#i am passionate about birds and angry at outside cats

[rubysunnday]

it’s a bugs life | bridgerton!sis

A/N: I. AM. BACK, BITCHES!!!

Gregory Bridgerton had a slight obsession with animals and bugs. He loved the bugs he found in the garden of Bridgerton house, often collecting the caterpillars and spiders to put in shoeboxes that then lived in his room. Most of his family refused to go into his room when there were bugs within its walls - Gregory had a habit of forgetting to close the doors or lids of whatever receptacle he’d put the bugs in and they often escaped for freedom, ending up in, normally, Daphne’s room - but Colin and Y/N were the two exceptions.

Colin, thanks to his numerous travels, had a soft spot for animals and bugs, like Gregory, and was the main sibling who helped Gregory in capturing and looking after the bugs they found in the garden.

Y/N didn’t mind bugs. She did, however, hate spiders and refused to be in the same room as one - there was an infamous incident a few years back where she’d fallen down the stairs in a desperate attempt to escape a spider, narrowly avoiding smacking her head on the floor thanks to Anthony’s diving catch.

Colin and Y/N’s unfazed nature towards bugs meant that Gregory favoured them both when he need help capturing a bug or animal. Y/N had been roped in to numerous muddy and rainy escapades to collect frogs or worms - she’d ruined many dresses much to her mother’s annoyance - but she secretly enjoyed getting dirty and cold and being able to see Gregory admire the bug in his room and name it something ridiculous. 

The funniest bug incident had involved Anthony, Benedict and a baby bird.

 It’d been a particularly stormy day and Anthony had forbidden Gregory from even thinking of going outside to collect any type of bug. Anthony had sat down in his chair with a satisfied smile, knowing that his little brother wasn’t going to come back in covered in mud with a dozen new bugs.

Naturally Gregory hadn’t listened.

Y/N had been quietly reading a book in the main room when she’d noticed her youngest brother sneak down the stairs, several shoeboxes in hand. She looked over at Anthony, who was having a passionate ‘discussion’ (”It’s not an argument, Y/N,” Anthony said, whilst glaring daggers at Colin, “it’s a discussion”.) with Colin about why he couldn’t just flounce off to Wales for the week, and shut her book, quietly sneaking out the second door and following after Gregory.

“Gregory,” Y/N hissed as she caught him struggling to unlock the back door in the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

Gregory turned around and batted his eyes, looking like an angelic, innocent angel and not a mad, bug obsessed annoying human. “There’s a frog.”

“You have a frog,” Y/N replied, crossing her arms. “Why do you need this one?”

Gregory paused. “Well, there isn’t actually a frog,” he tried again. “I was looking out the window and spotted this baby bird on the ground, hiding under a bush.”

“Bird’s like the rain, Gregory,” Y/N reminded him, pushing herself up onto the counter near the door. “Besides, its mum will probably come back soon.”

“I don’t think it will,” Gregory said, leaning in to Y/N as if he was about to whisper a huge secret. “Its wing looks broken and I saw a fox.”

Y/N sighed and closed her eyes. She needed to not be so easily roped into things. She needed to build up a wall that couldn’t be broken and that no one could -

“Fine,” she said, jumping off the counter and grabbing the gardener’s jacket from the hook by the door. She pulled it on, buttoning it up as high as it would go and pulled the hood up. “Fine, come on.”

The wind ripped the door out of Y/N’s hand and it slammed against the wall. She ushered Gregory out the house and then forced the door shut, pulling it against the wind. Gregory quickly made a beeline to a bush near the side gate, kneeling down in the wet, muddy grass and setting his shoebox underneath the bush.

Y/N, knowing her dress was already ruined by this point, knelt down next to him, feeling the mud seeping through the material of her dress. The hood of the jacket had been blown down and her hair was soaking wet and falling out of it’s intricate styling.

Underneath the bush, cheeping nervously at them, was a tiny, baby bird. It’s left wing was hanging down slightly and looked to be at an awkward angle. Y/N reached her hands out and gently held out a finger for the bird to inspect. It hopped back a few steps, nervous of the newcomer in front of it. After a moment it hopped forward and cheeped, nudging Y/N’s finger.

Y/N took that as a sign and cupped her hands together, gently scooping the bird up and placing it in the shoebox which Gregory was holding out for her.

“Gregory!” 

Gregory swung around, falling on to his bum, at the sudden roar of his name. Anthony was marching towards them, struggling to keep his rain jacket on, holding the hood over his head as he glared at Gregory.

“I told you not to come outside!” Anthony yelled, pointing a threatening finger at Gregory.

Gregory looked down at the ground. “But -”

“No, there is no excuse -” Anthony trailed off as Y/N turned around, cradling the shoebox against her and protecting it from the worst of the rain. “Y/N.”

She gave him a wince of a smile. “Hello.”

Anthony looked like he might explode. “Inside, now.” He pointed a finger to the door but didn’t look away from his rebellious siblings. “Now.”

Gregory quickly stood up and ran inside, slipping on the step as he took the corner too fast. Y/N slowly stood up, shivering as the rain and wind began to get colder.

“Y/N, what were you thinking?!” Anthony yelled as she stepped around a puddle and approached him. “Out of all people -”

Anthony’s rant was cut off again as the biggest clap of thunder Y/N had heard in years went off directly over their heads. Y/N flinched and slipped on the grass, reaching an arm out to Anthony, refusing to let go of the shoe box.

Anthony grabbed her arm with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist, catching her before she fell into the mud. As soon as Y/N regained her footing, he marched her inside, pushing her inside the door and then slamming the door shut behind them.

Benedict was drying Gregory off with a towel and looked up as Anthony slammed the door. He let out a snort of laughter at his bedraggled brother and quickly looked away at Anthony’s scathing glare, busying himself with drying Gregory’s hair.

“What were you two thinking?” Anthony yelled, throwing his hands up. 

Y/N turned away from Anthony, only half listening. She set the shoebox on the counter and gently lifted the lid. 

“Y/N, are you even listening to me?” Anthony snapped. He went to continue his rant but was cut off by a quiet cheep. Anthony closed his eyes. “Please tell me that wasn’t a bird.”

“It wasn’t a bird,” Y/N and Gregory replied in unison, both giving the other a knowing smirk as Anthony let out a long, despairing sigh that only a big brother, who’d been putting up with his siblings for too long, could make.

Y/N picked the box up, turning around and showing her older brothers the tiny bird. “Gregory found it. It’s injured. I couldn’t leave it out there to be eaten!” Y/N exclaimed. She lowered her voice, nodding her head at Gregory. “He was going anyway, Anthony.”

Anthony took a step forward and looked down at the baby bird in the box. The bird cheeped as it noticed Anthony and hopped into a corner, burying itself in the moss.

Anthony sighed again. He looked over at Benedict, who had an arm around Gregory, the younger Bridgerton clinging to his side as he shivered.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Benedict said, shrugging. “We can get the gardener to look at it tomorrow morning.”

Anthony looked like he wanted to murder all three of his siblings. “Fine. Y/N get changed.”

And with that, Anthony took the shoe box containing the baby bird and disappeared from the kitchen.

“Did he just... did he just take the bird with him?” Y/N asked, staring after her brother with a frown.

Benedict chuckled, letting go of Gregory and wrapping a towel around Y/N’s shoulders. “He has a soft spot for animals, really,” he replied, rubbing her arms with the towel as she shivered. “Now, go get changed before you get ill.”

The baby bird was soon named ‘Anthony’ in honour of the eldest Bridgerton who had subconsciously adopted it for the few weeks it spent in his room as its wing healed. 

There had been numerous other bug incidents over the years. Y/N had fallen out of a tree trying to rescue a cat, Colin had been biting by an angry swan who’d refused to be rescued from the net it’d swam into and Gregory had broken his wrist as he chased away a fox trying to eat the chickens he’d insisted on Anthony getting for Audrey Hall.

The bug incidents tend to stay at home, however. Gregory rarely tried to collect or rescue animals or bugs from any of the garden parties of receptions he was allowed to attend - probably because he was scared of getting into trouble with the hosts.

The night of Lady Danbury’s birthday ball, however, was apparently an exception to this rule.

Y/N smiled and nodded as she listened to a lord (she had no idea what his name was) talk about politics. Colin was standing next to her and was nudging her every so often when he noticed her attention span wandering to other, more interesting things - even the chandeliers were more exciting to listen to.

Someone ran into Y/N from behind and she stumbled forward, almost dropping her glass of champagne. Colin grabbed her elbow, catching her with one hand as she turned to see who’d ran into her.

“Gregory, what -”

“Help me,” Gregory said, grabbing Y/N’s hand and dragging her away from the group she’d been talking to.

Y/N barely managed to shove her glass into Colin’s hand as Gregory dragged her through the ballroom and onto the terrace outside.

“Gregory, that was actually really rude,” Y/N said as he let go of her hand and stopped running. She looked at him and frowned, noting his panicked expression. “What’s wrong?”

“A duck is chasing me,” Gregory replied, his little face looking very serious. “It’s following me around and keeps... quacking.”

Y/N snorted. 

“It is not funny!”

“Oh, it is,” Y/N replied. “Why is this duck chasing you, then, brother?” 

Gregory squirmed and Y/N’s shoulders slumped. Whenever Gregory squirmed she knew that whatever he was going to say was going to be ridiculous or stupid. There’d been a time when he’d accidentally toppled a bookshelf onto her - long story - and he’d lied to their mother and Anthony about how it had happened. But one glare (well, attempt at a glare, Y/N was on the verge of passing out and was clinging on to Colin for dear life) from Y/N had him squirming and he’d told the truth.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Gregory Bridgerton.”

Gregory reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a baby duck.

Y/N had no other word other than, “Oh.”

“It was stuck on the steps so I picked it up to help it down and then the mother duck started flapping her wings and quacking and then ran at me and I panicked and ran away,” Gregory replied, barely stopping for breath. 

Y/N let out a soft sigh and crouched down until she was the same height as Gregory. “Pass it here.”

Gregory carefully handed her the fluffy, chirping duckling. Y/N let it sit in her palm and stroked its head with her little finger. 

“Where did you find it?” She asked quietly, looking up at Gregory.

He pointed to the door the other side of the ballroom. “The pond over there.”

“Come on, let’s go put it back,” Y/N said, standing up and cradling the duckling in her hands. “It’s mum is probably worried.”

Y/N and Gregory walked back into the ballroom, weaving through the crowds of people.

“Y/N!” 

Y/N closed her eyes as her mother called her. She looked down at Gregory. “I’ll be back, go to the pond,” she said, ushering him off.

She turned around and plastered a smile to her face as her mother, Anthony, Benedict and a very unhappy Eloise approached with Lady Danbury and a man who looked slightly familiar but she couldn’t for the life of her remember why.

“Y/N, dear, this is Mr Williams,” Violet said, gesturing to the man next to her.

“Oh, yes, of course!” Y/N said, remembering that she’d danced with the man last week. “We danced together at Lady Christy’s ball, last week, didn’t we?”

Mr Williams nodded. “We did indeed, Miss Bridgerton. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

Mr Williams held out a hand and Y/N suddenly remembered that she was, in fact, holding a duckling in her hands.

“Can you just give me a minute?” She asked. “I’m sorry.” 

She slid past Anthony and her mother, ignoring their confused stares, and quickly walked to the door Gregory was hovering at. She was vaguely aware of the fact her mother was sending Anthony and Benedict after her but the duckling in her hands chirped and she focused on the pond and the fact that she was still holding a duck in her hands.

Gregory led the way down the stairs and halted suddenly. The mother duck and eight other ducklings were at the bottom of the stairs. The mother duck quacked loudly and hissed.

“Alright, it’s ok,” Y/N said softly, slowly walking forward to the mother duck. She knelt down on the last step and lowered her hands to the grass. “Here’s your baby.”

The baby duckling hopped out of Y/N’s hands and quickly waddled over to its mother, chirping happily as it reunited. The mother duck quacked and turned to the pond, the nine ducklings following after it in a line.

“See, she was probably just scared you were going to take her other babies,” Y/N told Gregory, still kneeling in the grass.

“I was just trying to help,” Gregory said softly, looking wistfully at the ducks.

“I know,” Y/N said, ruffling his hair. “But how would you feel if some stranger came and took you away from mother?”

“Scared,” Gregory admitted.

“Exactly. But you did the right thing, Greg. Even if I did have to interrupt mother’s attempt at match-making,” Y/N muttered, glancing behind her at the house. Anthony and Benedict were hovering at the top of the stairs, trying to make it obvious that they clearly weren’t listening but failing impressively.

“Go on,” Y/N said, shoving Gregory back towards the house, “go annoy Hyacinth.”

Gregory smiled and ran up the stairs, pausing for a second to hug Anthony around the legs, surprising the man. Anthony hugged him back and patted his head with a frown.

Y/N stood up, wincing as her legs tingled at the sudden movement. She looked up at her brothers, both of whom were watching her with a great deal of admiration.

“What?” She asked, frowning.

“You’re a good big sister,” Anthony replied, holding out his arm to her.

“I know I am,” Y/N said, taking his arm and smiling as he rolled his eyes. “And you two,” Y/N linked her other arm through Benedict’s, “are amazing big brothers.”

“Colin will be sad he was left out,” Benedict replied.

“Colin stole my cake, he can be jealous for all I care,” Y/N muttered, remembering her cake with a fond sigh.

The obsession with bug’s never did stop for Gregory. When Colin returned from his travels, he would always sit down with Gregory and go through all the drawings and writing’s he’d done on the bugs he’d seen whilst exploring. 

For his fourteenth birthday, Y/N bought her younger brother a book with detailed drawings of every insect known to man. It’d cost her the equivalent of almost her entire dowry but the joy on Gregory’s face had been worth it. And it was on that day that Anthony realised that, maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t done such a bad job of raising his siblings after all.

#benedict bridgerton #Bridgerton #colin bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton!sis #bridgerton sister #platonic #platonic imagine #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #how the fuck do i tag again? #imagine #sibling reader #sister reader

[papercupids]

cat and mouse - agust d.

pairing - yandere!agust d x gn!reader

summary - it's a fun game for him.

warnings - yandere themes, psychopathic behaviour, mentions of tied up, bruises, wounds.

word count - 1.6k

a/n - had an mv marathon at 3 am where i was accidentally hit with this idea, also i do not condone such behaviour. proceed at your own risk.

Straight up doing things for the fun of it.

Of course, he was. But weird was an understatement.

Of course, he was. But weird was an understatement.

That man was a psychopath. Completely driven by passion, anger and raw emotions.

Consequences be damned.

He saw it fit to abduct you because he was so deeply in love.

He saw it fit to tie you up because he was that angry on you.

He also saw it fit to isolate you because he became jealous quite quick. Something he hadn’t experienced yet with you and you hoped he wouldn’t because he would be feral beyond control.

He was an absolute sweetheart for a moment and literally trying to see how much it took to tear you apart the next.

If you began to count how much mental disorders this man could be a victim of, you’d lose count.

And you were angry, of course. But you found yourself sympathizing with him a number of times, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with him.

But his mood swings made it hard to not hate him.

So you stuck with being indifferent to his advances now. Not flinching when he waved his knife up on your face threatening to cut something if you don’t respond. Not crying when he shouted numerous insults at you, all directed to cut through your heart. And they would have if you didn’t steel yourself against him.

For his betterment and yours, you had to escape from here.

Escape so you could have the upper hand in helping him.

As he sat in front of you, hands tangled in his own hair, you promised him softly to help him out. No matter what it takes.

Because you knew you could.

-

he fiddled with his car keys while you grew increasingly restless. Of all the time you were kept here, you had never been left alone.

Call it agust’s fear or just plain not wanting to go outside.

He’d make hoseok run errands for him, but even then, you’d never seen hoseok.

As your thoughts progress more, you wonder how long it’s been since you actually talked to someone.

Someone who didn’t have a dangling knife on your head.

And suddenly, agust was here, taking his car keys, wallet, and stuff.

If he was afraid of you running off, he didn’t show it. He just tried to play it as if he’s just driving to a grocery store nearby.

Your features displayed a questioning look, but either he didn’t notice or he just knew that’d be the case.

Either way, after making sure he had everything and had covered every inch of his body part in black, he went out, slamming the door on his way out.

You count. You count the seconds. 10, 11, 12, 13.....

There’s no noise outside, he’s really gone.

And the silence that greets you is nothing like the one you’ve experienced these past few weeks, with him just breathing down your neck for some reaction.

Its strangely uplifting, even though you know he’s going to be back in a matter of minutes (or you at least assume that) you’re filled with a breath of fresh air.

But it hits you again of how you can’t escape...

That is until you spot it.

A whiskey glass just around a little distance from you on the center table of the room.

and your limbs tied up burn inside. If you could just move the chair enough to break the glass.

And you did. The ropes cut through your skin slowly and even though you couldn’t look at your wrists, you were pretty sure they’d be a pretty shade of purple and red now.

But you didn’t stop, trying to move the chair, inch by inch.

Your freedom was just a push away.

And as you mustered all the strength in you and pushed the table enough to bang it whole down, a large clinking noise shook the whole house.

Of both the table and the glass.

For a moment, you sat frozen, heart pounding with fear, even though you believed he was gone, it was hard to believe it.

But since no one barged into the room with a maniacal smile on their face which reflected of how glad they were that you messed up, you continued your process.

The next step was to spot the suitable size of the shards, to help you cut the rope.

And you brace yourself for impact as you divert all the pressure of your body downwards, making the chair fall behind and the blood rush to your face.

And your hands cut through the shards, and you find that it won’t be easy getting the one you wanted so you settle for something that fits in your wrist and is similar enough.

There are small bruises on your palm that you know will pain the next time you wash your hands but you’d take a thousand bruises for your freedom. Anything, actually.

And thus begins the process of you trying to tear apart the tight rope. Fear kept a hand on you, and you were startled by every small noise because you knew what would happen if he found you like this. Disobeying his first, foremost and main rule.

And you’d actually prefer death over it, but trying not to think of getting caught, you try your best to cut off the ropes without slashing yourself.

And you can feel your wrists being a little free slowly and painstakingly and with another rub of the glass against the rope, you’re free.

You’re free.

It settles like some powder in water, slowly but surely.

And you get up from the chair, but as soon as you do, you hear the voice of the lock.

The car, locking.

No, no, this can’t happen. You’re so close to actually escaping!

To being free, to make choices of your own, to see your family.

And you decide in the moment that you’ll fight him. You can’t back down from this.

So you take the rope from the familiar drawer you’d seen agust getting it from, and hide.

Fear still ensnares you but you try to not pay attention to it.

Its suddenly come to your attention that the house is as still as stone and hence why you can hear agust’s boots against the stairs, fueling your anxiety greatly.

And as he opens the door, a part of you wants to slam him in forehead with something, but unfortunately predicting something like this to happen, agust had eliminated his house of stuff like that. And another part of you wanted to bawl out loud and apologise to him, take the punishment, be like a bird in a golden cage your entire life; you suppressed that part greatly.

He looked around slowly, not spotting you sends him in a frenzy, but he also knows that the house was locked from the outside, so there’s no way you’ve actually escaped.

And his feet thump slowly against the floor, you can almost hear his soles make a squeaking sound and the keys of his car jingle slowly.

You’re hiding behind a sofa, which is at the opposite end of the room from the chair you were tied up on, and knowing agust, he knows this is the only place you could hide in, so you set your face up, bracing yourself to attack.

And you see the white ceiling, LED lights shine from it, dim but illuminating enough.

And then a shadow falls upon you, the grin that you despise with your whole being.

“found you,” he says almost nonchalantly. As if he wasn’t just about to have a breakdown of how almost everyone in his life just leaves.

But you’re fast and you gather all your hate, all your anger for him and land a straight punch on his jaw, breaking his smile.

And you hear a large thud. Similar to the table falling on the floor but less violent.

And you expect him to get back up and this time chain you up or something; but he doesn’t.

You don't even hear him getting up.

So you convince yourself to get up and check.

And he’s put cold on the floor, you take a good look at your fist and to him; to your fist and to him and squeal out loud.

What in the actual heaven-

And you move his body up on the chair, tying him up just like he didto you, your tears blurring your vision, and a grin, just like his, plastered on your face.

After you’ve made sure he’s tied up, you take a last look and run.

Run like you never did in the physical education class, like you never did in that one marathon your friend dragged you to.

-

flashback.

while you were zoned out reminiscing about what your life used to be while being a shell of your former self, agust was....bored.

He was losing his patience. He was nothing if not a sucker for emotions.

Emotions he could play with, reactions he could muster from you.

He loved you and all but everybody needs a kick in life, don’t they?

He kept on thinking, thinking how he could absolutely crush you into pieces and join them himself.

And he found the perfect thing.

He knew you’d try to escape the first chance you got so he set up his toys just in order for him to be ready to play.

And it was a little painful, but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed knowing you could put up such a fight.

-

And alas, even after making sure he was tied up, you forgot the glass pieces right there and agust just blinked awake.

#tw yandere #prism.nw #agust d #agust d x reader #suga #suga x reader #suga x y/n #suga x you #yandere!suga #suga imagine #agust d imagine #yandere!au #yandere!yoongi #yandere!bts #yandere!yoongi x reader #yandere yoongi #yandere bts #yandere kpop #yandere x y/n #yoongi x reader #bts yandere #bts suga #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n

[sonybees]

random harry potter characters headcanons because i am bored

includes: fred, george, harry, ron, hermione, ginny, luna, seamus, dean, neville, padma, parvati, cedric, angelina, alicia, katie, cho, draco, adrian, blaise, and pansy.

warnings: slight modern!au, swearing, food mention

these are all headcanons i made on the spot so i’m sorry if they suck. i’m just really bored. it is also all over the place. a lot of these are collabs between some characters. i hope you enjoy though!

(by the way, the little dashes are just dividers)

rest under the cut!

fred would dance around his room at 3 am to literally any song.

jazz, classical, rock, metal, pop he does not give a fuck.

he woke up george once by jumping on his bed and playing all star on his electric guitar.

probably a song writer

uses “life is short” as an excuse to act on his bad decisions

dancing in the rain is one of his favorite things to do

sleeps at 3 am or pm, you decide.

hopeless romantic

good old fashioned lover boy by queen is his song

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

-

george loves birds and bugs. completely unrelated to the last one but it’s true.

saw an injured bird outside his room when he was 5.

he cried and immediately took it in.

also cries when someone kills a bug.

thinks the bug’s family would be angry and disappointed in him.

enjoys painting random objects in his room

loves being called pet names

something like dear, honey, or hubby would make his heart burst

loves using them for his significant other as well

hopeless romantic part 2

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

-

harry is a night owl and he likes reading comic books.

he likes listening to rock music. i said what i said.

prefers being alone

likes quiet places and probably has a hideout

usually doesn’t understand poetry until he reads it like 20 times

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

-

ron adores ducks.

tears up when he sees them and always used to beg molly to keep them.

still tears up to this day.

not a big fan of seagulls though

he’s scared of them

but eagles are cool

likes country and rock music

also takes an interest in photography

the breakfast club is his favorite movie

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

-

hermione loves listening to taylor swift.

reads to her songs always.

ravenclaws save her a special seat in their common room because a lot of them grew quite fond of her

a taste tester for hufflepuffs who go to katie’s lessons you’ll understand this later

she actually enjoys dressing up as well even if there wasn’t an event

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

-

ginny accompanies dean while he draws.

she just likes looking at other people do what they love so it’s not only dean.

she sometimes zones out looking at hermione read a book, always taking note of the facial expressions and guessing what she just read,

catching harry push his glasses up or cleaning them,

also is with luna every time she paints.

luna has a few artworks with ginny as her muse.

gin likes the simple things in life.

loves board games

sometimes a little too competitive

struts down the hallways with her significant other

she’d never admit it but she loves 10 things i hate about you

has a soft spot for slytherins

-

luna almost always goes with neville to the gardens.

she helps him with whatever he needs and sometimes draws a few stuff.

she’s a photographer too so she loves waking up early in the morning and taking photos.

amazing at braiding hair

and making flower crowns

likes reading royal fantasy books

watches 10 things i hate about you with ginny

has a soft spot for slytherins

-

seamus also hangs out with luna sometimes,

talking to each other about whatever.

he thinks she’s interesting and would make great conversations.

she does.

he also took some painting lessons from her

meditates

loves pumpkin juice

likes the movie my girl

has cried more than he will ever admit

has a soft spot for slytherins

-

dean has a wall in the boys dorm room where he puts up all his drawings.

the guys love it and always just stares at all of them in awe.

they’re all so amazing

is usually the first to notice when someone is sick

takes care of them immediately

loves sweaters

knows how to speak in latin

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

-

neville goes to hagrid way more often than anyone thought.

he learned how to take care of the creatures, make some awesome tea,

he also sometimes helps hagrid clean his own house.

helps others in herbology

likes green tea

loves overalls

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

-

padma holds a record of the fastest writer at hogwarts

yeah, she’s amazing at it

ended up publishing her own fantasy book starting at hogwarts

sold out faster than expected

she is also a singer

amazing singer

movie marathons are her thing

prefers crime shows/movies

soft spot for gryffindors

-

parvati is very very very protective over her sister

does archery and is amazing at it

a very chill person until you mess with her loved ones

loves sixteen candles

adores puppies

watches big bang theory

soft spot for slytherins

-

cedric plays the piano.

the ravenclaw common room is where the only piano is at hogwarts so he goes there quite often.

everyone loves hearing him play.

other students gather around with their instruments and sing along as well.

wears glasses for reading

netflix type of guy

probably a theatre kid

has a soft spot for gryffindors

-

angelina also took piano lessons from cedric.

she just asked him one day where he learned it and he said his father taught him and he could tell that she wanted to learn.

so, he offered to teach her.

she was a natural at it and the lessons are always fun, even for the ravenclaws

angelina is also a tutor at hogwarts.

it all started with george and fred and she realized that she actually quite enjoyed it.

all her students love her

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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alicia is always the group leader in every group work she’s ever done.

she’s also usually the main organizer for any event at hogwarts.

she’s usually there with the help of angelina and katie.

they all work very well together

has a soft spot for slytherins

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katie has a passion for cooking.

she’s friends with a lot of hufflepuffs and she meets a lot of them by the kitchens.

in there, they watch her cook amazing dishes and baked goods.

she was able to teach a few others how to as well.

the house elves love her.

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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cho has an interest in fashion designing.

mcgonagall found her making a dress once in an empty hallway with some cool music playing.

minnie was amazed.

she was also able to start a fashion club at hogwarts.

luna, katie, dean and a few other were apart of this club as well.

likes pudding as much as luna does

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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draco plays the violin.

pretty unexpected to his friends because he never really told anyone til goyle walked in on him playing in his dorm room.

he is actually very good at it.

combs his hair too often

the type to take too long at the water fountain

finishes his water bottle after like less than two hours of getting it

acts ‘ominous’ to the point where it’s funny

soft spot? for ravenclaws

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adrian teaches young students how to play quidditch

his favorite color’s green for nature

actually loves reading and writing poetry

“most respectful”

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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blaise seems very intimidating but is actually very sweet

shouts at quidditch games (much to everyones surprise)

loves the rain

likes dark academia movies

it’s basically his whole aesthetic

holds a record for most botts beans that fit in the mouth (without puking)

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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pansy has a whole drawer of jewelry as she should honestly

actually soft for cats but it’s not like she’ll ever tell anyone

loves playing with other’s hair

massages her friend’s backs

they do the same for her

a goddess at card games

is actually a gymnast

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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bonuses: george and fred’s favorite movie to watch together is bill and ted’s excellent adventure

all the gryffindors have a movie night at least once a week and others from different houses join along as well

hermione, ginny, luna, parvati, padma, angelina, alicia, katie, and cho have girl nights

the same with the guys though it was quite awkward at first due to draco being there but they eventually warmed up to each other (after like 4 months)

no one really knows how draco and the slytherins even got there but yk

they never tell anyone that they’re comfortable with each other now though

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i said screw it so here it is

howdy howdy, this is the anon with the 20’s lingo sheet. i don’t have a tumblr (though i wish i do tbh) and realized that i don’t know how to work shit on tumblr, so i’m just sending in the sheet through a text post. i am highly aware of the amount of power i’m bestowing upon you and honestly couldn’t give a damn

A

ab-so-lute-ly: affirmative all wet: incorrect And how!: I strongly agree! ankle: to walk, i.e.. “Let’s ankle!” apple sauce: flattery, nonsense, i.e.. “Aw, applesauce!” Attaboy!: well done!; also, Attagirl!

B

baby: sweetheart. Also denotes something of high value or respect. baby grand: heavily built man baby vamp: an attractive or popular female, student. balled up: confused, messed up. baloney: Nonsense! Bank’s closed.: no kissing or making out ie. “Sorry, mac, bank’s closed.” bearcat: a hot-blooded or fiery girl beat it: scram, get lost. beat one’s gums: idle chatter bee’s knee’s: terrific; a fad expression. Dozens of “animal anatomy” variations existed: elephant’s eyebrows, gnat’s whistle, eel’s hips, etc. beef: a complaint or to complain. beeswax: business, i.e. “None of your beeswax.” Student. bell bottom: a sailor bent: drunk berries: (1) perfect (2) money big cheese: important person big six: a strong man; from auto advertising, for the new and powerful six cylinder engines. bimbo: a tough guy bird: general term for a man or woman, sometimes meaning “odd,” i.e. “What a funny old bird.” blotto (1930 at the latest): drunk, especially to an extreme bootleg: illeagal liquor breezer (1925): a convertable car bug-eyed Betty (1927): an unattractive girl, student. bull: (1) a policeman or law-enforcement official, including FBI. (2) nonesense (3) to chat idly, to exaggerate bump off: to kill bum’s rush, the: ejection by force from an establishment bunny (1925): a term of endearment applied to the lost, confused, etc. Often coupled with “poor little.” bus: any old or worn out car.

C

cake-eater: a lady’s man caper: a criminal act or robbery. cat’s meow: great, also “cat’s pajamas” and “cat’s whiskers” cash: a kiss Cash or check?: Do we kiss now or later? cast a kitten: to have a fit. Used in both humorous and serious situations. i.e. “Stop tickling me or I’ll cast a kitten!” Also, “have kittens.” cheaters: eye glasses check: Kiss me later. chewing gum: double-speak, or ambiguous talk. choice bit of calico: attractive female, student. chopper: a Thompson Sub-Machine Gun, due to the damage its heavy .45 caliber rounds did to the human body.  chunk of lead: an unnattractive female, student. clam: a dollar coffin varnish: bootleg liquor, often poisonous. copacetic: excellent crasher: a person who attends a party uninvited crush: infatuation cuddler: one who likes to make out

D

daddy: a young woman’s boyfriend or lover, especially if he’s rich. daddy-o: a term of address dame: a female. Did not gain widespread use until the 1930’s. dapper: a Flapper’s dad darb: a great person or thing. “That movie was darb.” dead soldier: an empty beer bottle. deb: a debutant. dewdropper: a young man who sleeps all day and doesn’t have a job. dogs: feet doll: an attractive woman. dolled up: dressed up don’t know from nothing: doesn’t have any information don’t take any wooden nickels: don’t do anything stupid. doublecross: to cheat, stab in the back. dough: money drugstore cowboy: A well-dressed man who loiters in public areas trying to pick up women. dry up: shut up, get lost ducky: very good dumb Dora: an absolute idiot, a dumbbell, especially a woman; flapper.

E

earful: enough egg: a person who lives the big life

F

face stretcher: an old woman trying to look young fella: fellow. As common in its day as “man,” “dude,” or “guy” is today. “That John sure is a swell fella.” fire extinguisher: a chaperone fish: (1) a college freshman (2) a first timer in prison flat tire: a bore flivver: a Model T; after 1928, also could mean any broken down car. floorflusher: an insatiable dancer flour lover: a girl with too much face powder fly boy: a glamorous term for an aviator For crying out loud!: same usage as today four-flusher: a person who feigns wealth while mooching off others.

G

gams (1930): legs gatecrasher: see “crasher” get-up (1930): an outfit. get a wiggle on: get a move on, get going get in a lather: get worked up, angry giggle water: booze gimp: cripple; one who walks with a limp.  Gangster Dion O’Bannion was called Gimpy due to his noticeable limp. gin mill: a seller of hard liquor; a cheap speakeasy glad rags: “going out on the town” clothes go chase yourself: get lost, scram. gold-digger (1925): a woman who pursues men for their money. goods, the: (1) the right material, or a person who has it (2) the facts, the truth, i.e. “Make sure the cops don’t get the goods on you.” goof: (1) a stupid or bumbling person, (2) a boyfriend, flapper. goofy: in love grummy: depressed grungy: envious

H

handcuff: engagement ring hard-boiled: tough, as in, a tough guy, ie: “he sure is hard-boiled!” hayburner: (1) a gas guzzling car (2) a horse one loses money on heavy sugar (1929): a lot of money heebie-jeebies (1926): “the shakes,” named after a hit song. heeler: a poor dancer high hat: a snob. hip to the jive: cool, trendy hit on all sixes: to perform 100 per cent; as “hitting on all six cylinders”; perhaps a more common variation in these days of four cylinder engines was “hit on all fours”.  See “big six”. hood (late 20s): hoodlum hooey:  nonsense. Very popular from 1925 to 1930, used somewhat thereafter. hop: a teen party or dance Hot dawg!: Great!; also: “Hot socks!"  Rarely spelled as shown outside of flapper circles until popularized by 1940s comic strips. hot sketch: a card or cut-up

I

"I have to go see a man about a dog.”: “I’ve got to leave now,” often meaning to go buy whiskey. icy mitt: rejection insured: engaged iron (1925): a motorcycle, among motorcycle enthusiasts iron one’s shoelaces: to go to the restroom ish kabibble (1925): a retort meaning “I should care."  Was the name of a musician in the Kay Kayser Orchestra of the 1930s.

J

jack: money Jake: great, ie. "Everything’s Jake.” Jalopy: a dumpy old car Jane: any female java: coffee jeepers creepers: a term of exclamation jitney: a car employed as a private bus. Fare was usually five-cents; also called a “nickel.” joe: coffee Joe Brooks: a perfectly dressed person; student. john: a toilet joint: establishment juice joint: a speakeasy

K

kale: money keen: appealing killjoy: a solemn person knock up: to make pregnant know one’s onions: to know one’s business or what one is talking about

L

lay off: cut the crap left holding the bag: (1) to be cheated out of one’s fair share (2) to be blamed for something let George do it: a work evading phrase level with me: be honest limey: a British soldier or citizen, from World War I line: a false story, as in “to feed one a line.” live wire: a lively person lollapalooza (1930): a humdinger lollygagger: (1) a young man who enjoys making out (2) an idle person

M

manacle: wedding ring mazuma: money milquetoast (1924): a very timid person; from the comic book character Casper mind your potatoes: mind your own business. mooch: to leave moonshine: homemade whiskey mop: a handkerchief munitions: face powder

N

neck: to kiss passionately necker: a girl who wraps her arms around her boyfriend’s neck. nifty: great, excellent noodle juice: tea Not so good!: I personally disapprove. “Now you’re on the trolley!”: Now you’ve got it, now you’re right.

O

off one’s nuts: crazy Oh yeah!: I doubt it! old boy: a male term of address, used in conversation with other males. Denoted acceptance in a social environment.  Also “old man” “old fruit.” “How’s everything old boy?” Oliver Twist: a skilled dancer on a toot: a drinking binge on the lam: fleeing from police on the level: legitimate, honest on the up and up: on the level orchid: an expensive item ossified: drunk owl: a person who’s out late

P

palooka: (1) a below-average or average boxer (2) a social outsider, from the comic strip character Joe Palooka, who came from humble ethnic roots panic: to produce a big reaction from one’s audience percolate: (1) to boil over (2) As of 1925, to run smoothly; “perk” pet: necking, only more; making out petting pantry: movie theater piffle: baloney piker: (1) a cheapskate (2) a coward pill: (1) a teacher (2) an unlikable person pinch: to arrest. Pinched: to be arrested. pinko: liberal pipe down: stop talking prom-trotter: a student who attends all school social functions pos-i-lute-ly: affirmative, also “pos-i-tive-ly” punch the bag: small talk putting on the ritz: after the Ritz Hotel in Paris (and its namesake Caesar Ritz); doing something in high style. Also “ritzy.”

Q

R

rag-a-muffin: a dirty or disheveled individual rain pitchforks: a downpour razz: to make fun of Real McCoy: a genuine item regular: normal, typical, average; “Regular fella.” Reuben: an unsophisticated country bumpkin. Also “rube” Rhatz!: How disappointing! rub: a student dance party rubes: money or dollars rummy: a drunken bum

S

sap: a fool, an idiot. Very common term in the 20s. says you: a reaction of disbelief scratch: money screaming meemies: the shakes screw: get lost, get out, etc. Occasionally, in pre 1930 talkies (such as The Broadway Melody) screw is used to tell a character to leave. One film features the line “Go on, go on – screw!"  screwy: crazy; "You’re screwy!” sheba: one’s girlfriend sheik: one’s boyfriend simolean: a dollar sinker: a doughnut sitting pretty: in a prime position skirt: an attractive female smarty: a cute flapper smudger: a close dancer sockdollager: an action having a great impact so’s your old man: a reply of irritation speakeasy: a bar selling illeagal liquor spill: to talk spoon: to neck, or at least talk of love static: (1) empty talk (2) conflicting opinion stilts: legs struggle: modern dance stuck on: in love, student. sugar daddy: older boyfriend who showers girlfriend with gifts swanky: (1) good (2) elegant swell: (1) good (2) a high class person

T

take someone for a ride: to take someone to a deserted location and murder them. tasty: appealing teenager: not a common term until 1930; before then, the term was “young adults.” tell it to Sweeney: tell it to someone who’ll believe it. tight: attractive Tin Pan Alley: the music industry in New York, located between 48th and 52nd Streets tomato: a “ripe” female torpedo: a hired thug or hitman

U

unreal: special upchuck: to vomit upstage: snobby

V

vamp: (1) a seducer of men, an aggressive flirt (2) to seduce voot: money

W

water-proof: a face that doesn’t require make-up wet blanket: see Killjoy wife: dorm roomate, student. What’s eating you?: What’s wrong? whoopee: wild fun Woof! Woof!: ridicule

X

Y

You slay me!: That’s funny!

Z

zozzled: drunk

  have fun.

#it's the 20s slang list #thanks dude #submission

[yandere-mha-blog]

Chapter 3: Getting interesting

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You sat alone at your desk that day, looking over at Fumiko who saw you looking knowing that you knew that she was looking at you, and quickly turned her head, she must have felt ashamed about how everything was handled. You were paying attention like usual when you overheard some girls talking.

“So did you hear that Akio got put in the hospital by the nighthawk.” one said

“Really, you would think the heroes would have caught him by now.” the other one said, you had to hold your tongue saying how Akio was actually a bastard and had it coming that night, still then people would talk about you and your involvement and right now you had to finish school, four years of this wasn't about to be flushed down the drain because you were interested in this so-called villain, still it brought up a lot of questions now, how many of these attacks were actually prompted, what other tricks was he able to pull off.

You left your last class around 9 at night, night classes always sucked but what else could you do as you kept walking down the pavement only to see something bright red catch your eye. You stopped to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you as you saw the red feather laying on the ground the other way, was this another “gift” of his?

Curiosity may have killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back, so you went over to the feather and it moved down the street, was he playing with you, it was either follow the feather or go home and do more boring work. So you followed the feather to satisfy your curiosity as you went down the street. What exactly was he doing as the feather stopped outside a public park? It was empty or so you thought as you picked up the feather and walked in.

“I believe you dropped this,” you said looking up in a tree to see him with his foot dangling down

“Oh is that where I left it, you are doing me a big favor by bringing it here,” he said as the feather flew out of your hand and attached back to his wings

“I know you can control them, so what is this about?” you asked

“What about it, I am just chilling in a tree.” he said, “you are the one who followed my feather-like a baby duck following its mother.” “I am not a baby duck.” you said “Why do you keep leaving them for me to find?”

“Because...we are both birds,” he said

“You have to be kidding me, I'm not a bird,” you said

“Sure you are, you got them sharp talons, you can do some serious damage to someone if you wanted, is that why you want to become a doctor.”

“Excuse me, how do you know that?” you said

“I can also hear through my feathers you know.” he said “And see, like how a dolphin has echolocation.” “More like a platypus and it's bill,” you said

“Hahah true, true.” he said “When you sliced open my feather oh so rudely the other day, I was also able to see all your textbooks.” He said stretching his wings out “is why you want to become a doctor, because it's the only way you can cut people open without being labeled violent.”

“...” you were silent as one of his bigger feathers nudge your face

“You can tell me.” he said “I am not one to judge here, you know.”

“Why are you so interested in that?” you asked

“Tell you what, you tell me the truth and ill tell you something interesting about my glorious self,” he said

“Okay fine, you got me okay, I don't know what it is but as a child I would find dead animals and just want to use my talons to study them more, I was curious about it,” you said

“Well birds gotta fly, you gotta do that.” Hawks said, “So did your parents find out.”

“They did, they sent me to therapy and I suppressed it, till well I was doing dissection in class and well old habits die hard I guess,” you said

“You are telling me.” Hawks said, patting your head with one of his wings “So then what happened?” “I got sent to the school therapist, again, and she told me my curiosity was good but wasn't being used the right way and that there are other ways to learn about stuff and maybe biology was my passion, but using a scalpel can only go so far.”

“I get that like I can fly a plane, but it isn't anything like using my wings.” Hawks said, “Now my turn, hm let's see what can I tell you.”

“Why are you a villain?” you asked

“I don't like people telling me what to do, I like to do what I want on my terms.” He said, “I can't exactly do that if someone has their hands on my wings.”

“So you don't see yourself as a villain?” you asked

“Not really, the Hero public safety commission has been trying to get their hands on me since I was a child, maybe that's why I;m able to be better than most trained heroes.”

“Really now,” you said, so that's why they were so adamant about catching him.

“Haha, they won't ever catch me.” Hawks said “Anyway, I think you need to stop suppressing your quirk. When I saw you use your quirk on that guy who attacked you, you got scared after using your quirk on him.”

“I was mostly angry at him, why did you go after him?” you asked

“It's what I do, I see someone hurting someone else. I don't care if they are a hero, villain, or civilian.” “Well right now you are the only one who is on my side,” you said kicking the ground

“Funny, I feel the same way about you.” He said with a smile, you laughed a bit

“YOu aren't anything like I expected.” you said “I read so many news stories about how you were some evil killer villain, yet here you are having a full conversation with a civilian.”

“Hahah it's kinda funny when you think about it, you get bored easily huh?”

“I do and I hate it.” you said swinging your arms out “I mean each day something over and over again, learning stuff I already know just so I can satisfy my quirk.”

“Well if you got talons use them, you don't see me not using my wings.” he laughed with you “Still you should enjoy your boredom when you can.” “Haha I’ll try, thanks hawks I feel better,” you said

“I feel better too, when you are running from the law you don't have time to sit back and talk much, most people run away screaming.” “Hmm wonder where they would get that idea from,” you said

“Haha yeah wonder where.” Hawks said before his laughter died down. “Still it's getting late. You should head back to your dorm and enjoy a nice cup of tea.”

“I will, thanks for talking to me, you think we will talk again?” you asked

“Maybe if our paths cross again,” he said standing up in the tree

“What does that mean?” you asked, he just tilted his head before smiling, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone only with a gust of wind left in your face.

Maybe it was the fact you were smiling all day the next day that Fumiko was getting worried about you since at lunch she walked over

“Hey…(name) can we talk?” she asked

“Sure,” you said

“Well, Akio is getting out of the hospital and I would like if we can all talk this out,” she said

“Fine, I'll 'talk 'to him,” you said, wanting to see his face and maybe giving him a couple of good slaps.

“Great, I'm glad we can all sweep this under the rug,” she said, no you were not going to sweep this under the rug, what delusional world was she living in.

Still, you went with her to the hospital to see this man again, you and her went into his hospital room and he was slashed up, good you thought.

“Hey Akio how are you feeling?” she asked

“I'm doing good, thanks,” he said

“That's too bad,” you said crossing your arms

“(name) Akio is recovering can’t you try to forgive him?” she asked

“Forgive him, after what he tried to pull,” you said

“Hey, I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing.” he said.'' Besides, didn't pay the price, I almost died.” you rolled your eyes

“Oh please if the Nighthawk wanted you dead you would be dead.” you said “I let me tell you i will never forgive you, oh you were drunk, you seem sober enough to try to get me home, to walk out of the bar without stumbling, the only reason I'm not taking this to the police is that I know shit bags like you get off with this every time.”

“Hey I was just trying to be nice!” he said, ” Hey Fumiko I thought you said you were here to smooth things over.”

“That's what I thought.” Fumiko said “Hasn't he suffered enough?

“No,” you said, “and if I see you come near me on campus again, you will wish the NIghthawk killed you.”

“(NAME)!” she yelled at you grabbing your arm, you brushed her off

“You are just as bad as he is,” you said and stomped out you got your message across by slamming the door.

You had better things to do anyways like reviewing your notes, you were getting bored again as you tapped your pencil on your desk.

Hawks on the other hand had just got done stopping a purse snatcher, where were the heroes anyway he thought that there should be more around this time as he reattached one of his bigger Primarie feathers, his work still wasn’t done for the night crime never slept there was always something going on somewhere. But he was getting hungry so he might as well grab something to eat as he landed in an alleyway and hid his wings and put his jacket over and walked into a convenient store to grab a bite.

“Is that all?” he asked

“Yup.” Hawks said

“Okay your total is 580 yen,” he said, hawks took out his coin pouch and paid the man, before leaving, convenience store food was easy to get and rather cheap but he was worried he was gonna gain a gut at this point, with his wings he wouldn't have anything hindering his flight ability, he wondered how miss talons were doing right now, maybe he would stop by for a visit.

You were about to pass out at your desk when you heard a tapping at your window, you looked over and saw Hawks hanging upside down tapping at your window. You walked over and opened the door.

“Oh so our paths do meet again it seems,” you said

“You know it chickadee,” he said. “Man convenience store food is good and all but it's so greasy.”

“How do you pay for that?” you asked

“I take money off the people I beat up.” Hawks said, “You look like you are in a bad mood?”

“I am,” you said

“What's got you under the weather?”Hawks asked

“Akio is getting out of the hospital and everyone is telling me to forgive him when I'm not.” You said

“Ahh well if it makes you feel better, I stole his wallet the other day.” Hawks said, you rolled your eyes

“I wish that made me feel better, I don't know why everyone is thinking I'm in the wrong here,” you said

“People are complicated, they don't like to believe someone they know is capable of doing dirty things.” Hawks said rubbing his chin “You can either let other people get you down when you are in the right, or you can know you are right and say screw em.”

“I say they screwed them.” you said “It feels nice to have someone on my side for once, this school sucks.”

“Why don't you leave, do something worth your time?” Hawks asked

“I...can’t,” you said

“OH, I see.” Hawks said, narrowing his eyes and flipping back up on the pole to his feet, “And here I thought you were different.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you said getting a little upset with him

“Nothing, nothing, I just thought you were a woman who did stuff worth her time is all, it's sad to see you wasting your potential here.” Hawks said

“I'm not wasting-” you want to say but a large gust of wind hit your face again and you sighed, before slamming the window shut in anger, anger that you felt like he was right.

#yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo #yandere takami #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere

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Kissed by a Wolf - Chapter 5

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In this chapter, the reader is comforted by Valka as they wait for Eivor to return from her raid.

Content Warning for mention of injury, death and food 

Inspo picture by @/jaxfew on twitter

Another Love

After Eivor had left you stayed in bed for a while, listening to Birna’s tiny snores and thinking through the events of last night over and over again. Had you got it all wrong? Had Eivor never been interested in you at all? Impossible- the things she had said, those looks and the secret touches had all been so clear.

You kept seeing Randvi’s face, ecstatic and triumphant - the moment she had opened her eyes and looked at you felt like a dagger to your heart every time it replayed in your head. Randvi was Sigurd’s wife, what the hell was she doing? How long had this been going on? Valka’s words echoed through your head.

There was once love between them. Whether it still lives on, I cannot tell.

Apparently, it did. Randvi had challenged you to a race you had never agreed to enter and she had won. She had known Eivor for such a long time, they had been through so much together and she knew exactly how to get Eivor in the right moment. You thought back to them yesterday, laughing and sticking their heads together, Eivor blackout drunk and Randvi not taking her eyes and hands off her target. Had Eivor done this willingly? Would she have done it if she had been sober? Would she have initiated anything with Randvi?

You doubted it, but that didn’t change anything. How could you sleep next to Eivor, listen to her beautifully rough voice calling you little bird, and be at her side at all times for the days to come? You should have never given in that easily. Eivor had taken advantage of you, lulling you with sweet words and a warm bed until you gave her all the information she wanted, and then she had dropped you. The thought suddenly made you angry.

Sitting up in bed, you looked around the hut, searching for something to either take your mind off things or to help you let out your anger. You walked around hectically, rummaging through Eivor’s things and finally opening the wooden trunk with her most valuable belongings. There were a few weapons, jewelry, a pair of good shoes, and some beautiful crystals and minerals. And a stack of letters.

You knew this was wrong, but you couldn’t stop yourself from taking out the small bundle. There were several letters and notes bound with a red string, and one just lying on top of the others. It was signed by Eivor while the others seemed to be from Randvi. Had Eivor been meaning to give this one to Randvi?

Quickly flipping through Randvi’s letters, you avoided reading them thoroughly. Skimming over them hurt enough already. They really had been in love. It had been deep, real passion. Sigurd seemed to pay no attention to Randvi anymore, leaving her feeling alone and unhappy. Eivor had changed that. The newer letters at the top however had a different tone. Randvi was questioning Eivor’s behavior and asking why she had turned so distant and reserved. You could tell Randvi was hurting terribly and your heart cramped up. What a terrible misfortune, all of this. Eivor, the breaker of hearts.

Randvi’s last letter was nothing but desperate pleading - for Eivor to return to her, to speak to her, to love her just once more. You put the bundle back into the trunk, then you sat back down on the bed to read Eivor’s letter. She must have written it after Randvi had knocked on the door and found you alone in Eivor’s hut.

Randvi.

This has to stop. You are only hurting both of us. I cannot betray Sigurd any longer, I have told you this countless times. The love I felt for you was real, but now all I see in you is the person that was once my closest friend, my most trusted companion. I would like for you to be those things again. I miss you terribly and I need you by my side, but not in that way.

I am infinitely sorry for hurting you like this. I should have stepped away after the first kiss, but I was selfish and weak. Now I see clearly. We were foolish to think this could work, we both sought comfort and affection because no one else gave it to us, and I will be forever grateful for the moments I spent in your arms, but this cannot go on any longer.

Please leave Y/N out of this. She has done you no wrong and I feel in my heart that she will be of great importance to the future of this clan, your clan. We need to look to the future. What happened between us is in the past and it will stay there.

Eivor

You hardly noticed the letter slipping from your fingers and sailing to the floor. The chaos inside you had not dwindled. What did all this mean? You could not wrap your mind around the events of last night. Eivor had ended it with Randvi and she had written this letter to make it clear that she meant it. But she had not given it to Randvi. Yet?

Shivering from the cold morning air, you got up and got dressed, started a fire and let Birna out, putting everything back in its place so Eivor would not suspect anything when she came back. You waited for the cat to return while you made a brew with the last of the herbs Valka had given you. The swelling around your eye had gone back considerably and your cheek was now turning green and yellow. The constant pain had faded to a sensitivity to quick movements of your head and contact with the area.

A knock on the door brought back unpleasant memories and you were scared to find out who was visiting, but you forced yourself to yell “It’s open!” Randvi knew Eivor was gone, so at least the situation from two days ago would not repeat itself.

It was Valka who entered the room, a serene Birna in her arms.

“Good morning, Y/N. I saw light and thought I’d bring this little princess back inside. I know how much she hates the snow,” she said, gently putting down the cat on the balled up blankets at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, I see you are taking care of yourself! How is the eye? May I?” She stepped closer.

“Good morning, Valka,” you replied. “Of course.” You sat down on the edge of the bed and the healer leaned over you, lightly running her fingers over your skin and closing her eyes, concentrating on the healing bruise under her fingertips. She mumbled something you couldn’t make out, then she opened her eyes and smiled at you.

“Wonderful. You’re healing perfectly. But you will have a scar from the cut.”

“No matter. It will make me look like a warrior,” you joked and got up to pour your brew into a mug. Your heart still felt like a cold, hard pebble and your stomach was so upset you did not know if you could keep the tea down. Of course, Valka noticed right away and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, what is on your mind?”

You both knew that she knew who you were thinking about. You sat down again and you pulled your knees up to your chest.

“Eivor… I saw her last night.” A hint of realization was in Valka’s eyes, but she did not interrupt you. You took a deep breath. “With Randvi.”

The tears came as soon as you spoke the last word and you let your head fall forward, trying to hide your face. The little braid Eivor had woven into your hair last night still held it out of your eyes. With shaky fingers, you started loosening the tie and frantically opening the braid, ripping at your hair as hot tears ran down your cheeks.

Valka gently took the braid out of your hands and loosened it with skilled fingers, then she brushed the strand of wavy hair behind your ear and raised your head with a finger under your chin. Her expression was understanding and compassionate. You remembered her love for the married woman. She knew the pain in your heart all too well.

“Come with me,” she said, standing up and taking your hand. You quickly slipped on your shoes and followed her outside after placing a goodbye kiss on Birna’s soft forehead. The two of you fought your way through the snow up to Valka’s cottage and were welcomed by a crackling fireplace and the wonderful smell of all her dried flowers and herbs. The black-haired woman sat down on the floor in front of a small round table and motioned for you to sit on the opposite side.

She grabbed a leather pouch from a basket behind her and emptied its contents on the wooden tabletop. It was a collection of vertebrae, their origin you did not dare ask. Mixed among them were human teeth. Valka lit a few ground-up leaves in a stone bowl and as the smoke spread its aroma through the room, she finally focused on you.

“Tell me, little bird, what do you desire to know of the future? Speak freely and I shall ask the Gods for an answer.”

Her use of Eivor’s nickname for you sent shivers down your spine and you suddenly knew that this was it, your one chance to find out the truth. But how should you phrase the questions running through your mind? How could you possibly express what was going on inside of you?

“I seek to know… my future in this world. Is it in this clan? Will it be at Eivor’s side? Where do I belong?”

Valka nodded, then she took the bones and teeth in her hands and formed a hollow, whispering through her thumbs and holding her hands over the bowl with the burning incense.

“Close your eyes and repeat those questions in silence,” she said. You did so, breathing in the unfamiliar, but soothing vapor and focusing on your future and Eivor’s role in it. You heard the bones rattle in Valka’s hands, then she threw them on the table. You kept your eyes closed.

Valka was humming softly, taking her time reading the story told before her. Then she spoke with a quiet yet hauntingly powerful voice, filling the room, your head, and your heart with her words.

“You will see more of this world and you will travel far in this life. Your place is not here, nor is it fixed to anywhere in this world.

Instead, your path is interwoven with that of a drengr, strong and hot-hearted. Your relationship will have to overcome grief and pain, it will be attacked and doubted by the world around you. But should you leave their side, there will be disaster and death for the drengr. If you succeed together, you too shall become a warrior and songs will be written about both of you.

You must choose between the paths laid out for you, and you must fight for your choice, or you will perish in an attempt to escape your fate.”

Valka took your hands and you opened your eyes. Her gaze was full of wonder and empathy.

“The Gods have not granted you a simple life. You will face pain and hardships, but there is potential for you to make your life fulfilling and glorious. I promise you, I will be at your service for the years to come and I will stand by your side.”

She lowered her head and pressed her forehead strange to receive this admiration and devotion from the woman who knew so much more than you and whom you owed your life to. Following an impulse, you crawled around the table and hugged Valka tightly. She held you close and you inhaled her wonderful, warm scent. She was the only person you were absolutely sure you could trust here.

After you had sat in silence for a while, Valka got up and prepared a small meal consisting of bread, goat cheese, dried fruit, and smoked meat. You told her about Eivor’s behavior toward you ever since you had met her and about last night, suddenly not feeling the urge to cry anymore. Even though a part of you was still fighting Valka’s prophecy, the voice of your priest at Williamsburg screaming at you to renounce this blasphemy and pray for forgiveness for partaking in heretic ritual, you felt a finality in her words. She was speaking the truth and there was nothing you could do to change it.

There was a future for you and Eivor, it had been written out long before you had met. You were meant to be together. But you had a choice. You could walk away and spare yourself the pain, the fight and the heartbreak that was predestined for your relationship and already held you in its grip. Leaving Eivor would free you, but it would mean condemning her to misery and failure.

Why was this decision placed in your hands? You did not want to decide over the fate of someone else. Valka explained to you that you did not have to choose now, you had time to figure out what you wanted and to confront Eivor about her relationship with Randvi. She was the first obstacle standing between you, and if there was to be a chance for you, Eivor would have to relieve your relationship of the burden of another love.

The pain you had experienced last night had been worse than anything you had ever felt before. For a moment, you had felt like you were going to die. How could you choose a path that bore the possibility of feeling such anguish and terror again? Was it not better to gather your strength and flee this place, or at least to walk away from Eivor and protect your heart? You did not want to fight Randvi and you did not want to run into anything you might regret years later.

You stayed with Valka until after nightfall, learning about herbs and her ways of healing as well as life in Norway and the Raven clan’s history. Valka promised to take you with her to collect wild plants as soon as spring came and to teach you more, so long as you taught her the stories and songs of your people. She was interested in your myths and legends, in the music played at feasts, weddings, and funerals, and any other customs and rites. You were extremely grateful for having found a friend in the healer and seeress. Her presence made you feel calm and grounded.

Valka was just showing you how to make a brew out of yarrow and valerian root that helped soothe pain during the monthly flow when there was a commotion outside. People were yelling and a horn sounded from a distance. You sprang up in fear - was this an attack?

“It’s alright, Y/N,” Valka said as she stood up and stretched her limbs. “Eivor and her men have returned successfully.”

#eivor x reader #kissed by a wolf #eivor wolfsmal #eivor wolfsmal x reader #lady eivor #lady eivor x reader #ac valhalla #assassins creed valhalla #assassinscreedvalhalla #eivor wolfkissed #eivor fanfiction

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ REVOLTING PEOPLE / 2.03 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

‘that’s not playing. that’s the cruel and unusual punishment of an innocent banjo.’

‘they’re not your friends.’

‘well thank god for that! it halves the pain!’

‘you should be blindfolded and shot, with all due respect.’

‘you’d think there’d be villages to burn, or plunder to plunder.’

‘things are as quiet as a eunuchs codpiece.’

‘i’m thinking of packing up my troubles and going on the road.’

‘in many ways, it’s actually easier to play the banjo with one arm.’

‘you can’t bend iron.’

‘you call that generous? are you insane?’

‘there’s also the matter of pride.’

‘did i feel used? yes. did i hurt myself? yes. could i look at myself in the mirror? no, but then i never could.’

‘you’ll catch your death of exposure.’

‘why don’t you just feel my heart?!’

‘well, give some orders that involve passion every once in a while.’

‘you could be pelted with rocks.’

‘damn it man, have you got no gumption?’

‘what more do you need? a note from your mum? naked lute players?’

‘i can be passionate with the best of them.’

‘i’ll not fall into your trap, no matter how you tempt me.’

‘say it! before we both die of old age!’

‘my hand? all you want is my hand?! what about THESE?! don’t you want THESE, too!’

‘oh, relax. it was just girlish exuberance.’

‘i’m quite supple for a man of my...  avoirdupois.’

‘i couldn’t help but smell the breasts. food! i couldn’t help but smell the food!’

‘it’s my job to measure trees.’

‘imagine what chaos would ensue if someone were to miscalculate the weight of a tree!’

‘i laugh, but there’s really nothing funny about that kind of faux pas.’

‘you’ve abandoned your family.’

‘you mustn’t talk that way.’

‘i went off on a bit of a tangent, there.’

‘what were you planning to do? hibernate in the wood forever?’

‘be honest, who would have missed me?’

‘her face contorts into a mask of pain whenever she sees me.’

‘are you saying i should go home with my tail between my legs?’

‘i’ve bought his silence, albeit at a price i cannot afford.’

‘i’m an idiot, aren’t i?’

‘can’t you see i’m bedridden?’

‘i’ll have to go on one of those special eating regimes. there’s this new one where you can eat as much as you want whenever you want provided you only eat carrots.’

‘i was promised servants!’

‘did you just refer to your son as a creature?’

‘you’ll just have to get out of bed and take some responsibility.’

‘and look how we turned out! a slut, a harden and a nitwit.’

‘i’m the slut.’

‘how old would you guess i am?’

‘alright, no hurry on that. just give it some thought.’

‘you’ve knocked the door down again!’

‘it’s my first book: when cows dry up.’

‘why can’t we learn more about ourselves as human beings by studying the inner workings of our animal friends?’

‘i’m reading every single word! apart from the ones with these funny shapes.’

‘it sounds like the baby’s had an epiphany. a great big one.’

‘don’t throw the baby!’

‘i would have knocked, but there’s no door.’

‘i don’t need to knock, because i live here.’

‘he’s never satisfied with the length of things.’

‘awh, jeez. just when she’s about to tear his head off.’

‘by your furrowed brow and by your face twisted into that vinegary snarl, i take it you’re angry about something.’

‘angry? i’m /frightened/.’

‘and that actually /mattered/ to you?’

‘will you kiss me hello, then?’

‘don’t you understand that my restraint is out of respect for your honour?’

‘where on earth did you hear that?’

‘you’re acting like a child.’

‘anyhow, i’m leaving. i’ve got a very important secret meeting.’

‘where’s your voice coming from?’

‘i’m spying!’

‘why are you dressed as an elk?’

‘i had some spare time, so i figured, ‘hey, i’ll stitch me up an elk suit’. as you do.’

‘you’ve been bored to tears, haven’t you?’

‘i’ve been as bored as the corpse at a funeral.’

‘i’m not prepared to talk to a man dressed as an elk.’

‘i don’t want to hear all your ludicrous insubordinate prattle about wooden mooses and what-have-you. just leave me alone!’

‘ain’t ours to reason why.’

‘i’d never say avast; that’s pirate talk.’

‘do you want to know what i would do in a situation like this?’

‘i’d appear in the dead of night dressed in this elk outfit. i’d do a rude mating dance outside her window, bellowing, guttural noises, and pawing at the turf. then, i’d void myself to mark my territory. then, i’d swing through her window, preferably an open one, on a vine. then i’d blindfold her and shackle her to the bedframe. then i’d pour a warm vanilla sauce over her. then, and only then, i’d turn loose the cats.’

‘when you say cats... do you mean wildcats?’

‘i was just telling you what /i’d/ do in this situation.’

‘you shouldn’t be here. what do you want?’

‘i must be out of my mind.’

‘we take turns wearing the pants.’

‘i know i don’t have the right to just barge into your life.’

‘what an entirely delightful surprise!’

‘aren’t you going to introduce us?’

‘i’m here to see the famous baltimore bird sanctuary and cheese castle.’

‘everybody reminds somebody of someone.’

‘hold your fire! i’m human!’

‘what are we, giving away free puppies?’

‘i’m late for my... thing.’

‘it’s too busy. i’m exhausted.’

‘think she suspected anything?’

‘you should get into espionage.’

‘you think /you/ had a trying day?’

‘my day was no stroll through the woods— oh, wait. that’s exactly what it was.’

‘i saw him bandaging up a bear which didn’t seem particularly sick.’

‘how many rich bear doctors do you know?’

‘please. don’t tread on my dreams.’

‘is it my turn again?’

‘i don’t want to keep you awake with my restless thrashing.’

‘i wouldn’t mind a little thrashing.’

‘why not remove it from your pocket and let me see it?’

‘are we talking about the same thing?’

#KIND / IN CHARACTER. #KIND / SENTENCE. #revolting people #sentence meme #sentence starters #BASED ON / AUDIO.

[my-ships-will-never-be-sank]

Run

so my writing block broke and i’m back with some Jehanparnasse angst. enjoy.

Montparnasse ran.

His stomach had been in knots all day as he had fed Marinette and tried to find someway to occupy his thoughts. He made some shady deals and leafed through the pages of poetry that littered his apartment. He watered the flowers and opened the windows.

Then he hadn’t been able to stop himself. He was wandering the street when he had stumbled across where their barricade sat. He had stood there like an idiot, watching armed guards talking and complaining and polishing their weapons; until he couldn’t control himself and he scaled the closest building and jumped from roof to roof avoiding patrols. Looking down on the idiots below him. He had trouble believing for a group of intelligent men, they were all so stupid.

All of them, holed up in their stupid barricade, playing soldiers. He had creeped along the side of the roof, avoiding missing tiles before shimmering down the wall of the Musain. The air was alight with passion and the students- because that’s what they were, all of them - students playing soldiers, fighting a battle that was doomed to fail. - were talking and laughing and drinking. He had scanned the groups desperately looking for him. He had to convince Jehan to return with him he had to-

A flash of red hair and he spun.

Not Jehan.

“Well our little poet was right. You are just like a cat. None of our lookouts even saw you approach.” He stuck out his hand, “Feuilly”

Montparnasse ignored the outstretched hand. “Where are they? I need to talk to them now.”

Feuilly grin slid off his face and was replaced with a light frown. “Why? Is something-”

“Chaton? Is that you?”

Spinning on his heel he ran to the door of the Musain where Jehan had appeared. Their hair was half out of their braid and there was a small smile on their face.

He was also unhurt. Which was good because he didn’t have time to hunt down whatever bastard would harm a single hair on their head.

“Little bird.” The  nickname came off more a prayer and he didn’t hesitate before grasping Jehan by the arm and dragging him in closer for a hug. Jehan’s soft glow enveloped him and the tiny bit of worry that had crawled up disappeared from his mind.

He could also feel the stares he was receiving and his muscles automatically started tensing up. They were judging him. Or Jehan. They were judging Jehan for being with him. Of course they were.

He couldn’t believe it himself the day the badly dressed poet from the group of loud students that he had sometimes, most definitely not, watched from afar had approached him and bluntly asked him out.  He still couldn’t believe he had gotten this lucky - constantly waiting for the other shoe to fall and for the universe to take it all away.

But Jehan. Kind, understanding, loving Jehan simply unwinds himself from the hug and grasps one of his hands with both of theirs and tugs him into the warmth of the cafe. The door closes and Montparnasse is faced with the disapproving looks of the inner circle.

Enjolras stops mid sentence to stare him down before turning back to Combeferre and Courfeyrac, and picking up as if he never stopped. (He doesn’t know which one is Combeferre and which one is Courfeyrac but if he’s being honest he couldn’t really care. The only reason he even knows their name in the first place is because Jehan never stops talking about his friends and had pointed them out to him once, but now one is taking scribbling notes down and the other has a frown on his face.) Grantaire at least offers him a half crooked smile from across the room before cutting over Enjolras.

“Why don’t we take five? Grab a drink or some food.”

Enjolras bristles. “The plans R! This isn’t a holiday camp. We don’t know when they will attack or-”

Grantaire cuts him off with a chaste kiss and Montparnasse raises an eyebrow. That’s new. Last he had seen Grantaire had been helplessly pining and Enjolras hopelessly oblivious. Grantaire drew back and Enjolras smiled back before grabbing his hand to lead the group outside.

The door opens and closes and then Montparnasse is alone with Jehan. He glances to see Jehan staring back up at him. There’s a small crease between their brows and he wants nothing more than to kiss it away. To kiss away all of Jehan’s fears and worries. To make the world a better and brighter place. For Jehan. Because if anyone in the world deserves it, it’s Jehan.

But not like this. This is senseless violence that can only end in death and he won’t, he can’t stand by and see Jehan die. Not for this. Not in a battle where the king could have every soldier in France rain down hell upon them all.

“I take it you’re not here to join our cause?”

Montparnasse couldn’t stop the small wry smile that flashed across his face.

“No. No i’m not.” He frowned. “It’s the opposite. I want you to-”

“No Chaton.”

Jehan didn’t even sound angry and he isn’t surprised. That wasn’t Jehan. They sounded more resigned -  like they had expected him to show up, begging for them to return.

“Please Jehan. This is a fools fight. You must see that. This can only end in bloodshed.” He hated the desperation that clung to voice. The fear that was evident and he hated more than anything that at this point Jehan wouldn’t pick him.

He was fighting a losing battle. Same as the others.

Yet he still tried. Same as the others.

But the difference was - he wasn’t willing to die. Not for this. No matter how much he loved Jehan he couldn’t stand beside him in this.

He couldn’t watch them die.

“I’m sorry Parnasse.”

There it was. The last sliver of hope that he had been holding onto slipped away with Jehan’s hand and he was left grasping at air.

He can’t stay and watch them die, so he turn towards the door intending to leave, but he pauses and glances back to see Jehan has his eyes glued to the floor and even from here he can see the build up of tears.

He’s back across the room with Jehan in his arms before he can second guess himself.

Why did he have to fall in love with such a fool?

The thought is through his head before he fully processes it and it’s enough to early turn him to tears. He loves Jehan. But now is not the time.

“Promise me you will survive this Jehan please.” He pulls back enough to try and meet Jehan’s eye but they are purposely not  looking at him. Montparnasse places his finger under Jehan’s chin and lightly tilts it up. They squeeze their eyes shut and he wishes he knew what was going on inside their head.

“Little bird. Please. Please look at me.”

It takes a minute but finally Jehan opens his eyes, which are lined with unshed tears. “I’m sorry Chaton, I can’t promise you that.”

Their voice is quiet but it’s enough to send him stumbling back half a step. They were willing to throw their life away.

Even though he had known… hearing it come from their mouth was a different story.

“What about our plans Jehan?”

At least they have the decency to look ashamed as they turn and walk away.

“I’m sorry.”

“Jehan, please. We can be out of Paris in an hour. We can pack our bags and be en route to Créteil. Make our way south…. You said you wanted to travel. Please Jehan don’t do this!”

Jehan shivers as they stop walking yet refuses to look back at him. He continues.

“You know they won’t judge you Jehan. We - they all love you. Please little bird don’t make yourself into a Martyr”

He crosses the room towards Jehan and hesitates a moment before placing a hand on their shoulder.

“Please.”

Jehan turns around and Montparnasse realises he hadn’t been shivering but crying silently. The tears had tracks down his face  and he was shaking like a leaf. He places the palm of his other hand against their cheek and smiles softly as Jehan unconsciously leans in towards it as he wipes the tears away.

“Please.”

“I can’t abandon them now Chaton. I know they wouldn’t judge and I know that this could go bad but I can’t leave them.”

“Could? Jehan there is a 0% possibility of you coming out of this alive” They squeeze their eyes shut and attempt to turn away again but Montparnasse tightens their grip just enough to prevent it. “Jehan please. Please, I am begging you.” He places his forehead against Jehan’s and whispers “please don’t do this”

“I have to try. I can’t stand by and do nothing.”

This time when they try to pull away he lets Jehan go.

He moves towards the door and refuses to turn around again. “I’m leaving Jehan. Tonight. Midnight. I will not stay here and watch you run head first into a suicide fight. If you change your mind find me in Créteil, i’ll stay there for a week to give you time to catch up if you su- change your mind.” He can feel the tears pour down his own cheeks and his hand tightens on the door handle.

“Goodbye Jehan Pouvoir”

He slips open the door and ignoring the rest of the students he runs towards the closest wall. He hears Jehan yell out after him but he can’t stay. Jehan has made up his mind and Montparnasse has bags to pack, an apartment to clean out and friends to say goodbye to.

Paris holds too many memories to stay here any longer. He starts to scale the wall and -

A hand catches onto his shoulder and drags him back to street level. He turns fist already swinging only for it to be caught. He is faced with an angry blonde.

“You will return and you will listen to Jehan or so help me I’ll kill you myself.”

“No you won’t. You will die for your cause and you will drag the person I love most in this godforsaken world down with you” he hisses out. “You could convince him not to do this. For him to return with me. For all your pretty words Enjolras all you can seem to do is lead people to their deaths.”

He ignores the crowd watching them. The awkward shuffling and heated stares. The denial.

He stares into Enjolras’ eyes and he doesn’t flinch away from the cold stare. How Grantaire can put up with him is a mystery.

Speaking of…. Grantaire appears over Enjolras’ shoulder and places a hand on his shoulder. There is a haunted look in his eyes that tells Montparnasse he heard what he said and agrees. Yet he stays.

Love makes fools of some people. But not of him. He has worked too hard to survive in life with the hand he was dealt to throw it away.

Grantaire just mores Enjolras away and leaves Montparnasse standing with his back to the wall with nothing but a tight closed lip smile.

“You know they are crying?” He jumps and turns to see a boy is sitting on an upturned crate beside him. There is a child here. On the barricade.

Gavroche. He recognises the street urchin and a flash of anger shoots through him. Did Enjolras really have such a disregard for human life that he would allow this child on the barricade?

“Gavroche, what the hell are you doing here.”

Okay so maybe he was using this as a distraction. You know they are crying? He would bring Gavroche back to his apartment , keep him safe, keep him alive. And he would find Eponine and Azelma because those three were all each other had, and god knows with pretty boy on the barricade Eponine wouldn’t be too far behind. You know they are crying? He grabbed Gavroche by the arm and dragged him further away from the barricade.

“I’m helping” His smile was so wide and he looked so proud of himself. Dam Enjolras for inspiring such loyalty from those so young.

“No. you are not. You are coming with me. We are finding your sisters and -”

Gavroche tried to tug his arm away. “No! Enjolras said I could help!”

Montparnasse almost lost it and started yelling. “He doesn’t care Gav. Enjolras is a cold hearted bastard who doesn’t care about anyone” You know they are crying? “Where is Eponine?”

Gavroche sulked as Montparnasse hurried him along the side of the Musain. They would have to leave by the front. Slightly more dangerous but Gavroche was too small to be able to make the jumps between rooftops. They pass the door of the Musain and Montparnasse slows as he hears muffled sobs and hushed voices. You know they are crying?

“Jehan hasn’t stopped crying since you ran out”

Gavroche was looking up at him accusingly. “What did you say to them? Jehan is one of the nicest people I know Monty! What happened?”

Montparnasse tried not to cringe at the terrible nickname bestowed upon him by the kid. “I told him the truth, like i’m going to tell you. This is a doomed fight. Everyone you see here? There is a high chance by the time the fighting is over they will all be dead. There aren’t enough of them. They are hopelessly outnumbered and I won’t stay and watch them die.” He looks back at Gavroche whose eyes are widened and full of fear. “I am leaving Paris, Gavroche. Tonight. I am taking what I can carry and leaving the rest. You and your siblings may stay in my apartment if you wish. You know where I keep the money hidden”

Gavroche nods and takes a deep breath. “That doesn’t explain why Jehan is crying.”

Montparnasse smiles softly. “We were meant to leave together, but he has chosen this futality instead. So I leave by myself because I can’t, I won’t, stay here. I can’t watch them die.”

He is so caught up in his conversation with Gavroche he doesn’t notice the door open. He doesn’t see the crowd of students looking away but obviously listening. He doesn’t hear the soft patter of feet. So he startles when a head falls onto his shoulder and he feels the wetness against his neck.

“Please chaton. Please don’t leave.” He can feel the tears drip down his neck and he lets go of Gavroche who has the good sence to back away a few steps before sitting down.

Montparnasse feels his anger surge and pulls himself away from Jehan. He stands up and spins around to face them. Combeferre and Courfeyrac stand behind Jehan along with a bald student.

“How can you be so selfish? Why would you ask me to stay and watch you die? Would you have me go home and go to sleep Jehan?”

He takes a step forwards and Jehan steps back. “Would you have me go to bed safely and wake up in the morning to return to find you all dead? Would you have me walk the barricade looking for your body? Or if the soldiers come and take you away? Would you have me risk my life then to get your body so i could bury it somewhere I could visit? Is that what you want Jehan? Is that-”

He falls to the ground. It is too much. Why can’t Jehan see that he not as strong, as he appears. Fight or flight. He will fight when there is no doubt he can win. But mostly he will run.

He can’t stop the tears and finds that at this moment he doesn’t give a shit about about his reputation. Who are they going to tell anyway? They will all be dead soon enough.

A hand brushes against his shoulder and he flinches. “Don’t touch me.”

“Parnasse please.” And fuck it if Jehan isn’t crying as well.

“Jehan, I can’t look at you right now without wanting to throw up.” He knew he was being blunt and cruel but Jehan just didn’t get it. How could they expect him to be alright? After telling him, they would prefer to die on a barricade than live with him. Live full stop.

“Please”

Yet when it comes down to it when has he ever been able to deny Jehan anything?

He looks up at Jehan. “What? What do you have to say Jehan? I have other things to do tonight. I have people to take care of - people like Gavroche. Speaking of - what the hell is wrong with you Jehan? Letting that kid near this place? I get now, that you have some sort of death pact with your little group of friends, but why drag the kid into it? I am getting him back to the apartment and i’m finding Azelma and Eponine. They are not losing each other tonight if I can help it, so make your important speech Jehan. I won’t interrupt. I won’t say another word. Say what you have to say and then i’m gone.”

He stares at Jehan. The bald student pushes the other two back into the cafe and shuts the door. The other students go back to talking among themselves and Gavroche wanders over to talk to someone.

He wipes away the tear tracks on his face and raises an eyebrow at Jehan.

Silence.

He motions with his hand for Jehan to start talking but no words are said. Jehan just scans his face and gnaws on his lower lip. He meant what he said. He wouldn’t say another word. He had said his goodbyes earlier and didn’t intend on going through that again.

Silence.

He shakes his head and turns away disappointed.

“Gavroche? We are leaving”

“I’ll come out of this alive”

Their voice is soft. He can’t stop the scoff that leaves his throat and he shakes his head in disbelief. He looks over to see Gavroche hasn’t moved. “Gavroche!” the kid looks up and smiles, sticks his thumbs up and hugs whoever he was talking to.

“Please, look at me chaton.” He flinches at the nickname. “ I promise. I will see you tomorrow. The fight might not be over but I will come find you. Just please don’t leave. We can grab lunch and go for a walk along the seine. I’ll let you braid my hair and we can watch the stars. Please Montparnasse. Please”

Maybe it’s thee use of his full name slipping from between Jehan’s lips for the first time in what feels like an eternity or maybe he is just really tired but he nods stiffly, turns on his heel and goes over to where Gavroche is.

A man brushes past him. “my apologies monsieur.” He freezes momentarily. Then speeds up.

“Garoche!!” he looks up.

“We leaving now Monty?” Montparnasse frowns and looks back. “In a moment, I need to talk to Enjolras”

“Is this about him letting me stay? Because it’s not entirely his fault. You see-”

“No Gav. it because i’m 90% sure Javet just passed me”

That piqued his interest. He stands on the box to look over the crowd of volunteers.

“Holy crap Monty, you’re right!! I’ll warn the guys over here you tell Enj and the rest inside!”

If the situation wasn’t so dire he would have laughed at the sight of young Gavroche taking command. Instead he slips past Jvet and ignoring Jehan he pushes open the door to the musain. Enjolras stops talking as he slams the door.

“You guys have a problem.”

There is a knock on the door. “Hello can I speak to your leader?”

Javet.

He runs to the table and grabs  a quill and a sheet from the table and scrawls:

Inspector Javert

“Fuck.” Well trust Grantaire to put it bluntly. Enjolras grabs the page and holds it over a candle.

“Come on through comrade”

Montparnasse slinks into the shadows and as soon as the door opens and as it closes, Enjolras catches his eye and gives the smallest of nods.  

The plank of wood from the crates is in his hand and swinging through the air before Javet knows what hits him.

He drops the plank

“Chaton-”

Turning on his heel he stalks back out of the Musain and grabs Gavroche. Then he spots Marius talking to a familiar body.

“Eponine! What the hell are you doing here?”

He is so done with this family. They are all crazy and self sacrificing and he is done with it.

He grabs eponine by the hand and she drops a letter. “Hey! What you playing at Par?”

“Listen to me Eponine. You, your brother and Azelma are staying with me tonight. Pontmercy can deliver his own mail, he is not an invalid and if I hear one word of protest from either of you, you won’t like the consequences.”

They follow him towards the exit and he pretends not to notice that Jehan trails behind them.

“Par-”

“I know”

“They co-”

“I know”

One of the soldiers open the door and montparnasse stops to let the siblings through first. Jehan comes to a stop at their side.

“I meant what I said chaton. I will see you tomorrow.”

The thought flashes through his mind. I love you.

He knows if he says it Jehan will follow him immediately. but… would he?

He doesn’t want to face the possibility that Jehan will just turn away from him, into the barricade never to return.

Jehan is staring him down. It feels like he is reading his soul and knows every little secret he has tried to bury.

“Monty - you coming?”

He turns away.

Jehan drags him back in for a kiss. Their hands are on each side of his face, softly holding him yet he can feel the desperation and the emotion in what Jehan is pouring into the kiss. His own hand comes up to undo the end of the messy braid holding back Jehans hair and he runs his fingers through it. He feels more than hears Jehan moan and his own body reacts instinctively, curling around Jehan, pushing hi back against the closest wall and-

“Incoming!!”

They break apart.

“Tomorrow” Jehan promises before turning back and running towards the Musain, catching a rifle thrown their way.

Montparnasse grabs both Eponine and Gavroche and race down a side street. They criss cross across Paris, avoiding barricades and avoiding cops.

The sounds of bullets flying follows them all the way to the apartment.

Azelma is curled up in a ball at the front door and Eponine rushes over to check her for injuries. “How did you know to come here?” Montparnasse questions.

“Eponine told me and Gavroche that if anything ever happened or we needed somewhere safe we were to come to your place”

Montparnasse turned to Eponine who just shrugged. “You’re the only person i would trust them with.”

He blinked. Okay not the answer he was expecting. When had he become someone who could be trusted with kids? The little voice in his head told him it was around the same time he had fallen in love with a badly dressed poet and would risk his life to save a street urchins kitten who was drowning in the river. Speaking of…

The small ball of fur came rushing across the room and felt the familiar feel of tiny claws ripping into his trousers. “Hello Marinette” He reached down to scratch the kitten behind the ear before plucking her off his trousers and passing her over to Azelma and Gavroche who had dug up some ham and a bit of milk. “You two spoil her, you know that?”

He collapses onto the couch and tries to ignore the pointed look that Eponine is giving him. He listens to the kids talk to each other and hears the purrs grow louder.

“Are you-” Her voice is hesitant.

“I’m fine.”

“Par-”

“Please Ep. Not tonight. I can’t think of anything else tonight.” He can’t deal with her worrying over him when he is working hard enough to keep himself from losing control.

“Why didn’t you stay with them then?”

“Not now Eponine. Please, not now”

The guilt and fear is eating him up inside. Why can’t she see that? He knows he did the right thing, getting Eponine and Gavroche out. Azelma needs them. He needs them. Along with Jehan they are the only real family he has.  

He stands up. The room sways around him and he stumbles across the apartment. “I’m going to lie down. Please feel free to crash in one of the spare rooms or where ever”

And not waiting on a reply he closes the door and falls onto his too big bed, with the sheets messy and untucked. He falls asleep without even removing his shoes.

Oly to be awoken by a frightened Azelma. “I told him not to- it’s all my fault- please don’t tell Eponine…”

The drowsiness left him. “What happened Azelma? Where is your brother? Where is Gavroche?”

“It’s my fault. I forgot to close the window. He said he’d be right back but it’s been ten minutes and i’m scared. The fighting is still ongoing and what if Marinette gets hurt?”

“Wait what?” The cat? What the hell had happened?

“I left the window open and when the fighting picked back up, I think she got scared. She ran out the window and Gavroche went after her. She’s only a baby Monty! What if something happened to her? Or to Gavroche?” The panic that filled Montparnasse was slowly filling Azelma as well. “If anything happens it will be my fault!”

Montparnasse tried to think quickly. If he woke Eponine she would leave to track her brother down. If anything went south, if anything happened…  Azelma would be alone.

“Stay here and try to get some sleep Az. I’ll go find Gavroche and the kitten. If your sister wakes, you do not tell her what happened. She will try to leave as well and that mean one of two things. Either you are left here alone or you would go with her. Either way it’s more for me to stress over so you sleep.”

He strode across the apartment avoiding looking at the spare room Eponine had claimed. “I’ll be back soon Az.” He winked at her. “Love ya squirt”

She ran across the room. “Stay safe Monty. Love you”

Crossing the streets he stuck to the shadows as dusk rolled in. He tried to keep positive. The cat was small. Not likely to have gotten too far.  And Gavroche was smart. He knew how to survive.

Gunshots sounded and he froze.

He wouldn’t go back to the barricade would he? “Enjolras said I could help!”

His heart filled with fear as he started to pray. Please let him be wrong. Please let Gavroche be wandering elsewhere.

He sped up. He crossed roads. He turned corners. He crossed the river. He jumped walls.

And stops.

There.

At the corner of the street.

Gavroche was sitting petting the kitten. The stupid goddamn kitten. He could have cried.

As he approached Gavroche looked up. “Hi Monty.”

He frowned. Something was wrong.

“What were you thinking Gavroche? You could have been hurt! You could have been killed. The life of an animal is not worth yours.”

Gavroche shook his head. “That’s not what Jehan says. Jehan told me all life is worth the same. So as I understand it, everyone has one life and it’s up to them to decide how to spend it. But Monty, animals only have one life as well. Be that a bird or a kitten, they also only have one life. Should their life be worth any less than ours?”

He frown a little and checking the street for any sign of danger he crouches down opposite Gavroche. “What’s brought this on my young friend? I have never heard you speak like this. What has brought it on? What happened?”

Gavroche looks back down at the purring kitten. “I saved her life. That’s a good thing right?”

“Of course…” He was so confused. Where was Gavroche going with this? He moves to rub the kitten behind the ear and his finger comes away wet.

His stomach drops.

“Gavroche? Where did this blood come from? What happened?”

Gavroche refuses to meet his eye. “Gavroche! I’m serious what happened? You better tell me right now or I won’t hold Eponine back!”

The kid smiles sadly. “I love her as well. And Azelma. Best sisters ever. They know that don’t they?”

Montparnasse hesitates before pulling the jacket that Gavroche is wearing back. The kitten had been tucked against his chest.

There was blood everywhere.

Montparnasse let out a choked sob and flung himself beside Gavroche to hold him.

“I’m okay Monty. Don’t worry. Doesn’t hurt much anyway” Gavroches voice breaks and then he has his head dropping onto Montparnasse’s arm. “I’m sorry, please tell them i’m sorry.”

“What are talking about Gav? You’re gonna be fine. I’ve been shot before - that’s nothing.”

He was trying to keep his tone light. It was bad. It was really really bad.

As he looked around he could make out out the splatters of blood on the ground and the smear on the wall he had missed when he had first come across the kid.

He was going to slaughter every last one of those assholes.

“I’m not an idiot Monty. I’m not a child either”

He let out out  a choked noise of disbelief. “Of course you are Gav. You left the safety of apartment for a cat. I told you to stay where I could protect you. Why didn’t you listen?”

“I’m sorry.” Gavroche’s voice catches and he lets out a gasp of pain. Mirinete burrows further into Gavroche’s warmth and now that he looks he can see the dark red blood against the black fur.

The gunshots ring out and the moon starts rising as the colours of dusk fade. Montparnasse hold the child closed to his chest.

Gavroches breathing quiets and Montparnasse can no longer hide the tears.

“Please Gavroche. Stay awake a little longer yeah?”

“I’m so tired though Monty. I’ll be ok.”

A scream echoes down the alley and suddenly Eponine is there.

“Gavroche? Gavroche! No no no nonononono. Par what happened? Who did this?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. But i’ll kill them all”

Eponine fell to the floor beside her brother and clutched his almost lifeless body to her chest. “Gav? Are you awake? You have to stay awake!”

“Love you Ep. You’re the best sister a guy could ask for you know that?”

Montparnasse had to look away as the tears poured from his eyes. What had been the point of the last few hours? He had thought he had guaranteed their safety upon taking them away from the barricades, but now… here they were, back on the streets, in the middle of a war zone.

Maybe Gavroche would had been safer at the barricades. He doubted Enjolras really would have let him near the fighting, would have kept him confined to one of the houses, left him in the care of one of the women.

Had he killed the child by trying to save him?

Was this his fault?

“Where Zelly? Is she out as well?” Gavroche tried to escape Eponine’s hold. “You need to get her back to safety. You need-” he broke off with a barely concealed cry of anguish.  

“She’s asleep back at the apartment Gav, she’s safe.”

“Good.” Gavroche smiles softly before closing his eyes.

A moment passes and his hand slides from where it had lain on Eponine’s arm.

“Gav? Gavroche? Oh god, please no. Please wake up. Come on Gavroche. Wake up”

Eponine buries face into her brothers curls and cries harder. Montparnasse leans across the corps of the 12 year old he considered a brother and dragged Eponine in close beside him for a hug.

They sit and cry together as the stars shine bright above them.

Then between them, they wrap Gavroche in Montparnasses jacket and go off to hunt for somewhere safe to crash.

The kitten stays curled up on Gavroches chest, claws digging into the coat,no longer purring.

***

It’s ironic that the closest place they can find is the barricade.

The fighting has stopped for now and the armed forces have retreated. The barricade is not, by any means quiet. Sounds of laughter and shouts of excitement can be heard. There are a group of them singing and Montparnasse just wants them all to shut up.

It is Feuilly who spots them staggering down the street.

Well he spots Eponine who has ran on ahead. Montparnasse follows, Gavroche clutched close to his chest.

“It’s Eponine!! Someone open the barricade.”

There are cheers and greeting that fall short as they take in Eponine’s obvious distress and Montparnasse following in behind her. The bundle in his arms. The tear tracks on both their faces.

Marius pushes through the crowd and pulls her in for a hug. “Good Eponine what are you doing back here? I thought you had left with Montparnasse and-” he stops talking. “Where is Gavroche?”

Eponine falls against her friend and the sobs start anew.

Marius looks up to see Montparnasse standing near the wall, the bundle in his arms. He grasps Eponine tighter and they both sink to the floor.

A voice breaks through the silence. “Is this what you wanted Apollo? The first death. Are you satisfied with your rebellion?”

Grantaire.  

“R, please-” Enjolras’s voice sounds so small and Montparnasse momentarily imagines not punching the shit out of him. The moment pases and his hatred towards the student who lead this rebellion that caused the death of his brother will feel pain once Montparnasse feels he can stand without leaning on something.

“Montparnasse was right earlier. This is a doomed fight. If we stay we die. We should never have started this madness.”

Grantaire takes a swing from the bottle in his hand. Walking over to Montparnasse he pulls the coat back from Gavroches head, chokes back a sob and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Foolish child” he hears Grantaire mumble, before he turns, walks past Enjolras who hadn’t moved and slammed the door of the Musain behind him.

A hand touches his elbow and he startles. “Let us take him. We will put him somewhere safe.”

It is one of the students. Another stands behind him, a hand on his shoulder.

Montparnasse hesitates, reluctant to give up the protection of Gavroche to anyone. He was the one who should have protected him.

But all he says is, “don’t hurt him” before passing him over.

The second student accidently hits the sleeping Marinette and is rewards with a swipe of her claws. “You have the worst look my friend” is all he hears as the two walk awake.

Then he is alone. Eponine is surrounded by her friends and Montparnasse just climbs the barricade and intends to leave.

“You weren’t even going to say hello?”

Jehan.

“I can’t do this right now Jehan.” He hates that his voice cracks but he can’t even look at Jehan right now. Montparnasse was right earlier. This is a doomed fight. If we stay we die. “I have to find Azelma. I have to-”

Jehan cuts him off with a hug from behind. They doesn’t say anything and he is glad for it. Montparnasse’s grip on the barricade slackens and he crumples, wrapped in Jehan’s warmth.

He cries himself to sleep wrapped up in Jehan.

He awakens inside the cafe to the sound of gunfire and yelling.

***

He stumbles out of the Musain to see hell on earth.

Soldiers swarm the barricades. Bodies litter the ground - soldiers and students alike.

He can’t see Jehan.

This was what he had feared - what he had known - would happen.

He has to find Jehan.

He grabs a gun of sorts off a dead body and a sword from another.

He murders his way across the killing field.

Any of these soldiers could have been the one to have killed Gavroche. He’ll never know who exactly so he’ll take as many as he can in retribution. It will never be enough.

He catches a glimpse of Eponine, hair sweeping, standing atop a table - she disappears.

Only to reappear, being dragged by … Marius? They make their way towards one of the hoses and he see’s eponine pick the lock. They both disappear inside.

The two students who took Gavroches body are fighting back to back, both with wild grins on their faces, laughing and teasing each other between shots.

Enjolras and his two friends are in the middle of the fighting, grim faced and angry.

Feuilly…. He glances around and sees the bullet pierced body atop of the barricade.  The red hair so similar to Jehan it makes him nearly thrown up.

“Jehan!” He screams desperately.

He starts running.

Two bullets in quick succession and he automatically ducks.

Then glances around as he hears the sound of bodies fall.

The two students. He never learned their names. A woman screams. “My boys! Let me go to my boys!”

He sees the young woman being held back by another student as she tries to make her way towards the fallen. “I’m sorry ‘Chetta I can’t…”

He jumps up and continues his task.

A swing of the blade. A perfectly fired shot.

The dead pile up.

Find Jehan. Protect Jehan.

He sees Jehan the same moment Jehan sees him.

He sprints.

Jehan is alive.

Jehan is alive.

Jehan is-  He sees the soldier raise his gun to aim.

Montparnasse closes his eyes as Jehan crashes into them, twists them 180 degrees, kisses their head and -

Pain.

He falls.

Jehan screams.

He sees the gunman fall at the hands of Enjolras who now stares at Montparnasse in horror.

He is dimly aware of being lifted by Enjolras’ two friends and hears a shout of retreat.

He cries out as they place him on the table and -

“You’re so stupid Chaton, why would you… why?”

Jehan.

“My little bird, The light of my life,  how could I not?”

He doesn’t regret it. If it means Jehan lives, everything would be worth it. He would give up anything and everything if it meant his love would live a long and happy life.

“It was meant for me, that bullet was meant for me, and you saw and you-” Jehan breaks down and throws themself over his body, bursting into fitful sobs. Wincing Montparnasse lifts a hand and threads his fingers in their hair.

“I- i’m not worth that Chaton, i’m not worth you-”

“Don’t say that!” Montparnasse hissed. “You are worth everything to me. You are the most important thing in my life.”

He feels Jehan shake against him and he glances around to see that their friends have backed away and are arguing quietly in the corner. He closes his eyes.

He is dying. He can feel the bullet move inside him as he shifts. It’s in an awkward place and it’s going to hurt like hell. There is no doctor around in this war zone and he doesn’t have enough time to make it to a healers.

He opens his eyes and lightly tugs at Jehan’s hair until they lift their head and meet his eyes. He is dying. What has he left to lose?

“I love you little bird. I don’t regret taking the shot and i’d do it again for you in a heartbeat.”

Something fractures in Jehans eyes and they places a hand behind his neck and draws him in for a kiss.

“You foolish, foolish man.” Jehan pressed a kiss to his forehead and he feels a tear drop hit him.  “I love you as well, but now you have condemned me to watch you die.”

“But you will live, mon coeur, and that is worth more than I could ever hope for.”

A burst of pain shoots through and he bites back a scream. He has never been so thankful for how he grew up. He can hide the pain behind smiles. He can fake it a while longer.

“Talk to me, little bird. Come on, do you a song to sing lark? Or a poem to quote?”

Jehan lifts his head to stare at him with those doe brown eyes. “Don’t joke chaton, don’t pretend with me or try to be brave on my behalf. I don’t appreciate you trying to distract me or-”

“Jehan, I am dying.” he says softly. He raises his hand and places his palm against Jehan’s cheek. “I want you to distract me. I want to lie here with you and pretend we are home. Please Jehan.”  He can hear the slight twinge of panic in his voice and he tries to bury it. He doesn’t want to die. “Please”

Jehan sits down on the edge of the table and grasps his hands tightly in theirs. He hears Enjolras say something and the door of the Musain is opened and closed.

They are alone again.

***

He closes the door behind them. A hand is on his shoulder. Courfeyrac. “It’s not your fault Enjolras. There was nothing to be done-”

“If i had been quicker on the draw I could have killed him before he raised his gun. I nearly got Jehan killed, I just god ‘Parnasse killed. Bahrol is dead. Joly and Bossuet are dead. Feuilly is dead. Marius and Eponine have vanished, they are probably dead as well. Gavroche…. Gavroche is dead. “ he takes a shuddering breath and rubs the tears from his eyes. “It is my fault. R and Parnasse were right. I have killed us all.”

Combeferre meets Courfeyrac’s eyes. “We are not all dead yet, fearless leader. Come let us fight us till we can’t any longer and pray that this will be all worth it in the end.”

Combeferre holds out a gun and Courfeyrac holds out the flag and Enjolras, his face set in grim determination takes them both

***

He can nearly ignore the yelling. Jehan whispers verses of poems unknown into his ears and presses the odd kiss to his lips. He doesn’t fall asleep because he doesn’t want to miss anything to do with Jehan. The sun is beginning to rise and it streams through the window and the way it hits Jehan’s red hair makes them look ethereal. He closes his eyes with a smile on his face.

***

Jehan lets out a strangled sob as he sees Montparnasse’s chest stop moving. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m so sorry Chaton, this is all my fault. I should have left with you. This is all on me. I’m so sorry”

The door bursts open and Jehan is dimly aware of Ferre, Courf and Enjolras rushing up the stairs.  He is pressing a kiss to Montparnasse’s hand when the bullet goes through his head

***

The single shot. Enjolras freezes. “Jehan.”

Ferre and Courf hover while Enjolras checks the windows.

A round of shots.  Enjolras spins in time to see his two friends fall to the ground.

Footsteps.

He has his back to the wall with nowhere to go. He dries his tears and turns to his anger to save him. As the soldiers line up before him he drops his weapon.

“Shoot me.” He is done. If he is to die he will die proudly. He will not grovel he will not beg. Then he sees the movement and-

No. Please no.

Grantaire. Why was he still here? Why…

Grantaire meets his eyes and the look… Enjolras tries to silently beg him to stay quiet because god… he has seen enough death. All of his friends have fallen and now the man he loves. He doesn’t know if he can bear it.

Then the sergeant stepped forward. “Take aim”

He didn’t close his eyes. He smiled softly at R and tried to convey his love for him in a glance, because god knows he had been too proud to say it before. Pride. It was always going to be his downfall.

Then a soldier. “Wait, do you wish to have your eyes bandaged?”

He drags his eyes away from R and leveled the soldier with a glare. “No.”

“And it was you who killed the artillery sergeant?”

He presumes they mean the first soldier he killed. The man who shot Bahrol. He smiled at them. “Yes.”

His lack of remorse infuriates them and he can see they are ready to kill him. His grip tightens on the flag.

“Take aim.”

He forces himself to look over their heads. He sends a silent apology to Grantaire but he can’t bear to look at him and -

“Long live the Republic! I’m one of them”

No. But there he is striding towards them with a spark in his eye and a half grin on his face.

He looks wild.

“Long live the republic. Finish us both with one blow.” he stops when he reaches Enjolras’s side. He places one of his palms against his cheek and whispers, “Do you permit it?”

It reminds him of their first kiss, in the snow in front of his apartment where R had pushed a lock of hair back behind his ear and brushed away a snowflake from his cheek.

Enjolras smiles and grabs his hand before raising the flag. If there was anyone he had to die beside, he was glad it was Grantaire there.

***

The fighting was over. Marius and Eponine snuck from the house after the sound of soldiers had gone. They had checked the musain where they had found both Montparnasse and Jehan dead, grasping onto each others hands. Eponine had sobbed while Marius went upstairs in the hopes of finding any of his friends still alive but - oh

Combeferre and Courfeyrac lie in the middle of a bullet torn floor.

Enjolras is pinned to the wall with Grantaire at his feet, hands clasped tightly. Blood soaks the flag and the floor and the wall and Marius can barely stop himself from throwing up.

They are dead. They are all dead.

He sits on the stairs and weeps.

if you prefere it its also here on Ao3

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#2: bargain

note: AU inspired by the prohibition era in the USA.

Tataru was rushing down the stairs to the underground bar, hidden from sight. She had vital information that the gang needed to know right away before they would put their plan to the motion. When she finally opened the door, her breathing was erratic but she made it to the table where the Scions were gathered. All eyes shifted to her as she wheezed for air, putting one finger up in an indication to give her a moment.

“What is it, sugar?” Y’Shtola asked her, handing her half-empty beer.

Tataru refused the glass, taking a few deep breaths. “The Ascians know where we will be moving the shipment tonight, I’ve overheard them talking about finally finishing us!”

“That’s bloody brilliant,” Thancred’s fist hit the table, shaking the contents of the multiple drinks. “If we don’t move the moonshine and the guns, the boss will be furious. And when she’s furious, it will be our end anyway!”

The voices started raising one over another as everyone tried to think of a solution, or even just lamented at their dire situation. They were just in mids of debating who would be the messenger to Hydaelyn, when the door opened again, bringing in an unlikely visitor. Three sets of barrels pointed at him immediately, Emet-Selch simply raised his hands, a smirk on his face.

“Look what the cat dragged in, here for your execution, ey?” Papylamo’s eyes narrowed to slits as he held his gun steadily.

The second in command for the Ascians only laughed, stopping a good few feet from the table, hands still in the air. “The contrary, I believe. I am here to save your precious plan which is about to be ruined,” he left the sentence open, brushing an imaginary piece of dust from his shoulder.

“Keep talking and maybe we won’t put a bullet through your brain.”

“Well, I would be willing to give my men a different assignment for tonight - a false lead, if you will. So that you can do whatever you wanted in the docks, under the veil of the night,” he sighed, before lightly shaking his hands. “May I lower these now or are you still fully set on shooting me on the spot?”

All the weapons were slowly lowered, Thancred being the last to do so. While others holstered their guns, he left it plain on the table, sending a glare to the other man after seeing his eye-roll.

In hushed tones, the Scions turned to each other.

“This could really save our necks, folks.”

“I do not want any pity offers from that rat-man!”

“Thancred, think with your head for once instead of your arse. Do you want the boss to know that we failed to deliver, losing her money a third time in a row now?”

While they bickered, two pairs of eyes sought each other. Emet-Selch was intently watching the only woman at the table who stayed silent throughout the whole rapid-fire exchange. Her face was impenetrable as always, making him snort softly to himself.

“Alright, you twat, what do you want in return?”

“Mister Waters, I am not even worthy of such an honor,” the Ascian bowed mockingly to the short-tempered man. Y’shtola and Papylamo reached for Thancred’s arms before he had the time to do anything stupid. Clearly unperturbed, Emet-Selch continued. “I ask that the Hero of Scions accompany me for dinner. I shall return her to you unharmed tomorrow after you’ve run your little errand,” he points to the quiet woman.

Suddenly, all the friction at the table ceased. They were silent for a while before the first of the uncertain voices started agreeing with giving her up, just for the night. Their reasons along the lines of “well, it would really help us” and “we don’t really have a chance” or even “I don’t feel good about this, but…”.

Finally, the woman in questions exhaled loudly and stood up.

“Fine. Do I have your word that I will be free to leave whenever I want to, as long as it is after midnight? The agreement was for tonight only, correct?”

“But of course, my dear. If that is what you wish,” the devilish grin on his face made Tataru take a step back, suddenly afraid about sending one of theirs to his lair.

“Excellent. Let me settle the plans and I will meet you outside in a few minutes.”

***

The first birds already started their chirping of the upcoming morning, when the name of the second in command of Zordiarc tumbled down the lips of the Hero of Hydaelyn. She gripped his forearm as he brought her over the edge for the numerous time this night, the sheets crumpled around them as they held onto each other.

“What a bargain… If only they knew you were the canary who sang a song to my troops,” he grinned before kissing her passionately. “And all that just to be with me,” he traced a finger down her face in a loving gesture.

She flipped them with ease, enjoying the way he was still filing her wholly, before she started raising up and down, making him swear profoundly.

“I wouldn’t have to, darling, if you only left his side,” she said, enjoying her slow, sensual rhythm.

“That is never gonna happen,” he grunted out, grabbing at her hips before she pried them off, refusing to go any faster.

“I know,” her words were dark but not angry. She would punish him in her own way that morning.

#ffxivwrite2019 #prompt: bargain #fanfiction

[meeresnaechte]

Get To Know Me Questions (Very long)

1. What is your first name? Justine

2. What is your nickname? Jess

3. What is your zodiac sign? Gemini

4. What is your favorite book series? I do not really have a favorite book series since I actually do prefer shows or video games to get lost in. However, I once read a "self published" ebook by an unknown author called "Human" which is actually a fanfiction but it was SO well written and it made me more emotional than any other book ever could.

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Yes I do believe in such things. I often experience sleep paralysis and get visited by someone- or something. I can see a person who's not actually there and I do believe it's a lost soul or the ghost of the person which committed suicide in my apartment before I moved in. I believe in demons and posessed things, I am really scared of dolls but I think not believing in such things would make life more boring.

6. Who is your favorite author? I do not have one.

7. What is your favorite radio station? I don't listen to the radio.

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? I like any flavor except sweet flavors like vanilla or else.

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Pure. It's one of my favorite words. I often like to refer to my best friends as pure.

10. What is your current favorite song? Anarchist by Yungblud is a really good song at the moment.

11. What is your favorite word? Pure in english or Bettgeflüster in German, I'm sorry but the sound of that word is just so beautiful ahhah

12. What was the last song you listened to? I write sins not tragedies by panic at the disco. Definitely one of the best song ever made (Also Brendon is especially hot in this one)

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? How I met your mother (very life changing) & Stranger Things

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? The perks of being a wallflower. It changed me and my perspective on life completely.

15. Do you play video games? Yes. I love them, especially Fable 2 and Bioshock Infinite.

16. What is your biggest fear? The ocean. I love the beach but I am really scared of deep water because my father and I had to save a man from drowning when I was maybe 7 years old. He experienced a stroke and only his little daughter was with him.

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? I can be very interesting to talk to because I love getting into depth about everything.

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? My self confidence and my mental illness. It ruined and continues to ruin many things for me. It took my youth away.

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? I cherish dogs so much, they make me so happy.

20. What is your favorite season? Summer or winter. (Fall is quite awesome too, it's kind of spooky)

21. Are you in a relationship? No.

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? Not being afraid of anything. Being free, not being judged for what I do and who I am.

23. Who is your best friend? I have more than one. Someone I met through the internet in 2013. Someone I've known since kindergarten and suddenly met again 15 years later. Someone I've been deeply in love with for 5 years & Someone who's always been there but never really got the courage to be around until last year.

24. What is your eye color? Green.

25. What is your hair color? Blonde.

26. Who is someone you love? My best friends & my lovely grandma.

27. Who is someone you trust? My best friends.

28. Who is someone you think about often? I often think about someone I haven't met yet. Someone who will change my life forever.

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? I am truly trying to live in the moment. I'm not excited for something, but scared of the future because I have to move abroad next year and leave everything behind.

30. What is your biggest obsession? Fable 2, Dan and Phil and Stranger Things.

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Spongebob or Max & Ruby

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? All except one person of my best friends are my opposite gender and I can tell them anything.

33. Are you superstitious? Yes

34. Do you have any unusual phobias? I don't know if they are unusual but the ocean, dolls, funfairs, bugs and speaking in front of people (except acting)

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? In front of it. My greatest passion is acting and I've always wanted to become an actress.

36. What is your favorite hobby? Acting.

37. What was the last book you read? It's been a long long time. I have no clue.

38. What was the last movie you watched? Annabelle 3. Yesterday at a drive-in cinema with my best friends. One of the most special moments I've made so far.

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? I can play the piano. I would love to play any instrument.

40. What is your favorite animal? Dogs, wolves and red pandas.

41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? I don't have a favorite.

42. What superpower do you wish you had? Time travelling, being able to read people's minds and heart.

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? At the beach, listening to the sound of the waves. I tend to forget everything during those moments.

44. What makes you smile? When people aren't afraid to show me that I mean something to them. Not only words.

45. What sports do you play, if any? Football, Basketball, Badminton.. did I forget anything? I like all sports except gymnastics.

46. What is your favorite drink? Water or Iced Coffee (it's so bad for my skin)

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? This month, I believe. It was a letter.

48. Are you afraid of heights? Yes, but I still manage to push myself to do things that involves heights. I just recently climbed up a 80 metre high building with my friends at night to get a nice view of the skyline. Almosy shit my pants but I am still alive. Little did we know someone killed themselves by jumping off that exact building at the exact night.

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? Screaming. I hate it. I love chill people.

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Do little concerts count? If not, no.

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? No.

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? I've always wanted to become an actress or a police officer.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? Albion from Fable the video game.

54. What is something you worry about? My future.

55. Are you scared of the dark? I love the night and being outside during the night but I can't sleep without keeping my little light on because I tend to get sleep paralysis when my room is all dark.

56. Do you like to sing? I wish I could sing

57. Have you ever skipped school? Yes

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? Wherever I feel happy and where I can connect with the people I love the most.

59. Where would you like to live? California.

60. Do you have any pets? No.

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Night owl.

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Both. Sunsets are like a beautiful ending, they make me believe that no matter how hard things are at the moment, they will pass, but the bittersweet feeling of the ending of my best memories comes after. Sunrises feel like a new beginning after the dark.

63. Do you know how to drive? No, I'm currently doing my car and motorcycle driving license though.

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Earbuds for music, headphones for gaming.

65. Have you ever had braces? Yes, I want them again, I'm not satisfied with my teeth.

66. What is your favorite genre of music? Rock

67. Who is your hero? Daniel Howell. I've never met him, but I saw myself in him. He saved my life. I feel like I've known him before.. in a different life.

68. Do you read comic books? No

69. What makes you the most angry? Negative people who always complain and never see the beauty in certain things or moments.

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? A real book.

71. What is your favorite subject in school? Sports.

72. Do you have any siblings? No

73. What was the last thing you bought? Film for my polaroid camera.

74. How tall are you? 5'4ft

75. Can you cook? Not really. I can make pancakes, that's about it.

76. What are three things that you love? Dogs, nature, video games

77. What are three things that you hate? Negativity, hatred, self-centered people

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? More male friends.

79. What is your sexual orientation? I don't care who I fall in love with, but I don't know how to label myself. I'm in love with the feeling of love.

80. Where do you currently live? Germany but I'm moving to London next summer.

81. Who was the last person you texted? One of my best friends.

82. When was the last time you cried? This week

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? Dan and Phil.

84. Do you like to take selfies? I take like 2 selfies each year so, no.

85. What is your favorite app? Twitter or Tumblr

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? Not very good. I feel pressured most of the time and can't connect to them on an emotional level. It's even harder now since they got a divorce. I love my grandma so much.

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? American.

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? New Zealand, Norway and Canada

89. What is your favorite number? 24

90. Can you juggle? No

91. Are you religious? No

92. Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? Outer space. I'm scared of the deep ocean and I don't even know what's down there.

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? Not at all

94. Are you allergic to anything? Wasps, dust

95. Can you curl your tongue? Yes

96. Can you wiggle your ears? No

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? 50/50

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Both.

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? "Cut the seed before it grows"

100. Are you a good liar? I hate lying and being lied to.

101. What is your Hogwarts House? Slytherin

102. Do you talk to yourself? A lot

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert.

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? I use my Tumblr as my diary since 2013

105. Do you believe in second chances? Yes

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Search for an ID and try to reach out to the person who lost it.

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? Not really..

108. Are you ticklish? Yes

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Yes

110. Do you have any piercings? Yes

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Reaver from Fable, I'd like to marry him

112. Do you have any tattoos? No but I'm planning to get three.

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? To keep going.

114. Do you believe in karma? Yes.

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? Either I wear glasses or go through life blind lmao

116. Do you want children? I'm not sure, but I prefer to adopt.

117. Who is the smartest person you know? Daniel Howell

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? I reject them lmao

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? When haven't I?

120. What color are most of you clothes? Black

121. Do you like adventures? I love them.

122. Have you ever been on TV? Yes.

123. How old are you? 18

124. What is your favorite quote? So many. I really like "Irgendjemand liebt dich immer" a lot these days, it means "someone will always love you"

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? Savory. I hate sweet.

I tag @ludicrousperson

[magnoliawright]

( natalia dyer, cis female, she/her ) MAGGIE WRIGHT has been in fairhope for ONE WEEK, and is based off BELLA SWAN from the twilight saga (if applicable). MAGGIE is an 18 year old GIFTED HUMAN and has the ability of A MENTAL SHIELD. they are A MEMBER of the WRIGHT FAMILY. i hear they are PASSIONATE but they are also RECKLESS. they are associated with WORN OUT SPINES OF WELL-LOVED BOOKS & BIRDS CHIRPING AT DAWN.

Hi hello my name is Aly and I play Maggie! Basic info about me; 23 years old, I live on the east coast of Canada, I love cats, iced tea, and D&D! ALSO I’m super excited for this rp because Twilight is my guilty pleasure lmaoo. But enough about me, here’s what I have for miss Maggie! Am I taking this directly from app stuff? Yes, yes I am lmao.

So I really like the idea of taking the character of Bella and enhancing all of her traits to make her more dynamic, while adding in new traits to make her a bit more self-reliant.

One of the things I loved the most about her character was just how angry and grumpy she was, which is something I wanted to keep for Maggie. Girl’s got a temper and she isn’t afraid to speak her mind and call people out; even when she knows it might be a bad idea.

I love her reckless and bold Bella was; punching a werewolf, going after James herself, etc. It was stupid, but it was brave. This is also something I wanted to keep for Maggie, but take it to the next level. I think she’s someone who doesn’t have to be provoked to act out in that way. For example, if it was Maggie instead of Bella, she would’ve wanted to sneak away and face James alone even without the phone call. She wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to handle her problems, even if it was stupid of her to do so.

However, I see Maggie as being more physically competent; unlike Bella, Maggie actually would have stuck with the ballet and been decently good at it at that. While she’s by no means a match for a vampire, she’s quick on her feet, and would totally suggest being allowed to wield a chainsaw or a shotgun (probably despite “Edward” muse’s protests lmao).

Some fun facts about my baby;

She is a total bookworm but not in a snobbish way. She loves Shakespeare and The Hunger Games and a good trashy romance novel.

Allergic to the sun but not really. She doesn’t tan, she burns. Catch her with 5 layers of sunscreen when it’s even remotely sunny outside

C A T  P E R S O N 

F E M I N I S T

Took ballet for the past 13 years!! Her feet don’t love her for it but boi is she light on her feet.

The most bisexual. Boys and girls and everything outside and in between!

 Come for her family and she will punch you... it probably won’t hurt because she has twig arms but it’s the thought that counts

BUT YEAH DROP ME A MESSAGE IF YOU WANT TO PLOT<3 

#fh:intro #whoops hi i'm gonna follow the format because I'm basic

[beautiful-bau-beau]

A Crystal Forest

Tale as Old as Time Master list

-

Diana opened her eyes to find herself somewhere she was not familiar. Instead of being tied to the tree, as she was last night, she was wrapped in soft, warm blankets. A purring, obsidian cat laid on top of her legs, his bright eyes coming to meet hers.

“Is Sergio bothering you?” Diana heard the playful voice before her eyes caught sight of the woman who must have saved her. She had dark, shoulder length hair, and fair skin. In her hands, she carried a tray of soup, water, and tea. “He will not bite. How do you feel?” Diana simply stared.

“How were you able to carry me here? You must be extraordinarily strong.” She moved up, trying to get out of the bed.

“Wait, Diana, where are you going?”

“I am going to rescue my son! He’s trapped in a castle and- well you would not believe me.” Diana paused. “How do you know my name? I do not even know yours.”

“Spencer talks about his mother an awful lot.” She smiled. “I am Emily, keeper of the books, when the director is not present, of course. Please, stay and rest. You will need to fill me in on everything, do not be afraid for I will believe you. I am not like the other men and women that fill the town, I know when someone is telling the truth.” Emily handed the bowl to Diana, rubbing Sergio’s head as she began the tale.

- (Your POV)

The harsh wind blew unforgivingly at the sides of your arms, as well as Spencer’s. You were both dressed in warm coverings, your usual dark cape flowing behind you. The two for you were walking outside, watching the birds while you read to him.

“The air is blue and keen and cold The air is blue and keen and cold, with snow the roads and fields are white, but here the forest's clothed with light, and in a shining sheath enrolled. Each branch, each twig…each blade of grass seems clad miraculously with glass.” You looked up to notice how the words seemed to fit perfectly with the winter landscape of your castle.

The ponds were frozen all the way through, icicles hanging from trees. The snow was like a blanket, covering the life that grew beneath it, but in the most beautiful way.

“Why did you stop?” Spencer asked, turning towards you. The cold air seemed to suit him somehow, even if his nose and ears were flushed.

“It is as if I am seeing winter for the first time.” You spun around, eyes taking everything in. “How could I have missed this beauty day after day?”

“When was the last time you saw anything else but snow?” He questioned. You fidgeted for a moment, trying to recall.

“Not for a long while.” You frowned, turning your attention back to the book in your hands. “Above the ice-bound streamlet bends, each frozen fern with crystal ends.”

You tried thinking of summer, spring and fall. You tried to remember the warmth of the sun kissing your cheeks, the buzzing of the bees as they flew to each new flower that bloomed, and tried your hardest to recall the shades of colors the leaves would turn before they fell off the trees.

In your train of thought, you missed Spencer staring at you with a newfound wonder in his eyes. - (Spencer’s POV)

There was something about you that was sweet, shy, and almost kind. Unfortunately first impression were tough to boot and the memory of your angry behavior the past few days remained prominent in his mind. Spencer had to wonder if maybe should give you another chance, seeing as after you had saved him and vice-versa, you seemed so dear and unsure. Maybe there was something about you that he had not seen before.

Never had he seen someone rant so passionately about a book, even when that rant was slandering one of his favorite works. The way you argued against romance was humorous and he somehow he found your interest in the action story of King Arthur to be endearing.

True, you were not as charming as Guinevere, the queen you admired, but you still had a certain charm to you. It was your own type of charm, and it only seemed to fit you. The way you read was intriguing. Your voice conveyed emotion as you recited each word aloud, and you were sure to be clear and crisp with your diction.

He paused when he felt a strange sensation in his stomach. He could not be starting to care for you, could he? No, it could not be, he would just ignore whatever was going on, and refocus his attention upon you.

- (Third Person POV)

JJ and Henry had been outside in the snow when they saw you and Spencer looking cozy together. Other members of the staff had come to join the two, wondering why they were hiding by the roots of a tree only to immediately understand when they caught sight of the two of you.

“Well, who'd have thought?” JJ chuckled softly. A small crowd formed as they doted on the both of you, whispering sporadically.

“Well, bless my soul!” Savannah cried out in glee.

“Well, who'd have known?” Aaron sighed in disbelief.

“Well, who indeed?” Derek countered. “And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?”

“Very peculiar.” Aaron noted.

“We'll have to wait and see a few days more.” JJ nudged her son, a sly smile upon her face. “There may be something there that wasn't there before.”

“What do you mean?” The small boy asked, looking up at his mother. She shook her head, eyeing the couple once more. “I will tell you when you are older, dear. For now, let us take our leave. They need some privacy.”

- (Your POV)

You were in the middle of reading from your book when you heard laughter from far behind you. You turned to see JJ, Aaron, Savannah, Derek and Henry giggling in the snow, having fun even in their object form. A sigh escaped your lips and with a frown, you sat on a snow covered bench. “They know how to have a good time.” Your tone was laced with bitterness. “When I enter the room, their laughter dies.”

“The villagers say that I'm…. funny... but I'm not sure they mean it as a compliment.” Spencer took his hand and removed the snow that rested on the stone before sitting beside you.

“I'm sorry. Your village sounds terrible, full of people who do not understand you or your mother, and for that, they ridicule you both.” You paused, looking at him with sincerity in your eyes. “I apologize for ever calling your mother a thief. From your recitations, her stories sound marvelous.”

“Thank you…” He exhaled, his breath forming a soft cloud above him. “Shall we return back inside?” He stood, holding his hand out to you. With a blush, you nodded and stood on your own, not wanting your fur to meet his skin.

“Will you finish the reading?” You asked, handing him the book, the page still opened on the poem. He took a moment before picking up where you left off.

“For in that solemn silence is heard, in the whisper of every sleeping thing: “Look, look at me, come wake me up, for still here I'll be.’”

-

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[got-to-tomago-blog]

MADISON’S QUESTIONAIRE

*PERSONAL DETAILS*

Nicknames? Maddie. Although I guess technically Madison is a 'nickname' ;)

Where do you live? Right next door!

What’s your age? 17, dancing queen

Hair color? Dark brown

Eye color? Darker brown

Height? really short, like 5'2"

Date of Birth? December 29

What’s your star sign? Capricorn!

Element? Earth probably.

How many siblings? one (1)

How many pets? zero but I already have a bunch of cat names planned out for my future two cats

Obsessions?

    I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you    I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week

Bad habits?

     When my fingernails get too long I pick at it, I procrastinate a lot, and I also get random ticks (ie drumming my fingers, clucking my tongue it goes on)

Phobias? I would say death, but honestly, it's probably life

*ABOUT YOU* What makes you happy?

     Being with friends I trust. Watching an entertaining show/movie/gameplay

What really irritates you?

     Apathetic people.

What makes you sad?

    Me. Capitalism. The pressures and expectations that society puts on individuals.

What makes you angry?

    People who don't care about other people's feelings. When someone says that it's required to stand for the Pledge of the Allegiance. The rampant racism and sexism and honestly discrimination in general that we humans seem naturally so inclined to.    

What makes you scared?

    The thought of how our universe and everything in it will disappear and we humans will only be a blip in that timeframe. But perhaps that isn't really scary.

    New answer: Trump. Guns. 

Who is your best friend? 

   I have like three best friends outside of bdrp: Rose, Abigail and Riley.

Ever broken a bone?

    Nah. The closest is when I twisted my ankle.

What was the last CD you bought?

    I myself haven't bought any. But like as a family, pretty sure it was Legally Blonde.

What was the last book you read?

    Throwback to middle school with the Raven Boy series.

Who was the last person you spoke to?

     The bus driver haha.

What was the last thing you ate?

    Cookies (that Riley gave me) and yogurt. 

What was the last thing you drank?

    The answer should be water, but it's juice.

What’s the best thing you’ve ever bought?

     I'm young I don't really pay expensive things. I would have to say that of the things that I know that I bought is the book Battle Royale.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever bought?

    I bought a lot of food in my life, some pretty crappy.

What’s the best thing you’ve ever been given?

     I love my parents <3. They got me a violin (several but they sold some back), my Bose headphones, and my drawing tablet (that I should use more).

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever been given?

    Idk my parents sort of know what we want and my grandparents can't really give me anything and I don't remember bad gifts from elementary school friends. But our family gifted ourselves a guitar which my mom wanted but promptly said that the strings hurt her fingers so probably that. 

What are your future goals?

    Happiness, success, and love. 

Describe your bedroom?

     It's pretty small and the walls are yellow and pink with a sticker tree with birds it's pretty cool. I have a bed, dresser and a lil vanity table that has a lot of random stuff on it. 

Who do you consider the most beautiful woman in the world?

  Lupita Nyong'o, Song Ji Hyo, Ashley Moore, IU, Emma Watson

Who do you consider the most handsome man in the world?

  Taron Egerton, Avan Jogia, Lee Jong Suk, Song Joong Ki, Dave Franco

Favorite thing to do on a hot summers day? 

  Eat ice cream

Favorite thing to do on a snowy winters day? 

  Eat ice cream (but inside)

If you were granted 3 wishes, what would they be?

  To use the popular loophole, wish for more wishes. If that's not the case, my wishes would be: world peace, no need to sleep, and the ability to focus on what I want to without getting distracted.

If you could go back in time to see or change something, when would it be and what would you do?

Well, if it was possible for Riley to get professional help without trying to commit suicide that would be awesome. 

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Doing the extra credit my freshman year for English so I would get an A instead of a 89. Sitting with someone else in sophomore year math class so it would be entertaining and I could avoid the only B I'm gonna get in math during high school. 

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Doing something about Ryan my freshman or sophomore year. Doing something about Joey.

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Regretting less. 

What’s the first thing you think about when you wake up?

  Going back to sleep. 

Do you believe in the after-life?

  Yep.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?

  I'll be 27, but that also gives me no sense of time. Probably at a nice office job or graduate school.

What’s the funniest joke you’ve ever been told? 

  Nice shoes, wanna fuck? 

or: This fibonacci joke is as bad as the last two you heard combined

Any hidden talents?

    I once fell asleep while standing. 

Dream job?

  My dream dream job would probably be being a popular actress but also 1) that would never happen and 2) that sounds stressful. So my other dream job is being the position right under the CEO of a very successful company.

Who is your hero?

  you <3

Describe yourself in 3 words: 

  Nice (get it? if not I can explain it to you in discord), smart, passionate

*FAVORITES*

Favorite color? Purple and black

Favorite number? 25

Favorite animal? Pandas and cats.

Favorite sport (to play)? Lol. 

Favorite sport (to watch)? I watch football a lot actually. But have you /seen/ badminton games of professionals it's insane

Favorite Show(s)?

  Too much honestly. KShows: Running Man, the Genius, Problematic Men. Western: Miraculous Ladybug, Misfits, Project Runway and Big Brother as my guilty pleasure

Favorite movies?

  Excluding Disney movies because I love all of them, I highly recommend the Cabin in the Woods, Truman Show, 10 Things I Hate About You, and Old Boy. From there, it's like a tree with tons of movie options.

Favorite band?

  The rubber ones that can change into shapes

jk, the only 'bands' I really like are Kpop, so 2NE1 (rip), BTS, Blackpink and Big Bang.

Favorite song?

  I love Savages by Marina and the Diamonds, Crybaby by Melanie Martinez, and Whistle by Blackpink.

Favorite room in the house?

  My bedroom's pretty cool, I just don't spend a lot of time in there

Favorite food? 

  Chocolate. I also like a large variety of fruit

Favorite drink?

  Apple juice hands down. Besides that, there's this Korean drink called 2% that's really good.

Favorite place?

  Bed? Wizarding World in Orlando Studios, Florida was pretty awesome, and South Korea has some great places. And of course, our expensive home Disney World.

Favorite cartoon character?

  Blossom from Powerpuff girls, Kim Possible from well, ya know, and to continue this trend, Wendy from Gravity Falls.

Favorite day of the week? Saturday.

Favorite day of the year? December 28

Favorite season? Fall

Favorite Holiday? Christmas

Favorite girls name?

  Madison (haha) but I also like the name Victoria. ngl Petrana is a pretty good name too.

Favorite boys name? Ryan

Favorite country? South Korea? Countries are pretty problematic tbh

Favorite smell? Dollar bills ;)

Favorite sound? Fire crackling

Favorite accent? Gonna be stereotypical here and say British.

Favorite Ships (in or our of BDRP)?

  Too much to list in bdrp so I'm just gonna go outside BDRP.  Percy/Annabeth, James/Lily, Spartace (from Running Man), Jungwan/Dukseon (from Reply 1988). I’m not a huge shipper tbh.

Favorite Fandoms? 

  All the fandoms I'm in are basically my favorites (except Gravity Falls to a certain point cuz that fandom has a very big 'weird' side). Disney of course, Harry Potter, PJO/Heroes of Olympus, Miraculous Ladybug (a bit). The Genius, Undertale, Cuphead (to another certain extent I don't play it but man the art is gorgeous), Bright Sessions (!)

*PREFERENCES* Coke or Pepsi? I don't drink either, not a huge fan of fizzy drinks

Pen or Pencil? Pen

Day or Night? Night

Cat or Dog?Cat

Summer or Winter? Winter

T.V. or Radio? Radio (gotta listen to those tunes in the car)

Brains or Beauty? Brains

Cup or Mug? Cup

Tea or Coffee?Tea (i'm not a huge fan of coffee either ngl)

Gold or Silver? Gold

Brush or Comb? Comb

City or Country?City

Early or Late riser? Late late

Blond or Brunette? This is bias against black haired people 😔 so blonde

Scary or Romantic movies? ooOooo idk this one's tough. If it was books it would be romance hands down, but since it's movie I'll say scary

Board or Computer games? Computer games

Half full or Half empty? Half full

  Happy and poor or Sad and rich? man this was tougher than you would think. But since it's based off how I don't think I could actually be 'happy' while poor, I will choose happy and poor. 

Glasses or Contacts? Glasses.

Flowers or Chocolates? Chocolate

Love or Money? Love

Hugs or Kisses? Hugs

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And there you have it!

#did i make an aesthetic for and about myself #yes #it's not super well done anyway #like three text boxes in a row would usually never fly with me

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1-28 :)c

Oh sweet mercy give me a bit...

1. Dream job? I used to want to work on the trauma floor eventually, but I’m pretty sure my hands are screwed for dropping things so I’m going to settle for something else that I have a different sort of passion for- art and writing. I’d love to be on the creative team for a game developer some day, whether for concept art, writing, storyboarding, what have you. I’ve got a little ways to go but hey- I’ve got time.

2. Favorite movie(s)? Technically a musical but made into a movie, Repo! The Genetic Opera was fucking fantastic. By contrast any Studio Ghibli movie also has my solid vote.

3. Favorite book(s)? Uhhh less books and more an author but a friend of mine recently got me very invested in Cat Valente’s books and I’m picking through Deathless these days in my free time!

4. Favorite video games(s)? Do you expect me not to say Morrowind? …Its Morrowind. I also like Event[0] a LOT and it’s a shame it seems so little-known.

5. Favorite music artist(s)? Ooooh here’s a list for you. Major Parkinson (of course), Ritual Howls, nearly anything done or performed by Terrance Zdunich (its a good aesthetic), Sleeping At Last, Daedric Tales, Glass Animals, and now Eivørthanks to you :D

6. Hobbies? I’m getting back into metalworking mostly because I’d like to make a knife Because I Can, aaand other than that? Beyond art & writing, I do competitive target archery (or did, can’t afford to get out to practice these days), am a semi-professional vocalist and used to do traveling theatre when I lived in British Columbia. I also code things, but I haven’t been in the right brainspace for a while.

7. Is there a sound you cant stand? Yes, actually, there’s two in particular. Metal-on-metal- Not clashing, but scraping and screeching. Trains, buses, anything that makes that absolutely godsawful fucking screech, and muffled voices in another room. Usually from outside. The kind of muffled where you’re not certain whether someone’s just angry or if they’re trying to get someone to sod off. When you can’t tell if some noise you just heard was a sound of pain or if the neighbors are just getting familiar on the balcony again.

8. Do you have a current obsession? The same one we have every night pinky. Trash Elves from Ash Central. (Though generally, TES)

9. Are you religious? I’m some weird brand of off-brand “WHATEVER WORKS” Pagan liable to collect dead things and have a different altar arrangement and theme every time you visit

10. What are your biggest fears? Uhhhh pass

11. Favorite Youtuber(s)? I don’t follow youtubers tbh but MumboJumbo got me into redstone way back when?

12. Do you drink soda? Sometimes. Give me rootbeer or give me death though, I don’t really like anything else all that much to be honest

13. Favorite food(s)? My Responsible comfort food is a thick-brothed chicken soup/stew and a warm mug of tea. Boring, I know :( I have too many other favourites to list though so I’m defaulting to comfort food #1

14. What infuriates you? way too many things to list here I’d honestly rather not get heavy or political here because there is a lot that infuriates me. Instead, I’m going to go for a simpler “People discouraging others from their interests, ignoring them, shutting them down.” I hate when people hear someone so passionate about their interests or hobbies, and respond with negativity. It costs exactly $0.00 to be a nice person.

15. If you could have three wishes, what would they be? (no loopholes!)First: Enough money. Not an obscene amount. But enough for whatever I may need at any given time. Enough to give to my friends when they need it. Enough to commission an artist I love. Enough to actually live, to be honest. Enough to fund my own transition, and maybe even surprise someone else by funding theirs.Second: An immediate and permanent dismantling of the system that exploits the poor and ‘undesirables’ of society. The system that throws out perfectly edible food, that hoards enough to feed, clothe, care for the health of and educate the entire planet but keeps it because it’s not ‘profitable enough’ for them. Third: Honestly just give me the ability to shapeshift please? I’m using that for minor changes like hair color, skin clarity, eye tone... And more drastic things like animals, I’m totally stealth-ing across borders as a goddamn moose to go visit my friends (Not to mention becoming a bird and hitching a ride on a boat to europe and oceania? Shapeshifting into a cryptid beast to terrify assholes in the dead of night? Sign me the fuck up)

16. Do you like any hot drinks? Tea, coffee, cocoa, cider, mead.... gimme.

17. Is there a certain smell you hate? There’s a very specific type of sterile smell that I hate and associate with some pretty bad times in my life. I also don’t like the smell of peameal bacon and most types of pork in general, something about it makes me incredibly ill. I can only stand regular bacon and sometimes pork loin, if it’s cooked to go whiteish.

18. Gender? uhhhhhhhhhhhhh (some sort of masc-presenting nonbinary)

19. Sexual/romantic orientation? Pan with a complicated relationship towards sex tbh

20. Who do you look up to? This is gonna sound real cliche, but most of the people I looked up to when I was younger wound up hurting me or turning out to be not as good people as I’d thought. I guess I look up to my own image of what I aspire to be, if that makes sense? I pick and choose aspects of other figures, sure, but I feel that it’s a bit different.

21. What would your catchphrase be if you had to have one? “Oh, shit. I’ve done it again. Fuck.”

22. Favorite animal(s)? Cats, ferrets, deer, owls, corvids

23. What superpowers would you have? I’d like to be able to either shapeshift, or be able to single-handedly, accurately, and assuredly alter probability/chance. Because the implications of that are damn near terrifying.

24. Are you superstitious? Very

25. Favorite cryptid? Myself. I’m gonna have to go with the Wendigo, even though I love a lot of cryptids

26. Do you have any stuffed animals? I have a near embarassing amount actually, my two favourites are a kangaroo TY beanie named Pouch, and raccoon I named Twitch. I’ve had twitch since I was 5 and he’s looking good for his age tbh

27.  Do you have any guilty pleasures? There is a terrifying amount of smut I’ve drawn that will never see the light of day

28. Do you like school? I like learning, love it, even, but I don’t think anybody truly, honestly likes school. Not here.

#long post #really fucking long post #maalacath

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REVIEW

The Orchid Throne by Jeffe Kennedy

Forgotten Empires #1

At first I was bored...but...after awhile I became interested and by the end I was eager to read book two in this trilogy. Why was I bored? I found the introduction long and windy without seeming to tell me anything. A bit like the opening words to a Star Wars movie perhaps but without knowing the plot or players I was lost. I began reading and did not connect with either Lia, Queen of Calanthe or Conri, former crown prince of Oriel. Conri spent most of his time bashing people a bit like a Berzerker and Lia seemed a painted doll living in a gorgeous garden that was there to please her and those living on the island paradise.

So...I skimmed and read and then finally I hit the part where Con and Lia meet. She was still cold and calculating and he was a bit of a loose cannon. And I waited and read and wondered. I wondered how the two would eventually be bound together and why and what kind of relationship they could possibly have. And...I think we find that out in book two.

Why do I want to read book two if it took so long to actually get to know and care about the characters? I am not sure. I believe it is because the story grew on me and I want to see how the couple will move forward. I want to find out what will happen to Ambrose the wizard and Sondra the warrior. I want to find out if Con and Lia will find common ground other than providing an heir and taking down the tyrant Anure. And I want to find out that there is more to Con than the oafish warrior he seems at first and if there is warmth in the cold painted doll that Lia seems to be.

Did I enjoy this book? Eventually

Would I read more in this series? Yes

Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press for the ARC – This is my honest review.

4 Stars

Excerpt from The Orchid Throne by Jeffe Kennedy

“Arise, Your Highness. The realm awaits the sun of Your presence.”

The ritual words cut through the thick smoke of the nightmare, bringing me awake with a start. A bad omen that I hadn’t come out of the dreams on my own—and a sign that gave the images the power to linger in my mind, stains refusing to be scrubbed clean.

The wolf fought its chains, howling in hoarse rage, shedding fire and ash.

The sea churned, bloodred and crimson dark, bones tossed in the waves, white as foam.

The tower fell into a pile of golden rubble, then to fine sand, the grains sliding against one another with soul-grinding whispered screams.

I loathe dreaming, where I have even less control than in the waking world. Calanthe Herself sings sweetly to me of the seas, the plants, and the creatures that walk Her soil. But outside our fragile island, the abandoned lands beyond cry like frightened children in the night. I can’t help them. It’s all I can do to protect Calanthe, and most days I despair of being able to do even that.

Still, with no one else to hear them, they call to me in chaotic images, the nightmares dashing me from one dark scenario to the next. No matter how the dreams plague me, I usually wake when the light of the rising sun reddens my eyelids. I keep my eyes closed, pretending to anyone who checks on me that I’m still asleep. Pulling the pieces of my composure together, I listen to the morning song of Calanthe. The birds sitting high in the canopy to catch the first warming rays of the sun show me the sky. The fish swimming in the sea speak of clean water and plentiful food. Even the trees, the flowers, the small insects in the soil all hum to me of their lives.

All reassure me of the balance, that Calanthe, at least, is peaceful and vital.

Only I and the land I’m tied to exist in that time after sleep and before true waking, in what I call the dreamthink, an almost enchanted bubble where I belong entirely to Calanthe. The emperor does not own me. The crying lands he’s orphaned are silent. My ladies have not yet woken me to wrenching reality and the trials of the day ahead.

Dreams always seem to me a terrible price to pay for the succor of sleep. Neither my naturalists nor my physicians seem to be able to explain the purpose of such dreams. And of course, Anure killed all the wizards, so I have none to tell me if magic can answer those nighttime screams. So without answers, and like the exorbitant tithes I’m forced to send to the emperor, I do pay the price, and nightly. The dreamthink is my reward, my time with Calanthe. A gift arising from waking Ejarat of the earth welcoming the return of Her husband, Sawehl of the sun. In the dreamthink, in Calanthe’s sweet communion, I can believe the old gods are with us still, that they haven’t abandoned us. That I have reason to hope.

“Euthalia, wake up. We’re ready,” Tertulyn whispered in my ear. My first lady-in-waiting, doing her duty as always. She couldn’t know she’d woken me from the nightmare instead of the dreamthink. Or that starting my day this way meant it would be certainly cursed.

No one believes in omens or curses anymore. Or hope, for that matter. In this, too, I am alone.

Euthalia is a mouthful, but no one calls me that except for Tertulyn so it doesn’t matter. Only Emperor Anure has the rank to address me by my given name, and I avoid conversation with His Imperial Nastiness to the best of my ability. Tertulyn has called me by my name since we were children, but only when no one can overhear, as etiquette demands.

As if she’d whispered them into my ear along with my name, the concerns of the realm immediately flooded my mind. The emperor’s emissary should have returned in the night and would want an audience with me—something I’d been dreading, as he never brought good news. Rumors had spread of slave uprisings, possibly even rebellion, as unlikely as that would be, that had the emperor both angry and insecure in his power. The worst possible combination in a man like him.

If I believed a rebellion could succeed, I would rejoice in the battle to come. But I had no hope of that. No one could defy Anure’s vast power and ability to destroy the least whimper of resistance, as all those kingless and queenless lands testified, crying their hopelessness to me every night.

No, such rumors meant the Imperial Tyrant would only tighten his fist—one that already strangled us nearly to death. The prospect of worse to come made me inexpressibly weary, and I hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.

Nevertheless, I had to face the day. A realm awaited the sun of my presence, after all.

I opened my eyes and pasted a serene smile on my lips.

Tertulyn—already wigged, gowned, and decked in fresh flowers—stood a decorous three steps back from my bed, hands folded over her heart. All equally polished and lovely as morning dew, my five junior ladies awaited in a ring around her. They’d all been up since well before dawn to dress themselves before attending me. And yet their eyes sparkled as brightly as the birds that had shown me the sun on the sea, pretty painted lips curved in delighted smiles. Though I was only twenty-six, they made me feel old.

If a witch offered me a magic potion to remove the last ten years and restore my youth—and the innocent belief I’d had then, that my life would be a good one—I’d down it without question. Even if it meant my death the next day. No, that was a lie. I would never shirk my duty to Calanthe, not even for such a fantasy. Not without an heir to take my place. No matter how old and tired I felt.

ABOUT THE ORCHID THRONE:

A PRISONER OF FATE

As Queen of the island kingdom of Calanthe, Euthalia will do anything to keep her people

free—and her secrets safe—from the mad tyrant who rules the mainland. Guided by a magic ring of her father’s, Lia plays the political game with the cronies the emperor sends to her island. In her heart, she knows that it’s up to her to save herself from her fate as the emperor’s bride. But in her dreams, she sees a man, one with the power to build a better world—a man whose spirit is as strong, and whose passion is as fierce as her own…

A PRINCE AMONG MEN

Conrí, former Crown Prince of Oriel, has built an army to overthrow the emperor. But he needs the fabled Abiding Ring to succeed. The ring that Euthalia holds so dear to her heart. When the two banished rulers meet face to face, neither can deny the flames of rebellion that flicker in their eyes—nor the fires of desire that draw them together. But in this broken world of shattered kingdoms, can they ever really trust each other? Can their fiery alliance defeat the shadows of evil that threaten to engulf their hearts and souls?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

JEFFE KENNEDY is an award-winning, bestselling author who writes fantasy, fantasy romance, and contemporary romance. She serves on the Board of Directors for SFWA as a Director at Large.  Her most recent works include Prisoner of the Crown and the upcoming Exile of the Seas, from her high fantasy trilogy from Rebel Base books, The Chronicles of Dasnaria, in the same world as her award-winning fantasy series The Twelve Kingdoms and The Uncharted Realms. She is a hybrid author, and also self-publishes a fantasy series, Sorcerous Moons. Her books have won the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Fantasy Romance of 2015, been named Best Book of June 2014, and won RWA’s prestigious RITA® Award.  She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine. Jeffe can be found online at her website: JeffeKennedy.com, every Sunday at the SFF Seven blog, on Facebook, on Goodreads and on Twitter @jeffekennedy.

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The Woman in Black - 1989 - 3/10

looks like the 1980s but with somewhat older-style outfits; exposition mutherfuckerrrrrr;

very slow, fluffy script; oh got the cut is just forward and back as they speak, now we’re close flipping forward and back when its their turn to speak i’m dying. exposition, telling other characters what the audience has already heard; each of these scenes are far too long with so much fluff, Jesus Christ the cuts just throw us into a completely different place with no transition its so abrupt and the jump cuts are infinitely worse fuck half of these are like .5 seconds long, they’re so basic its crazy. some j cuts all of the sudden and some decent direction all of the sudden on this indoors scene wtf lol. then back to awful cuts, apparently just outside and between scenes.

i can’t even focus on the story because there’s so much nonsense filming, writing and acting and jfc.

the 2012 version is only 5 minutes less but this one reaaaaally feels like its length while the 2012 one does not.

the house is just a grey house in a simple marsh, unassuming, boring to look at, the birds chirp, there’s a half-sunken cemetery nearby, the woman in blacks just standing there in broad daylight with a lil hat on her head, her skin like yellow tinted with red around her eyes kinda lookin like the wicked witch of the west, just staring casually at him they giving her a mid-shot and a close-shot and all, got some crooked shaped eyebrows, i think she’s angry? I’d be angry too with that ugly ass velvet donut on my head; she slowly sorta makes her way a few steps toward him, he sprints off and locks the door then turns on all the electrical lights in the house and seems alright; the rooms are tiny and clean cause she only just died (woman in black’s sister) - it’s really not scary - all white and beige with floral designs, boring frames with dark protraits; reminds me of the rooms at the thornton’s house and other old bedrooms i stayed in as a kid; fuck he’s really turning every single light on. he’s drinking again. we’re half an hour in and he’s messing around with some sort of recorder whistling into it and shit - omfg i thought that was leading up to a scare but no. telling the clues of the mystery in these weird cylinder recordings instead of the 2012 letters? he’s drinking again. WHOA hey we got an establishing shot and its a red-bricked house three stories tall with a big ass entrance way and pointed roofs and lots of windows am i missing something wait what happened to the grey house. there’s no scary music, its all light, there’s no suspense its like well here we are, now we’re here, now the marsh is water, there’s fog and horses and he’s nervous and there’s horses and women and children screaming yikesss ol mate looks mildly nervous, they must have hired him for his scared running and dramatic turns, NOW THE HOUSE HAS GREEN VINES ALL OVER IT. i mean he seems passionate about his role he’s tryin his hardest thats for sure. half of its filmed like a stage show - where’d the dog go. continuity needs to like actually be a thing. why do these candles have hats they’re on beautiful candelabras and now there’s more alcohol. for epople who have a butler and a maid on stand-by their tablecloth looks like a crumpled sheet and the lampshades look like they were picked up from the tip and they’re fkn crooked for godssake. we’re 46 minutes in and theres been maybe 25 minutes of actual story. he ran because he was afraid and that sits wrong with him so he wants to go back - now he’s ‘brave but not brave enough’. stubborn muthafucker. his rational friend is like lol you’re a moron, take my dog as companion he’s called spider for some reason. jesus fuck the cuts they get me everytime they’re scarier than anything else i’ve seen. unsurprised i could see the shadow of the camera. oh okay the grey house is the generator room out back that makes more sense. locked doors, ring of many keys but no key will turn. completely wasted mirror angles that were making me actually kinda anxious waiting to see something in them like damn son wasted opportunity. thrilling to watch this guy go through wads of paper not really looking at anything just pushing them around the great lawyer he is conveniently only finding and looking at plot-relevant things. kid crying mummy mummy while the lady just screams horribly - OMG NOW HES telling the recording exactly what we just heard and saw fuck sakee i love this movie its so dumb spoon feeding everyone - naw spider in his beeeeddd 10/10 best actor. nothing scary has actually happened other than weird lady staring constipatedly at him. he out here gon break his shoulder - sprint sprint sprint PACE PACE PACE – THE DOOR IS OPENNNNN ooohhwuuuhohhh and now he has an axe. he’s a fuck load more of a scardey cat than my main man harry potter and its the nursery - A BALLLLLLLL fell from the SKYYYYY and he doesn’t seem too fazed lmao. spiders just chillin on a chair like yep you’re in trouble. creepy old dolls. a kid just said 'hello’ and laughed, like friendly. 'hello?’  and put a toy in his hand. this is actually interesting. whoops the lights have gone out - PROBS CAUSE HE TURNS THEM ALL ON. nothing even scary happened, the kid said hi and clearly wanted to play then he sprinted away and now is panicking trying to find a torch where is he going its not even that dark back at the generator. cause god forbid- - OMG HE:S LITERALLY GO TTHE WHOLE HOUSE LIT UP mate why do you think it all went out omg im crying he’s freaking out about spider running off oh nah nevermind he’s fine lololol he was freakingggg outttt and then just chills immediately and goes back inside. i love this guy he’s trying so hard. the 70s lampshades are swinging from the roof. would be more eerie if it were actually dark and nah gonna just move over that back to him telling the recording exactly what we just saw. every fucking light. every FUCKING LIGHT. he’s lucky he doesn’t have to pay for electricity. this is the third time we’ve heard this crash and the kid and the lady screaming and he’s going angry about it cause its very noisy and he’s lost his mate’s dog whoops. lol whoops his mate found his own dog half drowned in the marsh and is just chill with it. wait this has all happened in a day?? this fuckin guy. ol mates got him rugged up and getting him outta there cause he collapsed in fright from finding the nursery trashed. that’s it. like yeah its spooky but come on man. is this the climax of the movie??? we an 1hr12min in. think they’re only breifly and vaguely mentioning that to see her means a kid will die and has died - how the fuck are you supposed to make her fearsome if you declaw her and take away that which threatens people: the fact she’s out there causing kids to die. floral bed covers. are they seriously not even going to show the dead kid. they’re just chatting. and again wa– holy fuck these people shes like neeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrhhh with a hogwarts cloak on and short curly hair with that yellow face and crooked brows, and he’s got his arms over his face, eyes shut just lying on his bed screaming - fuckin close ass shots i can see up their noses. now he’s taken ill poor mate. also he’s in a different bed?? and now he’s awake and talking some whack shit. has anyone called his wife yet lol. an awesome shot of just him sleeping. and another one. who’s this lady? oh its his wife. what’s she doing here i guess they did call her ahahaha. everything is so bright and blue and white where is the deeeeeath how is any of this scary its just so much chilling out and chatting and lol bye hope you get better have fun talking men. what. the house burned down? what. ol mate seems suss. HE’S SUSS. ol mate definitely burned that shit to the ground. who knows why he didn’t really seem sold on the whole thing but ya know. now they’re wearing like any old clothes they can find. and there’s a soldier too. and they’re training off into the sunset. that woman is not old enough to be this guy’s mother. what. we have cake time. pointless pointless scenes. ooooooooooooooooooooooo he got the ptsd from the horse clackity clack. no woman with hair that perfect sleeps without it in rolls or covered, not back then lol. where’s the deatttttthhh. oooohweeerrroooooo. whats in the box in the box whats in the box todayyy. acting is always 10/10 with this guy, especially the angst and strong emotions. he really doesn’t care for actually investigating these many papers he’s got in these boxes. um. he was in his office. and then the next scene was him entering his office and hanging up his jacket in his office????? wot. THE PAPERS AREN’T IN THE FIREPLACE MATE THEY’RE OUTSIDE OF IT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD HES MAD HES SETTING THE OFFICE ON FIRE HOLY FUCKKKKKKKKK MATE. dude you are so fired. fireman is like yeah i found this jerry can of parrafin you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you. omg omg he’s attacking his boss this is so exciting. i think he’s fired lol. can’t believe he’s not been arrested. what do you tell your wife lmao. how do you get references for another job in this career. her hair is so perfect. she wants to talk, he silences her with a kiss, conversation moves on, he silences her with another kiss - typical. now they’re boating. there’s 3 minutes left. are they gonna drown. omg the jumpcuts. SHES STANDING ON WATER. SHES JESUS. ahahhahahahahAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA DEATH BY TREEEEEEEEEE and i think they did drown omg ahahah my guy, wife kid and baby. that’s fuckin dark. last literally 1 minute of the movie just kill everyone off. what a shit fest i love it.

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