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mentormolly · 1 year
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Life below zero
I’m learning that those who do not live in a cold climate there are certain things that are unknown. I get it, how could someone understand if they’ve never experienced it. For those of you reading who have endured, I welcome your additions. For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure, please understand this is real y’all. Nose freezes- frozen snot Dog doesn’t want to go outside Hair…
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spooksier · 4 months
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some scans from my pandorica radio dev book, i couldnt find any orange sticky notes
☆ pandorica radio out now ☆
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fazcinatingblog · 5 months
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Mel Bragg playing footy :))))
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realitybitesyouknowit · 6 months
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Chapters: 66/66 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Arthur Weasley Additional Tags: Dark Lord Dumbledore, Not So Evil Voldemort (Harry Potter), Riddle gets his sanity back, Time Travel, Dumbledore Bashing, Ron Weasley Bashing, Hermione Granger Bashing, Ginny Weasley Bashing, Molly Weasley Bashing, James Potter Bashing Summary:
When Voldemort hits Harry with the AK in the forest, they both end up at Kings Cross, and instead of Dumbledore waiting for them, they find themselves faced with Death himself. And Death is not happy.
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fic-ive-read · 1 year
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Currently halfway through, it's interesting so far but slightly hard to follow along. The adults seem to be trying to do their job and be The Adults, but there's something going on inside Hogwarts itself (cause duh, it's 4th year lol)
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I’m making a Goodreads for reasons, I’m just scrolling through Nate Stevenson’s comics AND NATE STEVENSON wrote runaways and the run of Jane Foster Thor?!?!? Like I knew about Lumberjanes and Nimona… really I owe the entirety of my queer awakening and catholic deprogramming to Nate.
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Ozzie’s love is reserved only for his clown and his spider and that’s it-
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cryptidclaw · 6 months
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Yellowfang!
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An Adjusted + improved version of my previous design!
She is a dilute tortie bec she has big tortie vibes and also it explains her name!
Character Bio:
Yellowfang
Molly; she/her
Age as of 1st arc's beginning: 10 cycles, 7 moons; ~53 Hyrs
Title meaning: -fang = a cat who is very skilled in battle; they have powerful teeth and jaws and have a biting centric fighting style; this cat is out spoken and have a bite to their words; may have distinctive teeth, most likely extra large or sharp
Warrior -> Healer of Shadow Order -> Healer of Thunder Order
Mentors: Deerleap (Warrior); Sagewhisker (Healer)
Mother: Brightflower
Father: Brackenfoot
Siblings: Nutwhisker; Redberry; Mint; Marigold
Adoptive Sibling: Tallpoppy
Ex-Mate: Star Raggedpelt
Kits: Star Brokenheart; Hope; Wish
Grandkits: Littlecloud; Wetfoot; Brown
Other notable kin: Swampfur (nephew); Blossom (niece); Oak (nephew); Ciderfur (nephew); Stumpytail (nephew); Turtleshell (adoptive niece); Toadfoot (adoptive nephew); Apple (adoptive niece; Marshpatch (adoptive nephew)
Character Summary:
In Progress (to be added later)
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[Image ID: a digital drawing of Yellowfang from Warrior Cats. She is standing with her left side showing, her right paw is raised, and she had a displeased, grumpy scowl on her face. She is a large, stout, long furred molly with a squashed Persian-like face and mustache like long fur on her muzzle. She is a gray and yellow tortoiseshell with yellow patches mostly o her flank and the left side of her face and fluffy mane. She has large yellow fangs front her lower jaw, and pink claw scars running across her face and on her side. she has several green leaves and yellow flowers adorning her pelt as well./End ID]
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emeritusemeritus · 6 months
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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley twins x Reader]
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Part 2
Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14
Title: Vulnera Sanentur
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}
Timeline: DH1- set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.
Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.
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"Harry! Hagrid!" Molly calls out as you all run outside to inspect the noise, wand already extended in your hand as you sense a disquiet, seeing just Harry and Hagrid stumbling towards the house, both looking defeated, drenched and downcast. You felt sick to your stomach at seeing only them return, with no sign of anyone else and no sign of your two boyfriends you were certain that something had gone wrong. "What happened? Where are the others?"
A tense silence falls between you all that seems to linger for hours, though in reality it was mere seconds. Harry's face tells you everything you need to know, his eyes wide and pained as he looks at Ginny in horror.
"Is no one else back?"
"They we're on us right from the start Molly," Hagrid says, clutching his driving goggles in his hand, wringing them instinctively out of nervous habit, "we didn't stand a chance."
You feel a sob rise up in your chest but you push it down, needing to keep yourself strong, not only for yourself but for Molly and Ginny too. Your eyes close on their own accord and you try your hardest to ground yourself, breathing deeply, knowing that Fred and George were strong and capable, though you were terrified regardless.
"Well, thank goodness you two are alright," Molly says in a way that only a mother could. You daren't cast a glance in her direction, already foreseeing the worry and pain that would no doubt be etched upon her face at the news.
"The Death Eaters were waiting for us, it was an ambush," he says trailing off as Molly guides him into the house. You understood that he needed to inform her of what happened but you couldn't help but frown at his uncharacteristic insensitivity. From your peripheral vision, you see Ginny and Harry make their way over to each other and you have to look away, suddenly feeling very out of place. You wrap your arms around yourself, the chill of the night air nipping at your bare arms as you were dressed in only a sundress as you walk back towards the house, needing to find something to keep you occupied to stop your mind from spiralling.
"Ron and Tonks should already be back now, dad and Fred too," she says quietly. You can feel her gaze linger on you for a moment as she says Fred's name and once again you feel something rising up into your chest as you pass the threshold of the house, though you were unsure if it was a sob or bile that threatened to escape.
You walk into the lounge and feel out of place once again, suddenly feeling like you were outside your own body with the worry that gnawed at you, consuming you entirely.
Just then you heard shouts from outside and barely had time to move when you saw a sight that would be ingrained into your mind for the rest of your life.
"Oh my boy," you hear Molly say, though it's distorted and grainy as you are frozen to the spot, dissociated from your own mind and body. You watch in utter horror as Lupin and Harry drag a blood covered, limp George through the door and carry him over to the sofa. Blood is pouring from the side of his head, his clothes already soaked in crimson liquid that makes your stomach lurch. He looks pale and tired, his eyes closed as they place him down onto the sofa. Molly immediately rushes over to him, stroking his hair out of his face as you stand there in complete horror, unable to move or react as you look at your injured boyfriend.
"Y/n," he says in a raspy, groggy voice that tugs at your heartstrings fiercely.
Suddenly, like you'd been snapped back to reality, you rush over to your boyfriends side and kneel down in front of him, delicately reaching out for his blood covered hand as you whisper his name. A sob escapes you as you feel him weakly squeeze your hand three times, acknowledging your words and presence. It was your way of secretly communicating, had been for years, the secret and silent way of saying 'I love you, I'm here for you', that only you and George would know. Tears build in your eyes as you look at him though you fight through them, knowing now is not the time. George needed you and you'd be there for him in anyway he needed.
You hear the shouts and arguing from the group beside you but you hardly even blink, not taking your focus off of George as you gently stroke your thumb over his hand. You immediately cast a summoning charm for the muggle first aid kit you'd packed and it rushes into your hands as you unlatch it and begin sifting through the contents with shaking hands. Finding a suitable gauze, you remove the wrapper and place it in your hand, keeping it ready.
"Georgie," you say quietly with a squeeze of his hand to get him to listen to you, "I'm going to try and numb the pain okay, I'll try everything I can but I need to stop the bleeding."
He squeezes your hand weakly just once, as if showing you that he was listening and giving you consent to try and help. Lifting your wand, you cast a strong numbing spell to the area and hold your breath for a tense moment, hoping that it had worked.
His ear was almost completely missing on that side, only a tiny bit of cartilage remained, framing a large hole that was pouring with blood. There was a large gash that looked to split the skin that looked familiar but you couldn't place how or what would have caused this.
"Georgie, can you feel that? Has it eased?" You ask nervously and finally exhale when he nods just once, the corners of his mouth raising a little as he clearly feels the relief.
"I'm going to hold this compress to the side okay, you'll feel the pressure but it shouldn't hurt anymore okay? I need to stop the bleeding."
"Okay nurse," he says groggily and you can't help but huff a laugh, tears welling once again in your eyes as he starts to become himself once again. You lean forward and press a kiss to his knuckles before reaching over and begin pressing the gauze to the side of his head with as much pressure as is needed, never breaking your gaze between the wound and his face, watching carefully for any sign of pain. He doesn't wince nor cry out which is a good sign that the strong numbing spell has worked and you keep yourself pressed to him, trying desperately to stop the blood flow, not caring that your own hands and clothes were already covered in blood. Molly never moves from the spot and continues stroking George's hair as you set to work.
You pull the gauze away a few minutes later, seeing in completely flooded with blood, though as you look at the affected area where George's ear used to be, you can see that the blood has stopped pouring out but had not fully stopped, falling to a slow trickle that you knew needed to be dealt with soon. You pull the gauze away and prepare another just incase but for now you let the wound breathe, trying to think of your next move.
You hear Remus calm down and pull away from Harry, only to rush off outside as soon as he hears the telltale sign of someone apparating.
You pray it's Fred and Arthur, feeling like half of your heart was still gone and very much in danger but right now George had to be the focus.
In the back of your mind you hear a few more apparitions and only when a familiar sight enters your peripheral vision do you look up.
Fred.
You couldn't bring yourself to fully smile at him, not with George in such a way but the relief you felt was all consuming, a single tear escaping your eyes as he looks at you and then turns his focus to George. He moves like he's being pulled by an invisible string as he makes his way to the couch, absently placing his wand onto the coffee table before kneeling down beside you, between yourself and Molly. His hand instinctively reaches out for you as he pulls you into his embrace, tucking your head into the spot between his chin and his chest that you so perfectly fit into. You don't have any words, but somehow you can wordlessly communicate everything you were both feeling through your eyes, the slight tremble in both of your hands are enough of a clue to work out exactly how the other was feeling. He never truly lets go of you even as you pull away, reaching out to hold onto your hip as he turns and looks at his pale, injured twin.
"How you feeling Georgie?" Fred says quietly, his emotions evident in his trembling voice.
"Saint-like," you hear George mumble and you can't help but look at him with a small smirk, seeing exactly where it was going.
"Come again?" Fred asks, completely bewildered.
"Saint-like. I'm holy. I'm holey Fred," he says, gingerly lifting his hand to point at the wound on the side of his head. "Get it?"
You and Molly share a look, a small but meaningful smile, both of you relieved that he was already making jokes.
Not missing a beat, Fred licks his lips and shakes his head slightly in disbelief. "The whole wide world of ear related humour and you go for 'I'm holy', that's pathetic," he smiles.
"Reckon I'm still better looking than you," George replies, opening his eyes just a little as they flick between Fred and yourself,  "what'd'ya think Angel?" He smirks, looking at you. You laugh and reach out for his hand once again.
"I don't pick favourites," you say with a smile, calling back to your usual reply, "you're both perfect to me."
Fred drops his head onto your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck subtly at the very same time that George squeezes your hand three times once more, his eyes staying open just long enough for you to see a glimmer of happiness. It wasn't the outcome you were hoping for, not by a long shot, but you were so relieved that they were both alive, here with you.
"What gave you away?" Kingsley says to Harry.
"Hedwig, I think. She was trying to protect me," he says with a sigh.
"You know who joined the chase halfway but vanished pretty quickly. Remus he can-" Kingsley says, turning to Lupin.
"Fly," Harry says, filling in the blanks. An unease settled around you all as you listen to the conversation.
"Seems there's been another mass breakout the ministry are keeping hushed. Travers' hood fell when I cursed him, he's supposed to be inside."
"Not the only one that lost his hood then," Remus says sounding venomous, "wish I'd paid him back in kind for that nasty curse but it was all I could do to keep George on the broom, he was losing so much blood."
"Him?" You asked, finally speaking to the larger group at the conversation peaked your interest. If you knew what curse had befallen George, you'd have a greater ability to heal the wound. The words that fell from Remus' mouth were the very last words you expected, a paralysing anger overcoming you at the reveal.
"Snape."
Suddenly, the gash of George's head all made sense. It had looked familiar right away but you couldn't place the unique mark. Only when Remus had explained who has cast such a curse did it all add up in your mind. Snape. Sectumsempra. The very same curse you'd seen Malfoy slashed apart with.
Channelling your overwhelming anger into something temporarily productive, you immediately sprang into action, standing up with such force that you nearly knocked Fred to the ground. You leapt over to your bag and began rifling through it only to become frustrated after not finding what you wanted immediately, knowing that time was of the essence.
"Accio Dittany!" You said, pointing your wand at the bag as the vial shot straight to the top.
Knowing what curse had been used was crucial to the treatment needed, especially if the curse was particularly nasty or uncommon and thankfully you had witnessed an effective incantation that would counter the worst of the injury. The incantation itself was very old and powerful magic, which made you momentarily doubt your capabilities, but this had to work so there was no room for doubt nor time for hesitation.
You bounded over to George who was watching you with confused eyes, as no doubt everyone else was in the room as you knelt down beside him once again. You thrust the essence of dittany into Molly's hands, wordlessly explaining what she should do and with a feverish nod, she understood. You closed your eyes briefly, took a deep breath to steady yourself and began pointing your wand at George's wound, following the lines of the gash carefully, never breaking your concentration as you spoke clearly and evenly, the required song like incantation.
"Vulnera Sanentur, vulnera sanentur, vulnera Sanentur."
You'd observed Snape recite the incantation three times and had read later as you researched what had happened that it was most effective when recited thrice. The first incantation immediately stopped the blood flow before your eyes, the second cleaned and drew away a lot of the blood that littered his skin. Like a magical eraser, the lines you drew with your wand were extinguishing the blood exactly where you pointed, cleaning George of nearly all the blood, leaving only the indirect bloodstains on his clothes. You nodded once towards Molly, never breaking your deep concentration on George and she immediately began placing droplets of dittany over the lines you drew as you spoke out one last incantation.
The third time you had spoken the words in the song like incantation, the wound knitted before your eyes, sealing up the gashes and leaving George with only a singular hole where his ear had been, though it was clean and mostly healed. The dittany would help prevent scarring but there was nothing you could do to replace his ear, knowing that cursed limbs cannot be restored no matter how hard you tried.
With one last precise drag of your wand, you closed up the last inch, with Molly dripping one last droplet of dittany onto the newly knitted skin. As the last syllable fell from your mouth and the last invisible stitch ended, you broke your fixed gaze and fell back onto your haunches, exhausted and panting. You eyes closed instinctively, burning slightly as you’d not blinked the entire time, as you fought to regain the energy you'd emitted as you worked on the wound, having pulled something from inside you that you hadn't even realised was there.
"That, that was incredible," Remus says in amazement after a moments silence, clearly having observed the entire thing. You huffed out a tired laugh, eyes still closed as you took a moment longer to catch your breath.
"I've never seen," Kingsley says, though he doesn't finish his sentence, or perhaps he does and you no longer listen as the redhead beside you begins speaking.
"Princess, y/n, that was spectacular, you, I," Fred stammers, leaning into you as if to comfort you in your exhausted state. "You're a wonder."
You open your eyes and immediately see George looking at you with such a face of adoration that it makes a silent sob build up in your chest. His ear may be gone but the wound already looks as if it was weeks old, knitted and healed in all the right places with only a hint of redness that you were sure would fade.
"Madeye's dead," you hear Bill say behind you and you all turn to look at him with sorrowful eyes, the tone immediately dropping as you realise that you hadn't all made it back. "Mundungus took one look at Voldemort and disapparated."
You rested your head tiredly against George's thigh and never moved from your exact spot on the floor for what seemed to be hours, not even when everyone else was raising a glass of fire whiskey for Moody and then tucking into the feast that Molly had prepared, you stayed right by George's side as he rested.
Remus and Bill had helped move him into his and Fred's old bedroom and had set him up in bed so that he could rest properly. His equilibrium had been severely messed with from his injury and he was suffering with the effects of that. You'd given him a mild sleeping potion that would allow his body to rest as it continued to heal and you'd stayed with him the entire time, not once leaving his side.
"Princess, come get some food," Fred says, leaning against the doorframe, trying to get you to eat but you couldn't, you were sick to your stomach over the events that had transpired, not able to get the sight and smell of George's blood out of your mind. You shook your head and stroked your thumb gently against George's hand that was still entwined with your own as he slept. You feel the bed move as Fred joins you, placing his arm around you as you lean into him, both of you looking at a peaceful George.
"What you did back there," Fred says quietly, "I've never seen anything like that, that was insanely powerful magic, even Lupin said so, you saved him. But now you need to let me take care of you sweetheart, please."
His tone was enough for you to look at him, seeing his hazel green eyes imploring you. You eventually nodded, realising that he was right.
"I'll get mum to come sit with him, if it makes you feel better."
"No need, I'm already here," Molly says from the doorway and you huff out a small laugh as she shuffles into the room with a smile, waving both you and Fred away as she takes your place on the bed.
"Y/n," she says quietly as you begin to exit through the door, casting one last look at George. You pause and Fred instinctively drops your hand from his so that's you can have a minute with his mum as he sets off ahead of you.
"What you've done for my boy, for both of the them, there are no words that I can use to express my gratitude," she says with a sniff.
"Molly," you say, turning back towards her but she just gives you a smile and a little shake of her head.
"I love your sons, more than anything in the world and I'd give my life for them without a moments hesitation. I'd do the same for all of you."
You turn and walk away, preparing to descend the stairs but a hand reaches out for you before you can and you see Fred standing there, pulling you up the flight of stairs with only a wink.
He ushers you into the bathroom and closes the door behind you, swiftly locking it with a flick of his wand as you look at him confused.
"Sweetheart, I mean this with all the love I can muster: you're a mess," he says, eyes looking over at your blood soaked skin and clothes. "Let's get you cleaned up okay? Then we'll get something to eat and we can go and sit with Georgie again yeah?"
You nod, feeling too tired and weak to argue and you see Fred smile at you as he makes his way over to you before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into his chest. "I've wanted this all night."
Guilt suddenly washes over you as you realise how much you'd prioritised George all night and had never truly greeted Fred.
"Don't do that," he says, no doubt picking up on your slight tensing and overall silence. "I more than understand, right? But now it's just you and me and I want to hold my future wife, shower together and wash away the day. That sound good to you princess?"
You nod into his chest and feel him press a kiss to your hair before pulling away to start the shower.
A little wiggle of shame fills you as you think about your shower with George just this morning and how uncomplicated everything was only a few hours ago.
"Can I?" Fred says, tugging at the little straps of your sundress and you nod in reply, allowing him to strip you out of the ruined fabric. This was unusual for Fred, usually he would tease and joke and wouldn't think twice about stripping you down as quickly as he could but not right now, he knew exactly what you both needed and he was being incredibly thoughtful and delicate. You stepped out of the dress as it pooled at your feet and Fred reached around delicately to undo the clasp on your bra, fingers lingering on your skin as he pulled your bra away from your body. There's nothing sexual to it, it's completely and utterly an act of compassion and solitude for you to be undressed together, metaphorically washing away the day.
You finally caught the sight of your reflection in the little mirror above the sink and we're shocked at what you saw. You were naked from the waist up and dried blood seemed to cover your hands, arms and your chest with splatter marks even creeping up onto your face. You looked like something from an awful budget slasher film and the very thought that this was George's blood only seemed to sicken you further.
Fred had gotten undressed as you zoned out looking at your reflection and led you by the hand into the shower, guiding you under the stream of warm water, both of you watching at the scarlet tint washed off your skin and culminated in the drain, spiralling with the waters flow as it washed away.
Your head drops as the emotions of the day overwhelm you, feeling no need nor desire to pretend any longer that you were okay, hidden away with Fred knowing that George was safe and looked after.
Tears brimmed in your eyes making your vision go blurry as the emotional weight of the day overcame you, from having to leave your loved ones this morning, the excruciating weight, the worry and then the pain at seeing George so injured. The tears fell and you were powerless to stop them. Fred immediately pulled you into him, taking the brunt of the shower stream as he cradled you, allowing you to cry in his arms. In the back of your mind you could feel his chest heaving as he let out his own emotions as both of you stood taking in everything that had happened and getting relief from your torment.
"I was so scared," he says a few minutes later as you both finally stop crying, the height of your emotions passing as you still cling to each other. You turn slightly in his arms to look up at his face, his eyes sad and a little red, hair stuck to his face as the water cascades around him. "All I could think of was you. They were all over us, they knew we were coming and all I could think of was that I'd never gotten the chance to propose or marry you like I've always wanted, that I might never get to spend my life with you. I thought of George and how we'd never been apart, and then he was hurt and I was scared again."
You placed your hand on his chest, trying to soothe him in any way you could as he opened up to you.
"We said earlier, spoke about what would happen if one of us didn't make it back, that we'd give you everything that you could ever want, for both of us. Stupid me didn't even realise how close we came to that. I must be the worst twin in the world, didn't even know he'd gotten hurt."
His tone was so sad and stricken that it made you pause for a moment as you looked up at him with sad eyes. Fred was very rarely serious and even in serious times he always tried to make a joke or tease, just to lighten the mood and diffuse the tension. Seeing him so broken and morose without a hint of laughter was almost physically painful for you and you cuddled into him stronger than before, wordlessly letting him know you were there and you were listening.
"You had every right to be scared, I'd have been terrified. Seeing George being carried in, covered in blood... I don't think I'll ever stop seeing it."
He strokes your back slowly as you both vent to one another and you cast your gaze downwards to see that the water is running clear again, no sign of blood left over.
"When you didn't come back," you began to say but trailed off quickly, not wanting to relive it. "I'm just so thankful you're both here with me."
"Can't get rid of me, remember?"
For the first time, you hear the smirk in his voice and it soothes something inside you to hear it once again, knowing that the worst was over and your jokester boyfriends would be back with you soon enough.
"I love you Freddie," you say, pulling out of his arms and looking up into his eyes, needing to feel the force of the connection. He smiles down at you and reaches up to stroke your cheek.
"Not as much as I love you princess," he says, tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. "Right, don't know about you sweetheart but I'm half starved, shall we get something to eat and go sit with Georgie?"
Later that night, the house was in total darkness as each family member and guest turned in early for the night, exhausted from the day. Snores bounced off the walls and blended like a symphony from the various people that littered the Burrow. You were wide awake, lay tightly beside Fred in his childhood single bed as George slept on the other, needing the space for his injury. After your shower with Fred you did feel noticeably better, the conversation had been incredibly cathartic and freeing, though you couldn't deny that something bitter and resentful lingered in your gut, swirling like a obscurus inside of you.
Betrayal and anger had been simmering under the surface for hours, ever since you learnt of the person who had cursed your boyfriend.
You knew what you needed to do.
Climbing deftly out of bed as not to rouse the two men occupying the room, you slipped out of the bed and into the hall, dropping down a staircase to avoid the creaky floorboards on Fred and George’s level, feigning a trip to the loo if anyone would be there to question you. Luckily for you, no one was and so you quickly dressed on the landing, preparing for your journey. You wrote a quick note to your boyfriends and with a flick of your wand, it transformed into a small origami bird that flew up the stairs and would enter their bedroom through the little crack in the door, ready for them to see if they should wake before you returned.
Slipping out of the house was not an easy feat as Hagrid lay sleeping on the floor of the lounge, too large to fit on the sofas and so you quietly uttered a silencing charm in a bubble around yourself and crept through the back door, walking carefully until you were well past the threshold of the house and then falling into a full blown sprint until you reached the tall grass where you could apparate from.
With a loud clack you were gone.
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fernclans · 7 months
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MOON 05. (part 2) (tw; none i think!)
Starring: Cliffpaw (BuddingClan), Flippaw (BuddingClan), Amberpaw (BuddingClan), Dashpaw (BuddingClan) Mentions: Magpiestar (FlintClan)
“May all cats of BuddingClan gather beneath the Echoed Stones for a clan meeting!” A ginger feline called before leaping, landing unsteadily at first atop their clan's gathering place; a set of three stone pillars, one taller than the others, where the leader, deputy, and head mediator would sit once upon a time.
“UGH- finally!” A small rosy brown molly bemoans loudly as she bounds around the grassy slope beneath, claws catching dirt between them.
Another cat strides forward, rolling his eyes when he sits. “You don’t have to say the whole thing every time, y’know Cliffpaw? It’s just the four of us.” Dashpaw teases, shooting the other tom a playful wink to show he’s not being serious.
“It’s better than us completely abandoning the traditions our clanmates died fighting to protect.” Amberpaw sneers, not picking up on the toms’ lightheartedness.
The half-white tom’s cheeky expression dissipates into a flat one of disappointment. “You don’t have to suck the air out of every situation, Amberpaw. Lighten up will you?”
“Could you two wait until after my ceremony to argue?” Flipkit complains, shooting both of them an exasperated look and sparing Cliffpaw from having to break things up himself. Both felines seemed startled at the younger cat's comment, both reacting with their own levels of embarrassment and apologies. 
Cliffpaw clears his throat one more time, dipping his head to Flipkit in appreciation.
“Flipkit, you have reached the age of six moons and are ready to begin your training as a warrior of BuddingClan. From today forward, you will be known as Flippaw; while I can’t act as a proper mentor for you, we will all work together to complete our training as a clan.”
“I won’t let you down!” Flippaw meows back enthusiastically while Dashpaw and Amberpaw call her new name in celebration.
The cheering subsided and the three apprentices looked to Cliffpaw expectantly; there was still one more ceremony which needed to take place. His own.
For once, the confident tom looked uncertain, his remaining yellow eye concentrating down on his paws. “I, Cliffpaw, feel as though I’ve completed my training and that I am ready to take the full responsibility of BuddingClan’s first full warrior.” Not that he hadn’t done so already moons prior. “Though, to be honest, I’m not sure what I should call myself. Since I was a kit I always imagined Magpiestar being the one to do it, I hardly spared the thought of thinking of what I would want it to be.”
“You could just skip a step and call yourself Cliffstar.” Dashpaw meows jokingly.
Cliffpaw grimaces. “Even if StarClan didn’t smite me for that, I’m not sure I feel ready to call myself leader- not in that way.” He was a leader, but he didn’t feel quite like he could be the leader. "Besides, I haven't even trained an apprentice yet."
“How about Clifftalon? Or Cliffsnarl? Something cool and intimidating!” Flippaw chirps, eyes shining.
Amberpaw chuckles beside her. “Do you think Cliffpaw is intimidating?”
“Do you think Cliffpaw is cool?” Dashpaw jeers.
“Well I don’t, but other cats might.” The youngest of the four explains.
“Hey--! Come on!” Cliffpaw perches on the edge of the stone, tail swishing behind him. His vision spins slightly as he looks between his clanmates, claws sinking into the stone and moss for stability.
“Right, sorry.” Amberpaw shakes her head, looking up at him and taking notice of his unsteady state. “Do you want to get down? Dashpaw’s right, it is just the four of us…”
Cliffpaw shakes his head, regaining his former posture. “No, not until we settle my name.”
“What about Cliffstone?” Dashpaw meows, almost seeming sincere before following it up. “Because once you’ve set your mind on something, you’re as stubborn as one.”
Cliffpaw begins to grow frustrated. “I’m not that stubborn.”
“Yes you are! Only a cat as stubborn as you would make it back home with that kind of an injury still fresh.”
“Dashpaw kind of has a point.” Flippaw interjects. "He would've let CypressClan take care of him until they forced him to leave." All but Dashpaw laugh, the brown and white tabby tom feigning offense for dramatic effect. The moment subsides, leaving them back to where they'd began.
Amberpaw hums thoughtfully. “How about instead of stubborn, we can say reliable? Even after you were gone for days, we were sure you were coming back.”
Cliffpaw seems taken by surprise, a warmth filling his chest. “How sure?”
“As sure as the stripes on your back.” She smiles.
Cliffpaw goes silent, tapping his tail rhythmically against the pillar while in thought. “...how about Cliffstripe?” 
“‘Cliffstripe’?” Flippaw echoed. “Isn’t that a little… basic? Come on, Cliffpaw! You fought a WOLF for StarClan’s sake!”
The dark ginger tomcat bristles somewhat, forcing his fur to go flat before replying. “We lost everything to those monsters- I won't give them my name too.”
Silence again fills the grassy slope, all cats feeling heavy under the weight of the past five moons. It's Amberpaw who breaks the silence again. “So, Cliffstripe, right? I like it.”
Dashpaw speaks next. “Yeah, it suits you.”
“Mm. It’s fine.” Flippaw pouts, just hoping that her suffix will be different.
Cliffstripe gives a weary smile, slowly easing his way onto the soft ground. He brushes against each of his clanmates, a deep purr rumbling in his throat while they depart.
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ive been playing a lotta clangen recently and heres my clan.  more info on everybody under cut :3
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first there’s the leader rosestar and deputy podflight. they’re close in age, but only really became friends as apprentices, and they’ve been pretty much inseparable every since. rosestar is a very silly average guy, a bit awkward at times but he really does mean the best. podflight is a bit more serious and stern, but she can also be a lot of fun and tends to command respect around her. they’re both getting kind of old, and recently rosestar’s memory has gotten kinda wonky, and he tends to be very confused. podflight tries to be supportive, keep the clan at ease etc, but it’s becoming increasingly obvious how unstable rosestar has gotten, and it causes the clan to be on edge.
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one of the medicine cats, sharppath. he’s a bit strange and quiet, tends to keep to himself, but he really does mean the best. he started out as a regular apprentice, but had always shown an interest in herbs, so when he asked to change positions there wasn’t really anyone arguing against him. however he lacks a connection to starclan and rarely receives any kind of omens or prophecies. he doesn’t really let it bother him, and the clan doesn’t mind too much since his healing skills are genuinely very good.
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these three are kind of the “main characters”, or at least the ones i kept my eye on the most. they’re all littermates, and they’re very close as kits. when they become apprentices meadowpaw and birchpaw start receiving frequent messages/notes/signs/whateva from starclan. birchpaw is much more fascinated by this, and has always kind of shown an interest and preference towards being a medicine cat (she never changes from a warrior apprentice though), but meadowpaw actively ignores the signs since he wants to be a warrior. he tries to talk to his sisters about his visions and dreams, but molepaw doesn’t really understand them/how to help, and birchpaw just talks about her own experiences. about halfway through their apprenticeships birchpaw dies in a dog attack, and after this meadowpaw starts feeling pressured to take on the medcat role because his sister can’t. he decides to change positions pretty much right before he’s made a warrior, and starts training under sharppath. the first months are pretty rough on him, because of his sister’s death, and him and molepaw(moledrift at this point) start growing distant. they manage to reconnect a little when they’re older, but they never really become super close.
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jaggedflight and skywing are two peas in a pod, really close brothers. emy is a loner who joins the clan in search of a community, and he becomes good friends with both of them. unfortunately skywing is murdered, and this takes a massive toll on jaggedflight. after his brother’s death him and emy become a lot closer due to their shared grief. burm joins the clan pretty soon after skywing dies, and since he’s pretty young jaggedflight offers to mentor him in order to get his mind off his brother’s death. burm has a pretty similar personality to skywing, and this helps him bond with emy and jaggedwing, and the three are kind of this middle aged father trio. like you get the kind of vibe i mean right. just terrible jokes and old stories thrown around.
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these four all join the clan around the same time, and because they all feel a little left out they get to bond!! hazelspirit is a calm and careful molly who joins the clan with her kits. she tends to help around the medicine den. thistlepelt is kind of an anxious and traumatized cat who joins the clan to ensure his kits have a good, safe life (hashtag girldad), and overtime he gets to kind of heal and become happier. yellownose and oscar both just kind of stumble across the clan. yellownose is a very prickly fella who tends to complain about almost everything. oscar tends to be much quieter and calmer, and he (+thistle and hazel) often goes around to apologize about yellownose’s behavior.
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because hazelspirit and thistlepelt’s kits are around the same age, the four of them tend to be glued together. blossompaw and lowpaw are both very excitable and adventurous, and tend to think up fun ideas or games, and since leopardpaw and beetlepaw are a bit quieter, they tend to go along with the former twos’ antics
the actual timeline isn’t laid out here very well, i may do that at a different time, but i wanna say just in case that skywing dies a good chunk of time before rosestar’s dementia kicks in
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mentormolly · 1 year
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Happy New Year!
I pray that 2023 is a great year for you! I’m working on new posts for 2023 and hope to be more active again. stay tuned I’m still hashing them out)
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can you give us more info on Spottedleaf’s Plague and the events leading up to the beginning of the first book?
Sure! Spottedleaf's Plague is still pretty loose right now, I have an ending in mind but the central theme is still up in the air. It's one of my looser planned SEs, it rotates around in my head like a microwave but it's still uncooked.
(Horrible Histories Plague Song Tune)
The intro is largely Spotty, Red, and Tiger as apprentices.
Whitestorm is a young warrior above them, and the cool older cousin of Red and Spotty
A lot of the dynamic is established. Spotty and Tiger are BESTIES and cradling a mutual crush, Red is kind of a snappish, awkward apprentice
Redtail is trans and is going to transition about midway through this book btw
Thrushpelt is Redtail's mentor. Thistleclaw is Tigerpaw's mentor. Unsure who is Spottedpaw's mentor; looking to pick a molly here.
Growing up, Spotty has to deal with how her crummy uncle Thistleclaw suspects her of being halfclan and has basically become intolerant of his sister, Rosetail, for claiming Queen’s Rights
Tigerpaw is picking up a lot of this
Thistle is a violent, abusive person who subjects Tigerpaw to intense training. Spotty is usually the one patching up his minor injuries
The worst of them happen on the day the Parable of the Thistle is written. He's covered in horrible prickles all over his face, and his paws are cut up
This sends him to the Cleric's Den, which is where Spotty eventually falls in love with the idea of being a cleric.
Featherwhisker is AMAZING, he's so funny and wise, she wants to be like him super badly.
Through hanging out with him, she learns she is absolutely fantastic with rituals. She can draw a perfect circle and has a knack for invoking the warriors of StarClan.
But... more than ever, she is losing Tigerpaw. If she becomes Cleric, they can never be mates, or go to battle training, and they'll spend less time on patrol together
More than a possible romantic partner, she is losing a friend, as he's sucked further down the hole Thistleclaw is digging for him
Bluestar became deputy, and then leader, in less than a month. This was towards the end of Spotty's apprenticeship.
She is overjoyed for this, because Blue is her mom's best friend, and Featherwhisker's choice. (and possibly her mentor's mentor, if her warrior mentor was Frostfur)
Big timeskip at a point, because there are 4.5 years of general peace under Bluestar.
The next big event here is the titular plague, which I'm still unsure of what the disease is specifically. HOWEVER, it is going to be the same plague that Runningnose starts in TPB so I'm planning to play loosely with it, to make its rules easier on myself.
It's either a disease like rabies, or black death.
Possibly a mix of both. Frothing Death?
Info: This disease has some kind of obvious physical symptom but is infectious before that point. It has a survival rate, but can stunt growth. Adults and adolescents are more vulnerable to it than kits and elders.
It spreads first by bat, but is spread further by fleas.
Spottedleaf and Featherwhisker are working themselves to the bone to care for every sick cat
Spottedleaf is taking every waking moment to beg for help from StarClan. They're not totally useless and do manage to get her some good pointers
And then, while tending to Leopardfoot, Featherwhisker gets Anime Blood Cough Disease or whatever I make the symptom LMAO
Tigerclaw loses his mom and Spotty loses her mentor
When she tries to invoke him, StarClan does not send him down.
So... she channels him instead. And he pops up.
StarClan sent him to the Dark Forest even after he died tending to a patient, for his constant disregard of the code and siring a child with a kittypet while on the vow (Frostfur)
That Shakes Her Up A Bit
The final scene, I can see it perfectly in my head:
Tigerclaw finds Spotty while she's still stumbling around, dazed by her revelation, reconsidering everything she's ever thought about morality, StarClan, and the meaning of life. He's furious out of pain and basically trying to provoke her by asking if her path of the Cleric was all worth it
She couldn't save his mom and she couldn't save her mentor, or any of the like 1/4th of ThunderClan that died
And she hears this and like, this Fool. This Stupid Man. He doesn't even know the half of it.
So she starts laughing, because she's Spotty. Shaking her head, returning to her old self, gets her paw on his big ass shoulder (she has to reach up he's so tall)
Paraphrased:
"Nothing matters! Even the things we can change are nothing in the long run! Everyone will forget our names someday and you can be the best clanmate in the world or die trying, we all get buried in the same dirt! My claws can keep us here a little longer but yours can't dig us up and all that matters is what *I* KEEP PEOPLE JUST A LITTLE LONGER AND NO STARS OR WARRIORS WILL TAKE THOSE MOMENTS FROM ME"
Claws dug into his fur Tigerclaw is a bit speechless. Same Old Spotty. "...i apologize, my friend. I was... crass."
Spotty: "s'allright. Im sorry about your mom. Wanna get lunch?"
And that's what I've got so far. I want to keep its ending a bit raw and abrupt, because it's got this budding vibe that Spottedleaf's story is about the life she lived and the moments she's collected within it. Something about the absurdity of it all, how 'wasted' effort isn't totally wasted, and the beauty within just having a person for a little bit longer.
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A full character analysis on DAVE YORK from the film THE EQUALIZER 2.
I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to learn more about the character. 🖤
FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO'S CHARACTERS ANALYSED
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FULL CHARACTER STUDY:
Basic Details:
Full Name: David York
Nickname(s): Dave
Appears in: The Equalizer 2, 2018 (first appearance on screen seen on Susan's laptop at approx. 30:14, full appearance seen at approx. 33:46)
Age (if known): 43 - (Although this was the age Pedro was himself when he filmed his scenes, and Dave's DOB is listed the same as Pedro's, 2nd April 1975, so Dave's age may be incorrect. This was found via Dave's character Wiki page, see the bottom of this post for the link.)
Nationality: American - specific dialect unconfirmed, however Dave appears to live in Washington DC
Sexuality: Straight
Family: Wife, Carol, and two young children, Molly and Alice. Molly is the elder of Dave's two daughters, ages unconfirmed
Spouse/Partner: Carol York, wife
Relationship Status: Married
Current Living Status: Deceased - Killed by Robert McCall
Languages Spoken: English
Education: Not confirmed, although as Dave worked for the government, he would have needed to have at least completed high school/college education as a minimum
Occupation:
Job Role/Title: DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency) Agent, former Black Ops Operative, private hire mercenary
Special Skill(s): Tactical, artillery, intelligence/surveillance work, field work, military experience
Notable Colleague(s): McCall, Ari, Resnik & Kovac, later worked with Susan Plummer
Distinguishing Features:
Tattoo(s): Flower tattoo seen behind left ear in the park scene with McCall (Pedro's own), however this is later covered up in another clip in the same scene, so whether this is meant to be a deliberate feature for Dave or not, remains unclear
Piercings: None
Scar(s): Scar on right wrist to mid forearm from previous explosion injury
Other Markings: Freckles on neck
Eye Colour: Brown
Prominent Feature(s): Clean shaven face
Injuries: Dave sustains several injuries before his death: an injury to his right arm when he was caught in a hotel explosion around seven or so years ago. Dave hits the back of his head when he is blown across the tower, which dazes him. He also loses a tooth when McCall elbows him in the jaw. He has his left eye gouged out by McCall shortly before he dies. He is also lacerated four times by his own knife that McCall uses. He looks to be lacerated on his left upper chest/shoulder, his right side arm, left thigh and right side leg; these lacerations look to slice through nerves rendering Dave unable to move, before he is stabbed in the lower left third rib; a close quarter technique - the same way Dave killed Susan. McCall then kicks Dave off the tower and he hits the rocks with the back of his head, resulting in death if he hadn't already yet died. The tide then washes his body away.
Hair Colour: Brown
Dave's scar on his right arm, as pictured below in this film still:
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Personality:
Traits: focused, ruthless, smart
(From Dave Wiki Fandom Website) Prior to the events of the Equalizer 2, Dave York served in the U.S. military. At some point, either while still in the military or shortly after his discharge, Dave was recruited into the DIA, and became part of a covert black ops team which consisted of Resnik, Ari, and Kovac. Dave also met former U.S. Marine Robert McCall, who became his team leader, mentor, and close friend. He also befriended fellow DIA agent Susan Plummer. For seven years, Dave and Robert worked together on many covert operations for the DIA. According to Dave himself, most of these operations involved assassinations.
Despite Dave and Robert's close friendship, Robert who had become disillusioned with the DIA and wished to be with his wife, decided to fake his own death. While on a mission in a foreign country, Dave witnessed, what he believed, was Robert being killed in a car bombing (website says 'car bombing' but Dave says 'when that hotel came down on us' in the film, so it's possible the blast from the car bomb destroyed the lobby that Dave was standing in). Three months after Robert's alleged death, Dave's black ops team was then shutdown by the government. Despite this, Dave continued working as an agent for the DIA and worked closely with Susan.
Unbeknownst to Susan and the DIA, Dave secretly went rogue, as he felt disillusioned by the government's decision to shut down his black ops team. He and his former teammates decided to go private and utilized their skills to become assassins and hitmen for hire.
Dave has a cabin that he mentions to McCall in their conversation in the park where he takes his wife and kids for vacations, although it is not stated where this cabin is exactly.
On outer appearance, Dave is a family man. He lives in a suburban house with two cars, a wife and two children and a modest job in the DIA. He is seen taking out the garbage bins and helping his youngest daughter with her homework at the dining table. He refers to both his wife and daughter affectionately as "baby."
Fashion/Outfits:
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Outfit 1 - (Opening scene on laptop) Blue suit jacket, white shirt, red and white/silver striped tie
Outfit 2 - (Belgium crime scene) Blue textured two-piece suit, white shirt, red embossed tie, black shoes
Outfit 3 - (Hotel lobby & elevator) Brown three-quarter length trench coat, grey pants, brown belt, blue shirt, red embossed tie
Outfit 4 - (Jogging the park) Blue navy jog pants, blue Adidas trainers with white sole stripes, grey workout jacket, grey round neck t-shirt
Outfit 5 - (On phone to McCall) Dark navy blue two-piece suit, white shirt, blue tie with red dots, black shoes, American flag pin on lapel
Outfit 6 - (At home in his kitchen) Light blue long-sleeved shirt, black slacks, black belt, black shoes
Outfit 7 - (At Robert's House) Black beanie hat, black zip up jacket, black cargo pants, black boots
Outfit 8 - (Final showdown) Green camo soft fleece jacket, black cargo pants (in some scenes they appear dark green), black boots, black fingerless gloves
Accessories: American flag pin badge, black mobile phone, plain gold wedding band on wedding finger, watch on left wrist
Weapons Used:
Weapon(s): (Exact weapons pictured below)
Dave's hand gun is a Beretta M941 9x19mm
Dave's Rifle is a Daniel Defense MK12 with a separate mounted periscope
Dave also uses a knife to stab Susan in the lower third rib, known as a 'close quarter technique'. which would result in almost instant death from a punctured lung. It was a two millimetre stab wound, resulting in a thin blade used.
Dave has a knife he uses in the final fight with McCall, with a black handle and slate looking blade
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Modes of Transport:
Vehicle(s):
Dave has two cars parked on his home driveway: a 2017 white/silver Mercedes-Benz GLS 450 which Carol drives, and a black Chevrolet, possibly either a Malibu or a Cruze model, although not confirmed as we don't see him actually drive it. License plate reg looks to be ZX36S3, custom plate made for the film.
Dave is sitting in the driver's seat of a 2017 Silver Ford Taurus outside of McCall's house.
Dave is passenger in the same 2017 Silver Ford Taurus later when he tracks down McCall.
Dialogue:
🗨 See Dave's full dialogue from the film, including deleted scenes.
Further Character Links (if any):
Pedro Pascal Soundbites The Equalizer 2, Equalizer 2 Behind the Scenes Through Antoine's Lens: The Cast, Equalizer 2 Action Scenes Breakdown, Building The World of Equalizer 2
Dave's Wiki Villain Page
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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO'S CHARACTERS ANALYSED
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picklebunbun · 2 months
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adoptive parent! reader + kenny, karen, and kevin
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_____________★彡✩ミ★_____________
hc or oneshot/series?: Headcannons
gn reader, they/them prns
genre: bit of angst, fluff
romantic/platonic?: platonic
fandom: South Park
cw: mentions of abuse, mentions of child neglect, mentions of horrible living conditions
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scenario
you’ve heard of how horribly these three kids at south park were being treated, you’re heart immediately ached for them
they were all staying at a foster home, yiu’ve decided to adopt them
their clothes were raggedy with a few hole here and there, they had dirt all over their bodies and looks like they haven’t in years
actual hc
when the three went to your house, it was basically luxury than the house that they used to live in. Touching every little thing in your house
even though he’s the oldest out of the three, Kevin had no idea how to bathe himself or brush his teeth, so when teaching him these things, it was basically like mentoring a toddler
it certainly was nice to eat something other than half eaten poptarts and ice, you actually had a shocked face when seeing how skinny all of them were
Kenny would actually like a room with his little sister, he was always terrified that something would happen to Karen and he wouldn’t be there to stop it
Karen would make you play dress up with her, since she could actually get dolls and dresses. Karen definitely uses up all her princess makeup {not that good on actually putting it on}
During dinnertime, it was really hard to get used to, Karen always got scared of being yelled at for saying anything. Honestly, “dinnertime” back at the old house always made Kenny sick in the stomach but was pleasantly confused when it really wasn’t as bad as he thought
all of their moods significantly approved, even looking and smelling better at school. A lot of students were confused on how different they looked
it would be very wise to block out any 🌽 sites, just incase
the first month/week was extremely tough, it was pretty hard to get them to fully trust you, it’s not that they’re ungrateful, they’ve just gone through so much that it’s difficult to
When they do, it’s really nice, you get to have one-on-one conversations with you. It’s also nice to see them comfortable in your house rather than stand in the corner, scared
Kenny’s friends talk about the sudden change “is that your new parent?“ “yeah they’re really sweet!“ “thank god we don’t have to smell you anymore“
Kevin really likes racecars and comic books, he never had a chance to become an actual teenager and mostly fished with his dad, which he didn’t really like. So, when you bought him those things as a surprise for his birthday, he was absolutely estatic, jumping up and down
Karen likes getting her hair brushed, ever since she saw tangled, she sang the “healing“ song everytime you brush her hair. Karen also wears her Rapunzel tiara all the time, she likes the way it looks!
It was a little confusing seeung Kennt in a princess costume, but it really doesn’t matter, if he wanted to be a princess then he can {even if it’s for a stupid roleplay} you did his make-up and everything, which was nicely done may I add
In all seriousness, you seriously saved them, they can finally be normal kids and not have to worry if they have to eat the grass to survive tommorrow
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inspired by people like @bitterclan and @poppyclangen i decided to draw my dumb little cats as well!
HillClan was left with dangerously few cats after a landslide hit their camp with a force no one could have predicted. Most of their numbers buried under the rubble, the cats that made it out unscathed begin to dig out those they can yet save.
Hailstar, the leader, was only appointed a few moons prior after the passing of Nightstar, an elderly molly that had been leading HillClan for many seasons. He has always been a small and sickly tom, but with a deep sense of morality, which is the reason Nightstar chose him as her deputy. Despite his confidence in his abilities, he is beginning to doubt himself in the face of this catastrophe.
Ravenfreckle replaced the former deputy, Hailstar choosing him for his conviction and fierce attitude. He was one of the few not hit by the landslide, working tirelessly for days to dig out both survivors and deceased. What the clan doesn't know is his strong bond to the Dark Forest, the ancestors having trained him since he was but a child.
Wildclaw is an adventurous soul, not formally trained as a healer. But, due to the fact that as an avid keeper of lore he had been working closely with the deceased healers, he offered to take up the role until someone more suitable came around. Tending to injuries caused by the landslide has proved challenging, but Wildclaw has never been one to back down easily.
Riverwhisker is the only warrior left alive. A nervous tom, he's spent his life fixing barriers and building dens - the landslide all but destroyed his life's work. Now he must hunt and patrol alongside his clanmates to keep HillClan running.
Mudpaw, the oldest of the apprentices, hasn't lost her playful spark in the wake of disaster. She is as rough and rowdy as ever, even if she doesn't agree with Hailstar's choice of her new mentor. But is she truly as unaffected, or just keeping up appearances?
Cloudpaw knows he should he proud to now be training under Hailstar, but he's far too busy imagining what horrors almost befell him and the others who are left. He's been terrified ever since the landslide, often refusing to come down from boulders and trees and claiming he feels more secure up there.
Featherpaw already had to change mentors only days after being named an apprentice, leaving her nervous and unsure of what's to come. She is, however, a sweet young cat, quiet and attentive and easier for Riverwhisker to handle than Mudpaw would be.
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