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pumpkin-cake · 1 year

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Midnight Rain

(part two of ???)

-part one-

-part three-

summary - your tutoring sessions with tyler are going well, but you already have something on your mind to prepare for the next day

tw - cursing

Slight spoilers for Wednesday?? Nothing big

Tutoring with the barista at the Weathervane was a lot more fun than you had been expecting. Of course, Tyler had to work. A lot of it was you bringing in your assignment, him giving you a quick rundown of things before having to go right back to work. On the bright side, neither of you had seen the rude woman from before! Tyler and some of his coworkers were very appreciative. It felt nice that something you did benefited others. Although you felt that was the only thing you had going for you.

You always caught people staring at you in your Nevermore Academy uniform. Like you were some sort of animal or creature. You didn’t have claws like the werewolves or fangs like vampires. What you were was known by hardly anyone. Your mom knew of course. And the staff. It’s not like it was a deep dark secret you couldn’t tell anyone. You weren’t a scary monster that slaughtered people. You just…never felt the need to tell anyone.

Surprisingly, Tyler had never asked. He sometimes asked questions about the school in general, but never really about anything deep or personal, which you appreciated. Probably due to the fact you two didn’t really know each other, but you didn’t exactly have much social experience. You figured he’d be bursting at the seams with questions, but he was more relaxed and laid-back. Never exactly in a rush. Liked to keep things at a steady pace. It made you feel at ease when he helped you with assignments. He wasn’t pressuring you to get the right answer as soon as possible. Told you to take your time.

“So…the four goes…here?” You asked apprehensively.

“Yeah!” He replied, grinning. “Just don’t forget to divide, but I think you’ll be alright.”

“Great!” Your pencil scribbled on the paper, taking a second to make some mental calculations before writing your answer and showing Tyler.

“You got it!”

“Yes! Thank you so much.” You smiled, packing up your stuff and getting out of the booth.

Tyler tilted his head and checked the time on his phone. “You’re usually not heading out until another like, half an hour. Something up?”

“Oh, did I not tell you? We have the Poe Cup tomorrow. I want to make sure everything’s ready.”

“The…Poe Cup?” He asked, clearly puzzled. You had not told him, apparently.

“It’s like- this canoe race. There are four teams, and we have to row to a nearby island, claim a flag from the island's crypt, and row back. The first one to reach the finish line without sinking wins.” You explained briefly. “But, there are no rules.”

“What?”

“Yeah, no rules. So things like sabotage is all fair game. The same team has been winning for like- several years.” You sighed, slinging your backpack over your shoulders and carrying your coffee cup and plate to the counter with Tyler following.

“That- cannot be safe. Do people get hurt?” He questioned.

“Not too much. People aren’t going around shanking people to win. It’s usually pushing over boats or getting holes in the boats. Although one kid did lose a finger last year.” You hummed, the comment causing Tyler’s eyes to widen.

“Geez. Well, be careful, okay?” He said, going back and taking care of the dishes you placed on the counter. “You’re our star customer, can’t have you losing fingers.”

“Star customer! Well, I am certainly honored.” You said jokingly, bowing dramatically.

“You should be!” He joked back with a smile. “Huge title.”

“I’ll be sure to put it on my resume.” You hummed, brushing off your uniform. “Well, I hope to see you tomorrow!”

“See you next time, (Y/n)!” He called out, and you gave him a wave as you left, the bell singing out as you did. You expected to just calmly get back to school, but not even five minutes into walking back did you crash into somebody, falling to the ground with a groan.

“Oh! (Y/n), I am so sorry!”

There stood your dorm mom, Ms. Thornhill. Her glasses had been knocked askew by the impact, but she quickly readjusted them and helped you up.

“Didn’t see you there, sweetheart! Must have been wrapped up in my own thoughts.” She chuckled, and you dusted off your uniform.

“No problem, Ms. Thornhill.” You waved your hand, a little peeved that you’d been quite literally knocked over, but it was an accident. “Where are you off to, if I may?”

“Oh, just Weathervane. Need my daily coffee.” She hummed. “I missed it this morning. Busy schedule!” She said with a hearty laugh, brushing some hair away from her face.

“Ah, I see.” You chuckled. “Well, I won’t keep you. Just was gonna go rest up for the cup tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes! I almost forgot about that!” She said with a grin. “I’m excited to watch! You’re participating right? With the Black Cats?”

“Yup. Enid’s under the weather so I think I’m co-captain next to Yoko.” You said, feeling a little bad as you remembered how sad Enid was that she couldn’t participate. “I hope I can win it for her.”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you.” She smiled kindly. “I’m glad Ophelia Hall has someone as caring as you, (Y/n).” She said, and you almost felt your face turn red. “I know your mother will be cheering you on, too.”

Ugh, of course. Your mother. She’d been stressing over and over how she desperately wanted Ophelia Hall to have a win this year. Like she did last year. And the year before that.

Oh, yeah, your mother just so happened to be the literal principal of the school.

Larissa Weems wasn’t necessarily a bad mother. Just an annoying one. She purposefully placed you in Ophelia Hall because ‘Oh, she was in Ophelia Hall! Wouldn’t it be so lovely if you were in it too?’

…sure, Mom.

You’d really wanted to be in the same dorm group as your friend, Bianca Barclay. You’d even specifically asked your mother to put you in that group, or at least Bianca in Ophelia Hall. But, nope. She just really wanted you to be an Ophelia Hall student.

You really couldn’t complain too much. The people were pretty nice, and you did get a room to yourself as the principal’s kid. A lot of students figured you were spoiled and privileged, and maybe it was a little true, but you liked to think you were a good person. Tried your best to help out and be kind to everyone. You’d get Bianca to go easy on Rowan during fencing, stuff like that. You usually just kept to yourself otherwise.

“…thanks, Miss Thornhill. I think I’m going to go now.” You offered a very fake smile and walked off without hearing a response from her. You took out your phone and put in earbuds, playing whatever music that popped up first.

The walk back to Nevermore was uneventful after that. Some people gave you odd stares, but you were used to that at this point. You really needed to stop wearing your uniform everywhere.

Once you got onto the grounds, you were almost immediately confronted by your mother. Standing tall at 6’3”, she placed her hands on her hips and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Where have you been?” She asked, not very accusingly but more curious.

“Um…Jericho.” You said. “Just getting some coffee. Like I have been doing these past few days. Or maybe you were just too busy to notice.”

“(Y/n), you know I don’t appreciate it when you do this.” She sighed. “I just wanted to know what you’ve been up to is all. You seem to be so busy with your academics along with the Poe Cup.”

“I am. Any updates on Enid?” You said shortly, really just wanting to go to your room.

“Oh! I was just about to let you know. Miss Sinclair has made a recovery, so she will be participating tomorrow!” Weems grinned, clasping her hands together.

“Great. We might have a chance at winning.” You said, almost sarcastically. You had a lot of faith in Enid, and in this way you wouldn’t be in charge at all. “I guess I can just spectate then.”

“Oh, come now, there’s no need!” She said. “Of course you’re going to participate. I even came up with a plan for you all to have a chance!” She said with a gracious smile, like she was doing you a favor.

“Mom, seriously? I don’t think interference from the principal is allowed.”

“There are no rules, darling.” She hummed, reaching a hand out and holding your face.

“…why do I have to do this again?” You questioned with a glare. “I really don’t want to. I’m already trying hard enough to keep up with my grades.”

“You’re my child, sweetheart.” She responded like it was that easy. “I know you have what it takes. I was co-captain of my team when I went to school here. You aren’t even in a leading position anymore, so you can absolutely do that, can’t you?”

“…I suppose so.” You muttered, lightly swiping her hand away from her face. “But don’t think I’m gonna act like some try-hard to win this thing. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do only that.”

“Thank you, my sweet child.” She offered a relieved smile before walking off, heels clacking as she did so. She held her hand up, beckoning you to follow so she could explain the details of her plan.

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Laying up awake at night nervous for this stupid cup absolutely wasn’t fun. Was your mother going to be royally pissed off if you let her down? Probably. She was a sweet woman when you were a little kid. What a normal mother should be. But when she realized you were like her, she instantly became this fanatic, trying to shape you into what she was but better.

You jumped whenever your phone buzzed from your nightstand. Who the hell? You reached over and took it, wincing as the brightness of the phone blinded you. You quickly turned it down and saw you had a message.

From Tyler.

Good luck during that weird race tmr!

You blinked, before smiling. He was thinking of you. He remembered the stupid cup. That was sweet. You quickly responded with a thank you, letting him know you were going to get some sleep. You turned your phone on silent and closed your eyes. It still took you a while, but eventually you got yourself to sleep, ready for the day ahead.

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gallifreyinstituteforlearning · 18 days

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What does a traditional family/House dynamic look like, especially in terms of children?

[Does the whole House live in one large building, or is the House more of a common family space? Are children usually cared for by their parents, or is child minding more of a communal responsibility along the lines of "it takes a village to raise a child"? Etc.] < please treat these questions as additional questions like the ones on a school test that the teacher puts in to make sure that the student understands the original big question. I only included them so you could know what I meant when I say "House/family dynamic", because I know that can be confusing

Gosh, I wish you'd have written my exams.

What does a traditional family/House dynamic look like?

Houses are both residences and familial hubs containing a lot of related Gallifreyans. Here's what the dynamic typically looks like, especially when it comes to raising children:

🏠 Brief House Overview

First, a bit of context - Gallifreyan Houses are huge, often sentient structures. They're designed to support entire extended families, often containing multiple generations.

Interior Design: Houses often have high ceilings, large rooms, and sprawling corridors. This setup is on purpose - designed to make newly loomed Gallifreyans feel like children (many loomlings are created with fully-grown adult bodies).

Living Spaces: Houses contain individual bedrooms, communal living spaces, and operational facilities such as the Loomshed. They also have their own crypts for dead House members.

Animated Features: The Houses often have animated furniture, which, if not properly trained, might chase people around. Paintings whisper at passing cousins, and Druges, large automated humanoid servants, roam the premises, performing various duties.

👨‍👩‍👦‍👦 Family Dynamics

Gallifreyan families tend to be large and very hierarchical, with cousins, aunts, uncles, and other relatives living under the same roof. There's a strong thread of communal responsibility and shared upbringing when it comes to childrene (childe = singular, childrene = plural):

Childcare: Childrene are typically cared for by a combination of their parents and other relatives. Parents are present and will look after their child, performing the usual trips out to the galactic zoo or whatever.

Education: The responsibility for education and upbringing is communal, with older House members playing a significant role in brainbuffing (the educational process designed to shape young Gallifreyan minds). This is supported by the help of Avatroids - mechanical beings who were (basically) enslaved by the Time Lords. The boy Doctor had his own personal Avatroid named Badger, whose job it was to protect and educate him.

Communal Responsibilities: Given the House's size and structure, childcare is often a collective effort. The extended family takes part in guiding the children's education and development, with the aim of instilling a sense of duty and obedience ie. House values.

🧒 Children and Brainbuffing

As mentioned, childrene undergo brainbuffing, a rigorous educational process that equips them with a ton of knowledge before they step out into the big wide world. This process involves both formal schooling and informal training at home.

Early Education: During the first eight years, childrene are educated in writing, culture, mathematics, and science, surpassing the knowledge level of many human college students. Extended family members play a significant role in this process.

Traditional Activities: Despite the emphasis on duty, childrene can happily engage in activities like lushberrying and playing with onion dolls. However, there are no playgrounds on Gallifrey due to the focus on obedience.

Communal Upbringing: The entire House contributes to the upbringing, fostering a strong sense of community and collective responsibility.

🔥Then Comes Life

At the age of eight, children are snatched away from all of this and put into Chapter Academies away from their Houses and families for around 200 years. Bummer.

🏫 So ...

Gallifreyan Houses blend family living with communal responsibilities. They focus on fostering a sense of duty and service, with a significant emphasis on education and discipline. While parents play a crucial role in raising childrene, the communal approach ensures that every child has a network of support and guidance throughout their early years, which is then completely turned on its head.

Hope that helped! 😃

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queerfanfiction · 1 year

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Love Notes (Ch. 4)

Larissa Weems x musicteacher!Reader

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The next few weeks were risky for you and any attempts to deliver a mix CD to Larissa. You had hoped to drop one in her mail slot near the faculty lounge; many of the faculty have a dedicated space for students to drop off papers, forms, and so on. Thankfully, not only students used it to submit assignments. It wasn’t monitored, so it would be a likely place for a secret admirer to utilize.

During the first attempt, you had the gift tucked in your hand on your way to the mailboxes. No one else was around. Most faculty were not holding any exams since the semester had concluded early due to the culmination of Ms. Thornhill’s, or….Laurel Gates’, plans. Students and a majority of the faculty and staff would depart soon for their own homes admits winter break. This felt like the only time you were able to deliver the CD without major suspicion.

As you were about to slide the letter and CD into the slot for Principal Weems, Larissa appeared from down the hall. Gods, you contemplate at the coincidence and close call. You had hoped to deliver the next installment of your never-ending playlist for her before she could begin moving around the academy grounds. She was advised to continue resting, and her sprightly recovery was not anticipated by the hospital. Granted, the normie hospital in Burlington didn’t (and couldn’t) take into account how fast Larissa’s shapeshifter antibodies regenerated. You felt thankful for that fact, because otherwise the poison would have taken its toll on her body, even with the antidote.

Sauntering towards you after meeting your gaze, Larissa inquired, “Want to get some air with me?”

She had bugged you nearly every day for the past week to go outside with her. Or, rather, let her go outside at all. You were keeping a surprisingly firm stance her recovery. You typically wouldn’t be that bothered in your day to day, but, in this case, you knew the woman would work herself to the bone if you did not set parameters for her. Wow, I sound like a nagging partner, you thought humorously.

You quickly manuever your hand behind you to ensure Larissa did not witness the nearly placed gift that would undoubtedly out you. “Uh, yeah. I’d like that.”

Taken aback, Larissa gaped. She didn’t expect for you to agree so readily. In fact, she had prepared a small speech about the benefits of fresh air to recovery and maintaining routine, assured that she would have to convince you.

You link arms with the taller woman, struggling slightly to recompense the height difference between you two as you walked. Having a hand on Larissa would provide support and protection for your first walk through the campus. However, you’d be lying if you said grasping her warm forearm didn’t feel like the most natural and comforting action.

Delivering the mix CD would have to wait.

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Outside, you see Larissa light up after taking a deep breath in of the crisp air. She excitedly pulls you along a walking path, eventually pointing out different birds. “You know about birds?” you ask incredulously, staring at her in wonder. This woman was constantly surprising you with her complexity and dynamism. You felt like you could never tire of her and all that she beholds.

“Of course. They’re astonishing. I take note of beauty when I see it.” Her eyes seek out and linger over your own. You attempt to suppress a smile and growing blush. Your head swam with possibility. Did she mean you?

The rest of your walk together veered away from school grounds and into the woods, most likely near the crypts and ritual sites. Most of the Vermont trees were barren. No leaves, no snow—only varying shades of brown straggling upward towards the sky. You were thankful to have a walking path with large evergreen trees that added a bit of color to the excursion. You noted spruce, fir, and pine trees throughout your chosen path, and you wondered if Larissa would be interested in the differences.

At that moment, the trees in question betrayed you. Your boot caught on a rather hefty root hidden by the fallen leaves and brush, causing you to topple dramatically. Strong, gloved hands reach out to secure you, but the unexpected force of the fall overtook you both.

You land with a thud on top of Larissa. Her attempt to steady you with her hands turned into her arms enveloping you, taking most of the brunt of the sudden trip to the ground.

“Oh my gods, are you okay?!” you breathe out frantically.

With an echo of pain already leaving her face to be replaced by something else, she lets out a deep, hearty laugh. You two lay together howling until your stomach aches from the effort. Settling from the joyous outburst, you realize you’re still atop of the tall woman, your bodyweight pressing against her. Larissa makes no move to loosen her grip on you or unsnake her arms from around your back. With your faces this close together in the cold air, your breaths are seen passing between you two, intermingling.

Your hair dangles and frames Larissa’s face below you. A flood of emotions rise in your chest as you stare at her plump lips slightly parted. You involuntarily release your tongue to wet your own lips. Larissa notices, because her eyes stay on the action, begging your tongue to make a reappearance.

Before you can give yourself over to the building ache to meld your body into hers, to crawl inside and make a home in the woman, you remember she’s freshly out of the hospital and could be in pain. Worry overwhelms you and you cup her face with your hand and suggest, “Let’s get you up.”

When you and Larissa finally move onward after the tree root encounter, you search for almost anything to establish a new conversation subject away from the budding desire for continued closeness you yearned for. Turning to winter break and students, you two bring up Wednesday and Enid. You had seen Enid packing her bags, looking unusually excited to leave for winter break. You had assumed after last year’s lackluster winter break and this year’s rocky Parent’s Weekend that the young werewolf wouldn’t be looking forward to being away from Nevermore.

“I believe Ms. Sinclair will be visiting with Ms. Addams over break,” Larissa confides.

“Ah. …Do you think they’ll come back and have finally disclosed their feelings for each other?”

“I—what?” Larissa attempts, before finally relenting to gossiping. “I’m not sure. Wednesday is as hard to crack as ever after everything.”

“Come on! Give her some credit. I see the way she looks at Enid. Wednesday can tolerate her far longer than anyone else. That’s practically a declaration of love.”

You and Larissa chat candidly as you loop around back to the school grounds. It was freeing being able to broach almost any topic with someone—her time at Nevermore, your family growing up, her hopes and plans for the future. Finally, the sunset begins to part further down the horizon, threatening darkness.

“Let’s go, Larissa. We’ve been out here for hours. Let’s not get lost in the dark.” You take Larissa’s hand to tug and direct her to an entrance close to her living quarters. You both head inside, content with the day’s exploration of each other and the grounds.

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A day after your stroll through the grounds and forest with Larissa, students began departing for winter break. Great…, you mused. Utilizing the faculty mailboxes and concealing your identity would be even harder. You must wait again.

You weren’t really convinced Larissa would be under the impression that a student was creating these thoughtful gifts for her. She was too duty-driven to allow that specific morally grey area to open up. Rather, even other faculty and people outside of Nevermore would be less likely to be wandering the halls and gaining access to drop off the surprise.

With no way to deliver them, you began piling up heart wrenching compositions and playlists for the silver-haired blonde. At this rate, you wouldn’t be able to keep them hidden in your living quarters. Currently, you were keeping the CDs behind a hollowed out brick in your room. The brick wasn’t removable, but luckily you were able to phase your hand through into the open space where the mixes laid, safely awaiting their true home.

With the mixes halting, you could deduce Larissa was on edge. More restless. She constantly had the CDs already delivered playing, whether she had company or not. If you passed by her quarters throughout the day, you could hear the echo of the songs you had chosen for her. Beyond this, you also noticed her pacing more often and not relaxing her shoulders as much. She was usually never one to give manifestation to anxious energy. In an attempt to settle the taller woman’s mind, you wanted to keep her busy over the break.

Most of the faculty would be departing along with students. You wanted to stay behind with Larissa. You also…didn’t have anywhere to go. Your mother passed when you were young. Your father blamed you for her passing. No siblings. Any friends were either spending time with families of their own or were other faculty that had taken their leave until the spring semester began.

Your curiosity piqued, Why was Larissa staying? Was the school where she wanted to be or the only place she had? Regardless of the answers, you were set on making sure you two made the most out of winter break.

You and Larissa had taken to creating ice lanterns, even though Imbolc was more than a month away. They were just too gorgeous to pass up. In between breakfast and dinner together one evening, you surprised her with homemade sourdough starter. She had admitted in passing weeks ago that she never had the time to bake; you were determined to change that, so much so that you gave up your own starter that you had going for years.

Anything the two of you could realistically achieve over the break, you had written down on the back of an old music sheet. “Break Bucket List” you titled it. The list included incorporating audiobooks into your breakfast routine, painting in Nevermore’s art room, learning how to mold things from clay and silicone, gazing at the stars from the observatory and uncovering lore about them. It was surprising how many stars and formations were named after misogynist Greek and Roman myths. You and Larissa would take turns looking into the background of specific constellations to surprise the other with during these self-proclaimed astronomy sessions.

When knee-deep snow appeared overnight, you two couldn’t help but declare a snowball fight. These spontaneous moments radiated so much joy from the usually stressed and tense woman. You treated them as precious moments that could be ripped away at any time. They almost weren’t able to happen, and you wouldn’t take Larissa’s presence for granted.

Mid-fight you ran past her and once again tripped, cascading into the woman. Nervous about knocking over Larissa twice recently, you were about to apologize and reason that you were a music professor and not athletics coach for a reason. Before you could, though, the woman under you broke the tension by reaching her arms out, fisting snow, and smashing them over both of your ears with a mischievous cackle. Reeling from the surprise attack, you fell over to the side of her. You felt like personified ice cream sandwich. She quickly rose, anticipating the incoming payback.

“You’re going to pay for that! Let’s see how you like it,” you let out with a grunt.

Having already scrambled to her feet, Larissa taunted you with faux bashful, blinking eyelids, “Think you can reach it?” You proceeded to run around the taller woman, hopping up like an excited puppy to attempt to shove snow into her own playful face.

When you two were out of breath and needed a bit of a rest from the energetic activity, you settled her down on a bench between the back of Nevermore and the forest. You instructed her to close her eyes.

Once confirming she wouldn’t peek and her scandalized response that she would never, you went to work. All she could hear was snow moving about and strange, sharp chiseling.

When you felt satisfied, you told her to open for the grand reveal. Her gaze fell on an intricate ice sculpture. Giving her time to inspect it, you slowly began to pull wind through the piece in differing directions, making distinct notes and music erupt from the inanimate object.

Larissa looked at you utterly enamored. While your heartbeat picked up its pace at her admiration, you couldn’t pinpoint its exact meaning. The magical quality of the music coming from the snow’s transformation was enough to garner a look like that from anyone. You wondered if you should hope that her feelings are in any way similar to yours. Surely that wasn’t such an outrageous notion.

Technically, you had spent more nights falling asleep in her bed than your own recently. It seemed like you two never wanted the extra time to end. It was enjoyable experiencing Larissa’s more carefree side; it looked quite good on her. This desire to spend time, though, meant you two often moved into the bedroom to finish listening to podcasts, to read, to drink and chat. Try as you might, you felt so safe next to the woman. When sleep inevitably came, you could never fight it.

You understood how after your tired, often active, days you both fell asleep. You were less sure why every time you did sleep over, her hands snaked around your torso. You felt rigid the first few times, terrified she would awaken and angrily throw you out or brand you as predatory. As the nights with her arms reaching out to you continued, though, you began to lean into her embrace. Embarrassingly, you’ve even taken to nuzzling against her neck, breathing in her scent.

Sometimes guilt gnawed at you over these lingering touches. Other times it felt like such a relief to briefly experience comforts that you weren’t sure would ever come to fruition deliberately.

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Even with your distractions, Larissa had taken to the bulletin board in the front hall of Nevermore to post a note seeking the identity of her secret admirer. Well, she didn’t phrase it like that exactly. Of course the head of the school didn’t post that she was being flirted with and pursued for anyone that found themselves on campus to read.

You considered a way to convey messages to her without immediately pointing to yourself. I mean, you can’t just pin a response to the board while only a few of the faculty and staff were here. You’re not sure why rom coms seem so straight forward, as if anyone in their right mind considers taking out an entire full page advertisement in a newspaper to correspond with the object of their desire. Then again, Larissa did gravitate towards 80’s power ballads. You briefly imagine standing outside her office with a boombox.

You did have an idea, though. You could move forward with a scavenger hunt, possibly leaving hidden messages/codes in your letters and mixes. You knew the brilliant and perceptive woman would be able to solve them, especially with her constant repetition of the music in her office. If you set all that up, you’re sure you could muster the courage to be waiting for her at the end when she figured it out.

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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I have seen for the first time a Wednesday x Dark Souls fic and lemme tell you.... It was perfect! Istg im obsessed with Angst and Hurt/Comfort lately so here we go! Instead of Dark Souls, we do Elden Ring

Elden Ring x Wednesday

Instead of Goodie healing Wednesday, Tarnished!Reader bursts in and makes Wednesday drink their last flask of Crimson Tears, healing her back to full health. Reader knowing that they can just restore themselves back at the Site of Grace that they recently discovered at their favorite clearing in the woods(No one knows this fact as Reader doesnt ever reveal he is a tarnished), Protects Wednesday from the arrow that Joseph Crackstone directed back to Xavier and fights him with the Carian Greatsword until Reader is at the brink of death. Wednesday and Bianca kills Crackstone but Laurel Gates shows up with a gun and with Eugene being a bit late, Laurel pulls the trigger shooting at Wednesday but Reader flings themselves at the line of fire with the last of their strength, gets shot instead of Wednesday and falls to their knees and starts to fade away. Reader looks at Wednesday and smiles at her, says "I love you" and fades away. You can go off on from here but! Dont let reader revive until 4 days from then for Angst.

Wednesday x Tarnished!Reader

Footfalls echo throughout the woods as you dash through towards Crackstone Crypt. A dreading sense leads you there. You curse because you haven't had the chance to refill your supplies, but in turn, hoped that you didn't need them. You still felt fine. The coming battle shouldn't be too worrisome, right?

As soon as you crash through the crypt, your eyes fall upon your lover, Wednesday, laying on the ground and bleeding from a stab wound. Immediately, you're by her side.

"Hold on. I got you."

As you cradle Wednesday against your body, you reach for one of your flasks. It was that moment that you realized that it was the last of your Crimson Tears. You weighed your options, but only for a second. You popped the cork and steadied your love.

"Here. Drink. This'll set you right."

You juggle the flask a bit to reach down and pull the knife out of her torso. Immediately tossing the blade aside, you hug an arm around to stem the wound as you help Wednesday drink the last of your tonic.

"Ugh, that stuff is vile," you hear her say. A soft laugh escapes your lips.

"Yeah, but it works. Look."

Wednesday could already feel her stab wound mending. She raises her cut hand to take a look and watches it stitch itself together. Still a bit sore, she stands with your help before making her way out.

"Crackstone's on his way to the academy," she states. "We have to stop him."

"At your lead then."

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You and Wednesday find your way onto the Academy grounds. Enid was facing Tyler and you both trusted her to deal with him accordingly. And seeing your other friends helping to evacuate the students made you feel better about the possible outcome of the coming battle.

The quad was in flames when you stepped foot in it. Crackstone was standing in the middle, reveling in his destruction. Before he could ready another attack, Wednesday interrupts.

"Howdy pilgrim."

Said pilgrim spins around, baffled at the fact that his nemesis was still breathing. She stood before him, blade in hand. The same blade her parents used against Garrett Gates. And behind her stood yourself with hands crackling with magic energy.

"No matter," Crackstone states. "I will kill you as many times as I must to achieve my goal."

He sends a beam of energy at the two of you. You swiftly grab Wednesday and barely evade the attack. When your enemy readies another attack, Xavier arrives with his bow drawn.

"Stay away from them!"

He looses his arrow, only to have it slow to a stop right in front of Crackstone.

"Hm. A novel attempt." Slowly, the arrow rotates and aims back at the outcasts. Multiple begin to appear as they aim at all three of you. "But you cannot match my power!"

The torrent of arrows fly towards you. While Wednesday and Xavier brace for the impact, you jump ahead and summon the magic to your hands. With a strong pulse, you scatter the arrows.

"Let me wear him down. Get those outcast stragglers outta here!'

As you speak, a large blade begins to form in your hand. Soon a glowing greatsword, nearly twice your size, forms and you sink into a guard stance. Seeing the feat of magic, Crackstone grins and readies himself.

"Come. See if you can best me."

The battle is quick and fierce. You match Crackstone blow for blow, but each strike saps the energy out of your body. In your peripheral, you can see Wednesday trying to jump into the bout. Xavier was gone, presumably taking care of the evacuation. You were constantly moving, either dodging his strikes, attacking, or blocking. The mana in your body was draining quickly. Soon your life energy would take its place. You had to end this soon.

Soon didn't come quick enough.

One final clash made your blade dissipate. As much as you tried, the Carian Greatsword couldn't take form. Exhaustion pulled you to your knees and each breath made you heavier. You could only hope you made Crackstone feel as you did.

The pilgrim was indeed weary. He leans on his staff as he glares at you. That gaze shoots to Wednesday when she steps in front of you with her sword drawn.

"You believe you can stop me?" He spat out. "I've more power than you can fathom, Addams!"

He draws to his full height to ready another attack only to have a blade spring from his chest. When it pulls away, Crackstone whirls around to reveal Bianca with her saber in hand.

"Damned if I let you do anything without a fight." The siren shifts into a stance. "You fight one outcast, you fight them all."

Wednesday follows suit and sinks into her own stance before launching into an attack. With two against one, Crackstone stood no chance. His exhaustion from his bout with you slowed his movements considerably. In a last ditch effort, the man sends out a pulse of magic to try and push his opponents away. It succeeds, but only by a few feet.

Flanking the man, Bianca and Wednesday use their position to soar forward and thrust their blades into his chest, piercing his heart from two angles. Crackstone stares in disbelief for a moment before exploding, taking his magic and its effects with him.

You let out a heavy sigh and sink further into your knees. A moment of silence fills the quad before a click of a gun cocking can be heard. You all forgot about Laurel Gates

The woman, once known as Marilyn Thornhill, strides close with her gun pointed at Wednesday. The goth just eyes the weapon.

"You brought a gun to a swordfight." She states. "That's probably the smartest thing you've done today." Laurel just gives a sinister smile.

"I may not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I'll get to kill you, Wednesday."

A loud bang sounds as the woman squeezes the trigger. It echoes throughout the quad before falling into a deafening silence. The next sound to come is the thud of your knees as they crash to the ground.

You had taken the bullet for Wednesday. Whatever strength you had left, you summoned to protect the one you love.

"Y/N..." Wednesday's soft whisper barely reaches your ear. The disbelief in her voice was tangible.

The next few seconds became a whirlwind. Eugene arrived with his bees in tow and subdued Laurel. Bianca ran off to get help, only to find the police finally arriving. And Wednesday dropped to your side, grasping at your body.

Her hands find your face and your dazed eyes look up to see tears welling in her own. You offer a smile, trying to soothe the pain she felt.

"Don't leave me, Y/N. I don't intend on living without you." Your smile widens as your body slowly begins to fade with the wind. Wednesday's hands cling tighter onto you. You raise your hand to caress her cheek.

"I love you, Wednesday. With all that I am."

Your body disappears as the lightest touch grazes the goth's cheek and you vanish from this realm and from Wednesday's arms.

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Laurel and Crackstone have been defeated. Nevermore Academy has been saved. Yet, the air in the school was more somber, despite the bustle of students packing their things. Most were mourning the loss of their principal, Weems. Wednesday, on the other hand, mourns the loss of her dark heart.

She was already packed, having been ready to leave after her expulsion. So while everyone scrambles to leave by the allotted time, Wednesday seeks out solitude in the woods.

It's been a few days since the final battle. The students outside of the Nightshades and Enid had no real idea of the danger they were in. And no real idea of the loss they had. While everyone knew Weems, no one really knew you. Only Wednesday.

She refused to cry. Or rather, she just couldn't cry. Her body feels numb as she wanders the woods, weaving through the trees aimlessly. This weakness was why Wednesday avoided emotions in the first place. Now everything was bland. Dull. Boring. Nothing could excite her and it made the void in her chest ache.

But something catches her eye. A bright light in the distance. As she nears it, it's shown to be a large mass of energy coalescing into an orb. How she never noticed the clearing before baffled the goth. Wednesday watches as the orb pulses softly and fights the urge to reach out.

The energy lets out one more pulse before it begins to take the form of a human. Wednesday watches in fascination, having never seen something like this before. Her curiosity momentarily eclipses her grief. When the figure's feet touch the ground, the energy bursts out, forcing the goth to shield her eyes. When she looks again, she can't believe the sight.

You stand amongst the dissipating energy without a single wound on you. You stretch a bit to acclimate to your body again before finally noticing Wednesday.

"Oh. You're a sight for sore eyes." You grin. The situation was relatively normal for you so it didn't faze you.

"You're alive? How?" The goth reaches out and touches your hand. The touch moves to your arms and continues until her hands reach your face.

"It's a long story... I can tell it after you catch me up on what's going on."

"Not before I kill you again for dying like you did." You can feel nails digging into your cheeks.

"Owowowow I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It's a while before Wednesday returns to campus with you in tow to everyone's surprise.

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A Good Day for Death (Book 1) Chapter Six

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Chapter Six: A Good Day for Competition

Summary: Ophelia Hall battles for the Poe Cup, Wednesday has another ominous vision, and (Y/N) successfully uses their abilities.

All four teams began rowing as hard as possible as the rest of the academy began cheering wildly for each of their houses. The Cask of the Armadillo, Xavier and Ajax’s team, pulled out in front of The Black Cat.

“Oh, excuse us,” said Xavier as they went by.

The Gold Bug, Bianca’s boat, lagged behind, but no one was foolish enough to believe that meant they weren’t in the running. They had something up their sleeve. The Pit and the Pendulum, the final boat, rowed in front of The Gold Bug and was in the unfortunate position of being the sirens’ first target, not that they had realized.

“Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!” cried The Pit and the Pendulum team.

As they pulled alongside The Black Cat, one of the boys pulled a lever, and one of the two axes on their boat lifted into the air. It swiped at Ophelia Hall’s team, who instinctively ducked to avoid being decapitated. Having exhausted it’s first move, the axe returned to The Pit and the Pendulum’s side. (Y/N), Wednesday, Enid, and their teammate narrowed their eyes and pushed on with swift, powerful strokes of their oars.

Below, a siren from the sidelines swam up under The Pit and the Pendulum and pushed them towards a strong marker bobbing in the waves. The team tried to steer away, but they were smashed against the buoy, and their boat was destroyed. One team was sunk, and now The Gold Bug had only two opponents left.

“The Pit and the Pendulum is down,” said (Y/N). “We’re next in line since The Cask of the Armadillo is out in front. Plus, Bianca hates us.”

“Spot the siren,” ordered Wednesday.

It hadn’t taken Wednesday long after Ophelia Hall residents explained how Bianca seemed to miraculously won over the years to figure out that she was using a fellow siren to take out boats from beneath the water. If they could just handle the siren saboteur, they could beat her.

(Y/N) scanned the water and the gleam of a tail as it disappeared beneath the calm water. “Off our port bow,” said (Y/N). “Coming closer.”

Wednesday cast an approving glance at them for their technical language before looking down at Thing. “Now.”

Thing pulled one of two levers, and a harpoon with a net attached shot down below The Black Cat. The siren was caught in the net and dragged to the lakebed. Even if they did escape, it would take time and derail Bianca’s plan.

In front of them, The Cask of the Armadillo landed on Raven Island, and Xavier and Ajax began the footrace to grab their flag at Crackstone’s Crypt. The Black Cat landed moments later. Wednesday and (Y/N) jumped out.

“Make sure Bianca can’t sabotage out boat,” said Wednesday to Enid.

Enid glanced at where The Gold Bug was approaching and nodded. Wednesday and (Y/N) sprinted off into the woods. As they arrived at Crackstone’s Crypt, Xavier and Ajax had just grabbed their flag.

“Later, Wednesday,” said Xavier as they ran by.

Wednesday leapt up the stairs and grabbed ahold of the crypt’s entryway walls while she grabbed the flag. Her eyes went wide, and she threw her head back as she was thrown into a fit. (Y/N) ran to her in alarm as she collapsed completely from the strength of her vision. With one arm, they hesitantly supported Wednesday, trying not to touch her too much for fear of their abilities, and with the other, they held the flag.

They watched Wednesday worriedly and listened as Bianca approached to grab their flag. Oh, boy, thought (Y/N). Wednesday will kill me if we don’t win. They glanced down at her. Wednesday, I know you don’t like physical contact, but you’re going to have to bear with me.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) focused on the growing trees around them. The grass beneath their feet turned brown as the life was pulled from them, and the leaves turned orange and red as (Y/N) sapped their energy. Vitalized and strengthened, they managed to life both Wednesday and the flag up and began their run back towards the boat.

Bianca had caught up, but she would not get ahead.

Wednesday’s eyes shot open as the girl’s voice echoed in her mind. You are the key. The other is the door. Noticing she was being held, she said, “What is this?”

(Y/N) hurriedly let her down. “I thought you wouldn’t want us to get too behind. Bianca grabbed her flag a moment after us.”

“You made the strategic choice,” said Wednesday, nodding before continuing the run to the boat.

“Come on!” encouraged Enid.

Wednesday and (Y/N) hoped into The Black Cat, and they pushed away from shore, determinedly paddling towards The Cask of the Armadillo and The Gold Bug. Enid cheered as The Cask of the Armadillo began sinking below the lake surface.

“See you, jokers!” called Enid.

“Cheaters!” shouted Xavier.

“No such thing in the Poe Cup,” retorted (Y/N).

“I just asked myself, ‘WWWD?’ What Would Wednesday Do?” said Enid proudly.

(Y/N) grinned. “Brilliant.”

Now it was just The Black Cat versus The Gold Bug. In a few moments, they were nearly on top of each other. Wednesday reached down and flicked their second lever. Harpoons appeared like sabers on the hull of The Black Cat. If they could get close enough, they could tear The Gold Bug apart and send it to its watery grave. Before they could, though, something rocked them from below. The siren had returned and was pushing them away from their target while Bianca smirked condescendingly.

“Now, (Y/N),” ordered Wednesday.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, sent a prayer of good luck to the gods, and plunged their hand into the water. They grasped onto the siren’s wrist, and as they exhaled, they focused on gently replacing the air expelled with energy from the siren. When they felt their opponent’s flailing weaken, they let go and quickly retracted their hand. (Y/N) risked a look overboard and saw a dazed but not dead siren floating in the lake. Relieved, (Y/N) tightly grasped their oar and helped pushed the boat back alongside The Gold Bug. The harpoons jammed into its sides.

“Gotcha!” cried Enid.

“Yes!” cheered (Y/N).

Bianca could do nothing but glare as her boat went down and The Black Cat arrived at Nevermore. Cheers awaited them as Ophelia Hall members celebrated finally winning over the other girl’s dorm. Together, (Y/N) and Wednesday ran the flag up to the official finish line and planted it into the ground.

Ophelia Hall was victorious.

“The first Poe Cup took place in 1897 as a way to not only honor Nevermore’s most famous alumni, but to celebrate those values that all outcasts share,” said Weems. “Community, perseverance, and determination. And we certainly saw those values on display today.” She picked up the Poe Cup and handed it to Enid and the Ophelia Hall team. Enid held it above her head victoriously, and the rest of the academy cheered with her. “Congratulations to Ophelia Hall. As a former resident, I will be happy to see the cup back on the mantle after all these years!”

(Y/N) slipped away as the cheers continued. They enjoyed the teamwork, but they were still a little shaken after intentionally using their abilities and on a person no less. It was exhilarating to have felt such control, but it was also a little frightening to have risked it. So, to process their feelings, (Y/N) curled up under the Poe Statue and pulled out their phone to jot down some ideas in poetry form. Sure, a phone wasn’t the best medium, but it would do in a pinch.

They leaned their head back on Poe’s leg and took a deep breath to compose their thoughts. Opening their eyes, they faced the underside of the book Poe held. (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

A skull inside a flower!

(Y/N) jumped up and ran back into the courtyard. “Wednesday,” they said hurriedly as soon as they got close. Wednesday turned, not saying anything but the mere acknowledgment of their presence was enough to spur them on. “I think I found the book. Or, something like it.”

Now Wednesday was interested. “Show me.”

(Y/N) led her back to the Poe Statue and leaned under to point at the bronze book cover. Wednesday looked under and found the symbol (Y/N) had.

“That’s the symbol. There’s a connection,” murmured Wednesday. She straightened and looked back at the busy courtyard. “Not enough to cover to investigate now.”

(Y/N) looked at where Weems stood speaking to other teachers. “Yeah, Weems will miss you too quickly.”

“After curfew, then,” decided Wednesday. “I’m finding that book.”

“You know, out of all the things I thought a new roommate might cause, repeated sneaking around was not on that list,” said (Y/N).

“I doubt attempted murder was either,” said Wednesday.

“Surprisingly, I figured someone would try to bump me off at some point. I thought it’d be a normie though since they get so weird about death.”

With their casual skull sweater on again, (Y/N) snuck through the courtyard with Wednesday. They shone the flashlight around it.

“Check the book,” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) hopped up onto the dais of the statue and pointed the light onto the bronze pages of the book as Wednesday waited for their report.

“There’s a poem,” said (Y/N) excitedly. “Oh my god, Edgar Allan Poe has a secret riddle!”

Wednesday flipped open her notebook. “Read it to me.”

“ ‘The opposite of moon,’ ” began (Y/N).

“Sun,” decided Wednesday as she deciphered each line.

“ ‘A world between ours,’ ” said (Y/N).

“Nether,” said Wednesday.

“Nice, I would have said the Underworld,” said (Y/N). “ ‘Two months before June.’ Well, that’s April. ‘A self-seeding flower.’ ”

“Pansy.”

“ ‘One more than one.’ ”

“Two.”

Wednesday and (Y/N) settled into a rhythm. No messing about, just one person repeating lines of Poe’s riddle, and the other solving them. Both teens, who, while on the opposite sides of the temperament spectrum, had trouble with others, found it surprisingly to work together.

“ ‘It’s leaves weep to the ground.’ ”

“Willow.”

“ ‘It melts in the sun.’ ”

“Ice.”

“ ‘Its beginning and end never found.’ ”

“Circle.”

“ ‘Every rule has one.’ ”

“Exception.”

“ ‘The answer will give a sharp cracking sound,’ ” said (Y/N). They hopped down from the statue. “That’s all.?”

“The first letter of each word spells out ‘snap twice,’ ” said Wednesday.

“And that fits Poe’s final line,” said (Y/N).

Wednesday smiled slightly in satisfaction. She pocketed her notebook and raised a hand with (Y/N) following suit. The two snapped twice, the sharp cracking echoing through the corridor.

The raven on Poe’s arm folded its wings down, and his arm moved back towards himself. The entire statue and dais shifted back into the wall. Wednesday and (Y/N) stepped inside the newly revealed opening and turned to the right where stairs spiraled below ground. Paintings hung on the wall, and in the room they entered, bookshelves lined the walls with the same symbol as usual on the floor: a skull in the center of a flower.

“A secret society at Nevermore,” breathed (Y/N) with a grin of excitement. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Of course my mother was a part of it,” said Wednesday, deadpanning even more than usual as she found a photo of her parents hanging on the walls. Her eyes trailed to the bookshelves. “Rowan’s book must have come from here.”

“Most of these haven’t been touched in years,” said (Y/N), observing the dust.

“Except for this one,” murmured Wednesday, finding a smear of clean shelf. Someone had removed this book recently.

She pulled it out and flipped through the pages as (Y/N) bounded over to see what she found. Sure enough, the other side of the page Rowan had ripped out lay in the book in Wednesday’s hands. This half had the same flames, but more figures were added. One was a shadowed man with a staff wearing what looked to be pilgrim clothing. The other was someone smaller cast in shadow, but obviously wearing black and holding the scythe that ended in Rowan’s half.

“There we go,” murmured (Y/N). “Not a helpful clue, but a clue nonetheless.”

Wednesday nodded and put the book into her satchel. She and (Y/N) turned to leave, but as they did, two people threw black bags over their heads.

Of course the secret societies at Nevermore are kidnapping people.

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the moment you've been waiting for has arrived...

We have a bracket!!

Yeah. It's a 64-person bracket, the font is small, all that. You can try to zoom in, or there will be a list of matchups below the cut.

All but the first matchup have been randomly generated, please don't complain about the seeding or having to choose between characters. It just worked out that way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (ig you can complain about the first one)

Polls will be released Monday afternoon. The first round will once again be a week long, but after that we'll go to 24-hour polls until the final matchup.

May the best musician win!

Side A

Orpheus (Ulysses Dies at Dawn by The Mechanisms) on mandolin vs The Toy Soldier (The Mechanisms) on mandolin, glockenspiel and others

Theodore (Alvin and the Chipmunks) on drums vs Wylan Van Eck (Six of Crows) on flute vs Squidward (SpongeBob SquarePants) on clarinet*

Hitori "Bocchi" Gotoh (Bocchi the Rock) on guitar vs Vice Principal Nero (A Series of Unfortunate Events) on violin

Murdoc Niccals (Gorillaz) on bass vs Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai) on piano

Ibuki Mioda (Danganronpa) on bass guitar vs Jasiker (The Witcher) on lute

Grover Underwood (Riordanverse) on reed pipes vs Marceline "The Vampire Queen" Abadeer (Adventure Time) on bass guitar

Wei Wuxian (The Untamed) on dizi vs Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) on drums

Toki Wartooth (Metalocolypse) on guitar vs Eddie (The Rocky Horror Picture Show) on saxophone

Chai (Hi-Fi Rush) on guitar vs Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes) on violin

Wirt (Over the Garden Wall) on clarinet and bassoon vs Alec Hardison (Leverage) on violin

Raine Whispers (The Owl House) on violin vs Scanlan Shorthalt (Critical Role, The Legend of Vox Machina) on lute and flute

Raiko Horikawa (Touhou Project) on drums vs Undyne (Undertale) on piano

Riebeck (Outer Wilds) on banjo vs Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb) on a variety of instruments that begin with the letter "B"

Lisa Simpson (The Simpsons) on baritone sax vs DJ Octavio (Splatoon) on turntables

Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle) on uilleann pipes vs Venti (Genshin Impact) on lyre and flute

Rocky Rickaby (Lackadaisy) on fiddle vs Hoid (The Cosmere) on flute

Side B

Sonic (Sonic Underground) on electric guitar vs Sal "Sally Face" Fisher (Sally Face) on Guitar

Demyx (Kingdom Hearts) on sitar vs Achilles (The Iliad) on lyre

Jade Harley (Homestuck) on bass guitar vs Ryan Akagi (Infinity Train) on guitar

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday) on cello vs Maki Nishikino (Love Live! School Idol Project) on piano

Sally Thorn" McKnight (Scooby-Doo) on guitar vs Hunter Sylvester (Metal Lords) on electric guitar

K.K. Slider (Animal Crossing) on guitar vs Will Treaty (Ranger's Apprentice) on mandola

Edward Cullen (Twilight) on piano vs Miguel Rivera (Coco) on guitar

William the Gonagle (Discworld) on mousepipes vs Marzipan (Homestar Runner) on guitar

The Phantom of the Opera (The Phantom of the Opera) on organ vs Dr. Teeth (The Muppets) on piano

Kris (Deltarune) on piano vs "Soul King" Brook (One Piece) on piano and guitar

Manolo Sanchez (The Book of Life) on guitar vs Greg Universe (Steven Universe) on electric guitar

Ebony Dark'Ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal) on guitar vs Figueroth "Fig" Faeth (Dimension 20's Fantasy High) on bass guitar

Link (Legend of Zelda) on ocarina and panflute vs Max Rebo (Star Wars) on organ

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) on guitar vs Luka Couffaine (Miraculous Ladybug) on guitar

Melody (Crypt of the NecroDancer) on lute vs Musa (Winx Club) on all the instruments

Marcy Wu (Amphibia) on drums vs Victor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) on violin

*due to an unfortunate counting error, a 3rd person has been added to this matchup.

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Valerie as cursed images

#cursed image #oc #ocs #vampire oc #crypt academy #lgbt stories #horror #spooky #monster high #monster prom

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gotham academy #1

[ID: Olive Silverlock escorting Maps Mizoguchi on her first day at Gotham Academy. Olive exclaims, “Come on! We're already late!” as they run through the rain to get across the campus. Maps whines, “Ahhh! Wet shoes!” END ID]

#her autistic girl charm....#c: gotham academy | i: 1 #crypt's panels #maps mizoguchi #olive silverlock

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Stanisław Wyspiański ( Polish, 1869-1907)

Study of a Girl in a Chair, 1899

Pastel; 60 x 46 cm. (National Museum, Warsaw, Poland)

He was a Polish playwright, painter and poet, as well as interior and furniture designer. A patriotic writer, he created a series of symbolic, national dramas within the artistic philosophy of the Young Poland Movement. Wyspiański was one of the most outstanding and multifaceted artists of his time in Europe. He successfully joined the trends of modernism with themes of the Polish folk tradition and Romantic history. Unofficially, he came to be known as the Fourth Polish Bard (in addition to the earlier Three Bards: Adam Mickiewicz, Juliusz Słowacki, and Zygmunt Krasiński).

Wyspiański’s artistic output is very eclectic. Among dramas and poetry, one can find there views of Cracow (drawings, sketch-books, oil-paintings, pastel drawings), portraits and self-portraits, designs of stained glass windows and paintings, illustrations, graphic art, plans of furniture and interiors, development of Wawel. Drawings, such as 1890 self-portrait and drafts from his journeys across Europe and Poland, are among Wyspiański’s well-known works. He later created a herbarium by drawing plants. He was, however, most frequently using the technique of pastel; his first pastel drawings were produced between 1890 and 1894. They mainly present the artist’s family, friends and other artists. Wyspiański eagerly drew his children in everyday situations such as sleeping or feeding.

In 1906 Wyspiański became professor of the Academy of Fine Arts in Kraków, he was also a member of the City Council. In his last years Wyspianski’s health condition deteriorated, as a result, he underwent medical treatments in Rymanów and Bad Hall. Then he settled in his small cottage in a village of Węgrzce. He died of then incurable syphilis. His funeral took place in Kraków and became a national manifestation. Wyspiański was buried in the Crypt of the Distinguished in the Skałka Church.

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The Cups & FE3H

The Cups suit are about intuition, emotion, and relationships. Whereas Wands represent ambition and fulfilment of self-actualisation needs, Cups represent the fulfilment of emotional needs. In the standard card set, Cups would correspond with Hearts.

When drawing a Cups card, they will most likely pertain to love, family, and matters of faith. If Wands can represent a walking stick, helping you move forward in life, Cups represent our own heart, holding the sacred water that nurtures us and sustains us. For the tarot card reader, emotional and spiritual needs are the things that can most fulfil existence and give purpose to our lives.

Seeing as the Cups card has such a strong connection to faith, it’s no surprise that I will connect the Cups suit to the Church of Seiros and Garreg Mach Monastery. I group these two together, as the Church of Seiros runs the monastery as well as the military academy, and the two form a faction together in Silver Snow.

Garreg Mach Monastery is a place of deep memory. Its lifespan is nearly a thousand years, and holds the crypt where the goddess of Fòdlan sleeps. It is also mysterious, since the grounds are so old that no one knows all of its secrets. Finally, it is a place where long-lasting relationships are wrought, especially thanks to the military academy whose original purpose was to bring the three nations together.

This makes the monastery a place filled with love, belonging, and faith. Feelings of love and belonging correspond very closely with emotional fulfilment and a sense of having emotional and spiritual needs met. In addition, a large part of the Cups suit is in faith of the unseen, since the cups themselves are opaque. This tracks well with the Church of Seiros devoting their faith to a dead goddess that can no longer be seen nor heard, yet still garners the love of her followers.

Previous: King of Wands

Next: Ace of Cups

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Appendix: Some Nerd Appearances of David Warner

Teen Titans Go! - The Lobe (2020)

Mary Poppins Returns - Admiral Boom (2018)

The Alienist - Professor Cavanaugh (2018)

The Amazing World of Gumball - Dr Wrecker (2015 - 2016)

Baldur's Gate: Siege of Dragonspear - Jon Irenicus (2016)

Southern Troopers - Admiral Warner (2015)

Penny Dreadful - Professor Abraham Van Helsing (2014)

Doctor Who - Professor Grisenko (2013)

Wizard - Merlin (2013)

The Evil Clergyman - The Evil Clergyman (2012)

The Secret of Crickley Hall - Percy Judd (2012)

A Thousand Kisses Deep - Max (2011)

Tron: The Next Day - Ed Dillenger (2011)

Graceless - Daniel (2010)

Doctor Who: Dreamland - Lord Azlok (2009)

Hogfather - Lord Downey (2006)

The League of Gentlemen's Apocalypse - Dr Erasmus Pea (2005)

Cyber Wars - Joseph Lau (2004)

Cortex - Master of the Organization (2004)

Dr Jeckyll & Mr Hyde - Sir Danvers Carew (2003)

The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy - Nergal (2001 - 2003)

The Code Conspiracy - Professor (2002)

The Little Unicorn - Ted Regan (2001)

Planet of the Apes - Senator Sandar (2001)

Men In Black animated - Alpha (1997 - 2001)

Star Trek: Klingon Academy - Chancellor Gorkon (2000)

The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne - Arago (2000)

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command - Lord Angstrom (2000)

Batman Beyond - Ra's Al Ghul (2000)

Baldur's Gate II: Shadows of Amn (2000)

Star Wars: Force Commander - Grand Gen Brashin

Superman animated - Ra's Al Ghul (1999)

Descent 3 - Dravis (1999)

The Outer Limits - Inspector (1995 - 1999)

Total Recall 2070 - Dr Felix Latham (1999)

Wing Commander - Admiral Geoffery (1999)

Toonsylvania - Doctor Vic Frankenstien (1998)

Houdini - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1998)

Fallout - Morpheus (1997)

Spider-Man animated - Herbert Landon (1995 - 1997)

Preversions of Science - Dr Nordhoff (1997)

Freakazoid - The Lobe (1995 - 1997)

Captain Simian & the Space Monkeys - the Glyph (1997)

Privateer 2 - Rhinehart (1996)

Beast Master III - Lord Agon (1996)

Gargoyles - Archmage (1995)

Iron Man - Arthur Dearborn (1995)

Batman animated - Ra's Al Ghul (1992 - 1995)

Final Equinox - Shilow (1995)

Biker Mice from Mars - Ice Breaker (1995)

Mighty Max - Talon (1994)

Babylon 5 - Aldous Gajic (1994)

Lois and Clark the New Adventures - Jor-El (1994)

Adventures of Brisco County Jr - Winston Smiles (1993)

Quest of the Delta Knights - Lord Vultare (1993)

Body Bags - Dr Lock (1993)

Wild Palms - Eli Levitt (1993)

Dinosaurs - Spirit of the Tree (1993)

Star Trek the Next Generation - Gul Madred (1992)

Captain Planet and the Planeteers - Zarm (1992)

Tales from the Crypt - Dr Alan Goetz (1992)

Return to the Lost World - Professor Summerlee (1992)

The Lost World - Professor Summerlee (1992)

Star Trek VI - Chancellor Gorkon (1991)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II - Professor Jordan (1991)

Twin Peaks - Thomas Eckhardt (1991)

Spymaker - Adm Godfry (1990)

Star Trek V - St John Talbot (1989)

Worlds Beyond - Ken Larkin (1988)

My Best Friend is a Vampire - Professor Leopold (1987)

Frankenstien - the creature (1984)

The Man With Two Brains - Dr Alfred (1983)

Tron - Ed Dillenger (1982)

Time Bandits - Evil Genius (1981)

Time After Time - Dr John Leslie/Jack the Ripper (1979)

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