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Gilded Serendipity - (tom riddle x oc)

Part 2/10: "I can see you"

Story summary: A summer meant to be spent in the tranquil seaside mansion of Rosier's was not supposed to sway hearts like rustling leaves. Sereia Nova was most definitely not supposed to feel drawn to Tom Riddle. Yet August had a way of weaving chaos and desire together, only to dissolve into the shadows, leaving behind a bittersweet aftermath- an ephemeral illusion of love.

PART 1

chapter warnings: tension, talk of sex? kissing.

A/N: this is over 4K words, soo have fun reading and let me know what you think.

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Beneath the tender caress of the morning sun, Sereia floated weightlessly in the sea, its gentle warmth a soothing balm against her skin. Occasionally, she would let her hands weave through the water, and watch how the sunlight danced upon the ripples, casting a golden spell upon the waves.

Yet as always, it was not long before her tranquility was disrupted. Booming laughter and loud voices were indications that her time in solitude was now over. She distinctly heard Antoine tell everyone snarkily, "I told you she would already be in the water."

She switched from her floating position so she could stand upright, and shielding her eyes from the sun, she waved at the group. "Took you sleepyheads long enough!"

Antoine huffed, discarding his shirt carelessly and slowly making his way over to her into the sea. "You're one to talk, you narcoleptic freak."

She stuck out her tongue at him in response.

With languid strokes of his toned arms, he swam up to her, occasionally casting a glance over his shoulder at the others who were still acclimating to the sea's temperature. "Just get in, you cowards!" he shouted, his words spurring Abraxas to dive headfirst into the water, with the rest of the group following suit. The blonde surfaced beside them, shaking his head and elegantly running his slender fingers through his platinum locks. Sereia looked around and realised she could not find any sign of the wizard whom she had been anticipating to see. "Where is Riddle?"

It was Abraxas who answered her. "Said he would not be able to join us for a swim. Some matter to take care of."

Walburga groaned. "What matter could possibly occupy him? We are on holiday! It is time to do nothing but sleep, swim, and drown ourselves in the finest wine."

Sereia chuckled. "Careful there, Wal. You're starting to sound like Avery."

In response to her jab, Avery playfully splashed her. "Hey! there is nothing wrong with that."

It seemed Walburga was not letting the matter rest. "Yes, but what is he doing? Why can't he just not do anything for one moment?"

"This is Tom we are talking about, Wal. He would rather befriend a house elf than let himself relax."

Sereia lounged in the warm water with the rest of the Slytherins for a bit more, and as she began to feel the afternoon rays of the sun starting to burn her scalp, she knew it was time to head inside before the heat gave her a stroke.

"I am going inside before I melt to death." She announced, eliciting disappointed grumbles at her departure.

"But we just got here!" Dahlia protested. "Stay a bit more."

"We could always go for a night swim." The girl winked as she slicked her wet hair back, earning a mischievous, approving smile from the girl. She slowly made her way out of the water before producing a towel to wrap around herself. Digging her feet into the sand and letting herself dry under the scathing sunrays for a little bit, she watched with a small smile as Antoine wrapped his arms around Dahlia and dunked them both underwater.

Smooth little fucker.

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The library was quiet as she clicked the door shut behind her. She padded over to the shelves lined up with books to take her pick for the day, her fingers grazing the spines of the volumes as she contemplated her options. They halted once a certain one caught her attention— Secrets of The Dark Arts.

Sereia's brows furrowed as she tugged the book and her eyes fell on the cover. She never knew the Rosiers possessed restricted books about the Dark Arts. She made a mental note to ask Antoine about it later, but at that moment, her curiosity was gnawing at her, so caving in, she opened the book to scan its contents. That was until a figure emerged from the shadows, materialising like a whisper.

"Discovering the secrets of dark magic?" His low voice sounded behind her, once again, startling her. She spun around to see Tom Riddle, leaning against a desk as he regarded her with an ominous look in his eyes.

Her heart caught in her throat. Not only because he had frightened her, but because she found him sinfully attractive in that position, with the sleeves of his button-down shirt rolled up. The girl cleared her throat and tried to appear nonchalant as she replied. "Well, I believe secrets hold a certain fascination."

Tom's brow quirked. "Fascination or danger?"

"Perhaps they are one and the same."

"And do you enjoy delving into danger?"

Sereia paused for a moment. "I wouldn't know...but perhaps I would not be opposed to finding out."

He cocked his head to the side, appearing intrigued yet strangely pleased with her reply. Sereia got the sense that their seemingly clandestine exchange was laced with an unspoken tension that hung heavy in the air. The world around them faded into obscurity, leaving only the charged atmosphere between them. His eyes traced the droplets sliding down her wet strands of hair onto her chest, and he swallowed when they trailed down the top of her dress.

Sereia's gaze dropped to his hands clutching the edges of the table he was leaning on. Her eyes unconsciously traced the slender fingers adorned with rings, his thumb which was lightly grazing the wood and her cheeks grew hot at the obscene thoughts that most definitely should not have passed through her mind. Ripping her stare away from his very alluring hands, she took in a deep breath.

She was the first to break the tense silence. "You did not come to swim."

He hummed pushing away from the table. Sereia's eyes tracked his movements, watching him approach the shelf and absentmindedly browse the books while standing beside her. "I wished to read instead. It seems a much more fruitful use of my time."

She could not resist the urge to huff. "But it is summer. You can read, yes, but you should also indulge in the warm weather and the sea."

He turned to regard her for a moment, and the girl sucked in a breath as his eyes traced all over her form. His eyelashes fluttered, so dark against the paleness of his high cheekbones as he stared down at her. Then, as if entertained by some idea, he smirked. His smirk was dark and full of amusement and drove her just a bit insane. "Maybe I will."

She flushed under his stare and was about to come up with a witty remark when the door burst open. Alarmed, she jumped back from the sudden intrusion, yet Tom remained the picture of indifference as if he had not been caught off guard. The eye contact between them broke, and Sereia turned to face their intruder.

Walburga Black could not have looked more pleased to see someone in her life.

"Tom! There you ar— oh, Sereia? What are you doing here?" Perplexed eyes flickered between her and Riddle, and Sereia subconsciously widened the distance between them. Walburga's calculating gaze was piercing as she tracked every minuscule movement, and the girl felt uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of her unpleasant confusion.

"I was just getting a book," Sereia replied after a moment of pregnant silence, awkwardly pointing at the shelf lined with books to prove her point. Walburga, perhaps choosing not to bother herself with intricate details of their interaction, smiled tightly, the tension in her shoulders slowly easing away.

"Oh, well, Antoine needs you for...something." She said as her eyes moved to Tom once again, and an appreciative glint flickered in them. Sereia glanced at him too, only to see his impassive expression blanketing his face.

Feeling out of place, she cleared her throat and beelined for the door. "Right, I'll go." She muttered and threw one last look over her shoulder at the wizard, whose gaze was already trained on her form. There was no expression to decipher, no look to read, only a blank canvas that was his face. Sereia shut the door after her. She stood outside the door for a moment, pushing her hands through her hair in frustration.

Something was going on between Walburga and Tom and she had not realised until the girl had literally flaunted it in front of her face. Perhaps she had been blindly foolish to indulge in Riddle's charming nature, to latch onto his attention and bask in it like it was the summer sun.

With a bitter huff, she began making her way downstairs to attend to whatever Antoine needed her for. She was about to turn around a corner when a voice called out to her.

"Ria? Where are you going?"

She glanced behind her shoulder to see the said man standing in the hallway with a towel hanging around his shoulders, droplets of water slipping through the wet strands of hair and onto the marbled floor.

"Wal said you needed me for something. I was going to look for you."

"Huh?" He rubbed his head. "I did not say anything of the sort to her."

A tired sigh escaped her lips at the revelation. "Oh."

"Are you...good?"

"Yea—yeah. I— Actually, can I ask you something?"

When Antoine nodded encouragingly, she motioned for him to come closer. He approached with a raised eyebrow, gently taking her elbow as she began to guide them away from the group. Sereia lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Do you think there's something going on between Riddle and Walburga?"

The wizard came to an abrupt halt, turning his head so swiftly that she wondered how he didn't give himself whiplash. "Whoa, where did that idea come from?"

"Yes or no, Tony."

"Well...in a certain way, yes. But it is—I mean, it's not anything serious. Tom is not that type of person."

The girl's brows furrowed at his vague answer. "What do you mean not serious?"

Antoine's cheeks turned red as he tried to formulate a reply that would be appropriate for her ears. "They are not courting. It is more of a...physical arrangement."

"So they are just having sex?"

"Ria!" Antoine gasped, scandalised. "How do you know what that means?"

"Tony, I am not a child. I know what it is."

"No, you're too young. And you are a lady. You should not know such things."

Crossing her arms across her chest, Sereia took a defensive position. "So it is normal for Wal to have sex but it is not normal for me to know about it?"

"You are too young!" He repeated his earlier statement as if that somehow solidified his point.

"Tony, I'm the same age as you."

"Oh, er, well. Bloody hell. Perhaps I should have done more to shield you from such topics."

They walked in silence for a moment before Antoine came to an abrupt halt, his steps slowing as he furrowed his brow in thought. "Ria, about Tom and Wal, try not to say anything about it, yeah? Tom does not like people to know his business— wait— how did you even figure it out?"

"I was in the library with Tom when Wal barged in and tried to get rid of me by saying you asked for me. I could also see in her eyes that she was ready to jump his bones."

Antoine's curiosity seemed piqued, and he leaned in slightly. "You were in the library with Tom? Alone?"

"Yes?"

"Did he...try anything?"

"No, we just talked."

"Listen, I am saying this as a precaution. Do not get involved with him under any circumstance. Tom has a notorious reputation for taking hearts and bleeding them dry. I do not wish to see you heartbroken. You do not deserve that."

She rolled her eyes at his concern but still smiled appreciatively at him. "Gee, Tony. I appreciate the sentiment but I barely know the guy. I assure you, I have no interest in him."

"Good, good. My duty is to warn."

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she added, "Perhaps my duty is to warn you that they are probably contaminating your library with bodily fluids."

Antoine slapped a hand over his face and groaned loudly. "Ria..."

"See you at dinner!" Sereia singsonged, her laughter echoing down the corridor as she pranced away toward her room, leaving Antoine Rosier mortified in the middle of the corridor.

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Persistent knocking at Sereia's bedroom door abruptly interrupted her peaceful nap. Irritated, she tried to ignore the disturbance and buried her face deeper into her pillow, willing herself back into the realm of dreams. For a moment, it seemed to work as she felt her consciousness slipping back into slumber.

But then, a gentle tap on her shoulder roused her once more. "Go away," she mumbled into her pillow, her voice laden with drowsiness. With a blind, half-hearted effort, she attempted to push away the intruder who dared to disrupt her much-needed rest.

"Nova?"

At the sound of that familiar voice, her eyes snapped open. She shifted in her bed, turning to face the intruder. There, at the foot of her bed, stood Tom Riddle, his typically composed demeanour marred by an uncertain expression. It was as though waking someone from their sleep was an utterly alien concept to him.

"What do you think you're doing in my room?" She snapped, her words laced with an edge she didn't bother to conceal. Her tone came out harsher than she had intended, but remembering the library incident, she decided she did not regret it. He deserved her ire.

If he was surprised by her irritation, he did not show it. "Rosier asked me to wake you. It is dinner time."

"Oh. Right. I'm up." She quickly slipped out of her covers, adjusting her dress and brushing her fingers through her hair to tame it into an appropriate state. Her reflection in the mirror received a quick once-over to ensure everything was in order and as she patted down her curls, she heard Riddle clear his throat awkwardly.

"Your—" He paused, clearing his throat again, "—your laces."

"What?"

"Your laces are untied." He gestured at her corset. Her brows furrowed in momentary confusion before realization dawned. She had loosened her corset so she could nap comfortably and now that he was behind her, he could probably glimpse the skin of her bare back.

"Right. Yeah," she mumbled, feeling a flush creep up her cheeks. She fumbled for the laces behind her, attempting to tie them quickly. However, each time she tried, the slippery fabric seemed to evade her fingers before she could secure a knot.

"Would you like me to—"

"Yeah." She answered, her voice soft, slightly shaky.

He took a step towards her and she swallowed the lump in her throat as she gazed up at his looming form. Breathing out slowly, she turned to bare him on her back and allowed her fingers to drop away from her efforts. Her pulse quickened as she felt the warmth of his proximity. His fingers reached unsurely to grab a hold of the laces, and he rubbed the silky material between his fingers experimentally.

"Tug at them before tying it tightly. Um...if you can...are able to? Could you make a bow?"

As he began to tie the laces, the room seemed to grow smaller, and Sereia found herself acutely aware of the proximity and intimacy of the situation. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breaths came in shallow, uneven bursts as his fingers worked skillfully at her corset. The air was charged with an unspoken tension, one that seemed to thicken with each passing moment.

In the confined space of her room, Tom felt entirely out of place as he meticulously laced up Sereia's corset. The delicate task demanded a finesse he wasn't accustomed to, and his fingers, usually so confident and precise, seemed to fumble at the unfamiliarity of the situation. Sereia mirrored his discomfort, her feelings a chaotic blend of unease and confusion. The lingering irritation she had felt toward him clashed awkwardly with the unexpected intimacy of the moment, leaving her in a state of disarray.

He pulled lightly at the strings.

She sucked in a sharp breath. "Harder, please," she said, her words catching in her throat as soon as they left her mouth. Wide-eyed, she realized the unintended implication of her words, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. The girl could only take comfort in the fact that he could not see her face.

She felt his breathing uneven, fanning hotly against her neck. "Right." he managed, his own breathing uneven. His fingertips grazed her skin as he complied with her request, the featherlight touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"I think it's done?" He muttered unsurely.

Sereia reached behind to confirm, and feeling slightly breathless, she took a step away from him to put distance between them. "Yeah. Thank you."

"We should head down," she said, her words an attempt to dispel the tense silence that had settled over them.

He once again nodded mutely and opened the door to leave. She followed suit, patting down her hot cheeks in hopes that they would cool before people would wonder why she was so flustered. She watched as his back muscles shifted underneath his pristine white button-up shirt, and she quickly averted her gaze. She did not need any more alluring images of Tom Riddle stitched to the depth of her mind.

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The rhythmic sound of waves caressing the shore travelled through the balcony and into the dining room. Giggles and endless chatter were never-ending at the dinner table, with a seemingly bottomless supply of wine that was poured and poured and poured after a single sip, flowing endlessly like a river of indulgence that seemed to have no end— which was to ensure the indulgence never ended, and that the night would stretch into dawn.

Sereia covered her mouth as a loud laugh left her mouth at one of the stories Abraxas Malfoy had just shared with the table, and she watched in amusement Rosier's cheeks flushed crimson, his embarrassment laid bare for all to see.

She was aware she had drank just a tad bit too much— over her usual limit. The world around her took on a surreal quality, the edges blurring as if dipped in a haze of euphoria. Her movements grew languid, each gesture carrying the weight of lazy indulgence. Every joke, no matter how tasteless, elicited uproarious laughter, and she found herself laughing along, her own amusement magnified by the alcohol coursing through her veins. She was only comforted by the fact that she was not the only one inebriated. In fact, she was the most composed out of the rest who were howling with laughter.

Of course, Sereia had also taken notice that Riddle had only drunk one glass and left the refilled one untouched. He was like a lone island of sobriety in the sea of intoxication that surrounded him. She struggled to make sense as to why he did not join in. After all, what was the fun in being frigidly sober when the rest of your company danced on the edge of reality, wild with intoxication?

She had also been aware of how his eyes would rest on her longer than necessary. Longer than what was considered a fleeting glance. It was unsettling, this unwavering observation. His gaze held her like a moth drawn to a flame, analyzing her quirks, her gestures, absorbing every nuance of her being.

What did not help, was the fact that he was right beside her. She could physically feel his presence, the warmth of his body, the little sounds as shifted in his seat, his mindless little hums that were unheard by anyone except her.

Perhaps it was the wine. The alcohol had dulled her senses and made her hyperaware of his presence in a way that was both thrilling and disconcerting.

Or perhaps she had become delirious with want in just one day.

Sereia glanced at him when his name was mentioned in yet another tale that Abraxas was telling animatedly, her eyes roving over the little furrow of his brows, the imperceptible frown of his lips as she traced the shape of them with her gaze. She found herself unable to tear her gaze away from the contours of his face— and then he met her stare.

Shit. She had been caught.

Yet the alcohol buzzing through her veins emboldened her, and instead of turning away in hot embarrassment, she blinked up at him through her lashes, her gaze holding his for a moment longer before she casually redirected her attention back to the ongoing conversation.

As her fingers wrapped around the stem of her wine glass, she felt a sudden, deliberate brush of warmth against her outer thigh. Glancing down, she realized that Tom's leg was gently pressed against hers. Heat surged through her veins, her grip on the glass tightening involuntarily, suddenly hyperaware of their proximity. She shifted in her seat, trying to tamp down the fire that threatened to consume her.

"Tom? Don't you agree?" Abraxas bellowed from the opposite side of the table, glancing at his friend expectantly. Tom leaned on the table, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of Sereia's chair casually, and his other hand on the table, as he glanced at Abraxas.

"Agree with what?"

"See! I told you he was not listening!" Rosier's triumphant tone cut through the room as he slammed his palm on his thigh, emphasizing his point. The wizard next to Sereia rolled his eyes before sinking back into his chair, his hand still lingering possessively at the back of her seat.

"Busy thinking about your earlier library escapade?" Sereia snarked, lowering her tone so no one but Tom would her snide comment. She glanced up at him, realising a moment too late how the positioning of his arm had made them closer, but she did not back away, set on making the wizard uncomfortable. His eyes met hers, and she noticed the way they visibly darkened in intensity.

"Watch your mouth," he hissed, his tone low and warning.

Sereia was not one to back away, so with the edge of her mouth curling into a challenging smirk, she asked— "oh, you do not want your dirty laundry aired? Or is there another issue?"

"You misunderstand, Nova. Do not talk about things you have no knowledge of," he replied, his voice measured, giving nothing away.

"Oh, I assure you, it is not hard to guess what exactly was happening behind those library doors."

"Do you?" He inquired, his gaze holding hers.

"Mhm." The girl turned her head, ending their silent standoff. She raised her glass to her lips, taking a generous sip to ease her nerves.

Tom watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as her plump lips curved around the glass, the delicate arch of her throat as she swallowed the crimson liquid, the tantalizing trace of her tongue that lingered on her lips, collecting the remnants of wine.

He forced himself to look away, his jaw clenched, as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Not being used to not having the last word, he spoke up once again. "You know nothing."

"Oh come on, Riddle, how naive do you think I am?"

"What would a girl of your upbringing know about such things?" He questioned a hint of condescension in his voice.

Sereia bristled and her tone took on a sharp and incisive edge. "Walburga is of the same upbringing as well, and yet you sullied her."

"Enough."

"Just stating the truth, Riddle. It stings, does it not?" Sereia raised a challenging brow, her smirk triumphant. When he found no immediate reply, she excused herself from the table with a satisfied smirk, leaving him behind, lost in his own thoughts.

As she began ascending the spiral stairs, she distantly heard Riddle excuse himself. She briefly registered his footsteps sounding closer and closer, yet she paid no mind to it, set on her destination. What she did not expect, was for her wrist to suddenly be snatched roughly, causing her to stumble back and crash into his chest.

She glared up at him, struggling to pull her hand free from his clutch. "What do you think you're doing?"

She watched as Tom's mouth curled into a sneer, and he pulled her closer by her arm. "You think you can have the last word, little siren? Think you can just put on a show and leave with no consequences?"

Sereia swallowed, her eyes flickering between his as she attempted to form coherent thoughts. "Riddle—"

He brought a finger to her lips to shush her. "No. You don't get to say anything. Attempt to speak again and I will shut you up in a manner that you might not like."

She shuddered in his hold, his low voice, his threatening tone travelling through her body to her lower stomach, igniting a fire in her core.

"Let me go. Who do you think you a—"

True to his word, Tom removed his finger— only to replace it with his lips, effectively cutting her mid-sentence. His kiss was bruising, angry, as if he was attempting to release all his built-up frustration for her through this kiss. The pent-up tension that had crackled in the air between them seemed to snap away like a broken dam. It was an unravelling, a surrender to the magnetic pull that Tom had felt for the girl since seeing her for the first time.

Sereia responded to the kiss with equal fervour, moving her lips against his like the final, cathartic end of a storm. All thoughts of their previous banter faded away, leaving only a heady intoxication in its wake. She felt drunk on his taste— a potent mix of desire and desperation— a flavour she knew she could never possibly get enough of not that she had experienced it.

Loud, raucous laughter and the clatter of silverware from the dining room below suddenly shattered the spell of the moment, and Tom pulled away as if her skin had burnt him. Sereia took a deep breath, feeling the heat creep up her neck as reality came crashing back in an unwelcome intrusion.

Her eyes locked with his in a fleeting moment, and seeing his strained expression, she suddenly had the urge to run. Swallowing a lump down her throat, she turned and fled, her steps quick and unsteady, her heart pounding like a caged bird desperate for escape. She didn't dare look back, didn't dare face the myriad of emotions swirling in her chest.

She knew getting caught up in the web woven by Tom Riddle's mistrustful hands was dangerous. Antoine's warning echoed in her head as she shut the door behind her, and leaned against it to catch her breath.

"Tom has a notorious reputation for taking hearts and bleeding them dry."

Sereia was sure that she was utterly and completely fucked.

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PART 3

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argentiniancharactertournament · 1 year

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MUCHACHOS

Here it is, the long awaited ARGENTINIAN CHARACTER TOURNAMENT BRACKET!!! (more info on that at the bottom of the page).

Participants were assigned randomly to their brackets, consisting on the following matchups:

PLEASE WELCOME:

Maria Elena from Casados con Hijos VS Palermo from La Casa de Papel

Mama Corra from Esperando a la Carroza VS Susanita from Mafalda

Emilio Raverna from Los Simuladores VS Mafalda from Mafalda

Alejandro "Sandy" Stern from Presumed Innocent VS Pablo Lamponne from Los Simuladores

Violetta from Violetta VS Adrian Seidelman from Cybersix

The Narcoleptic Argentinian from Moulin Rouge! VS Karl Lykos from Marvel Comics

Oikawa Tooru from Haikyu!! VS Zamba from El asombroso mundo de Zamba

Gabriel Medina from Los Simuladores VS Miss Argentina from Beetlejuice

El ingeniero Bombita from Relatos Salvajes VS Felipe from Mafalda

Martos Santos from Los Simuladores VS Ace Visconti from Dead by Daylight

Manuelita from Manuelita la Tortuga VS Mion Takamine from Pretty Rythm Aurora Dream

Los Rayados from Metegol VS Gaturro from Gaturro

Lucas Amato from Cybersix VS Carmen Sandiego from Carmen Sandiego

Eva "Evita" Péron from Evita VS Julio Renato from Gundam Build Fighters

Mario Renato from Gundam Build Fighters VS Clemente from Clemente

Dardo from Casados con Hijos VS.... versus who?

Versus Headcannon round winner. Indeed, 3 characters not canonically argentinian, but who got enough submissions to qualify to the bracket, will fight to get honorary argentinian privileges. These charachters are:

Diego "Armando" Godot from Ace Attorney

Dio Brando from JoJo's Bizzare Adventure

Figaro Garcia from Mahoyaku/Promise of Wizard

The Preliminary poll will be up for 24 hours starting tomorrow, and the rest of the polls will be up for a week. All poll posts for this round will be tagged #poll round 1 , to make them easier to find.

HAVE FUN, AND DON'T FORGET TO VOTE

#polls #poll round 1 #argentinian character tournament #argentina

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yinyangofnevermore · 1 year

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V9C8 Wrap Up

WORST TEA PARTY EVER!

Little Red Riding Hood is being haunted by her mistakes. And she’s still taking it out on everyone.

Nea Politan Ice Cream Mary Fucking Poppins went full on Mad Hatter with her deranged Tea Party that featured Lampwick and fucked up imitations of Achilles, Pinocchio, The Cowardly Lion, The Tin Man, The Wizard of Oz and The Fisherman that sent Little Red over the EDGE.

THE CHESHIRE CAT IS FUCKING SUS i knew it

And Nea Politan Ice Cream Mary Fucking Poppins got more than she bargained for. Apparently living only for revenge isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Leaves one empty enough to become a vessel FOR APPARENTLY THE FUCKING CHESHIRE CAT TO TAKE OVER.

THE NARCOLEPTIC TEA CUP DORMOUSE BETTER FUCKING BE OK, DAMMIT

Snow White, Belle, Goldilocks, and Joan of Arc all rushed to be just in the nick of time! Only to... not be in the nick of time as Little Red went to the Tree of Life to be remade...

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lisannastraussisanangel · 11 months

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hard yes to team natsu + all of fairy tail simping for lucy, but i still raise you:

team natsu + all of fairy tail collectively agreeing lucy is going to be the actual death of them.

because lucy's got little sister vibes with just about everyone, which means it's mandatory that she possess little shit energy. so everyone - and i mean everyone in fairy tail, including makarov and freed and whoever unlikely else - has felt the insane spike of their heartrate going through the roof before it falls back down to normal. like, erza's found grey hairs and gray constantly feels like a Tired Parent™. natsu yo-yos between being her partner-in-crime and being 'don't tell me she did The Thing™ again'

(also i had this recent thought about what if lucy was narcoleptic and just. kept. falling asleep everywhere and she never told anyone so everyone freaked the hell out every time they found her asleep. and by the time the entire guild finds out about it because she fell asleep during a guild brawl and mid-conversation with mira, team natsu is just so done with it to the point where natsu slings her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to bring her to the infirmary with zero fanfare, happy pulls out a pile of fish for himself and throws a beer at gray who chugs the whole thing within a minute with a straight face, and erza practically swallows a whole cake. and it's not even 9 in the morning. it just made me giggle.)

You just touched on one of my favorite things about Lucy! I've always loved that even in the beginning when she wasn't that great of a fighter, she was always willing to fight god. Like if you are an asshole Lucy is coming for you. My girl screamed at the Celestial Spirit King and I'd bet money if he was shorter she would've slapped him.

So I can def see Lucy stressing everyone out. Natsu hears Lucy yell "And another thing..." and just starts sprinting to her knowing it's about to go down. Gray dragging a kicking Lucy away from a literal wizard saint cause he said something sexist and now she's decided he's her enemy. Erza practically begging an enemy to shut up cause if he keeps insulting her, Lucy is gonna come stomping around the corner to defend her honor.

Remember how much shit she talked to Gajeel when he was torturing her? I can just imagine Fairy Tail has a 'Lucy's talking shit again' warning. But Lucy only goes off on people who are assholes so while they get worried when she does it, they are always willing to join her in whatever fight is about to go down. (Including the one time she tried to fight the king of a nearby country. Laxus tried to hold her back but the Raijinshuu had decided the king dishonored Fairy Tail and had to be dealt with so Laxus gave up)

Also Narcoleptic Lucy is iconic! Like there's so much room for humor and angst with it. I'm a glutton for angst so imagine her collapsing in the middle of a battle and getting seriously hurt. Fairy Tail would freak out

#not sure this is exactly what you meant by little shit lucy #but this is how i interpreted it lol #anon <3 #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #lucy hearfilia

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nekropsii · 1 year

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200 Days Until: Sprite Showcase... 2!

Thank you for your patience! Or... Impatience!! Impatience is flattering also!

This one's a bit more varied than the previous Development Upd8! Rather than just showing off one character, I'm posting several!! From what I can tell, you guys seem rather fond of these characters- and for good reason so far!!

From left to right, we have...

Presae Covnul, our Knight of Void. When she's not suffering bouts of narcoleptic fatigue, she's keeping the game together with duct tape and tears! Though she may not be well versed in technology- to the point of being actively afraid of most electronics- that's certainly not stopping her from being a wizard at it. She's a bit of an anomaly, and likes hiding in dark places... But don't worry about that too much!

Emeric Sargas, our Bard of Mind. She's an oddball who wears her heart on her sleeve and toxic chemicals on her bare skin and hair! If there's one thing she prides herself on, it's her well-earned titles of Mad Scientist and Local Exterminator. Though she displays some... At times concerning behavior, she means well, and is a beloved and silly friend!

Annomi Errata, our Prince of Heart. A troubled young man from the depraved warzone called Chittr. He's a pessimistic media critic who longs to one day write his very own screenplay- and he's not taking "pipe dream" as an answer... For anything. Loneliness oft drives one to obsession, and prolonged participation in the Panopticon of Fame may dull some to the humanity of even their most beloved figures... Which may or may not be relevant.

Thank you all for tuning in so far! I may do a bonus round later... But until then, I thank you all for your endless support, and for viewing!

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matrotas-muse-hub · 10 months

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Potential Muses - Part Two

Continued from here, same deal as before. I’ve listed eight more muses below the cut, muses which are not officially part of this blog but may end up on here at some point. If there’s any interest in knowing more about them or starting a thread, hmu!

Lionel / Guardian - Lionel was originally a tool - nothing but a shield for a faction called V’aarn Athil, a radical sect of psychics who fought the void’s encroachment on the material plane. After his base was wiped out, he lost his memory and was found by a farmer. When he instinctually used his psychic powers to heal the farmer during a prayer, the farmer mistakenly assumed Lionel had been blessed by the god of light, and had become a paladin. Lionel, not knowing any better, became a follower of the light god. He travels the world seeking to help others using psychic powers he believes to be divine.

Ren’dalar Eventide (art by filibusterfrog) - A shadar-kai swiftblade who died trying to stop a mad wizard from completing an ascension ritual to transform himself into a dragon. The ritual went haywire, trapping the mad wizard - now a dragon - and Ren’dalar in an endless cycle of reincarnation. The two have been fighting and killing one another for thousands of years.

Rob Wylde - A human sellsword who spent many years as a bandit. After killing some adventurers in a brutal conflict alongside the remnants of his old band, Rob, the sole survivor, finished the adventurer’s contract in hopes to cash in on their quest. He was scouted by some other adventurers when he showed up at the guild and, with no bandit troupe to return to, he decided to try the life of a “legal” mercenary.

Sir Rowan Adelard - A knight by social class alone, Sir Rowan Adelard is a skilled warrior who uses feints and sleight of hand to get the upper hand in combat, a man with little aversion to “fighting dirty.” He is a staunch defender of the people, and some rumors say he even has ties to a rogueish syndicate. But that would be preposterous, seeing how he’s a knight and all!

Theran Stryker - Son of the famed hero Scout Stryker, Theran has always lived in his fathers’ shadow. He grew up on the road, never having a stable home and never knowing his mother who died giving birth to him. Forced to learn the ways of the warrior from a living legend of a father, Theran fell short, unable to match up to his dad. After failing a particularly important mission, his father decided Theran needs to travel alone, as he cannot accompany him forever. While his father saw this as a push towards independence, Theran saw it as a betrayal, as if he had been disowned.

Vaelin Goldenbrow - Vaelin is a high elf scholar who taught at a rather diverse school for people from all over the world. After his only daughter marries a human, Vaelin fears for her happiness as she is bound to far outlive him. Wanting his daughter’s marriage to be a long and happy one, Vaelin sets out on a journey to unlock the secrets of chronomancy - looking for a way to make his new son-in-law age much, much slower.

Vivian Song - Vivian, or Vi (pronounced “vee”) as some of her friends call her, is a narcoleptic noblewoman. Frail since birth, she is visited by a god in her dreams who promises her health in exchange for her worship. She accepts, finding herself slowly becoming more physically fit. Once she feels confident, Vivian steals some armor from her family’s storehouse and runs away, hoping to make good use of the divine magic she’s now acquired. She dreams of getting rich quick and retiring, sleeping all day in a comfy bed with servants to bring her food and tend to her needs.

Willow Belvari - Willow is a priestess, a holy woman known for having an interest in scholarly pursuits. What people don’t know is that she is in fact a void fanatic, obsessed with eldritch knowledge that would break the mind of a lesser mortal. She dreams of joining the horrors who lurk beyond the stars - not as a servant, but as an equal.

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apothecaryassistant · 3 years

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Wizard hats.

Surprisingly annoying to draw.

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editcrimes · 5 years

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aesthetic commission for @gleefully-macabre, for a narcoleptic female wizard, with touches of books + tea!

#aesthetic #commission #wizard #witch #narcoleptic #narcolepsy

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blujayonthewing · 2 years

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how on earth did melliwyk become my comfort oc

#sits her on my lap like a toddler #it's always the joke ones isn't it #not that I'm really capable of making an oc that's entirely a joke but she WAS built out of 'what if she sleeps in a backpack sometimes'#'what if she's magic!narcoleptic because she's a wizard mad scientist who has also nearly blown herself up multiple times'#I should say *a* comfort oc it's not like she's supplanted elyss or juniper entirely and ofc all ocs are comfort characters to an extent #I'm just constantly surprised to WHAT extent mel is #I am lov her ;n; <3 #about me #my OCs #melliwyk insp

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str4wb3rrycr3p3c00k13 · 3 years

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Buckle up everyone yer girl's about to beat a dead horse.

Ok so one thing that kinda disappoints me is the fact that the cookie run fandom kinda forgot the fact that Moonlight's not a goddess of the moon, but rather an entity who guards a city of wizards via sleeping.

Yeah, she has a very apparent moon aesthetic but thats cuz the moon has heavy associations with magic, it doesn't mean she's from the moon or anything. Other than magic, the moon is also associated with sleep, and Moonlight is more powerful when she's asleep, so it'll only make sense to make a magic narcoleptic themed around the night.

Everyone just sees that Sea Fairy is attracted to the moon and believe that Moonlight is said moon.

And not only does Moonlight not have Sea Fairy in her relationships

Nowhere does it say she's from the moon or anything. She was probably made with moonlight, but again moonlight is associated with witchcraft and wizardry, and it says here that she was created by ancient wizards, presumably with moonlight, hence the bloody name.

While I do like seamoon, its pretty shitty to say that its a canon ship without even the slightest bit of evidence and bash people for not shipping it, when there's more evidence to support that Seamoon is and probably never will be canon then that they'll ever BE canon.

The only two forms of evidence i can find of Seamoon being even vaguely implied is the fact that Sea Fairy has Moonlight in her relationships, but as stated above, those feelings are one-sided and it never explicitly says that she's in love with Moonlight, just the fact that she trusts her.

Sea Fairy probably only likes her cuz she was made with moonlight, which uh

Dunno about you but that's kinda shotty

"Oh but trust obviously means they're in love, you're just a lesbophobic bitch who can't understand co-"

Yah wanna fucking explain this then?

Or this?

Hell, even with characters that we know arent children, I dont see people shipping people like Spinach and Carrot together GODDAMN

Can you use relationships as a basis to ship two cookies? Yes, yes, you can. But you also don't HAVE to, such as with the Angel x Devil ship where Angel trusts Devil while Devil sees Angel as a rival

But uh idk kinda common sense to not harass and call someone lesbophobic just cuz they don't ship seamoon and claim that its canon due to the "lesbian-coding" sea fairy has.

1. Sea Fairy has no such thing, she doesn't even have any links that so much as hint towards any form of love towards woman.

2. Either shit or get off the pot

Lesbian-coding imo, or sexuality coding in general, is kinda bullshit because if you want so badly to tell someone that this character is one thing, just flat out say it, quit feeding us breadcrumbs and expect us to be satisfied. Why do you have to make every single goddamn thing vague and implied? How hard is it to just flat out tell us that yes this character is not straight or cis? Sod off.

Devsisters doesn't even code their characters, they either leave it fully up to interpretation or flat out say that "yeah, these two are in a relationship", but even then yah don't have to follow canon, except when it comes to ages of course.

Moonlight nor Sea Fairy aren't coded to be together or even lesbians because nO SUCH CODING EVEN EXISTS AND EVEN IF IT DID IT'S FUCKING BULLSHIT BECAUSE IT'S IMPLICATION NOT BLUNTNESS AND ITS VERY SHOTTY IMPLICATION AT BEST

If you wanna ship Seamoon regardless of all this? Go ahead, I'm right along with yah. If we don't have to folllow the canon that almond and roguefort have tension together, you don't have to follow the canon that sea fairy and moonlight aren't actually together and you can headcanon them to be lesbians if you wish.

But uh I DON'T KNOW maybe don't attack people for not having the same headcanon as you??? And maybe don't throw "Lesbian-coding" as the bullshit evidence of that ship being canon?? Cuz there's no evidence of Sea Fairy nor Moonlight being lesbian coding???? The fuck's wrong with you people-

Unless you can prove to me with screenshotted evidence that seamoon is explicitly canon, it's all just fanon and heresy that sea fairy and moonlight are together. Leave Seapirate shippers alone, leave seafire shippers alone, leave every single shipper where they don't ship Sea Fairy or Moonlight cookie, regardless of their pronouns, alone. And before you go on a tangent about them being shipped with men, he/him lesbians exist, gender does not equal pronouns, you can go by they/them pronouns and still identify as a cisgender woman, and even if the shipper has the cookie shipped with either Moonlight or Sea Fairy headcanonned as a male, WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER

WLW representation needed??? BITCH WE HAVE ALL THE WLW REPRESENTATION WE NEED and what about stuff like Pan or Poly representation too? Don't polymorphic people deserve some kind of representation too? Bi people? Asexual people??? You're so concerned about lesbians having representation that you're forgetting about all the other sexualities that could also fit into wlw as well. It's woman loves woman, not lesbian loves lesbian.

So long as people ain't shipping children with adults(looking at you, proshippers. Go to hell) let people ship whoever the fuck they want.

God one minute im talking about an overseen moonlight fact and then im talking more about how people shouldn't gatekeep i promise I'll post something more lighthearted next-

#cookie run #cookie run discourse #just thought i needed to drop this anvil

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gleefully-macabre · 8 months

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On day 3 of basically no sleep due to new medication! (Send help.!)

#personal #medication #sleep #sleep disorder #narcolepsy #narcoleptic wizard

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ishades · 2 years

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I think the weirdest thing to think about are kidswaps like?

Okay d lalonde obviously has mommy and daddy issues like probably even more so than he has in canon but for entirely different reasons

His relationship with mom lalonde is toxic not because one sided antagonism and substance abuse child neglect but because D lalonde is extremely codependent.

He’s his mothers best friend and therapist and she dumps a lot of stuff on him that should be shared with a partner or really just any adult. Like yes she loves him to the edge of the universe and back but there aren’t proper boundaries like a healthy parent child relationship.

He’s a deeply insecure kid who has all his interests enthusiastically supported but he can’t get the one thing he really desires in life. No matter what he does he’s never enough for his mother (or anyone really).

His mother loves him but he’ll never convince her to stop drinking. Jh writes him off consistently and is more concerned with getting to the game so his life can really start. Je thinks that since she’s objectively smarter than him that his company is better suited for other forms of engagement. R spends every conversation metaphorically armed to the teeth and it’s tiresome at times but she understands him the best and some of their conversations are too amusing to complain about.

His mom’s death really fucks him up in a profound way because she told him everything (he thought), but turns out she was just full of secrets. Like the shittiest piñata.

R strider’s mind is just a series of false doors and traps concealing her actual thoughts and feelings. She’s silly but only in private or around her friends.

Her relationship with bro is mutually antagonistic. She knows bro will either die by her hand or his own one day and she’s always plotting ways to one up him. She’s a gamer just like the main timeline and is just behind jh in terms of excitement for the game. She wants to break the game sooo bad.

Instead of monitoring numerous websites and blogs like he did in the main timeline he goes through her personal possessions / writings. “Correcting” her wizard fic with unnecessary comments and scribbling out excerpts entirely.

She takes her time picking bros cameras apart and reassembling them, to a state where they might as well just be thrown away. Sabotage is her middle name.

She despises swords and won’t use them. She doesn’t wear shades (willingly) until je sends her a pair.

She’s a lesbian but can’t use the identifier for herself for like 5 years because of her bro. She has to unpack a lot of her issues later on in meteorstuck and onwards. Sometimes kanaya touches her and she feels like she’ll break.

D refuses to ever touch alcohol because of his mother and thinks r is intentionally antagonizing him by reopening that wound. R doesn’t tell him about anything that’s bothering her and he’s torn between disappointment and relief. R only gets into it because bro was pretty against the drugs/alcohol and even when he’s dead she does things just to spite him. Performing for an audience that’s already checked out, a puppet without a puppeteer.

It “helps” for a while and r wonders if maybe she could’ve been happier living with d’s mom. She feels like they’re kindred spirits but won’t ever express that.

Jh grows up on an island raised by a dog. He’s obsessed with films and adventure but there’s nothing to do on his island no one to meet and it drives him a little crazy. He’s either online or asleep (he sleeps longer because he’s depressed, but isn’t a narcoleptic because vriska still targets je)

He wants his life to start but it just won’t. He hears whispers in his dreams but wakes up not remembering anything.

He looks at everything in his home with disdain because grandpa had some weird interests and he can briefly remember being into some of the things around when he was little, but he isn’t sure why.

He thinks d is sort of a joke but he’s still Jh’s best friend and he’ll be damned if that means nothing. He’s more inclined to listen if d tells him something is serious but it’s really fun to point out when his friend says or does something weird.

He doesn’t remember grandpa when he was alive but he can distinctly remember never giving him a proper burial. Bec never let him anywhere near where grandpa died. He keeps a white sheet over a mannequin and pretends it’s his grandpas ghost.

Je is a prodigy taking college courses paid for by the money her grandmother left her. All around she’s a normal kid for the most part. She and her father aren’t especially close but she loves him and he’s trying but well he doesn’t get the furry thing.

He’s worried about the narcolepsy thing and keeps his pranks aren’t really physical (like where he’s throwing pies in her face etc) but they both share a love of slapstick comedy. Strange things happen around her and she usually sees through his pranks by just knowing Things. She really makes him to fill his pranksters gambit.

He’s proud of his genius daughter everyday, but he worries one day she might be given a heavy burden she can’t shoulder.

She would’ve been named an heiress if sburb hadn’t happened when it did.

The three year trip is kind of a nightmare for them because jh wants to go everywhere and doesn’t mind solitude in exchange for adventure. He wants an escape from the mundanity of life and Je is trying to keep a romantic relationship working with someone she doesn’t respect or understand but who is her friend. she doesn’t understand why things aren’t slotting into place for her. Life is a sitcom and she’s the only one aware of it.

#mother mention #hs posting #digital digital i wanna get digital #alcoholism mention #projection? i don’t know her

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