn't going to be the queen. They couldn't have the younger daughter be the queen because the younger princess had grown cruel and enjoyed hurting others. The queen had another baby, a boy this time. He was to be the king. The king and queen loved him more than they ever loved their daughters. He was spoiled rotten. Meanwhile, the eldest princess had grown bitter and closed off. She stopped showing her emotions and started dabbling in black magick. Desperate to return her beauty and be loved by her parents once again, she used black magick to turn her beautiful again. The price to pay was her soul, sold to the dark Underworld. She was bound to go to Hell and serve Satan for all eternity. The princess was beautiful again, and she was still as clever and caring, but the king and queen didn't want her anymore. She mattered not to them, who had a new heir to the throne. She was hurt and felt betrayed. Then the war started. The war lasted a long time, and when the king went off to fight, he found a woman more beautiful than the queen with a son smarter and braver than the king's own son. The king annulled his marriage with the queen and made this new woman the queen. The eldest princess was no longer a princess, just a simple peasant, a peasant who practiced dark magick. No one liked her; she was an oddity. The girl was all alone. And then she met her. A young girl, a peasant, who understood. A girl who didn't think she was a witch or a demon or a servant. A girl who saw her as an equal, as a friend. And it didn't matter that the princess wasn't a princess anymore. It didn't matter that the queen would always be disappointed in her. It didn't matter that was weird or ugly or stupid. Because this girl was her friend. And that is all that really matters.

EXPLANATION:

Okay, I know, kinda confusing. Alright, so let me start from the beginning. I grew up in an upper-middle class family (we were really poor when I was really little but that's not important) (there was also this one time my uncle tried to rape and kill me but that's also not important) and I had a lot of friends, good grades, etc. I was a champion skier and I was on the track team. When I was around ten years old, I started feeling sick. I got worse and worse before I was diagnosed with two brain tumors. I had to have surgery to have them removed (it saved my life, thank the fucking Gods) but to do that they had to literally scalp me. (Don't worry, they put it back ;)) Because of this, the skin was on a little loose, and I had skin that sagged around my eyes. When I returned to school, my classmates, my teachers, and even my friends laughed at me, called me names, and pulled at their eyes, mocking me. My mom made me stop skiing and running. It fucking hurt. And I already had a prescription for codeine. I took a few too many here, way too many there, so on and so forth. I was pretty much a child narcotics addict. Not even pretty much. I was. The bullying got so bad that my parents pulled me out of school and homeschooled me. It was horrible. COVID hit and I was stuck in the house while my precious baby brother was born and my dad became a drunk, and my mom and dad started fighting and it escalated physically, and my dad molested me, and my mom beat me, and I wanted to die, and I was flying through my codeine prescriptions way too fast. They ran out, and I turned to undereating and overexercising. Eventually, my face went back to normal. I still look ugly, though. After my mom screamed at me over my skinniness, I turned to self-harming and oh boy, that sucks. It made me feel good though, kind of like the codeine did. What I wouldn't give for some of that right now. My need for some kind of addiction lead me to Hetalia, where I obsess over certain characters (mostly Iceland) because it distracts me from what is actually happening in real life. Eventually, my mom signed me up for dance lessons, in hopes I would be her pretty perfect ballerina. I hate it. No I don't. I like it, but I like skiing and running better. I'm expected to be perfect when I'm not. Eventually, my mom beat her own face in with a paint can (she lived) and blamed my dad, so he left the house and now he lives with his girlfriend and her son, while we struggle with money. I'm autistic, and no one likes me. That is, until I met this girl recently who is so nice to me and talks to me and doesn't think I'm a loser or a weirdo or anything like that. I love her more than she will ever know.

Thanks for letting me rant and reading this far. It means a lot <3

[danganronpafan777]

Oh my the Carrie White S/O or Y/N post poor reader how about one for Rei,Yuri,Shinji,Kanade,Hibiki but them witnessing the Blood Bucket scene

Damn, Carrie ask part two! 

Rei Mekaru:

Rei was suspicious from the start, the way everyone seemed to be treating you decently despite what you told her

However, this was the happiest she's ever seen you, and she didn't expect your smile to be so...heartwarming to her

Even if she hated these kinds of dances, she found herself smiling too 

Was she... proud of you?

It was a new feeling, but she'd be lying if she said that it was unpleasant

When the bucket of blood fell on you, she could barely contain her rage

She clenched her teeth and tried to comfort you, not really caring about the blood getting on her dress (it was red anyway so-)

Rei is a professional college teacher, so she'll launch a formal complaint to the school and get those bullies expelled once and for all

That doesn't mean she won't tell them off herself

After grabbing napkins and paper towels and taking you away, she won't hesitate to flame the bullies harder than a chef on Hell's Kitchen 

At least one of those assholes is getting slapped

Truthfully, Rei knows how you feel, she experienced bullying after being held back in first grade

She promises herself to never let you feel like she did, never again

"Y/n, those Incompetents are fools. As my S/o, you are much smarter, stronger, and braver than any of them. Don't let them make you feel like this. Don't be scared to stand up for yourself, to them and your mother."

Yuri Kagarin:

Yuri got you the best and most expensive dress you could ever want, so you winning the title as queen probably would have happened whether there was a prank or not

Still, he was so proud of you, and the sight of your smiling face lit up his whole world. 

When the bucket of blood falls on you, he's enraged

"Вы, сукины, собираетесь гореть в самых темных глубинах ада!"

He's still yelling in Russian by the time you've cleaned yourself up 

If any of the bullies are female, he would still scold them for doing this to you

If any of the bullies are male, he won't hesitate to throw punches (for such a small guy, he is kinda strong-)

Depending on how many of your bullies are male, he might be leaving with more blood on him than you

Either way, he'll bring you back to his mansion, begging you to stay with him knowing what your mother is like

He'll also get you a new and better dress, and throw his own luxurious party just for you with his female classmates (he'll even invite the males if you ask him to)

"Y/n, Моя дорогая. I'm sorry that this night didn't go the way we planned, but even with the blood on your dress, you were still the prettiest girl at that dance." 

Shinji Kasai:

He was beet red the whole dance, but happy to be with you

He couldn't describe how proud he was when you were crowned queen

And how angry he was when you were soaked with blood

He'd immediately comfort you, and grab napkins to dry off the blood

If the bullies were girls, he would stop stuttering and scold them, telling them how cruel they were

If the bullies were guys, he would raise his voice much more, but he isn't one to get violent 

It wasn't until someone joked that he'd have to use the fire hose to hose you down when he punched the bastard

(You later found out that the kid had to go to the hospital, but what Shinji didn't know wouldn't hurt him-)

The two of you left the dance, Shinji holding you the entire time

When you got in his car with him, he didn't know what to do

He was awkward when it came to dates, he didn't want the night to end like this, and he sure as hell didn't want to drop you back off to your mother

He found himself pulling over, turning up the music, and stepping out of the car and urging you to do the same.

"Shinji..? What are you doing?"

You walked over to him, the night was silent except the music blaring from the car.

His face went red again, and even with the blood on you, he found himself falling for you.

"I...I don't want the night to end like this... so even if it's not the same as being at the dance..."

He held out his hands.

"Will you...dance with me?"

Kanade Otonokoji:

Someone's going to die tonight

Kanade is clever so she probably could have figured it out and stopped the whole prank in advance

However, your dress, her hatred of your mother, and your adorable excitement for the dance completely threw her off 

When it happens, it takes everything for her to hold her sweet girl act

She bursts into fake tears and tries to pull you away, and if one of the bullies say something, she'll make that face and scream at them

She won't hesitate to comfort you, bringing you to her own house and the two of you enjoy a night to yourselves

"Y-You didn't deserve that, Y/n! You deserve the world, a-and I don't want you to feel this way ever again! I think you should stay with me and Hibiki for a while...but I've got an...errand to run real quick. You can start the movie without me." 

Even if the night didn't go as planned, you were happy to watch a movie and cuddle with your girlfriend

The next day you learn that the punch bowl was poisoned, and over half the school was in the hospital

Maybe it was good luck that you weren't at that dance after all

Hibiki Otonokoji:

She would never admit how cute she thought you looked in your dress or how proud she was of you when you were crowned queen.

"Duh! It's my S/o! Of course they're the-"

When the blood falls onto you, she briefly feels heartbroken for you, before being consumed by rage

She will go right up to the leader of the bullies and smack the hell out of them (but is not prepared for retaliation in the slightest)

Her voice is dry from yelling at so many people by the time you leave, which is impressive considering how she's a vocalist and has been known to sing for hours on end

She is still angry after leaving, but she tries to comfort you, even if she's not great at it

"They're jerks! All of them! We don't need people like them! The dance was stupid anyway!"

She offers for the two of you to get ice cream and watch a movie at her house 

Even if the night didn't turn out how you planned, you still fell asleep in your girlfriends arms, the movie playing in the background overshadowed by your girlfriend's sweet voice as she sang you a lullaby.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Steel and gold -Vance Hopper & OC

Summary: Slices of life. Violet meets the so feared Pinball Vance in school.

Warnings: For obvious reasons all the characters are minors. Vance is about 15 (I know movie says it was 13 but -let's be honest, that's funny) so the rest of the characters are about 13-14. TW: mentions of bullying, common used slurs (it's 1979).

The first time she saw him come in, Violet felt a little shock. Everyone knew Pinball Vance, that's what they called him because he spent his free time playing pinball at the mini-supermarket, although that wasn't the only reason he was famous. Famous, not popular, like Rodney Alcala or Ted Bundy would be, because everyone knew not to fuck with Vance.

The math teacher arrived not long after, Vance had been leaning boredly by the classroom windows overlooking the gym field, casting baleful glances at whoever passed him, unsmiling.

"Today we have a new student...well, in our grade" she specified, gesturing to Vance "Mr. Hopper, please take a seat."

The teacher indicated which desk would be his, and without even looking at her Vance went to the indicated spot and sat down as if resigned, right next to Violet. Violet averted her eyes immediately, she felt as if she had just been placed next to a big, rabid wolf that could bite at any moment, and spent the entire class pretending that next to her was not the little terror of North Denver.

As everyone worked through a series of calculations, Violet felt the first blow. They were already taking their time, she thought nonchalantly, and used her pencil to remove from her shoulders a paper pellet that someone had shot at her with a makeshift blowgun. Not many minutes later, she felt the second hit, this time from a much larger paper ball, and the giggles of her tormentors came clear in the general silence of the class.

"Quiet back there" requested the teacher unaware of the reason for the commotion. Violet went back to her own thing, and then....

"Psst... pssst..."

She ignored the initial buzzing because she was already used to her cherished classmates playing a trick on her with them.

"Are you deaf or what?" growled a voice right next to her. She lifted her head, Vance Hopper was talking to her, and he was scowling.

"I'm sorry...what's wrong?" she muttered, amused. 

"Do you have an eraser?"

"Uh..." Violet reached into her small pencil case and found what the boy was asking for. She held it out to him and didn't get a sad thank you, but just as well. The last thing she needed was for Vance to join her legion of torturers. 

When the bell rang, the girl didn't dare ask him for the eraser back, and Vance was already almost running out of the room anyway. 

…

As she took the milk carton, Violet averted her gaze to the pinball machine. Of course Vance was there, fighting for supremacy as if life had no other meaning; he seemed more relaxed than at school, and she even heard him bantering a bit with the one boy who had enough balls (or the requisite lack of brain cells) to hang out with him. The show was interrupted by the arrival in droves of some girls Violet had the displeasure of meeting: Sandy, Lizzie and Pearl, laughing their heads off and in their finest attire, the weekend was an invitation for North Denver teens to shake off a little of the school doldrums, after all.

Violet scurried to the counter to pay as quickly as possible and leave, but to her bad luck one of the girls spotted her.

"Violet!" she exclaimed, smiling at her as if they were best friends "What are you doing here?"

"What a pretty dress...is it your grandmother's?" spat Lizzie, and her friends laughed at the joke. Violet took the paper bag with the milk and eggs and turned away from them, or at least she tried to, because they followed her out the door.

"Don't go, Violet!" the giggles followed her beyond the door, and the girl, crestfallen, clenched the bag angrily. Oh, if only she were a little braver to put them in their place.....

Violet was aware that she had no friends, at least not at school. She spent her hours alone, reading on the sly so the bullies wouldn't go and take her book or glasses, even going to the bathroom gave her a sense of danger because already once Sandy and her friends managed to lock her in, although the mischief didn't last long thanks to a passing janitor. She saw red every time they or some other insufferable one showed up, but she was not able to do anything, no one could ever respect her, with that fragile body and that unbeatable shyness... and the world was not like in the books, a gentleman of dubious reputation but heart of gold would not appear to protect her.

…

"Bradley, Carradine, Cotton..." the Literature teacher was returning the papers to the students, with a stern expression "I'm disappointed, guys, most of you don't seem to have fully understood the instructions and your papers are... well, improvable if anything, I hope for the fall term your writing will change... Dennis, Durk, Gray..." the sheet that corresponded to Violet's essay showed a nice A+ "Gilles, as always, your work exceeds expectations, congratulations"

She smiled at the sheet, she really was proud of her little dissertation on romance, but she heard a farting sound and an insidious voice muttering behind her back:

"Congratulations to the great writer..." 

A chorus of laughter followed, which Violet chose to ignore, until a hand reached behind her trying to take the sheet from her.

"Let me see" Pearl demanded. Violet tugged at her work, shielding it.

"No!"

"Let me see it, Violet."

"I don't want to." 

"What a creep!" and Pearl returned to her seat, but not before whipping half her face using her long hair with an exaggerated gesture. There was another pair of eyes on her, two desks away: Vance Hopper was looking at her sideways, and noticing him she folded the sheet and tucked it between the pages of her notebook nervously. 

Gym class was the one Violet dreaded the most coming up, it was as if it had been designed for people like her to go through adult-validated humiliations, and that day the teacher could think of nothing better than to put them in dodgeball. Violet kept her face serene, not knowing whether it was wiser to leave her glasses on (at least she could see the damn balls coming) or not (so as to avoid breaking them).

"You know the rules: don't cross the line, each team must stay on their side, hits directed at the face are illegal... ready?"

At the sound of the whistle, the massacre began, most were playing in true sportsmanship, but since they were on mixed teams, it was not uncommon for there to be a clear intent on the part of the boys to attack each other more viciously. The exception was Violet, who saw a ball thrown by one of the boys, Rick, coming and barely ducked to avoid getting hit in the head. She ran after an abandoned ball and tried her luck throwing it haphazardly; the truth was that Violet had a lot of arm strength, and the ball crossed almost the entire field until it landed at the feet of a very out-of-the-way player.

"Throw more carefully!" a girl from her team scolded her, passing by her side. 

Three members of her side of the court had been knocked out in less than five minutes, all downed by Vance's throws. Violet grabbed another ball, and at that moment two more were headed for her; she jumped back, avoiding the hit almost for nothing, but that seemed to incite some of the opposing team to go after her without quarter, and she found herself running like mad, dodging them until Lizzie, who was on her team, came out in her path.

"Where do you think you're going?" she shrieked, shoving her "Throw the ball, stupid!"

The shove, combined with the unsteadiness of her feet, tripped her up. She heard laughter from both sides of the field and, raging, she sat up and threw the ball with a piercing scream. This time she really hit someone.

"Hopper, eliminated!" the teacher announced after a whistle. Violet stood there, hands still outstretched and eyes wide as Vance walked off the field in clear annoyance. Of course, hitting the other kids without getting reprimanded had to be his favorite thing in the world, and Violet had just taken that away from him.

"You hit Pinball Vance!" taunted a boy behind her back.

"You're dead, bitch," added another girl, grinning.

…

Everyone knew it was unwise to talk to Vance while he was playing, so Violet stood at the side of the magazines, pretending to be looking for one, to give the boy time to take a break. That lasted an eternity, and as soon as she saw Vance's hands let go of the machine, with a deep sigh, she walked over to him.

"He-hello..." she greeted with a bowed head and a sidelong glance at him. Vance turned his head toward her.

"And what do you want?" he asked with his usual grumpiness.

"It's just...I wanted to a-apologize...for today in class..." 

She looked down at her hands, waiting to receive either an insult or perhaps a shove. What she heard was a sort of snort.

"Are you serious? That was a stupid exercise, you think I was going to beat you to a pulp or what?" the boy sneered. Violet just ducked her head even more, and Vance shook his, incredulous "Fuck...what's your name?"

"V-Violet."

"Well then, Violet, don't apologize to me, I didn't even remember that shit anymore, okay?" and without a second thought, Vance leaned over to put another penny in the pinball machine and go about his business.

"Okay...bye." 

"Uh-huh" grunted the boy without looking at her, focused again.

…

The girls screamed in horror when the beetle landed on Violet's head, but Violet took it off without flinching. She looked at the bug fighting for its life, waving its little legs that looked ridiculous compared to its huge body, and thought it looked cute, so she carried it over to the window to let it out.

"Oh no, you let your lunch go!" shouted one of the girls, receiving the usual support from the crowd. Violet returned to her seat, but a boy sat in it, smiling. She already knew what was coming, and decided to pretend she didn't care: someone stood on a desk behind her, and poured a sea of trash, paper, pencil scraps, even a banana peel that slid down her left shoulder.

"Are you done?" she asked as she shook off the shavings. A booming voice exclaimed:

"What the fuck are you doing there?" 

The hubbub stopped, and even Violet turned around. Vance glared at the boy holding the trash can.

"That's my seat, asshole, get down now!" the blond ordered him. His terrified companion jumped down from the desk, and when Vance approached, he saw the remains of the trash as well. "Come here..." he reached out an arm and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, the crowd slowly drifting away "You threw all this crap, right?"

"I-I... I..." stammered the boy.

"Clean my damn desk!" he spat, almost throwing him face-first into it. Vance was intimidating by his mere presence and no one dared to object, plus the truth was that they were all a year younger than him, and so his eyes noticed that Violet also had traces of trash still stuck to her clothes.

Lunchtime came, and Violet was again with her back against a wall. She wasn't reading, she was writing, she had been working on that story since the Christmas vacations and had about half a notebook full of notes, and there was no happier time than when she could sit down and continue her tale.

She noticed out of the corner of her eye someone approaching, and immediately, as a precaution, she hid her notebook behind her; it turned out to be Vance, who, seeing her there, made a contrite face. Violet averted her face nervously, almost hugging her knees as the blond walked past her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked "This is my place."

"This is where I always come" Violet didn't measure her words, and almost to the point she regretted it. But Vance only shrugged and leaned against the wall.

"I hope you're not a damn snitch," and he pulled out of his clothes a cigarette and a lighter that was clearly from the school lab. Violet relaxed a bit and picked up her notebook again, while the boy next to her smoked like it was nothing. "And what's that, more homework?" he suddenly added.

"No" Violet replied simply.

"Good thing, I'm up to my neck in that shit."

He stood there until the cigarette was finished, then he threw it away, crushed it with his foot and walked away without another word. Violet saw the cigarette butt half a foot away, and thought Vance reminded her of a dragon, and imagining him as one, with scales and a tail, she laughed a little.

…

"Hopper, you'll be teaming up with Gilles" announced the Literature teacher. Vance glanced behind her back, the blue eyes were riveted on the girl's surprised face, and the murmurs were not long in coming "Gilles, I'm sorry, but since you're the most advanced it will be up to you to put Mr. Hopper on terms."

Some, those who didn't spend their lives annoying her, watched her with a little pity, the rest barely concentrated, eager to see the fearsome boy tear her to shreds. The class stood up to switch seats to join their activity partners, and Violet noticed Vance plop down at the desk across from her, facing her.

"Let's get this over with soon," he said dryly. Violet nodded and checked her notes.

"Well...what have you read about exoticism? It seems like a good topic to me."

"Exoticism? Does it have to do with naked girls?"

Vance didn't bother to lower his voice if he didn't feel it was necessary, and several laughed at his comment, though they quieted when they felt him looking at them. Violet bit her lip to stifle her own laughter.

"No, that's..." she throat cleared "Look, exoticism is an addition to literary romanticism, okay?" she extended her book towards him, she already knew that Vance often forgot his own books "Remember last class? The teacher talked about exoticism and gothic text in the works of Poe and Maupassant..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." 

"You didn't... take notes?"

"What for? Every course we look at the same fucking topics."

"Well, then you should remember something."

"Well no" growled Vance.

"So how are we going to do the work then?" 

"How should I know? I'm sorry the teacher put you in with me, because you're going to have a hard time."

Violet frowned and closed her book with a snap.

"I already have a hard time anyway. Listen, I'll explain the subject but you have to promise to work with me...okay?" she added coyly, the boy's eyes (fierce, blue eyes) bore into her face, silent for long seconds.

"As you wish" he agreed at last, leaning against the back of the desk.

"Well... open your notebook."

"What, are you going to dictate to me?"

"No, but I want to make sure you're actually listening to me."

"Shit" but Vance took his notebook, and spent the entire class listening to the explanations his partner was relaying to him. In the end they couldn't make any progress on the project, but the disappointment of those who expected to see her smacking her forehead with the book out of frustration was a small victory.

"Tell me I won't need all this crap" the blond muttered, finally closing his notebook as the bell rang.

"You'll see later, and by the way..." Violet sat up to put her things away, and for the first time dared to look him in the eye "What you were thinking about is called eroticism, and it's also a part of literature."

Vance stood there, in one piece, until the girl walked past him waving goodbye with a thread of a voice.

…

The rain puddles were so wide that Violet knew she couldn't save her shoes, but she cared more about protecting the rest of her. As it turned out, she had gone out to the park when the rain caught up with her, and was unlucky enough to run into the classroom gang who were always bothering her, and who didn't hesitate to corner her just for the fun.

"And where did you get that haircut? I don't want to go to that hairdresser ever."

"Violet, why are you so hideous, on your mother's or father's side?"

"Let me see your glasses..."

She had already lost a pair in the previous term because some boys threw them into the street and a car crushed them, so she was jumping up and down among the jeering mob trying to get them back.

"That's enough!" she exclaimed "Give them to me!"

"You can't see shit with these!" scoffed one, shoving them in her face before passing them to another girl. 

"Please!" demanded Violet.

"There they go!" the girl tossed them and Violet went after them, but another boy beat her to it, ready to continue the cruel joke. Fed up, Violet planted herself and shouted:

"Fuck you!"

The boys laughed, the rain had started to get worse, and one of them stumbled. Violet took the opportunity to try to take off her glasses, but he resisted sufficiently and, in desperation, she grabbed him by the hand and bit him with all her might. 

"Aaaaagh!" the scream of pain upset everything, and as soon as Violet got hold of her glasses again, she understood that she had just crossed a line "You fucking bitch!"

Without a second thought she broke into a run, doing her best not to stumble. She knew, because she heard them, that the group was chasing her and this time she wasn't going to get away with just a couple of swipes, however she was a long way from home, and the only shelter nearby was....

She entered the mini-supermarket like a flash, to the surprise of the shopkeeper who gave a gasp as Violet entered the aisles, seeking to go unnoticed. She ended up with her back against one of the refrigerators and, seized by anguish, let out a plaintive moan. The door opened again, and the boys entered in search of their victim.

"Where the fuck is she?" growled the one with the bitten hand. Violet tensed, it wasn't going to take them long to find her.

"Hey!" a familiar voice called out to her, and she saw that Vance was in his usual spot, counting the pennies "What are you doing?"

The girl's eyes reflected well the fear she felt, and when one of the girls peeked down the aisle of refrigerators she shouted:

"Here it is!"

"Are they too close to the door?" asked Violet to Vance. The group went to meet her, and she stood up without peeking out of the fridges.

"You thought you were going to get away with this, didn't you?" 

The boys surrounded her, and the girls, not far behind, smirked. 

"Apologize!" the one with the injured hand yelled at her "Apologize now, you stupid bitch!"

She was scared to death standing there, left to her own devices, and with at least six people surrounding her. 

"I didn't want to do it..." she muttered "But you made me."

"Did you hear? I didn't hear an apology..." the boy's hands grabbed her by the arms, crushing her against the refrigerator "You're going to pay for this."

Another boy opened another refrigerator, taking a can of soda, and after opening it he poured its content over Violet's head. There was more laughter, so much that the shopkeeper's screams were drowned out by them.

"Hey, you guys! What do you think you're doing?"

"How about this?" scoffed the boy holding her. Violet felt like crying, no one seemed to care what was happening to her, anger and grief took hold of her...and then another voice cut in, along with a blow that sent the boy with the can flying through the air.

"Evan!" shrieked the girls, rushing to the aid of the fallen boy. Two hands grabbed the boy by the bitten hand and threw him against one of the shelves with such force that he narrowly missed falling; Vance reached over to punch the boy in the face and then, pulling one of his ears, shouted:

"How about this, uh, are you a sissy who can't fight men?" and as if to make it clear that he wasn't going to waste any more time on him, he slapped him. The other boys, frightened, were starting to walk away, but Vance immediately gave them the eye "What are you looking at, get out! I swear if you come around here again I'll break your fucking noses!"

Violet didn't move until everyone involved left, Vance then looked at her and walked over.

"What did you do to them to make them come after you like that?" he asked.

"They took my glasses...I bit one of them."

"You bit him? Don't you know how to use your fists? Forget it, you're a girl, of course you don't know..."

"I don't know if you noticed but there were six of them and I was only one."

"So what?" Vance snorted, and reached an arm out to grab a box of tissues off the shelf. He opened it undeterred by the owner's shouts and handed it to Violet. 

"Thank you," she murmured, wiping off some of the soda.

"Don't thank me" growled Vance "If it had been just the girls I wouldn't care, but only cowards attack in a group and on top of that, someone weaker than them."

"Still thanks, it wasn't your problem."

"Yes, it's true..." it looked like he was going to tell her something else, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he took the coins out of his pocket again "I'm going to have to pay for that box of tissues, I won't have any left for pinball"

"Don't worry, I'll pay for them" 

"Forget it, besides that old magpie won't let me in again if I don't pay."

Vance went to the counter and dropped ten cents in it, to the woman's uncomfortable look. Violet then walked past him, and held out a nickel.

"What's this?" the blond asked.

"Money, don't you see? For pinball."

Vance snorted.

"Keep it, I don't need it."

"Please..." she insisted. Vance seemed to debate with himself, and finally took the coin much more gently than Violet had seen him use before, and gave her a smile. "Thanks again."

"Go home" Vance replied "Before the soda makes all your hair sticky."

The girl walked out, watching from the glass as Vance returned to the machine. It seemed to her that he was smiling too.

#the black phone #the black phone movie #the black phone fanfic #the black phone fanfiction #vance hopper #vance hopper fanfiction

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Chapter Fifteen: "You did this to us,"

After Professor Dumbledore sent the rest of the Gryffindor’s to the Great Hall, We followed suit as I kept hot on his heels. My head was swimming with thoughts, all too quick for me to hang onto one and dissect it.

My father tried to not only get into the Hufflepuff common room,  but also the Gryffindor common room. I couldn’t wrap my head around a possible ‘why’ in this situation.

As we reached the Great Hall, Fred was reluctant to leave my side as the Gryffindor’s were ushered inside. I felt lost as I watched him disappear behind the heavy doors. I didn’t know what to expect from him as I kept near Professor Dumbledore’s side.

It wasn’t long before Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and the Slytherin students entered the Great Hall, who were all bewildered at being back here at this late an hour. I caught a glimpse of Tara silently asking what in the Nine Hells was going on. All I could give her was a poor shrug of an answer before Remus appeared beside me.

“What’s happening?” I asked Remus with urgency. My eyes were as wide as saucers. Remus gave me a conflicted look as he ran a hand through his hair. “Remus?” He gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze before speaking.

“Everything will be all right. Don’t you worry.” Remus said as he gave me a serious look. I nodded at him and attempted to keep my rising anxiety at bay.

“The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle,” Professor Dumbledore said to the students clearly. I watched as Professors Flitwick and McGonagall started to close all the doors to the Great Hall. “I’m afraid that, for your safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the Prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the Hall and I am leaving Head Boy and Girl in charge,” Professor Dumbledore continued before turning to Percy. “Any disturbances should be reported to me immediately.” Professor Dumbledore then turned to leave the Great Hall but hesitated and turned back around.

“Oh, yes, you’ll be needing…” But before Professor Dumbledore could finish his sentence, he was already waving his wand and all the tables and benches swept to the walls and stood themselves up. Another wand wave and purple sleeping bags flooded the Great Hall floor.

“Sleep well.” Professor Dumbledore said and shut the doors to the Great Hall. I was outside the Great Hall with the Professors, but all I could think about was the Fat Lady portrait.

“Miss Black,” Professor Dumbledore called. My eyes snapped to his that hid behind his half-moon glasses. “It is in our best interest in keeping you safe tonight. So, please, follow my instructions clearly.” Professor Dumbledore said with upmost seriousness. All I could muster was a meek nod. Suddenly feeling like a small child in this situation. “You are to help us in our search of the castle only because of your unique skills.”

“Are you sure about this?” Remus questioned as worry lined his face. My heart hammered so violently that I thought it would leap out of my chest. He wants me to do what? “I don’t believe this to be safe at all.” Remus added.

“I have to agree with Lupin on this matter, Headmaster,” Professor Snape intervened. “Despite my dislike for your father, I do not wish to` have the blood of a student on my hands.” Professor Snape added and I felt oddly appreciated by his comment, but I could see that Dumbledore had already came to his decision.

“I’ll help,” I said shakily. Remus gave me a pleading look but I ignored it. “If it means to keep everyone safe, and to find the Fat Lady, I’ll help.” I added and stood up a little straighter as I tried to seem braver than what I was.

“Thank you, Miss Black,” Dumbledore said and started to tell all of the professors where they were to search. “Now, Miss Black, I want you to search the Kitchens, Hufflepuff common room, the Entrance and Reception Halls, and the Viaduct courtyard. We want to keep you as close to the Great Hall as possible and there will always be teachers nearby.” Dumbledore instructed. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as anxiety constricted my chest.

“Should be easy enough.” I said more to myself. The staff and I then set out on our own paths in search of the Fat Lady. I turned left from the Great Hall and made my way through the Reception Hall. I allowed my ears and nose to guide me down to the spiral staircase that led to the Kitchens.

It was eerily quiet; even the House Elves had evacuated the area. I could still smell the remnants of the ingredients that were used for the Halloween Feast. The Kitchens smelt heavily of House Elves as I walked around, but nothing smelt new or even appeared to be out of place. I continued on my search of the Kitchens until I reached the stacked barrels that led to the Hufflepuff common room.

My heart sunk to stomach at the sight of the barrels. They had been slashed just like the Fat Lady portrait and vinegar flooded the floor. My nose stung and my eyes watered at the pungent stench. Why would he do this?

Through the smell of vinegar something else reached my nose. I crouched down and dipped my fingers in the liquid. As I brought them up to my nose I sniffed deeply. I smelt the obvious but also…dog? No,  that can’t be right. Unless that’s his Animagus form. I stood back up and moved over to the barrels and allowed my fingers to trace the claw marks.

I swallowed hard and gave the barrels a deep sniff as well. Dog again. My eyebrows knitted together. Why was he so determined to get into the common room? I snooped around for a while longer before making my way back to the Reception Hall, making sure to scan the area as I went.

I pushed through the double doors that led into the Entrance Hall. As they closed behind me, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled. The smell of dog was the strongest it had been since the Hufflepuff common room. I paused before searching the Entrance Hall and constantly looked over my shoulder as I went. My efforts were in vain, however as there were no signs of the Fat Lady in any of the portraits or any other sign of abnormal activity, except for the dog scent I kept picking up.

My next search was in the Viaduct Courtyard and the feeling of something watching me grew stronger. I made quick work of searching the courtyard before deducing nothing or no one was here. Before leaving I took a moment to appreciate the quietness of the night. The cool autumn air brushed my skin as I let my head fall back to peer up at the sky. A half-moon decorated the sky and some clouds were tumbling in with the breeze. Everything was so peaceful outside compared to the chaos of inside the castle, I just wanted to stay out here forever.

I took a breath before making my way over to the staircase that branched off from the Viaduct Bridge and the Grand Staircase. Despite my efforts during my search, I found nothing unusual once again.

As I was passing through the Grand Staircase my attention was brough to a cabinet that stood in the archway that continued into the Reception Hall. I’ve passed by this cabinet a thousand times, but this time something about it made me stop. There was something that pulled me to investigate it. I was about to grab onto the door handle before the door swung open slowly with a squeal. Then two things hit the floor with a solid thump. The echo was deafening as it bounced off the walls.

It was if my heart stopped and jumped into my throat. Tears sprung to my eyes as I looked down at the two bodies that hit the floor. It was a man and woman. The man’s hair was thick and dark like the night sky. I caught a peek of a tattoo that decorated his hand. The woman’s hair was unruly and coppery red in colour that fell over her eyes and cascaded around her. It was as if time stopped for a moment, along with my breathing as the woman twisted her neck in an unnatural manner to stare at me through her curtain of hair.

It was my mother; Reika Shea Kettu. Her head snapped to me with a crunch and her forest green eyes bored into my, as if staring into my soul. My mother started to choke on her own breath before blood splattered from her mouth.

“You did this to us,” My mother said, her Norwegian accent as thick as what I remembered. “You killed us!” She screamed. I couldn’t help the sob that escaped me at my mother’s accusation.

“No,” I said just above a whisper as I felt my fight or flight instincts kick in. “I couldn’t have…”

“But you did!” The man lying next to her said as he rolled onto his back and craned his neck to look at me. Then my heart broke as my fathers eyes landed on me. It was as if the air was knocked out of me as I struggled to breathe as I became more and more petrified with fear. I couldn’t handle this much longer.

My mother then lifted the top half of her body off of the stone floor and her weight balanced out on the palms of her hands, she tilted her head menacingly at me. A malicious smile lined her lips, like she was staring down her prey. I could feel myself slipping in between shifting, the fear becoming too much as I struggled to hold onto reality. My fathers body snapped as he came to stand. He took a step towards me, as if ready to chase me down the stairs behind me. My mother did the same and it felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest.

“I-I didn’t kill-“

“Oh… but you did.” My father drawled out his correction and stepped even closer to me. My body was trembling at this stage; any second now I would shift and lose control.

My mother then started prowling towards me, and that’s when I felt something inside me snap. My bones crunched and my muscles stretched as I shifted out of control. My legs were longer and I was significantly taller. This did not stop my mother and father creeping their way towards me. They were too close for my liking and I was becoming more and more frightened by the second.

Both of my parents were just outside of arms reach before my father lunged for me. That’s when I spooked and started galloping through the castle. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was that I let my legs carry me away from that nightmare.

All I could hear was my hooves pounding against the stone floor. I galloped like my life depended on it. I skidded around a corner and my breath started to labour as I continued on. I lost track of where I was in the castle, all I knew was that I needed to get out of her as fast as possible. Moving paintings on the walls would gasp and ‘shh!’ me as I passed them, but I paid them no mind as my main focus was finding an exit. Even the shadows on the walls taunted me as they danced in the lantern light.

It wasn’t long before I reached the Reception Hall again and was met with Professor Sprout keeping guard at the Great Hall foyer. I dropped my hindquarters to keep from running over her as I came to a sliding stop.

“Merlin’s beard!” Professor Sprout shouted as she jumped to the side, basically plastering herself to the wall to save herself from being trampled by me. I reared up out of shock and before I knew it, Professor Dumbledore was rounding the corner being closely followed by Remus and Professor McGonagall. I couldn’t keep myself still as I shook and pawed my hoof on the floor while fear continued to eat away at me.

“Pomona, get Percy.” Dumbledore commanded.

“Right away.” Professor Sprout responded before disappearing behind the Great Hall foyer doors.

“Azurielle.” Dumbledore called out but I couldn’t concentrate on him. All I could think about was my parents. Professor Sprout reappeared with Percy in toe. As soon as Percy’s eyes were set on me, his face paled and his eyes widened to the size of golf balls.

“I-I’ll go get Fred.” Percy stammered before retreating into the Great Hall foyer.

“What did you see?” Dumbledore asked softly and raised his hand slowly, but I couldn’t answer, not in this form anyway. I reared up again as the Great Hall foyer door opened to reveal Percy and Fred. I couldn’t help but roar at him in fright. I watched as something inside Fred shatter before he approached me calmly and quietly.

“Azure?” Fred called and raised his hands in a soothing matter. “It’s Fred.” He said and stepped closer. I half-reared and snorted at him. I was so scared and I couldn’t even tell him why. I lifted my head up and turned it to the side as Fred inched closer. Fred’s movements faltered as he stayed where he was, being careful not to push me.

As Fred stayed still, calmness started to set in. My anxiety started to simmer down. I felt my shaking settle as I saw the worry in his eyes.

“That’s it,” Fred said as he eventually got close enough to get his hands on me. “It’s all right, now.” Fred said as he ran his hand up and down my neck and shoulder. I quivered nervously under his touch but felt my heartbeat ease at his gentleness.

I felt my legs start to shake as my hindquarters collapsed, and before I knew it, I was forced to shift back into my human form. It was less painful due to my exhaustion, but Fred stayed by my side all the while. It felt like the wind got knocked out of me as I came to consciousness. I found myself on the floor with Fred cradling me in his arms.

“There you are.” Fred said gingerly as his hold on me tightened., as if he was scared I would disappear.

“What did you see?” Dumbledore asked as he came into view over Fred’s shoulder. His voice seemed to be muffled, as if my head was under water. Black spots started to dance in my vision as I tried to focus on something-anything.

“My parents…” Then the whole world faded to black.

I woke up with a jolt as my hands held both sides of the bed in a death grip. My breathing was frantic as I looked around and I recognised I was in the Hospital Wing. The curtains were drawn but my attention was brought back to reality as someone squeezed my right hand.

“Mornin’,” Fred greeted with a tired smile. “How’re you feeling?” He asked as his other hand clasped mine. My eyes fluttered at him groggily, still trying to understand what happened. I think I’m okay. I didn’t think I got hurt, but why does my body hurt? Why am I in the

“What happened?” My voice was hoarse, as if I had been screaming all night. I tried to sit up further but my back screamed in protest at the action. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to stifled the pain.

“Azure, just wait,” Fred pleaded as he placed his hand on my shoulder and guided me back down to the bed.

“W-water?” I asked as I looked around.

“Here.” Fred held a glass of water and brought it to my lips. As he helped me drink, my head started to spin and my arms felt as if it were weighed down by bricks. I felt utterly embarrassed. I haven’t felt this weak in a long time, and the last time I did feel like this, it was Mrs Weasley that was nursing me back to health.

“Now, I asked first.” Fred said through a smile that masked his worry. Relief flooded his features, and I had no doubt my eyes reflected his.

“Exhausted.” I said through a sigh as I let my head rest against the pillows. “What happened?” I turned to Fred in question. A small smile graced Fred’s lips before he answered.

“You had me worried,” Fred said and two lines formed between his eyebrows. Guilt instantly gripped my heart. I couldn’t bare to look at him as I picked at the blanket hem. “You were terrified.”

“What’d you mean?” I asked timidly. I had no idea what happened last night or why I was here. Fred hesitated before he looked from our clasped hands to my eyes.

“You were that horse,” Fred said and gave our hands a gentle squeeze. “But you changed back-obviously,” He blurted and I saw the muscle in his jaw tick. “You said you saw your parents…” Fred trailed off in a sheepish way.

“What?” I asked and sat up straight.

“That’s all you said before you passed out.” Fred said slowly. It was as if everything came flooding back to me. Sirius-my father-trying to break into the common rooms. Dumbledore asking me to assist in the castle search. The Grand Staircase and my mother-oh Gods my mother. Before I could explain anything to Fred, the curtains slid open and in walked George, Ron, Hermione, Harry and my dormmates.

My eyebrows hit my hairline as my dormmates all hugged me and Charlotte even brought a bouquet of Lemon Balm, Pink Roses and Basil leaves. I admired the arrangement as Charlotte placed them on the bedside table. Fred never left my side through all of this as everyone visited and talked about the common room entrances being destroyed.

It wasn’t long before everyone had to leave to make it to their classes, except for Fred. He refused to go, even with the bribe of pranking.

“Y’know,” Fred started. “I was really worried about you,” Fred confessed from his spot on the edge of the bed. “I was worried as soon as Dumbledore told you to go with him.” Fred then looked at me with fear in his eyes as memories from last night resurfaced.

“But I’m okay now,” I told him as I reached for his hand this time. My heart was pounding at his sincerity. “I was so scared.” My voiced trembled and a lump formed in my throat. I shook my head in an attempt to be rid of last nights events as I squeezed Fred’s hand.

“Hey,” Fred called and soon his unoccupied hand was on my cheek. “You’re safe here.” Fred reassured as his eyes bored into mine. I felt time freeze at the warmth of his hand on my cheek. It wasn’t uncommon for us to hold hands, but not once has he ever caressed me with his touch in such a way. I knew my face was heating up, but I didn’t care. This boy had me wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it.

“Don’t know how sure I can trust that,” I admitted as I held his hand on my cheek. I let my eyes flutter closed for a moment as I memorised the feeling of palm on my cheek. “You didn’t see what I saw. You didn’t see how scarred the Hufflepuff common room barrels are.” I told Fred in a haunted way. Fred’s eyebrows knotted together at this.

“Did he try to get in there too?” Fred questioned.

“It seems that way.” I said to him before the curtains were pulled back again.

Fred and I jumped apart from each other only to be met with Dumbledore and Remus. We were frozen in place, like deer’s caught in headlights as Remus gave us knowing looks and I was sure my face resembled that of a beetroot.

“It is good to see you are awake, Azurielle.” Dumbledore said from the end of the bed. Remus then moved to the empty spot on my left and patted my shoulder fatherly.

“Feeling all right?” Remus asked as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“A lot better than last night,” I reassured but couldn’t help but let my eyes dance over to Fred as I gave him a bashful grin. “Any sign of-“

“None at all,” Dumbledore intervened which I returned with a sullen nod, almost disappointed that they didn’t find my father. “We did, however, find the Fat Lady.”

“That’s good, then,” I commented. “But I saw him,” I said and gave Dumbledore a puzzled look as a stillness engulfed us. “Well-at least I think I saw him.” I blurted.

“What do you mean?” Remus asked slowly. “Who did you see?” My fingers started to spin the rings on my fingers.

“I-I also saw my mum…” I trailed off, suddenly feeling stupid as my eyes cast downwards. Remus rubbed my shoulder in a comforting manner as I built the courage to continue. “They fell out of the cabinet.” I said as that lump reformed in my throat. “The cabinet on the Grand Staircase.” I explained and felt tears brim my eyes.

“Ah…” Remus started and his attention turned to Dumbledore. “Sounds like you dealt with a Boggart.” Remus deduced. My head snapped up to him in alarm.

“But that wasn’t my fear the last time I ‘dealt’ with one.” I said defensively as I tried to make sense to what I saw.

“Yes, but fears can change and develop over time.” Remus explained.

“I didn’t even know that Hogwarts just had Boggarts hiding away.” I admitted.

“There are a few,” Dumbledore confirmed as he folded his hands before himself. “And the one you encountered will be dealt with swiftly.” Dumbledore added which earned a nod from me.

“Professor?” I called and his attention was soon on me. “Why did you need me to search the castle?” I asked him. Dumbledore was quiet for a moment as he contemplated his next words.

“With your extraordinary abilities, I believed you could find the Fat Lady.” Dumbledore answered but I knew that wasn’t the only reason why I was asked to help.

“Right, then…” I said quietly and picked at the hem of the blanket.

“Well,” Dumbledore began. “I hope you feel better by the morning, Miss Black.” Dumbledore said and left the Hospital Wing. I shifted on the bed irritably and looked over to Remus.

“Y’know, he never told me what I was looking for.” I confessed to Remus. He looked down at me with slightly widened eyes and pinched eyebrows at my revelation.

“Dumbledore has reasoning for everything, Azure,” Remus said and patted me shoulder. “You rest up, now.” Remus said before following Dumbledore out of the Hospital Wing, leaving Fred and I alone again. Fred and I stayed up keeping each other company, which mostly involved me retelling what happened the previous night and Fred cracking jokes to distract me. We continued on like this until the lantern lit themselves in the Hospital Wing.

“I better head off,” Fred announced begrudgingly as he stood up from the bed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Fred said with a kind smile and took his leave.

I was the left alone with my thoughts, something I’ve grown accustomed to as of late. As I laid back down on the hospital bed, I stared up at the high-rise ceiling as the night progressed. All I wanted was for sleep to pull me away from reality, but I had no luck.

My thoughts consisted of Fred’s hand on my cheek and him holding hand. My parents-the Boggarts. The common rooms. I didn’t know what was to come next. I just everything was going to be different from now on.

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Last edit: 01.04.2024

Chapter Sixteen

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Taking Madoka's survey bc I can

remind me to tag this later

Please tell us your name. Lillyan (this is going on the internet, I'd rather not give you my last name)

When is your birthday? January 10

Your blood type? I don't know

Would you please tell us your three sizes? What sizes?

Would you tell us about your family composition? Me, my parents, and two cats. And a Pikachu plush that I treat like my little brother, but I don't think that counts.

What’s your occupation? I don't currently have one

Your favorite food? Pizza, and anything with Mexican cheese

Favorite animal? Jaguar

Favorite subject? I really liked English when I was in school

Subject you dislike? I HATED social studies in the sixth grade, the teacher was so annoying (I got in a fight with him once)

Is there a boy you’ve been thinking about? I think his name's Mithrandir? I mostly know him online as Twomanyraptors- or Eldrisoul, now.

Do you enjoy school? I did

Are you in any school clubs? I was in anime club for a bit

What’s your motto? "You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."

Your special skills? I can't really think of any

Would you tell us about something you treasure? My Pikachu plush. I named him Goro, and I've had some form of him since I was 10. His most recent form is a Build-A-Bear Pikachu I got the day before my birthday.

Would you describe yourself in a single kanji? 複雑 (keiyodoshi: complex; complicated; intricate; mixed (feelings))

What are your best qualities? My cousin says I'm good at handling death.

What are your shortcomings? I have a hard time understanding why people feel certain ways about certain things

Would you tell us about a place you remember? I have a super vivid memory of us going on a drive through a forest during the fall when I was less than a year old. I thought we had a picture of it, but it turns out it was one of those post-editing backgrounds.

What is your favorite drink? Apple juice

How well can you swim? Decently, I guess. I used to take lessons at the YMCA when I was little, and I remember the logo at the bottom of the pool freaking me out for some reason.

Your timing in a 50-meter race? I've never done that before

Your current obsession? Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch. I want a microphone from it so bad, but it's a really old show so they're super expensive

Are there any foods you dislike? I don't like the way certain vegetables feel in my mouth

Anything you want currently? As I said, the microphone from Mermaid Melody

Are you afraid of heights? Yes

Do you dislike thunder? Meh

Rain or shine? I like looking out my window on a nice sunny day.

Do you use a regular pencil or a mechanical one? Mechanical

What do you eat for breakfast? Usually a bowl of cereal, but if I'm feeling really lazy, I'll just grab a granola bar or a pack of fruit snacks.

Do you believe in ghosts? Uh… yes.

Can you play any musical instruments? The drummer in our church band gave me lessons when I was in middle school, but I don't remember much.

Are you an outdoor or indoor type? Indoor, sadly. I want to go outside more often, but it's always either too hot or too cold

Do you ever quarrel with your mother? It's been a while

Do you have a cell phone? Yes

How long is your commute to school? I think it was like… 20 minutes?

Do you have more friends than average? Not really

Your favorite sports? Archery

How well can you cook? Best I can do is anything that can be microwaved.

Favorite colors? Turquiose. Black, yellow, and blue are also a really nice combination. ;)

Anything you could never forgive? My nephew's girlfriend for sleeping with him and bearing his child. If their ages were reversed, I don't think I'd ever see him again.

How tall are you? 5 ft something, Idk off the top of my head

Shoe Size? Dang it, they don't say! I think I'm like a… 7? 7.5?

Your dreams? I want to be a voice actor

Do you have any marriage desires? As long as we're both happy together

Do you dislike hot drinks? I tried coffee as a child, and I spat it out on the cat

Do you like bitter coffee? Obviously not

When’s bedtime? 9 to 9:30

When do you wake up? Around 8, but I have trouble getting out of bed right away. Unless that's normal, I never thought of that.

Are you a bed person or futon person? There's actually a futon under my bed for when we have guests.

Are you confident in your ability to concentrate? It comes back to bite sometimes

Do you have any weight loss tips? Carbs apparently don't make you fat. Dare I say, it's a scam invented by weight loss companies in an attempt to bankrupt bakeries.

Between warm and chilled soba, which do you like more? I've never had soba.

Which arm is your dominant arm? I'm left-handed.

Tell us about something lucky that’s happened lately. I got gifted two memberships on YouTube within the same week.

Tell us about something unlucky that’s happened lately. Our dog had to be put down in the beginning of December. I wasn't there to say goodbye, or apologize for being so difficult with her.

What’s the name of your school anthem? I don't know the name, but it went "Ah Monrovia, ah Monrovia" da da Da da da…

What’s your favorite flower? Stargazer lilies. That's the flower I was named after.

What’s your favorite saying? Didn't you already ask me about my motto?

What’s your favorite four-kanji phrase? 一期一会 (ichigo ichie: once in a lifetime meeting)

What comes to mind when you think about spring? Easter

And summer? Going to the pool

And fall? hehe leaf go cronch

And winter? Pretty snow

If you had a time machine, where would you go? Victorian London to meet the author of my idol.

Do you like reading manga or novels more? Definitely novels. I'm in the middle of a Fazbear Frights book right now, and I still need to find the last in the Underground Zealot series.

What’s your allowance? 5 to 10 dollars

Tell us something a lot of people say about you. I'm shy

What are your hobbies? Writing, drawing on my computer (IN PROGRAMS, the computer's fine), or watching anime

Tell us your weight. I don't remember

What are your qualifications? Like, for a job?

What do you wear when you go to bed? Whatever I'm wearing during the day

Has anyone ever asked you out? There was a boy in eigth grade biology who kept asking for my number. He and his friends got in trouble with the substitue for not doing their work, and I think she sent them to the office. The next day, when the teacher asked them what happened, and I offered to explain my side of the story- including the phone number issue- he said it was "sexual harrassment."

If I told you the world would end tomorrow, what would you do? Wait it out. You really think you can outsmart God?

Tell us about your daily routine. I'd rather not.

What is something you always carry with you? My Pikachu plushie

Western food or Japanese food? Western. I've never had Japanese food before

How do you commute to school? I took the bus

What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night? Normally, I'm just off the computer and straight to bed.

What’s the first thing you do when you get up in the morning? Mess around on my phone until I'm fully awake.

Where are you living right now? I don't think it's a good idea to say.

What kind of place is it? One-story house. Needs a lot of work done on it, which we're still in the middle of. We basically lived in the garage for the first few months, which is almost the size of the house itself.

What’s the most interesting thing that’s happened to you so far? I got flirted with in YouTube comments because of my username at the time. I was a little kid, so it was super creepy, but looking back on it, I have a feeling he was joking, but I can't be sure.

What’s the saddest thing that’s ever happened to you? I had to leave choir because of another autistic kid I didn't get along with. He graduated the year before me, but that was also when the pandemic hit, so we never got to sing again.

Do you like roller coasters? No

How’s your eyesight? I don't know the exact numbers, but I need glasses, and my computer screen gets really fuzzy when I take them off- fuzzier than other things from a similar distance

What’s your favorite holiday? Halloween

What job do you have in school? N/A

What do you do on your break? N/A?

How long do you study every day? Out of school, don't need to anymore

Who of your friends can you rely on for advice? Who relies on you? I'm a really secluded person. I usually solve my problems by just thinking out loud to myself.

What do you do on weekends? Same things I was doing on the weekdays

If you could be reincarnated, what would you want to be? Someone who could be in choir without the obstacles I once had.

Are the school rules really strict? On paper, yes, but the "clothing must cover your shoulders" bit was hardly ever enforced.

What do you have for lunch at school, a bento or a school lunch? I brought lunch from home, but also ate school lunch if it was pizza or something.

How many friends do you have? Like 2

Do you take any detours when you go home? If I want to

Are you interested in any actors? Dan Green as Yugi and Yami Yugi was the role that inspired me to pursue voice acting.

What are your thoughts on this Q&A session? No comment.

#pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #oc

[mishafletcher]

Are you a Gold Star lesbian? (Just in case you don't know what it means, a Gold Star lesbian is a lesbian that has never had the sex with a guy and would never have any intentions of ever doing so)

So I got this ask a while ago, and I've been lowkey thinking about it ever since.

First: No. I am a queer, cranky dyke who is too old for this sort of bullshit gatekeeping. 

Second: What an unbelievable question to ask someone you don't even know! What an incomprehensibly rude thing to ask, as if you're somehow owed information about my sexual history. You're not! No one—and I can't reiterate this enough, but no one—owes you the details of their sex lives, of their trauma, or of anything about themselves that they don't feel like sharing with you.

The clickbait mills of the internet and the purity police of social media would like nothing more than to convince everyone that you owe these things to everyone. They would like you to believe that you have to prove that you're traumatized enough to identify with this character, that you can't sell this article about campus rape without relating it to your own sexual assault, that you can't talk about queer issues without offering up a comprehensive history of your own experiences, and none of those things are true. You owe people, and especially random strangers on the internet, nothing, least of all citations to somehow prove to them that you have the right to talk about your own life.

This makes some people uncomfortable, and to be clear, I think that that's good: people who feel entitled to demand this information should be uncomfortable. Refusing to justify yourself takes power away from people who would very much like to have it, people who would like to gatekeep and dictate who is permitted to speak about what topics or like what things. You don't have to justify yourself. You don't have to explain that you like this ship because this one character reminds you a bit of yourself because you were traumatized in a vaguely similar way and now— You don't have to justify your queerness by telling people about the best friend you had when you were twelve, and how you kissed, and she laughed and said it was good practice for when she would kiss boys and your stomach twisted and your mouth tasted like bile and she was the first and last girl you kissed, but— 

You don't owe anyone these pieces of yourself. They're yours, and you can share them or not, but if someone demands that you share, they're probably not someone you should trust.

Third: The idea of gold star lesbians is a profoundly bi- and trans- phobic idea, often reducing gender to genitals and the long, shared history of queer women of all identities to a stark, artificial divide where some identities are seen as purer or more valuable than others. This is bullshit on all counts.

There's a weird and largely artificial division between bisexuals and lesbians that seems to be intensifying on tumblr, and I have to say: I hate it. Bisexual women aren't failed lesbians. They're not somehow less good or less valid because they're attracted to [checks notes] people. Do you think that having sex with a man somehow changes them? What are you so worried about it for? I've checked, and having sex with a man does not, in fact, make your vagina grow teeth or tentacles. Does that make you feel better? Why is what other people are doing so threatening to you?

Discussions of gold star lesbians are often filled with tittering about hehe penises, which is unfortunate, since I know a fair few lesbians who have penises, and even more lesbians who've had sex with people, men and women alike, who have penises. I'm sorry to report that "I'm disgusted by a standard-issue human body part" is neither a personality nor anything to be proud of. I'm a dyke and I don't especially like men, but dicks are just dicks. You don't have to be interested in them, but a lot of people have them, and it doesn't make you less of a lesbian to have sex with someone who has a dick.

There's so much garbage happening in the world—maybe you haven't noticed, but things are kind of Not Great in a lot of places, and there's a whole pandemic thing that's been sort of a major buzzkill? How is this something that you're worried about? Make a tea, remind yourself that other people's genitalia and sexual history are none of your business, maybe go watch a video about a cute animal or something. 

Fourth: The idea of gold star lesbians is a shitty premise that argues that sexuality is better if it's always been clear-cut and straightforward—but it rarely is. We live in a very, very heterosexist culture. I didn’t have a word for lesbian until many years after I knew that I was one. How can you say that you are something when your mouth can’t even make the shape of it? The person you are at 24 is different to the person you are at 14, and 34, and 74. You change. You get braver. The world gets wider. You learn to see possibilities in the shadows you used to overlook. Of course people learn more about themselves as they age.

Also, many of us, especially those of us who grew up in smaller towns, or who are over the age of, say, 25, grew up in times and places where our sexuality was literally criminal.

Shortly after I graduated high school, a gay man in my state was sentenced to six months in jail. Why? Well, he’d hit on someone, and it was a misdemeanor to "solicit homosexual or lesbian activity", which included expressing romantic or sexual interest in someone who didn’t reciprocate. You might think, then, that I am in fact quite old, but you would be mistaken. The conviction was in 1999; it was overturned in 2002.

I grew up knowing this: the wrong thing said to the wrong person would be sufficient reason to charge me with a crime.

In the United States, the Defense of Marriage Act was passed in 1996, clarifying that according to the federal government, marriage could only ever be between one man and one woman. It also promised that even if a state were to legalize same-sex unions, other states wouldn't have to recognize them if they didn't want to. And wow, they super did not want to, because between 1998 and 2012, a whopping thirty states had approved some sort of amendment banning same-sex marriage.

Every queer person who's older than about 25 watched this, knowing that this was aimed at people like them. Knowing that these votes were cast by their friends and their families and their teachers and their employers. 

Some states were worse than others. Ohio passed their bill in 2004 with 62% approval. Mississippi passed theirs the same year with 86% approval. Imagine sitting in a classroom, or at work, or in a church, or at a family dinner, and knowing that statistically, at least two out of every three people in that room felt you shouldn't be allowed to marry someone you loved.

Matthew Shepard was tortured to death in October of 1998. For being gay, for (maybe) hitting on one of the men who had planned to merely rob him. Instead, he was tortured and left to die, tied to a barbed wire fence. His murderers were both sentenced to two consecutive life terms in prison. This was controversial, because a nonzero number of people felt that Shepard had brought it upon himself.

Many of us sat at dinner tables and listened to this discussion, one that told us, over and over, that we were fundamentally wrong, fundamentally undeserving of love or sympathy or of life itself.

This is a tiny, tiny sliver of history—a staggeringly incomplete overview of what happened in the US over about ten years. Even if this tiny sliver is all that there were, looking at this, how could you blame someone for wanting to try being not Like This? How can you fault someone who had sex, maybe even had a bunch of sex, hoping desperately that maybe they could be normal enough to be loved if they just tried harder? How can you say that someone who found themself an uninteresting but inoffensive boyfriend and went on dates and had sex and said that it was fine is somehow less valuable or less queer or less of a lesbian for doing so? For many people, even now, passing as straight, as problematic as that term is, is a survival skill. How dare you imply that the things that someone did to protect themself make them worth less? They survived, and that's worth literally everything.

Fifth, finally: What is a gold star, anyhow? You've capitalized it, like it's Weighty and Important, but it's not. Gold stars were what your most generous grade school teacher put on spelling tests that you did really well on. But ultimately, gold stars are just shiny scraps of paper. They don't have any inherent value: I can buy a thousand of them for five bucks and have them at my door tomorrow. They have only the meaning that we give them, only the importance that we give them. We’re not children desperately scrabbling for a teacher’s approval anymore, though. We understand that good and bad are more of a spectrum than a binary, and that a gold star is a simplification. We understand that no number of gold stars will make us feel like we’re special enough or good enough or important enough, or fix the broken places we can still feel inside ourselves. Only we can do that.

The stars are only shiny scraps of paper. They offer us nothing; we don’t need them. I hope that someday, you see that, too. 

#queer stuff #lgbtq #gold star lesbians #long post #sorry #Anonymous