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aloneinthehellfire · 1 year

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Eight Months (Part 3)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n went missing at the end of spring. A note was left explaining that after her father, Bob Newby, died, she just couldn’t bear to stay in Hawkins. The others were shocked but after gaining no leads on where she could be, they had to accept that she was gone. But when summer rolls in and Hawkins starts getting scary, Steve and Dustin find themselves venturing into a Russian base and uncover more secrets than they bargained for.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: swearing, [flashbacks], mentions of drugs (being drugged), needles, knife, mentions of bruises and blood

[A/N: 300 followers!!! thank you all so so much for supporting my stories, especially those who constantly like and comment (i see u and i appreciate u). to celebrate, i thought i'd make another part to this fic since so many of you wanted another part. pls pretend its good, i'm fragile]

Eight Months [Masterlist]

Eight Months: Escape The Lab

[Part Three]

“Honestly, I don’t really feel anything. Do you?”

Steve’s mumbles were met with slow nods from you and Robin, bodies completely relaxed against eachother.

After you were all injected with the serum, the man had placed your chairs so you were now all tied together as a three, back to back. You couldn’t stop your head lolling against the others every time a wave of numbness hit you.

“I mean, I…” Robin replies first as you stare at the ceiling. “I feel fine. I feel normal.”

“Yeah, I feel- I feel fine.” Steve agrees and then his head nudges yours.

“Woah, what?” You snap your head up, “What did I miss?”

“Do you feel fine?” Robin asks calmly and you squint your eyes.

“Uh… yeah.” You nod and they nod along with you. “I- I’ve never felt… better.”

“I kinda feel good.” Steve remarks and you all start giggling for no reason.

“Hey, hey guys? Guys?” Robin laughs and you both hum back at her. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yes.” You widen your eyes with glee.

“I like it, too!”

You all burst out into laughter, heads gently tapping against eachother.

“Morons. They messed up the drug.” Steve snorts and Robin giggles.

“They messed it up!” Robin’s head is thrown back and you move forward.

Your own laughs were slowly fading as a small frown appeared on your face. The drug. The serum. The drug. The serum. What was it you were supposed to do? Remember… remember something.

“Morons!”

“Hey morons!”

Steve and Robin raise their voices giddily, shouting out to your captors.

“Hey, Y/n.” Steve rests his head on your shoulder. “You gotta try this, it’s fun. Morons!”

“Wait, wait, wait.” You sit up straight and they suddenly stop. “I need to remember something.”

“Ooh, what?” Robin questions and you gasp. “What?”

“I…” You smile, a laugh bubbling up inside of you. “I don’t remember.”

Another fit of laughter crashes onto you all just as the door swings open, the man returning. Right, the man. The serum. Remember. Remember what?

The Doctor places a black bag on the counter top, pulling out various knives, and you widen your eyes. Remember.

“Would now be a good time to tell you that I don’t like doctors?” Robin chuckles and you giggle.

“Wait.” You gasp and Robin turns her head to you. “Dentists are worst.”

“Oh, yeah.” Robin takes in a dramatic breath.

“Let’s try this again, yes?” The man stands directly in front of Steve and you pout.

“Why are you giving him all the attention?” You whine and Robin groans too.

“Yeah, we’re clearly hotter.” She says so casually that you both burst into a fit of laughter.

“You heard ‘em, Doc.” Steve giggles.

“Silence!” The man shouts and you all snap your mouths shut. “Who do you work-?”

“Booooo!” You yell out and the man raises his eyebrows. “That’s a boring question. Why not ask us… our favourite colour instead?”

“I like green.” Robin grins and you both snicker.

“Who do you work for?”

“Scoops.” Steve replies, a laugh escaping his lips. “Scoops Ahoy.”

“How did you find us?”

“Totally by accident.” Steve states and you gasp loudly.

“Me too!” You say and Steve’s breath hitches.

“Woah, no way.” He whispers out as if it was totally new information.

“More lies.” The man spews in Russian and you shake your head.

“No, no.” You clear your throat. “We don’t lie.”

There’s a moment of silence before The Doctor, stood in front of you, reaches over to his table, and picks up some small pliers. Robin notices this too and you hear her breath stop.

“What is that shiny little toy?” Steve asks as you squirm in your seat.

“Where are you going with that, Doc?” Robin sounds much more scared than Steve.

The Doctor places it on Steve’s fingernails and starts pulling, earning yells and shouts from you and your friends.

“Wait! We heard a code, the code!” Robin tries frantically and they stop.

“Code.” The man walks to stand in front of Robin now, leaning down. “What code?”

“The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah, blah, blah.” Robin relays. “You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day. A day! You think you’re so smart but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream for a living cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you’re here.”

Your breath hitches and you suddenly remember. You remember.You remembered how to get out of this before it was too late.

“Who knows we are here, suchka.” He spits out and you feel Robin try and move away.

“Uh, well, Dustin knows.”

You widen your eyes at Steve’s confession. “Steve.”

“Yeah, Dustin Henderson, he knows.”

“Steve!” Robin objects now and you realise you need to get out of here now before something bad happens to the little kid you used to babysit.

“Dustin Henderson.” The man repeats, looking to Steve. “It is your small, curly-haired friend?”

Since your wrists were tied together, it wasn’t hard to move your thumb to the position you needed. After being drugged twice, you figured out how to help yourself pretty quickly. In fact, a few years back, Steve had actually helped you come to the revelation.

“Woah, Y/n, you good?” Steve asks with a soft frown as you give him a shaky thumbs up.

“Yep, all…” You suddenly start to retch, the drink in your hand spilling everywhere and the partiers around you cheer. Everyone was too drunk to be worried about Steve’s carpet. You, on the other hand, were drunk enough to care more than you should.

“Noooo.” You slur, already moving as quickly as you could to the back porch, towards the swimming pool. Then, once you see the water, you rethink your plan. “Oh, no, not that one either.”

You drunkenly wobble over to a few bushes before falling to your knees. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and suddenly, the urge to throw up your alcohol disappeared.

“Y/n?”

You let out a scream at the hand on your shoulder, much to Steve’s amusement. He was hazy too, but just in the right mind to be worried about your state. However, he couldn’t resist the laugh that escaped his lips when you jumped out of your skin.

“Sorry.” He chuckles, helping you up, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Can’t a girl just vomit in peace.” You giggle slightly, wobbling on your legs and losing your balance.

Steve was quick to catch you before you fell, hands on your arms just above your wrist as you stood, chest to chest.

“Oops.” You offer an embarrassed smile, red flushing your cheeks once you saw how close you were.

He was undeniably handsome in the best way. From his perfectly crafted features to his kind eyes to the way his hair was now a scruffy mess; there wasn’t a thing about him you didn’t… love. Not that you’d ever admit that. Even if you wanted to, you two were just friends. There were too many complications for you two to ever become more than that.

“Steve?”

Speak of the devil.

Nancy Wheeler suddenly appears behind him and you both turn, her face turning to a frown when she sees how close you are. Steve stepped away from you slightly but kept hold of your arms.

“Hey, Nance.” He smiles before looking back at you, “I think Y/n had a bit much to drink.”

“Oh.” Nancy’s eyebrows raised in their usual way, always appearing whenever you earned her judgement. You could feel a scowl on your face as you stared back at her. You never got along. “Maybe she should go home? You know, I’d hate for anything bad to happen.”

“Yeah, right.” You scoff and Steve frowns at you. You quickly change your tone, trying to step away but Steve tightened his grip slightly when you stumbled.

His hand had moved down to hold onto your wrist, his thumb suddenly pressing hard against your pulse point and you felt queasy.

“I’m fine.” You try, straightening yourself as Nancy cocked her head. “Seriously, I’m-”

And, contradicting yourself, you suddenly hurled. All over Steve’s shoes.

You shudder at the memory, a wave of embarrassment hitting you. Steve didn’t remember that night, much to your relief. The best friend that you had been crushing on since middle school shouldn’t remember the time you threw up on him in front of his girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend, since you last checked. You didn’t recall what happened after that, just that the next day you woke up in a humiliating blur of nausea and regret.

Steve, however, did in fact remember. The day after, you had avoided him completely and he thought it had to do with your… drunken mess. So, in the spirit of avoiding embarrassment, he kept quiet and claimed not to remember a thing about that night. He would rather lie about his memory than somehow lose you.

It didn’t slip his mind, however. In fact, he was a little embarrassed himself after that night. But, thankfully, you actually didn’t remember any of it. Something like that… it could ruin his friendship with you.

“Dustin.” Steve nods slowly, aware that you were very quiet beside him, even in his drugged-up state. Thinking that you were afraid, he did what he did best to distract the man in front of him; he talked. “Oh, curly-haired. Great hair. Small. Kind of like a ‘fro. Yeah.”

“Where is he?” The man asks and Steve hears your breath hitch behind him.

“He’s long gone, you big asshole.” Steve laughs, “And he’s probably calling Hopper, and Hopper’s calling the US cavalry. They’re gonna come in here, commando-style, guns a-blazin’, and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You’re gonna be two pieces of toast.”

Robin starts laughing with him but Steve doesn’t hear anything from you. There’s a jolt of panic in his chest, quickly blurred away by the drug in his system. It was good stuff.

“Is that so?” The man challenges.

Steve takes a moment before smiling. “Yeah.”

The Russians start to join in on their laugh and Steve thinks he’s done it; he’s talked his way out of any of you getting hurt.

And then, to his delight, the alarms start to echo down the hallway and he grins happily at the man. “See?”

The man spits something out in Russian before hastily leaving the Doctor alone with you three.

You watch as the man leaves the room and you smirk to yourself, trying to remain focused.

“Oh, Doctor?” You call cheerily and he moves around to stand in front of you, not speaking. “Hi, there. I… I don’t suppose you know a good cleaner?”

The Doctor frowns at you and you push down as hard as you can against the pressure point on your wrist and, relieved for the first time to do it, you hurl.

“Agh!” The Doctor cries out, trying to move away but slipping in the process.

His hand flailed out as he hit the ground, and the knife in his hand managed to cut through your bonds without scratching you.

Steve and Robin burst into laughter at the sight of the Doctor currently led in vomit as you stare down at the broken bond on your wrist.

Well, you thought, that was uncharacteristically lucky.

As he’s down, you make quick work of freeing yourself, your friends cheering you on as you do so. The Doctor manages to stumble into a stand and lunges at you. But you’re already prepared. You swipe the giant needle from the table, still retaining some of the serum, and you plunge it into his neck with a yell.

“Ohhhh!” Steve reacts and Robin snorts.

But it doesn’t stop him. The Doctor pulls the needle from his neck effortlessly, stalking towards you and you grab for a knife, holding it out in front of you.

But you didn’t have to use it.

Suddenly, a door bursts open, bringing two small children shouting war cries at the top of their lungs. They plunge an electric prod straight into the Doctor and he goes down.

“Y/n?” Dustin’s eyes widen when he sees you stood there, stained blood running down the side of your face, bruises across your body.

“Uh… hi.” You smile before Steve looks up.

“Hey! Henderson!” He rejoices with a grin, “That’s crazy, I was just talking about you.”

Dustin does a double take before getting to work on untying Steve and you move over to do the same with Robin, cutting through her restraints as she giddily smiles up at you.

“You somehow made throwing up seem really badass.” She remarks with a giggle and you laugh.

“Get ready to run!” Dustin commands as you break through the last bond.

“Woah, no running.” You complain and he stares at you in disbelief.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you or anything but…” He steps closer, raising his voice, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

“Shhh.” Robin holds out a finger to his lips as she leans on you. “Quiet now, my little friend.”

“Can we skip the reunions or do you want the Russians to kill us?” Erica Sinclair places a hand on her hip and your eyes widen.

“Baby Sinclair?” You gasp and Dustin nods his head.

“Okay, yeah, let’s go.” He pushes everyone towards the doors hurriedly, “We’ll talk later.”

Steve ends up next to you as you run through the hallways, Robin giggling as she runs just in front.

Despite the aching red-hot heat of Steve’s face, he couldn’t help but worry about the blood that had poured down your face. Sure, you were upright, running for your life just like everyone else, but you were also never one to announce when you were in pain. It was the only thing he found irritating about you; the fact you didn’t seem to care for yourself.

Although, right now, Steve couldn’t focus on one thing at a time. Damn, these Russians really know how to make a drug.

You all approach a vehicle, Erica climbing in the front after ordering Robin to sit in the back space. You frown. A tuk-tuk. That was a new one for you.

But before you climb on in, you suddenly come to a halt.

“What are you doing?” Dustin panics and you let out a groan.

“I left my knife.” You pout and Erica raises her eyebrows.

“This girl ain’t all there.” She comments and Steve tuts at her.

“How. Dare. You.” He walks over to you, hand on your shoulder. “She is the smart...iest person I know. And she wants her knife.”

“No, they’re right.” You sigh, “I’ll find a new one.”

“Oh, what about…” Steve pulls out his keys and holds one out so it looked like a tiny sword. “Eh?”

As you look up at him, there’s a warm and bubbly feeling in your chest. Your head was telling you that it was the drugs still affecting you, practically screaming the information. But your heart…

“No. You’re right.” Steve tosses the keys over his shoulder and you both burst into laughter, leaning against eachother just as echoes of guards sounded from the hallway.

“Guys!” Dustin shouts at you, “Get in!”

“M’lady.” Steve holds out a hand so you can climb in the back with Robin and you accept.

“Why, thank you. But…” You grip tightly onto his hand just as you step inside, face falling and giving your best deadpanned expression. “You’ve made a grave mistake.”

Just as Dustin starts the engine, you tug as hard as you can on Steve’s hand and he flips over the side, falling into the back of the tuk-tuk with a yelp.

“See?” You laugh, Robin in fits of tears behind you. “That’s why you should never trust-”

Dustin suddenly drives off at full speed and you go flying, landing beside Robin. The initial pain wears off pretty quickly as you all roll around in the back, giggles escaping you until your stomach hurt.

You forgot the drug would take a while longer to leave your system. But at least you were escaping this hell for the first time in eight months. Even if the glee would be short-lived.

You didn’t know things were about to get a whole lot worse.

To be continued...

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a-sentient-horax · 3 months

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Wednesday, January 17, 2024

First day back to class! My boyfriend was able to stay home with the puppy, but we are going to have to start finding people willing to watch him over the next four weeks, which I haven't begun yet but is going to not be fun.

I still haven't heard anything back from more than just the one law school I got into, and the one that I was waitlisted for. I have literally so much to do. Ugh. I had to go to my yearly eye exam so I could get contacts. Well that was a $500 expense that I was not ready for. I have to pay my car insurance like, right now like right after I post this. That's gonna be a cool $300 so, there goes all that Christmas money. And then, of course, school I have to pay for.

I am a bundle of nerves, I'm very busy and I have no money. Ugh.

[EDIT] Ok I am back a few hours later. I have a little more time now so I'll write a little more. I did pay my insurance (booooo) but I also found out that my boyfriend has a bunch of credits for Amazon (yaaaaaay). His chair recently broke and so he's using a lawn chair until we can get a new one for him. It's actually not that bad tbh. He got that lawn chair a year or two ago and spent some money to get a really good one that is comfortable and can hold his weight. It has cupholders as well and tbh it's not a bad solution for an office chair. Anyway, I told him to use the Amazon credits for a chair for himself. Whatever is left over maybe I will use for me, maybe I will save it for next Christmas now that I know that is an option lol.

First two classes of the day are done, which is stellarrrrrr. For one of my classes I have to download Unity. It is a programming video games class which I admittedly took because it sounded easy and now I am actually excited for it.

Speaking of, I really, really, really want to spend this year dedicating more time to my friends and my hobbies. However, it's difficult for me to form healthy habits around both of those things. So, I am on a bit of a journey right now to look for some tools or maybe just ways to help me. I know it sounds silly or like, idk like im an asshole. But i forget to text people back. And its really, really bad. I feel like a horrible friend, I lose friendships because of it. It's not like I'm purposefully forgetting to text them or that I don't think about my friends. I just, I get a text and im overwhelmed or I'm not ready to answer or I'm just not in the right headspace and so I think "I'll answer it later" and suddenly two weeks have gone by and the person I genuinely enjoyed and wanted to talk to thinks I hate them. So, yeah. I'm trying to be better, I am. It's difficult, and I would love a tool that would help me lol.

I did pay my insurance also. Even though spending large amounts of money and official adult things like insurance make me want to throw up.

#journal

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wrestlezon · 2 years

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liveblog containment post for aew dynamite 6/8/22

not a lot of matches announced... i wonder what will happen

battle royale!! oh no eddie is on first group?? nooooo "we hear from trent" what the. what is he going to say... i guessed tony nese would be first to be eliminated and i was right. yooo whoaaa there goes lance archer. i wouldve thought hager wouldve been tossed out first lmao john silver owns. his wacky run and then just started suplexing whoa! takeshita!!! i wouldnt mind if he won either i love the gunnacclaimed so much i cant imagine trying to follow this battle royale in pip. good thing i am able to pay fite to watch this garcia and hager have just been exclusively killing eddie this whole time pppowerhouse hobbs! bobby fish! dante martin! they have so many guys in this ring. they gotta start eliminating people OH!!!!!!!??? YUTA!!!!!!!!! i was going to say that chuck isnt going to be here and he is still on some sort of wrestle vacation but now that yuta is here chuck should come out and then get eliminated by him. for the drama oh no!!!! MAX CASTER!!!! there are literally too many guys in here. oh here we go, gunn club out HOLY SHIT!!!!! SWERVE???? BETRAYAL??? BUT THEY HAD A TAG TEAM NAME AND EVERYTHING!!! WHAT THE oh apparently wardlow has a talky segment later? interesting oh no! john silver! EDDIE AND GARCIA OUT? I DIDNT EVEN SEE. and hager NOOOO MY EDDIE KINGSTON DREAMS THO AND TAKESHITA TOO?????? i def dont know who is gonna win this now. all my guesses are out ricky starks... u_u lmao good thing they replayed the eddie bit whoa! darby out! man i wonder if andrade is gonna win this, then.... yay! yuta!! i like yuta but i dont want him to win this. he already had a good fight with mox. i want one of these other guys to have a good fight with mox oh!!! midair low blow!!! poor fenix... ANDRADE OUT????? now its just yuta and kyle???????????? oh its kyle. huh!

whoa. moxley speech i think moxley should win tbh. i think kyle is a fine person to lose to moxley. if kyle wins i will be shocked, confused, and mad

lmao they got hot mics for this entire commercial break. these mics are HOT and ON. im hearing everything

a brand new championship??? MORE championships???? ALL ATLANTIC CHAMPION???? rep your countries!!!! wows

buddy matthews vs pac!!! :)c yay pac both of these guys are fresh out of the shower. they are so damp two muscled beef men are grappling each other right in front of me

jr: "whats trent got to say" lmao. RUDE

huh... i wonder whats gonna happen during this Wardlow Talking Segment... is mjf gone for good? or...

"rooting for pac to advance" huh wha. in what, this? is this for the atlantic title? or in general. i stopped paying attention for a second oh apparently it is! thats sudden AND fast. glad pac is winning. i want miro to be the overall winner tho. go miro! go miro!!

EDDIE SEGMENT!!! eddie fighting hager... u_u hager...

LMAO THE RINGSIDE MIC STILL ON FOR COMMERCIALS hell yea HOT THE MIC

oh! TRENT MUSIC why am i being denied trent intro trent in regular clothes. what is going on here WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOUR FRIENDS TRENT DONT TELL ME THEYRE GONNA BREAK UP THE BEST FRIENDS. WHAT THE roppongi vice ftr rematch... oh yeah i forgot their match didn't have an actual winner. it got interrupted oh what if we have an ftr trent trios match against njpw?? HELLO oh its osprey. i know people hate this guy for realsies they beat up trent u_u

regal and the undisputed elite segment lmfao at tony schiavone's silent "wow"

hangman page vs david finley!! hangman... :)c big chops!! man the audio mixing on this ep is jacked up YOU CANT DRINK RANDOM PEOPLE'S BEER DRINKS!!! ITS COVID TIMES!!!!!!!!!! HANGMAN NO get 'em, hangman! :)c what a solid body move finley asscrack reveal buckshot!!! yay hangman

talk to me hangman. whaddya gonna say... forbidden door... iwgp!!!!!!!!!!!!! hangman!!!!!!!!!! OKADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh adam cole is sassin it up. oh are the adams gonna be fighting again? boo adam cole. booooo

oh! thunder rosa segment "whoa! marina shafir" lmao tony hello. the women are looking into each others eyes and talking about how they wanna be each others problems

wardlow time! whats this gonna be about... not wardlows world!! whoa. wardlow is pro-punk. oh, actually, yeah thats fair. i wouldnt want wardlow to be interim title guy either. he should get a good shake. oh!!! tnt wardlow!!!???

oh! its mark sterling again! hes still repping the security guards "you ripped up LEGAL DOCUMENTS on LIVE TV. you cant do that, you DUMMY!" lmfao!!! i love mark sterling TWENTY-- WARDLOW WOULD LOVE TO KILL TWENTY SECURITY GUARDS. HE ALREADY DID IT, HE'D DO IT AGAIN NO PROBLEM

oh! its the young bucks! "nice room, bucks of youth!" the hardys are here! LMFAO jurassic express is here now too. i love a bunch of guys standing in a room my friend said this is bte shit and it is. its making me laugh jungle boy is so O_O jungle boy's "what" was SO innocent omg ladder match! are they finally going to do "christian cage pushes jungle boy too hard" angle... a ladder match tho. but jeff hardy..........

oh! its marina shafir vs thunder rosa thunder rosa with the kill bill outfit! yay hell of a kick by rosa on the zoomout cam whoa what a counter! and for the win too

oh no! who is gonna save thunder rosa toni storm is here! ohhh...! aggression... da tension.

the baddies segment! lmfao stokely just standing in from tony schiavone thank you baddies for continuing to push alien statlander. more copium to get me through these trying times

oh! kris statlander vs velvet, evil mode rematch! OH!!! FTR TRENT TRIOS MATCH REAL!!! YAY (but also: huh...) lmfao wardlow 20v1!!!!!!!!

its moxley vs kyle time! im crossing my arms. if mox doesnt win then i will riot drinking floor water... moxley... the collywobbles? british NERVOUS... SLAP FIGHT ragdoll...

cool pin moxley thats good. im glad moxley won

secret bonus fite clip

#talkzon

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authorkun · 3 years

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (001)

Jujutsu Kaisen x Male reader

Warning: Mentions of su!cide, gore, violence, and strong themes

"𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣, 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨."

A smooth honey like voice dripped with interest of the vessel that stood before him. The male's eyes casted down before traveling back up the first year's torso. He licked his lip at the sight with a smirk.

"Oya? Oya? N/n-Chan where did you come from? You were supposed to be in Hyogo." A blindfolded sensei questioned. N/n, or better known as M/n sent a small wave at his underclassmen, who gaped at both his sensei and senpai with wide eyes. "Oh the other second-years would love this." M/n took out his phone and and started taking an array of photos of Megumi.

"Anyways, I was, heard there was a SGP (special grade problem) going on. Thought I'd check it out. You too?" He lazily draped himself against the older. "The elders complained about putting my abilities to good use." Gojo chuckled remembering the annoying email from the secretary. "Anyways, who's this?" "Yuji Itadori sir!" The pinkette quickly bowed. A hearty laugh bubbled in M/n's throat at the formal honorific. "Get up no need for that, cause a nice senpai like me cares for underclassman." The male proudly pointed to himself.

"M/n L/n. Say where is the cursed object anyways?" Itadori sweat dropped. "Well I ate it." "Damn the kid has balls." M/n bluntly stated making a certain raven haired sorcerer flustered at the vulgar statement. "So how's Sukuna, or whatever his face is?" The (e/c) orbs analyzed Itadori looking for any sign of the curse. "He's annoying, he keeps on talking." Tapping his head with his palm signaling the telepathic link. "10 seconds."

"Huh?" "Come on back after 10 seconds." Gojo reiterated. "I dunno about this." "Don't worry I'm the strongest." M/n playfully rolling his eyes. "And if it gets out of hand, I'm stronger." "Megumi, hold onto this will ya." Gojo tossed a paper bag towards him. "Can you also hold onto this? It's killing my back." The second-year threw a heavy duffel bag Fushiguro's way, almost knocking him out. "What's this?" Megumi's eyes lingered on the white bag. "Kikufuku Mochi." His eyebrow twitched at the information. 'He was buying souvenirs, while people were dying?!'

"Aww Megumi they're not souvenirs. They're for the bullet train back." Sukuna was suddenly in the air about to pounce on the 'unsuspecting' male. "Behind you!" Fushiguro yelled worriedly. Gojo dodged getting close to the curse's ear. "Two of my students are watching so, I hope you don't mind me showing off." He turned sending a blow towards Sukuna's back, making him stumble. 'He's unbelievably fast. Not only that-.'

"It doesn't matter what era it is, you guys are always a pain you stupid Jujutsu sorcerer! He dryly laughed. "But that doesn't matter to me." With a flick of his wrist chunks of concrete flew towards Gojo. Who when the dust cleared stood unscathed holding the rubble as nothing. "Should be about time." M/n clicked his tongue, while filing his nails next to Fushiguro. The markings on Itadori's body disappearing. "What a surprise! You can control it!" He yelled. "He's kind of annoying though." Itadori repeated.

"It's a miracle that's the only side effect." With that, the older tapped his head knocking the first-year out. "Aww booooo I was looking forward to annoying Sasuki more." The M/n whined like a toddler throwing away his file. "What did you do?" Fushiguro asked ignoring his senpai. "He's knocked out." Gojo stated holding onto the passed out male. "I though you were smarter then that Megumiii." The two once again ignored the manic (h/c-ette). "If he wakes up and isn't possessed...he might have potential as a vessel." He reasoned. "Quick question what do I do with him?" M/n sweat dropped. "Even if he has potential, under Jujutsu regulations he must be executed..." He drawled off. "But I don't want to let him die!" Fushiguro finished with a determined look.

"Is that a personal opinion?" M/n playfully teased. "Yes, a personal opinion. Please do something about it." "Hmm a precious student's request." Gojo scratched his chin in 'thought'. "Leave it to me, and your senpai!" He exclaimed. "So with that, let me reiterate...you're gonna be executed." The blindfolded teacher waved his hands around in finger guns. "This story doesn't make sense so far." Itadori grumbled. "Hey, Man, I tried. An execution is an execution, but I managed to suspend the sentencing."

"A suspended sentencing? So it's on hold now?" The pinkette questioned. "Yup. Let me explain from the top." Gojo went to grab something out of his pocket realizing it was gone. "Looking for this?" M/n's form came out of the shadows, holding up the shriveled appendage. "This look familiar?" Itadori raised a brow. "Another finger?" "Ding ding ding. You want a cookie or something?" M/n leaned on his sensei's shoulder aggravating him even more. "Its the same cursed object you so voluntarily consumed. There's 20 total, we're in possession of six." "Twenty? Oh, including both arms and legs." Nodding his head in understanding. "Wrong, Sukuna has four arms." M/n stated nonchalantly tossing the finger up for Gojo to blast towards the wall creating a small crater like hole. The finger looked unscathed. "As you can see, you can't destroy it. It's that powerful of a curse.

With every passing day it gets even stronger." The (h/c-ette) moved from his place wandering behind Itadori, the hot breath on his neck made himself shutter. "That's where you come in. You die, the curse in you dies as well." M/n moved back rocking back on his heels. "The Elders have a stick up their ass and wanted to kill you right away. My dear Gojo and I thought it be a waste for a pretty face like you to offed yet."

A small pink flush dusted against Itadori's cheeks. "There's no guarantee that another vessel able of controlling of Sukuna will ever come around again. So... our proposal was, "if we're gonna kill him, why not after he takes in the rest of Sukuna". Killing two birds with one stone really. Your two choices right now are either to die now or wait to find the rest of Sukuna and die then." An intimidating aura surrounding M/n.

The next day

"Who died?" M/n asked picking at his nails, feeling oddly uncomfortable around the place heavy with death and sadness. "My Grandpa,he was more of a dad I guess though." Itadori hung his head. "I see, sorry to bother you at a time like this." Gojo apologized sitting himself next to the male. "Are there a lot of casualties with curses like this?"

"This is a pretty uncommon circumstance...But if you're talking about potential damage, yes." In the corner of Gojo's eyes he could see M/n's hand start to tremor. "...Let's just say, you're lucky to die normally after an encounter with a curse. Finding a body torn in two is still a light death compared to the others..." M/n stare burned into the bench a few feet in front of them. Walking off as flashes of blood painting the walls continued replaying in his head. "What's wrong with him?" Itadori asked looking off towards where the male went off to. "Not many things are known about M/n. Supposedly during a special grade case, they had found a witness around the age of 7 standing in the middle of what was assumed his family. The report was hard to read not much about the kid except the crazed look in his eyes and the astronomical amounts of cursed energy spilling from his body.

The case was left unfinished because they couldn't understand what exactly happened. The one account from the boy saying that it was a monster who killed his family. Of course when they checked there wasn't a sign of a curse. The elders shut the case down and took in the kid in, fear of his powers haunting them. From what I know, he was taught by the principal himself how to control his cursed abilities. When I was in my last year, I heard about an incident including the boy with a special grade. It had changed him from an outgoing and friendly person to a husk of one. He distanced himself and gained the liking of inducing pain on himself. He's strange that's for sure." A vision of a preteen M/n slitting his arms for an 'experiment'.

He claimed the experiment was to figure out how many cuts he could endure before passing out. Itadori stared at the older with an opened mouth. An image of the bandaged male popped into his head. 'Bandages'. "When I saw him pass in the hallways smiling like no tomorrow, made me think if the incident had never happened to him..."

"...He would have a normal life" he finished the other's sentence. "But that kind of thinking is common when you first get into the game. You learn how to ignore those thoughts. Those thoughts alone could drive a man insane. If you start investigating the remains of Sukuna, you'd probably some gruesome scenes, every sorcerer has their case that changes them wether it be for the best or the worst. Pick your hell."

"If Sukuna is eliminated, will there be fewer people killed by curses?" Itadori's grandpa's words rung in his head. "Of course." Gojo nodded his head. "You got that other finger?" "Yeah." Gojo placed the object in his hand. Itadori took a second to study it. "Now that I look at it it is pretty disgusting." He said tossing the appendage into his mouth absent mindedly swallowing it with a gross gulp. 'That's one tenth of Sukuna, how will that sit?' Black marks appeared on his body before leaving as quickly as they came. "Blaughhh, that was so gross." The male wrapped a hand around his throat at the taste. 'He's able to control Sukuna without a problem, heh.' Gojo thought. "I take it you're prepared for what's to come?" "Not at all. I am wondering why I have to be executed though. But I know I can't leave this curse alone. It's final, I'm gonna eat the rest of Sukuna. That's all"

"Yahooo! I'm back!" An overly enthusiastic voice emerged. M/n ran over waving his hands around. A bag slung around his shoulders. Something seemed off. An evident bruise starting to form around his neck peeking out from the loosely wrapped bandages. A cut lip and a few more scrapes littering his face. "What happened?" M/n shrugged still smiling. "Just a fight, this delinquent looking guy said he had a bone to pick with me, he had his fun....and so did I~" He took out his phone, shoving it into both of their faces. Sure enough a buff looking male was in tears, tied up. "The old wasabi and mustard up the nose always works like a charm." M/n shoved the device back into his coat, before handing the paper bag over to Gojo who quirked his brow.

"I went on a little trip into town and got you this~" The male's hands roamed around the bag pulling out a box. "I saw this delectable Mochi stand and turns out their family were from Sendai. What's the chance they made kikufuku? I got them for free since the owner was an old friend. Told 'em it was a gift for someone special." He winked at the end. Sukuna lowly growled barely loud enough for Itadori to hear. 'What's your problem?' 'Shut it brat.' Sukuna coldly snapped.

"This is why you're my favorite second-year." Gojo chuckled as if he were a grade school girl. "Looks like it's shaping up to be a fun hell. Get your belongings together by the end of the day." He turned towards Itadori, Megumi now standing behind him. "We goin' somewhere?" "Tokyo." Fushiguro answered with a battered face. "Ah! My little Meg-Chan is back!" M/n attacked the poor male in a tackle like hug. Snuggling his face further into the first-year's chest. A red hue danced acrossed the ravenette's face, as Gojo secretly took pictures.

Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School The walk to the school was quiet, the only noise being the light chatter being shared between the two with occasional comments from M/n, who's interest was glued to a small book in his hands. The quietness of the curse had caught Itadori off guard, causing questions to form about his weird behavior. Sukuna seemed to keep his gaze fixed onto the object held by the other. 'The book he's holding..' Itadori's eyes flickered over to the small piece of literature questioning it's importance. "What are you reading?"

"Just an old book I'm rereading." The male had answered turning to the next page. "If you have already read it why are you reading it again?" His curiosity had gotten the better of him. "A good book never gets old no matter how many times you read it." What confused Itadori, is why Sukuna was so fixated on the older. A soft thud sounded out as M/n closed the book, placing it back into his pocket. "Anyways, you're about to have an interview with the principal." "The principal?!" He exclaimed confused.

"There's a high probability he could reject you so make sure you go all out." M/n said once again picking at his nails in amusement. "What then! Immediate execution?" He snapped making the former quirk a brow at his statement. A small mouth formed onto his cheek.

"So you're not the boss? Pathetic, a hierarchy that isn't based off of strength is worthless." Itadori slapped a hand over his cheek, keeping Sukuna from further speaking. "I'm sorry about him, he pops out." "You have quite the amusing body now." M/n cheekily said. Another small mouth popped out, this time located on his hand. "I owe you a favor you know."

"Not again!"

"Once I make this brat's body my own, you'll be the first one I kill. The male next to you will once again be my king when I take my crown back." M/n crossed his arms in confusion.

"It's an honor to be targeted by Sukuna himself, but what do you mean 'your king once again'?

"Have you ever wondered what caused the incident ten years ago? And why the Elders were so keen on raising him?" The mouth disappeared leaving both Gojo and M/n astounded at the new information.

'How does Sukuna know about that, and why did the elders drop the case as if it were nothing.' "You wouldn't do that would you senpai?" A hopeful smile painted on Itadori's face. "...." The words couldn't form as M/n stood wide-eyed at the curse's words.

'I wouldn't, would I?...'

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ask-ciaphas-cain · 4 years

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A Comprehensive Cain Cover Art Ranking

Idea and categories by @thesilentinquisitor, compilation by me, commentary by both.

Traitors Hand

Evren-mun: Drive me closer, I want to hit them with my sword! +1 for classic memery, -1 for apparently being set in a giant bowl of Cheetos Beauty: ★★★☆☆ I can’t really see his face, but it looks alright

Sexiness: ★★☆☆☆

Heroism: ★★★★★

Hat Size: ★★★☆☆ Average size hat. A normal human being’s hat.

Biceps: ★★★☆☆ Perfectly normal human biceps. Very good.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★★★★ It won’t come off any time soon

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★★☆☆ It looks like it’s shooting lava, but it’s a good size. Evren-mun: Every weapon is spewing fire, regardless of its actual ammunition

Kissability:★☆☆☆☆ Not with that face.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence:★★★★★ There he is!!! The lad! Right there front and center!

The Last Ditch

Evren-mun: Dark! Moody! A little pouty! Very ornate! Is that a soul patch or a shadow? The second most kissable because he's already puckering up a little

Beauty: ★★★☆☆ 3 stars for cheekbones, 0 stars for everything else. This seems to be the start of the trend of not actually seeing his face.

Sexiness: ★★★☆☆ Where is his face? I can’t tell.

Heroism: ★★★★★ Broodily pouting in front of charging orkz? Can’t get braver than posing in front of imminent death!

Hat Size: ★★★☆☆ Excellent normal hat.

Biceps:★☆☆☆☆ Is this even a Cain book cover if we can’t see them???

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★★★★

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★★★☆ Look at that ornate filigree!

Kissability: ★★☆☆☆ He’s pouty, but that’s not really doing him any favors.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ☆☆☆☆☆ WHERE IS HE

Saviour of the Imperium version 1

Evren-mun: 🥔 🥔 🥔 🥔 🥔 🥔 🥔 🥔 🥔 🥔 🥔 🥔 🥔

NO. ZERO STARS, -∞, CAUSES PSYCHIC DAMAGE UPON VIEWING

Saviour of the Imperium version 2

Evren-mun: Stumpylegs McGee How does he lift up a chainsword longer than his own torso and half his legs?

Beauty: ★★☆☆☆ I’m taking off a star because his legs seem to have been taken off a squat and pasted under his belt.

Sexiness:★★★☆☆ It would have been higher if, again, he didn’t look like the illustration of Horus standing on a table.

Heroism: ★★★☆☆ He’s just kind of... standing there, shooting at the ground. Well posed though.

Hat Size: ★★☆☆☆ it looks like it shrunk a little in the wash

Biceps: ★★★☆☆ This is a swole man.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★★☆☆ Very tight, but it looks like its holding on for now.

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★☆☆☆ It’s a gun!

Kissability: ★★☆☆☆ He looks very stern here. Not approachable.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ☆☆☆☆☆ Well he sure ain’t here.

Old Soldiers Never Die version 1

Evren-mun: Very nice. Not as tense or horrific as the old cover, though

Beauty: ★★★★★ Now this is more like it! Rosy skin, subtle smirk, this is a pretty pretty man!

Sexiness:★★★★★ That swagger! That confidence! He is unbothered by the zombies behind him and I like that.

Heroism: ★★☆☆☆ He’s posing, not fighting. It’s like the zombies are a green screen background.

Hat Size: ★★★★☆ Oversized, but not ridiculous, this is a good hat

Biceps: ★★☆☆☆ How dare they be proportional to his body

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★★★★ Holy crap an actually illustrated uniform I can use for reference? GW what happened

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★☆☆☆ This is a very reasonable gun.

Kissability: ★★★★★ Look at that goddamn smirk, you wanna smooch it off.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ☆☆☆☆☆ None! Boooo! Especially as he’s kind of the hero of this story. Booooo.

Old Soldiers Never Die version 2

Evren-mun: Shades of the Walking Dead Not very sexy or kissable but very heroic

Beauty: ★★★☆☆ He’s a little busy! But I can see it under the hat.

Sexiness:★★★☆☆ Again, he’s a little busy right now.

Heroism: ★★★★★ I am convinced that he’s about to be buried in zombies, but he’s still fighting them off. Incredible.

Hat Size: ★★★☆☆

Biceps: ★★★☆☆ I can’t really see them but they look pretty nice.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★★★★ He might actually be protected from a few bites before they all start gnawing.

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★☆☆☆ This gun is useful and it’s actively firing. Not a prop.

Kissability: ★☆☆☆☆ Not after he’s been near the zombies, sorry

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ☆☆☆☆☆ Where! is! my stinky mans!

Hero of the Imperium

Evren-mun: Very bicep, not very sexy or kissable

Low hat size

Very high hero score

Beauty: ★☆☆☆☆ If he’s beautiful, I can’t see it under his hat.

Sexiness: ★☆☆☆☆ Again, cannot see his face to determine.

Heroism: ★★★★☆ Well, he is posing, but he just capped an ork Nob. Very nice.

Hat Size: ★★☆☆☆ How IS his face hiding under that little hat??

Biceps: ★★★★☆ He’s smuggling some fruit in them sleeves.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★★★★

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★★★☆ His hands had to grow to accommodate that hefty chunk of gun.

Kissability: ★☆☆☆☆ Why is his head so damn small

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ☆☆☆☆☆

The Greater Good

Evren-mun: Small hat, high heroism, -1 for sword that could get on Disneyland rides by itself

+1 for painted-on trousers

Hey, I’ve seen this one! This is just the Savior of the Imperium cover again, but with a Tau on it!

For The Emperor

Evren-mun: Very ornate uniform Much bedroom eyes wow

Beauty: ★★★★☆ This is my favorite of the “old” Cain covers and the first one I used as a face reference.

Sexiness: ★★★★☆ He’s giving you bedroom eyes on the battlefield. Damn. I’m ace and I feel it.

Heroism: ★★★☆☆ I’m taking a star away just because it’s clearly posing in front of a green screen, but I love the flag.

Hat Size: ★★★★☆ This is a good hat! It accents his head and doesn’t overwhelm it.

Biceps: ★★★★☆ You can see them, but they’re not fit to burst from his coat. Very good.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★★★★ Looks battleworn but in a good way. Comfy leather.

Gun Ridiculousness: ★☆☆☆☆ This is the most reasonable gun I’ve seen so far! How dare they give him a reasonable gun.

Kissability: ★★★★★ He holsters the gun and sweeps you into a kiss while still holding his banner. The entire regiment applauds.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ☆☆☆☆☆ I forgive them because it’s clearly a propaganda poster.

The Emperor’s Finest

Evren-mun: 10/10 for cheekbones Not very kissable. The corpse paint makes him look sinister. The chain looks like a nipple piercing. Vacuum sealed for freshness.

Beauty: ★★☆☆☆ He’d be prettier if he didn’t look so damn emaciated in the face. He’s somehow simultaneously really pretty and really ugly on this one.

Sexiness: ★★☆☆☆ Great body, really confusing face.

Heroism: ★★★☆☆ If you’re being BACKED by Space Marines, you’re pretty damn heroic.

Hat Size: ★★★★☆ That is a very pointy hat.

Biceps: ★★☆☆☆ Myeeeehhh they’re unimpressive compared to his titties.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★☆☆☆ You could lick your finger and rub the uniform off.

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★★☆☆ It fits in his hand but that is a FAT, FAT boi

Kissability: ★★☆☆☆ His lips are simultaneously nice and look like fist lips. I’m confused.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ☆☆☆☆☆

Duty Calls

Evren-mun: Very heroic, not very sexy because I can't see him. Very topheavy. Muscles like a turtle's shell

*squints* Honestly, I have this up on my large monitor and I still can’t see anything. Gun big, hat big, but that’s it.

Death or Glory

Evren-mun: Duel-wielding guns he probably doesn't even own. How has he not broken both arms by now?

Beauty: ★★☆☆☆ He looks kinda like scared Rambo?

Sexiness: ★★☆☆☆ He’d be sexier if he didn’t look like a Rambo parody. I like muscles, but not like this.

Heroism: ★★★★★ He is actively dual wielding bolters, standing on an ork corpse that he stabbed, with a banner strapped to his back. This is the platonic ideal heroic Cain.

Hat Size: ★★☆☆☆ It’s a normal sized, fine hat, which does not fit the aura of this picture at all.

Biceps: ★★★★★ LOOK AT THOSE MELONS! This Cain lives on plain chicken breasts and pumping iron every night. No wonder his sleeves didn’t make it.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★☆☆☆☆ Evren-mun: Flexed so hard the sleeves exploded.

And the rest of it is painted on!

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★★★☆ They’re big, they’re chunky, they’re smoking and filigreed.

Kissability: ★★☆☆☆ He’s a little busy at the moment.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ☆☆☆☆☆

Choose Your Enemies

Evren-mun: Jurgen Presence, now with hat - 8/10

Beauty: ★★★★★ Model Cain is back and I love him. Look at that smug knifecat face.

Sexiness: ★★★★★ He’s got the confidence and swagger, and the draped coat. Excellent.

Heroism: ★★☆☆☆ He’s posing while Jurgen and Colonel Kasteen are looking at him like he’s lost his fucking mind. Not very heroic.

Hat Size: ★★★★☆ It is a nice size, but still balanced to his head.

Biceps: ★★☆☆☆ Normal human biceps.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★★★★ What a lovely, made of cloth uniform.

Gun Ridiculousness: ★☆☆☆☆ I can’t really see it well enough to make a good judgement on it.

Kissability: ★★★★☆ If he weren’t so DAMN SMUG he’d be very smoochable.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ★★★★★ He’s here and he’s actively judging Cain. This is a very good Jurgen. Excellent.

Caves of Ice

Evren-mun: A very Present Jurgen

+2 sexy for the fur coat

Which appears to be on fire

Beauty: ★★★★☆ He looks very lovely, but he’s really clenching his teeth.

Sexiness: ★★★☆☆ The tight fur coat is very nice I can see his abs through it.

Heroism: ★★★★☆ He’s actively in battle and waving a sword. Among his regiment. Very good.

Hat Size: ★★★★☆ Another large but well fitting hat.

Biceps: ★★★☆☆ They’re there but not overwhelming.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★☆☆☆ It’s thin and shows off his figure but it’s still clearly made of fabric rather than paint.

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★★☆☆ Chunky but still holdable and functional.

Kissability: ★★☆☆☆ He looks very bitey.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ★★★★★ THERE HE IS. THE SMELLY MANS!! WHERE HE SHOULD BE

Cain’s Last Stand

Evren-mun: Very heroic, but the corpse paint makes a reappearance

Beauty: ★★☆☆☆ He’s got some hints of nice features but they’re either under the hat or hidden by his grimace.

Sexiness: ★★☆☆☆ He’s being very heroic and shooty, which is nice but not arousing.

Heroism: ★★★★★ He’s carrying a wounded man and walking through enemy fire while firing back! A hero to the core.

Hat Size: ★★★★★ This is a very pointy, big hat.

Biceps: ★★★★☆ I can’t see them but at the same time look at how thick his gun arm is. He’s definitely swole here.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★☆☆☆ It’s very thin again, but there’s an actual cloth collar?

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★★☆☆ That sure is a square with fire coming out of it.

Kissability: ★☆☆☆☆ He looks like he’d poke your eye out with that nose.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ☆☆☆☆☆ Aaaaand he’s gone again.

Defender of the Imperium

Evren-mun: Very low Uniform Integrity Very high biceps High sexy for the pose and torn-out boob window

Beauty: ★★★☆☆ He’s pretty but very austere

Sexiness: ★★★★★ Mmmyess, that artfully torn uniform. The pose to show off all the good bits. Very nice.

Heroism: ★★★☆☆ He’s just killed a tyranid and now he’s posing on it. It’s good.

Hat Size: ★★★★★ The biggest, pointiest hat!!!

Biceps: ★★★★★ He hasn’t quite burst out of them but he’s ripped them, probably by flexing.

Uniform Structural Integrity: ★★☆☆☆ It’s very thin cloth again, probably designed to rip upon a flex and to show off muscles.

Gun Ridiculousness: ★★★★☆ It’s like a book with a handle on it. It looks so unwieldy.

Kissability: ★☆☆☆☆ There’s the pointy nose again. He looks too stern for kissing.

(Bonus) Jurgen Presence: ☆☆☆☆☆

#briefly appears to climb back on my bullshit then vanishes again

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arkannis · 3 years

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Thank you so much for all the time & effort you put into my ask! (Headcanon anon) I've got two more questions, hopefully they won't be as stressful/time consuming! First, what do you think the third expansion for eternal empire would have covered if people hadn't demanded a return to Pub vs Imp? And do you have any recommendations for fan content that develops Arcann's character/ gives more overall depth to the Eternal Empire arc?

You're welcome anon!.. I'm gonna try answer this as short as possible lol

I think they would have had more time to focus on the Outlander's relationship to Valkorion...it just seems all very abrupt! Especially if you're a non force sensitive. There's gotta be more reason than "you leave a mark wherever you go in the galaxy". JK and SW make sense because they're associated with the Emperor. BH, trooper, and smuggler would make sense leading an Alliance though. I'm not sure about IA though 😥 You're an agent, freelance or Empire, why would you take on such a...public, overt appearance... Valkorion would not be interested in u (imo). JC and SI still make sense though. JC is quite powerful in the Force. And I have no doubt in mind that they would have developed Arcann's redemption and possibly, a Vaylin redemption. Maybe would have had more time to focus on your companions - it seems cheap to just.... put them as alliance alerts 😐 I think the Echoes of Oblivion update wrapped up the loose ends regarding Vitiate and whatever happened in KOTET. Oh, and I also think they could have explored Thexan and Arcann's relationship. Maybe the Outlander's choices would have had more impact too... Oh, and also, your force sensitive Outlander claims to have mastered both sides of the Force... but I don't remember seeing a single cutscene where they used the opposing side's Force techniques 😐 Like hello, the Jedi might use Force lightning...I think that could have been somehow implemented as well in the third expansion - leading me to the point that the Outlander's training should have been more explored regarding the dark side and the light side. All they do is create a lightsaber or some weapon. Eh. You don't master the other side of the Force in hours. And it's hours because clearly the Outlander disappeared for a while and returned within like the same night.

I also wanted to see the destruction on the Republic's forces and the Imperial forces first hand. As in, what happened throughout those 5 years.

I'd like to see more information about the might of the Eternal Empire and how they fucked over both the Republic and Empire. It would be also interesting to examine the differences between Jedi, Sith, and the Knights. See, it's clear that the Knight's usage of both sides of the Force makes them powerful, amplified by their loyalty to Valkorion. Would the Jedi and Sith not have learned from the Knights? Would they have not learned to use the opposing side of the Force?

And secondly, Eternal Empire's history with Iokath droids. I want to know more about those Gemini droids. After SCORPIO "frees" them, it's clear they are sentient to an extent and they express emotions (one of the droids expressed being scared during KOTET)

And Arcann...like I stated earlier, I want to see his relationship with Thexan explored further. I wish we saw/heard Thexan speaking more.... I wish we knew more about Thexan. From what we only know, he excelled better than Arcann. But like, they loved each other anyways. I also wanted to see how Thexan and Vaylin interacted as well...

We also see a lot of Vaylin and Senya interaction, esp. in the trailer, but I hope we also got to see Senya interacting with the twins :,)

Regarding Arcann more specifically... I'd like to know what he actually did during the time period between Chapter 1 and The Dragon's Maw. I know the rumors were like uniting orphans on Nar Shaddaa and running a pleasure barge on Hutta (HELLO?? WHO SPREAD THIS RUMOR??). Probably had time to reflect on his own actions and trying to make a decision whether he should join the Alliance. And where did he get new clothes 😳 did he like sneak back inside his own house in zakuul LMFAOOO

hmm...cant think of anymore rn...

This is a bit off topic, but I think... I THINK OK... that during Theron betrayal arc, the Eternal Fleet and the Gravestone being destroyed was an excuse for the devs to go "well they're gone now, these two things that make the Alliance pretty much an entire faction on its own, so NOW you have to side with the pubs or imps!" Like BOOOOO we got to use the Fleet like once 😐

And by fancontent...umm...I actually... I actually don't know! There's actually quite little out there that I find, not enough for me to make a recommendation...! Or at least not enough that I know... I only know on here on tumblr. And maybe like a few Ao3 fics that left little impression on me... there could probably be on the forums...but not much... sorry anon :( Most content I see is on tumblr and that's when me and other people are adding onto headcanons and stuff....

#wowiee #arcann #zakuul hc #long post #asks

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mcgrillzdumpinc · 3 years

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Meeting with Masks

Summary: Nie Huaisang is beyond excited when he is invited to a Jin party including Carnival masks. He doesn't expect to catch feelings at the party, but it's not so bad. Written for day 7 of SangCheng Month - First Meeting!

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Pairing: Sangcheng, mentions of NieYao Rating: T Warnings: Mentions of queerphobia Word count: 1811

“The Jin invited us to a party.”

Nie Huaisang looks up from his phone just as Nie Mingjue tosses a letter on the dining table. The envelope is crisp and cream, the flap decorated by gold filigree. Nie Huaisang pulls out the invitation, which matches the envelope perfectly, and reads. The party is actually a ball being hosted at the main Jin mansion, intended to celebrate Jin Zixuan’s twenty-first birthday. Dress code is formal, drinks will be served, blah blah blah. What really interests Nie Huaisang is the text at the bottom of the invitation, several font sizes larger than the main text and bolded to emphasize its importance—

Bring a Carnival Mask!

Nie Huaisang lets out a low whistle that quickly turns into giddy laughter. “Da-ge! Update the scoreboard! The Jin are less crappy than the Yao now!”

“Because of the masks?” Nie Mingjue guesses very correctly because he is the best big brother ever.

“Yes! Oh my god I’m going to have so much fun making your mask, da-ge! Do you want to go intimidating? Sexy? Mysterious?”

“All white,” Nie Mingjue replies as he takes a black dry-erase marker to the scoreboard on the refrigerator. “This party is stupid, anyway.”

“Booooo!” Nie Huaisang declares as he stands up, arms thrown into the air in protest. “You’re boring! The most boring da-ge!”

“I still get ass,” Nie Mingjue says with a smirk.

“Gross!!!!!”

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Thankfully, the Jin (probably only Guangyao) had the foresight to send the invitation a few weeks in advance, so there was plenty of time for Nie Huaisang to research Carnival masks and start making one of his own. To Nie Mingjue’s great pleasure, there was even a mask that fit his boring requirements. So on the day of the ball, the Nie brothers arrive in hand-made and impeccable masks.

“Do you think anybody will recognize us?” Nie Mingjue asks as he readjusts his cape. Yes, cape. Nie Huaisang made him a bauta mask and Nie Mingjue, in his full jock-nerd glory, decided to wear the full historical garb, tricorn hat and cape and all.

Nie Huaisang rolls his eyes. In contrast to his nerd brother, Nie Huaisang has opted to dress a little slutty in tight-fitted dress pants, a crisp white shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, and black corset vest. His neck, fingers, and wrists are decked out in green and gold jewelry, all polished to shine in the light. He’s decorated his white mask in a similarly lavish fashion—gold lips, black eyes, gold and black filigree at the sides and top, and below the eyes is a series of gold hexagons that lead into teardrops. “I hope not,” he responds to his brother. “It’ll be way more fun surprising people.”

Together they walk up the many, many steps into the main Jin mansion. After temporarily removing their masks to prove their identities, they slip inside. The foyer is already alight with revelers, most of them likely entertainment hired to hype up the guests. It’s only 7 p.m., after all, and only a select few people would be this drunk so early into the evening. Unless the food or drink is spiked, in which case Nie Huaisang needs to find out for himself before he lets Nie Mingjue have a taste.

“Be careful with the food,” Nie Huaisang advises as he takes a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

Perceptive as always, Nie Mingjue replies, “A-Yao knows the diet my doctor recommended. He wouldn’t poison me.”

Maybe in the past he would have, but Nie Huaisang is pretty sure Jin Guangyao has a more vested interested in his Nie Mingjue’s health now that they’re dating. Hopefully. It’s hard to tell when it comes to the Jin.

“Still, be careful. Yao-ge could’ve missed something.”

Nie Mingjue stares at him. Even beneath the heavy mask, Nie Huaisang knows his brother is giving him a disbelieving look.

“You never know!” he defends as the duo reach their destination.

The ballroom is massive, large enough to house the entire population of a small town during a natural disaster. True to pompous Jin nature, Jin Zixuan is seated at the far end of the ballroom on a stage. Nie Huaisang knows it’s him because of the way he sits—the body posture of somebody who absolutely does not want to be there. Twenty-one years and the poor guy is still not used to the way his family does things.

Nie Huaisang can sympathize. He’s pretty different from the rest of his own family, too.

“I’m going to go find A-Yao,” Nie Mingjue speaks up over the orchestra music.

“Okay. Make sure he taste-tests your food!” Nie Huaisang exclaims as he raises his mask to take a sip of champagne.

“Shove off!” Nie Mingjue scolds good-naturedly.

Nie Huaisang waves off his brother before heading into the crowd. Looking around, there’s nobody he immediately recognizes. There’s one guy in bright red wearing a plague doctor’s mask that keeps catching Nie Huaisang’s eye, but he quickly decides that tonight is not the night to bother with the crazies. It’s generally good advice to follow when in Jin territory.

In time, Nie Huaisang finds himself a wallflower. He’s not the most easily sociable person. Friendly, sure. But he’s never been good at approaching strangers. He would have gone up to Jin Zixuan, but Nie Huaisang has no idea if the guy would lose it the second he saw a friendly face. Which would be an entire headache if that did happen. So, wall.

It’s been at least thirty minutes since he finished his champagne and he’s not feeling even slightly drugged, though. So that’s good news for his brother.

Just as he’s considering finding the buffet, a stranger joins Nie Huaisang at the wall. The stranger is tall, at least 8 centimeters taller than Nie Huaisang, and cuts an intimidating figure with broad shoulders and large hands. Their loose, black hair is long, falling to about their shoulder blades, contrasting starkly to the orchid purple button-up shirt they wear. The waistcoat they wear is a darker purple with black buttons. Slung over their right arm is a formal jacket that matches the waistcoat. Interestingly, their choice in bottoms is a pair of orchid purple pants, with the left side covered by an ankle-length black skirt. Nie Huaisang finds himself smiling at that detail—as a person who’s still questioning, he can appreciate a challenge to the gender binary.

He looks up to meet the stranger’s eyes. The stranger is looking back at him with a lovely pair of brown eyes. It’s a shame that the rest of this handsome stranger’s face is hidden by what Nie Huaisang would call the creepiest of the traditional Carnival masks—a moretta. Pitch black and perfectly round, it’s like a void has replaced the rest of the stranger’s face. In the bright lights of the ballroom, Nie Huaisang cannot see any ties keeping the mask up, so the stranger has opted for the traditional way of wearing the mask—a button between their lips. Even if they can talk, they have rendered themself effectively mute.

Still, though. Nie Huaisang likes a challenge. He introduces himself with a bow.

The stranger bows silently in return.

Nie Huaisang laughs to himself. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks.

The stranger rolls their eyes.

“Yeah, Jin parties are like that for me, too. They care way too much.”

The stranger raises their champagne glass, as if to say Cheers to that.

Nie Huaisang finds himself smiling. “You know, I really wasn’t expecting a moretta mask, of all things. It’s unique.”

The stranger doesn’t respond.

“Not a bad thing,” Nie Huaisang clarifies. “But I’m curious. Join me for a trip to the buffet?”

The stranger nods. Nie Huaisang offers his arm and, after slipping on their jacket, they take it. Together, they leave the crowded ballroom for the crowded hallways and manage to get themselves lost a few times before finally finding the buffet.

“Why the hell would they put it so far away from the ballroom?” Nie Huaisang grumbles as he moves to wait in line. He hears the stranger laugh. “I hope you remember the way back. I’m terrible with directions.”

The stranger reaches up to remove their mask. Underneath the void is a strikingly handsome visage, with sharp cheekbones and shapely lips. Nie Huaisang very much wants to ravish them immediately. “Don’t worry, I do,” they say with a rumbling, deep voice.

“Fuck you’re sexy,” Nie Huaisang utters with absolutely zero forethought. Realizing his mistake, he slaps a hand over his mask’s mouth. “I’m so sorry! That just came out!”

The stranger looks equally flustered, their eyes avoiding Nie Huaisang’s as they mumble, “It’s okay. You don’t seem like a creep.”

“I promise I’m not,” Nie Huaisang says as he removes his mask. “Which I know sounds exactly like what a creep would say, but scout’s honor! Not a creep!”

The stranger stares at him for a long second before saying, “You’re not so bad-looking yourself.”

Nie Huaisang manages to hide his fluster by announcing, “I better. It took twenty tries to get this eyeliner right.”

The stranger snorts. “Jiang Cheng, by the way,” they introduce themselves.

“Oh, shit. You’re pretty important, huh?” The Jiang hold a near-monopoly in all water-based trade in and out of their city. Nie Huaisang’s parents have pretty regular contact with Jiang Fengmian and his wife Yu Ziyuan in the interest of not losing some important trade negotiations. But, last he heard, Jiang Cheng was the Jiang’s son. “Can I get your pronouns?”

“Any,” Jiang Cheng answers.

Ah. “So the moretta mask is pretty symbolic, huh?”

“I’m out as genderfluid, but I’m not supposed to talk about it,” Jiang Cheng tells him with a notably flat affect.

Nie Huaisang frowns. “That sucks. I’m still questioning, but my family is pretty supportive.”

“My siblings are, too. Supportive, that is.” The duo reach the banquet table. Nie Huaisang receives Jiang Cheng’s mask as the other starts preparing two dishes of food. “My parents are trying, but you know how some people take queerness these days. Anyway, should I not refer to you with he/him?”

“I’m still comfortable with those pronouns,” Nie Huaisang easily responds. “Oh, get me some sausage.” Jiang Cheng obliges. “Honestly, I might just be on the gender-nonconforming side, but I’m not sure yet.”

Jiang Cheng smiles. It brings an ethereal softness to their features that Nie Huaisang would love to kiss. But he keeps his hands to himself as the two of them reach the end of the buffet table and hurry to find a spot to eat. “It takes time,” Jiang Cheng says as they trade a plate of food for their mask. “Hey, after this, want to dance?”

Nie Huaisang offers them a smile in return. “Absolutely.”

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #nie huaisang #jiang cheng #sangcheng #sangchengmonth2020 #sangchengber #sometimes i write

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 5 years

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Why? - F.W. (part one)

A/n: So I was on a marathon with my family and we got to that part in the last movie where Pansie was all "get him!" after Voldemort said to give Harry up and then ALL the Slytherins got punished so I started thinking about how it could have gone differently and this happened and y'all once I thought it out so perfectly I HAD to write it. For my fellow Green and Silvers.

Word Count: 5300+

MASTERLIST

I didn't like them from the get-go. The Weasley twins. My first day, when I was so excited I just about glowed, sitting on that sorting stool to get sorted. When I got the house I had crossed my fingers for because I had heard all about Hogwarts and had analyzed myself and predicted where I might go and had been RIGHT- and I loved to be right. When I was at my highest, having my golden moment, grinning like a child on Christmas and not noticing until later as the other first years were confused by the innocent, friendly, kind little girl they'd thought would be Hufflepuff being Slytherin. When I was still unaware of how Hogwarts worked and what it meant to be in Slytherin house, they made sure I knew.

As I made my way to the table at the end with the cheering kids in silver and green, I heard them. I heard them booing. I froze in my tracks, not down the first step yet, where everyone could see me. My face was wiped of my smile and my face had gone pale- I could feel it in the rushing feeling in my head. I slowly turned to look where it was coming from. The Gryffindor table. Two red-headed twins were grinning ear to ear as they screamed "BOOOOO!" on the top of their lungs, shaking their head and nudging each other like it was some grand joke. One of the twins - they MUST have been twins - caught my eye and his smile faded. He looked guilty. Good.

My sadness and discomfort and crushed happiness turned to anger, my face heating up. There was a hand on my back and I turned to see McGonagall. She gave me a pitying look before I turned away and finished my walk to my table, chin held high and back straight, my hands curled into fists at my side. I was angry.

When the sorting went through - my frozen moment of devastation was overshadowed and forgotten when Harry Potter of all people was sorted and went into Gryffindor - and the feast started, I turned to one of my table mates. "When I came down, there were these Gryffindors... booing me."

The girl, who had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, was a bit older than me. Her expression darkened and she seemed to age far too many years. "One thing you have to get straight. In this school, we're not Hogwarts. Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Gryffindors are Hogwarts." She glared at her food. "They think we're evil. All of us."

The word sent a wave of shock through my system. "Evil?" My voice was too light- I couldn't get any power behind my words. It was all air.

The girl placed a hand on my shoulder, her face sad and softer than before. "Don't worry, you'll have the rest of us, okay? And it's not so bad. Wait until you see the common room. Just ignore the other houses- it's better that way."

The rest of the meal I was fine. It was when I got tripped in the hallway on my way to the dorms that I finally lost it, only able to keep it together long enough to get into the rooms before I began crying. One of the other girls ran to get someone older and before long a brunette girl with green eyes came, pulling me into her chest and rubbing my back. "I'm not evil," I sobbed.

"I know," she soothes me. "They're all just arseholes, don't mind them."

So I didn't. Her words made me feel a lot better, but her actions were what soothed me. She was gentle and kind, considerate and soft. If she was a Slytherin then being a Slytherin wasn't bad and that was that. I made a vow after that night: I'd never let other kids' gossip and bull crap affect me. I would let it upset me again, let alone cry. I would NEVER cry over other peoples’ opinions. Not these peoples'. You know what, not anyone else's either.

I kept that vow, too.

My first potion's class was with Harry Potter himself. He was sitting next to a girl with bushy brown hair that I think made her look bigger- like a peacock uses its colorful feathers. I think it suited her. Professor Snape, the one teaching potions, was shooting question after question at Harry, ignoring the girl next to him as desperation crossed her face, her hand as high in the air as she could get it, wiggling.

It bugged me. Harry looked incredibly uncomfortable and the girl looked about ready to explode and Snape was being a dick. "Obviously he doesn't know." Snape looked at me sharply. Everyone did. It didn't scare me. "But SHE does. Why don't you ask a question where you want the answer, not just an opportunity to make a first year look like an idiot?"

The room was so silent that no one even dared breathe. Snape's eyes flickered to my tie, his features twisting with disgust when he noticed the green and silver. "Learn how to talk to teachers, or hold your tongue." I glared at him and that seemed to knock him silent for a second. He looked away, moving on, and I let out a soft breath I'd been holding in. I felt eyes on me and I looked over to see Harry and the girl both looking at me. The girl seemed bewildered, but Harry was smiling at me. I gave a small smile back.

Maybe not all Gryffindors were bad.

When I looked back over at my partner to whisper about how I was surprised I didn't get detention with how angry Snape had seemed, the words died on my tongue. My partner, a boy named Blaise, was glaring daggers at me. Even more viciously than Snape. "Who's side are you on?" He sneered at me.

I looked forward again and was quiet for the rest of the class. What did he mean 'who's side'? Weren't we all Hogwarts students? Was the girl who had told me it was Hogwarts versus Slytherins... serious? I was realizing I hadn't really believed her. I figured maybe a lot of people across houses didn't get along but there had to be more friendships than not. I saw twins get sorted into different houses. But I guess neither of them was in Slytherin. Harry didn't seem to hate me... though the girl next to him had seemed like she'd seen a ghost when I'd stood up for him...

I kept my mouth shut for a whole week and a half. Snape didn't much mess with Harry (though he did take opportunities that popped up) as much as he did another Gryffindor. Neville Longbottom. Harry was good at handling himself when Snape got on him. He was a tough kid and seemed generally unbothered, keeping his pride and gave little reaction passed a glare or an eye roll behind Snape's back. Neville, on the other hand, was awkward and sensitive, flinching at everything Snape said. Even if Snape was nearby or shot him a look from across the classroom. It hit every nerve in my body and was grating on every instinct I had.

Then Snape crossed a line. He threatened to hex Neville's road if the boy got the potion wrong. Neville made a pathetic sound that was halfway between a choked sob and a surprised gasp and the Slytherin next to me - Draco Malfoy this time - snickered under his breath.

"You can't do that."

Silence again, like after the first time when I'd stuck up for Harry. Draco leaned away from me as if I was diseased or had turned into a werewolf. "What," Snape asked, dragging the word out. "Did you just say to me?"

I turned around in my chair to meet his eyes, my expression determined and as controlled as his was. "I seriously doubt that Dumbledore would approve of your harming a student's familiar simply because they were confused on a spell. That's not proper punishment, Professor." I spat the last word like it was poison and his eyes narrowed.

"How would you have me handle his lack of talent then, Miss Black?" As he said my last name an emotion flickered across his face that I vaguely recognized. It was the same one that I hadn't taken much notice of my first day but was apparent to me now as I thought back on it. The same look in McGonagall's eyes as she called my name for me to be sorted. It made me nervous. They couldn’t know. Not yet.

"Maybe teach him. Then he'll know how to do it."

Someone gasped. Snape flared. "Well, since I'm so incapable of teaching him, obviously, then you will have to try for me." He took steps toward me and I genuinely felt terrified. "You and Mr. Longbottom will meet in here for detention every day for the next week and during class, you two will be paired up. If he fails, so do you." He leaned forward, flattening the palm of his hand on my desk and leaning down to get in my face. "Do I make myself clear?"

My angry gaze leveled with his and I didn't move back, which he seemed to have not been expecting as he leaned a millimeter back himself. "Crystal." I nearly growled the word. He slowly stood, moving back up the aisle to the front of the classroom. "Resume your potions," he snapped. The room returned to their potions.

After class I was finally free, only to have the back of my robes yanked on as I was dragged into a darker hallway. I choked on the pressure against my neck but was knocked breathless before I could scream once I got my air back as the same person slammed me into the nearest wall. I blinked rapidly to try and re-orient myself as unknowing students passed by. Just as the last one disappeared, the world stopped being confusing and I recognized the faces in front of me. Draco Malfoy and his two brutes- Crabb and Goyle. I hadn't much liked any of them but Draco had been generally friendly with me so they left me alone.

Now there wasn't a chance of friendship in their eyes. Or mercy. "Stop standing up for Gryffindors," Malfoy sneered. I shrunk back into the wall. "Aren't you a Slytherin? Don't you have any pride? Any self-respect? You're making the rest of us look bad."

Gathering my courage, I curled my hands into fists. "I think you're doing that fine on your own," I eased. "Looking bad. A kid is being picked on by a teacher and you're laughing as if it's funny." I scoffed. "You're a coward hiding behind bullies. And I won't stand by and let it happen- I don't care WHO you are."

Crabb was the one holding me against the wall but Draco was the one speaking, and I guess that made him just as powerful because he leaned in my face, unfazed by my words. "One day you're going to regret not keeping your mouth shut."

"And one day you'll regret not having said anything," I shot back. "It will be different, but we will both regret. The difference will be YOU will want to go back and change it. I will not."

"Why you-" Draco began.

He was interrupted. "Let. Her. Go." The four of us looked over to see an older Hufflepuff boy - a Prefect, by the badge on his robes - flanked by two tall, red-headed, identical Gryffindors. I recognized the twins from the sorting ceremony. They were the ones that had booed me. "I think you boys need to step away from the situation and calm down before this gets too ugly.

Draco hesitated before sneering a, "Come on Goyle, Crabb. This isn't worth our time." I felt the grip leave me as they left.

My eyes moved to the three boys who had rescued me. "Thank you," I said to the Hufflepuff. I ignored the twins.

"No problem. You're a first year?" I nodded. "I'm a fourth year. Cedric Diggory."

"Ylva Black," I exchanged. "You can call me Liv."

Cedric smiles, nodding. One of the twins stepped forward, next to him instead of behind. "I'm Fred, this is George. We're Weasleys. Third years." He seemed to be rambling just a bit and sensed how awkward and inorganic it was because he winced, blushing almost as red as his hair. George shot his brother a weird look and Cedric rose an eyebrow, smiling. I was unamused.

"Thanks again." I turned around and walked away.

I didn't talk to them again for quite a while, though I did see Fred in the hall constantly. Don't ask me how I knew it was Fred and not George- I just knew. There was something about the twins that made sense to me. I couldn't name it or make sense of it but it took me one interaction and then I could tell them apart... mostly. Sometimes I noticed one of them and wondered which it was. Not that I was genuinely interested in the twins who were absolute jerks but more, I liked a challenge. No one could figure out the difference. I wanted to be the first.

For a while, it was just me and Neville. We spent every potions class together and as long as he listened to me, I could keep him calm and ignore Snape's antagonizations. The only incident for a while was when the Slytherins and Gryffindors first met to learn how to fly a broom. Draco picked up Neville's Remembrall. Neville had become someone I sought to protect so it had been my instinct to step up for him, and a lot of people looked at me, almost expecting it. But going up against a teacher was different than going against Draco Malfoy, a fellow Slytherin first year. My moment of hesitation allowed Harry an opening.

The rest was my smiling and laughing as Harry put Draco in his place- until McGonagall showed up. Harry tossed me the Remembrall and I nodded, tucking it into my pocket.

At first, I thought all the Slytherins hated me as much as Malfoy, but one morning a Slytherin boy sat next to me and started talking, looping two girls across from us into the conversation. One of the girls wasn't interested but the other was and the three of us held a conversation the whole meal. The boy's name was Samuel Wiseman and the girl was Bertha Grimm. For the most part, I didn't talk to them, but during mealtimes we found each other. Then we began to hang out regularly sometimes too. When I had no one else, I had Bertha (who's name we shortened to 'Beth') and Sam.

After a month of somewhat peace was over, I ran into Cedric again. Some not-so-nice Gryffindors slammed into my shoulder, knocking me, and I nearly face planted. Cedric seemed to appear out of thin air to steady me, his eyes full of concern. "You okay?”

"Yeah," I sighed, glaring back but unable to spot who might have caught my shoulder. I looked back and Cedric, my expression softening. "It's fine, I'm getting used to it."

That seemed to bother him even more. He studied me carefully. "What are you doing later?" I shrugged. "Wanna hang out? I can help you with homework and you can tell me how your first... almost two months now, yeah?"

"Yeah," I confirmed. "I'd love that. Wanna meet in the library?" He nodded enthusiastically and I grinned for the first time since the sorting ceremony. "Awesome. See you then."

"Watch your back," he called after me. "I really will track down some Gryffindors and skin them if I see they're being too rough with you." I laughed, even though it wasn't really a joke. He was being serious in a light manner because he knew that it was a problem and he was trying to make it clear he wasn't going to tolerate it, even if he didn't want to upset me.

That night I told him everything. I told him about Sam and Beth but also about Crabb, Goyle, Draco, and the two girls who had welcomed and comforted me the first day but who now ignored me, not being hateful but not being friendly either. I told him about my few run in's and shared glances or teeny tiny sort-of-interactions with Harry Potter and how they'd gotten me in trouble. I told him about the twins booing me my first day. How Snape hated me, but Professor Flitwick shot me comforting smiles every once and a while so I was sure he liked me. I told him about the looks McGonagall had been shooting me when she thought I wasn't looking- a lot of really unimportant things I hadn't really thought were bothering me. I told him about how much I was loving Hogwarts despite all the hiccups.

He told me about his life too. About classes and friends and how he wasn't really a Prefect because he was only a fourth year. He'd just been messing around with a friend's badge that another one of his friends - a Gryffindor - had swiped as a joke when George had run up to him and told him that he and Fred have stumbled across some Slytherins who seemed to be ganging up on another student. He told me about some kids he knew in the other houses when I told him that Gryffindors seemed to be everywhere, joking that Gryffindors were the loudest but Hufflepuffs were the most fun. Then he began to tell me about some spells he was learning, quietly teaching me little harmless things to make me laugh. Tripping curses and spells that made bubbles come out of your wand. How to make a small bubble around us that blocked out all sound, or how to put my new levitating spell I’d just learned to hilarious use. He was a lot more trouble than I'd realized- even if he was only doing it to make me laugh.

Eventually we got to homework, where we stayed quiet except when he walked me through things I got hung up on. Mostly we worked on our different projects in comfortable silence.

My other friendships were a lot more casual- more like acquaintanceships. There was never a time when if we stopped talking it didn't feel... awkward. And once we stopped, it was hard to get into it again. With Cedric, it felt like I'd just found my long lost older brother. And he seemed to think the same. "It's late," he told me as I yawned my longest yawn yet. "How about you get to bed?" I turned a mournful look towards him and he returned a gentle smile. "We can do this again if you wish. Maybe regularly? Every Friday or Saturday?” He tilted his head back and forth. I smiled. “But you need sleep."

I sighed, nodding. "Okay, mum."

Cedric rolled his eyes but his smile never faltered. "If I'm going to be in charge of you, I accept big brother only." We looked at each other for a few seconds and then I nodded. Yep, that would do. We parted ways for the night and I headed to sleep.

Life basically passed like that. Cedric and I had a homework-and-chill session every weekend, the day changing based on our week and if we were available. My meals, some classes I spent with Sam and Beth, or how I had detention and potions with Neville. Everyone else pretty much ignored me except Fred Weasley, who would wave at me every time we made eye contact no matter how much I ignored him, and Harry and Ron - Ron was a friend that stuck around Harry and seemed to be all around pretty friendly to those who weren't total dicks - who would shoot me looks. Usually Harry initiatives the distant contact and usually in potions when I scrambled to block Neville from Snape. Little nods, fleeting smiles. The good stuff- casual style. Life stabilized and I was happy with my lot.

Then Halloween happened.

The panic, the troll in the dungeon, me curling into a ball and pressing my forehead to the table and closing my eyes and covering my ears while everyone screamed and tried to run out. Dumbledore calming us down. Going back to the dorm where Beth found me and hugged me, glad I was okay, and Sam was pulled to the boys' dorm by an older brother of his. He'd told us about him once.

After that night, rumors passed around about Harry Potter and the troll, and how 'Ron and Harry' became 'Harry, Ron, and Hermione'. Hermione actually began talking to me, taking the time after class while we moved to our next to ask how the last weekend had been. I told her about my friendship with Cedric Diggory and she told me about her friendship with Harry Potter and we laughed because it sounded like a competition but it wasn't.

When I first talked to Harry, he told me about his upcoming Quidditch game. I promised him I'd come but didn't promise I'd cheer for him and he got me to promise that I would cheer for him if he would give me a reason to. I promised that if it happened then I would.

At the game, I didn't get the chance to cheer for him. My knuckles were white as I gripped a railing, eyes glued to the sky and lips parted in worry. Harry was fine and I was calm until his broom started to jerk, zigzagging through the sky and trying to buck him off. People around me gasped and I appreciated for a moment that they cared. People were wrong- it wasn't Hogwarts against Slytherin. You could see the proof if you looked close enough. Even if they pretended to hate people from other houses, when someone was in danger Slytherins worried too. Even if they wouldn’t admit it.

Thankfully the broom stopped jerking just as I got my wand out and tried to think of something if he fell off. I relaxed, sitting back but leaving my wand out. There wasn't further incident but I was starting to worry about Harry Potter and the luck he had. Or, more accurately, the luck he DIDN’T have.

Other than these little blips of drama, it was just school. After detention ended Neville and I only talked to each other during potions. I did most of the work as he handed me things and read instructions. It was still teamwork enough that Snape couldn't yell at us. Harry and his friends seemed to be getting distracted by something so we didn't talk to each other much and Sam's brother kept trying to separate him from me - I realized it was ME when I saw the two brothers joking with Beth but then the older one, Michael, pull him away when I approached... several times. So Beth and I didn't hang out as much while she hung out with Sam and left me to hang out with Cedric.

Christmas I spent alone.

Most of the people I talked to left and the rest - Harry and Ron specifically - I didn't feel comfortable or close enough to rationalize crashing their Christmas. Cedric sent me a package of chocolates and a Christmas sweater that he'd said would be perfect for me. It totally was. I wondered briefly if he'd had someone make it for me...

I was out in the snow in my new sweater when he found me. Fred Weasley. "Hey."

I turned to face him. I frowned, turning away. "Hello."

He moved next to me. "You're less cool when you hate me."

"You're easy to hate," I replied evenly.

"How do you figure?"

I shot him a dark look. "Why are you here Fred? You obviously don't like Slytherins- you proved that when you BOOED me when I got sorted. So what do you want?"

He seemed to have a lot of emotions going through his head at once. "How did you know I was Fred?"

I looked away. "I don't know." I felt his eyes on me. "I actually don't," I repeated. "I just... I look at you and your brother and I DO."

He nodded, letting it go. "When we saw you in the hallway, with Draco and his dogs, George went and got Cedric but I stayed to watch because we were worried they'd hurt you before we could get someone." I looked over slowly. "What you said to them... it was cool." We didn't talk for a few beats. "I'd like to restart. I'm sorry about the sorting ceremony." I rose an eyebrow. "Seriously.” He shifted, righting his shirt for dramatic effect even though it was fine. “Hi, I'm Fred Weasley." He stuck out his hand to me.

Unable to help myself, I smiled. He was too easy going and positive. His smile was too contagious. So I took his hand, shaking. "Ylva Black." I hesitated then added, "You can call me Liv."

He grinned. "Cool."

The same comfortable quiet I felt with Cedric fell and I knew that despite how we'd started things, I had a new REAL friend and I was okay with that. I guess that was my real Christmas present.

The rest of the year passed without much drama for me until word spread around about Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. My worry for him increased and I wondered if being his friend was a good idea, considering how Hermione and Ron were involved. Quirrell was gone and rumors of a dark power hovering over them had first years shivering with fear.

At the end of the day, Fred and I became really good friends, which lead to me meeting George. It was like how my other acquaintanceships were- not often and loud, but fun. George was nice but it was Fred who joined my weekend study sessions with Cedric.

When Slytherin was lined up for the cup, I felt successful. I'd done my part for the glory of my house, though I did feel bad for the glum looks on a lot of my Gryffindor comrades. Cedric waved at me from across the room in congratulations and I grinned back.

I was tired of getting the carpet torn from under me. I was tired of being sure and set in something and then having it turned on it's head. Alas, Dumbledore had one last surprise. He awarded some last minute points, recognizing Ron and Hermione in their part in helping Harry as well as recognizing Neville for standing up to them. Neville's happy smile and wide eyes as people thumped him on the back sent my heart soaring and I didn't even fell bad when Harry got his extra points and the banners turned from green to red- Gryffindor had won. I was the only Slytherin that clapped and it was short lived. Other Slytherins glared at me and I sunk into my seat.

My house hated me.

The train ride was the highlight of my year, which is probably strange but no less true. I spent most of it writing a letter to my dad... even though I knew I'd never send it. I finished it, closing it up and then just staring at it. I'd written letters before but I knew that I wanted to write one at the end of every year, just to summarize what I'd gone through. I had no one else to talk to... Or so I thought.

"Who'd you write a letter to?"

I looked up, smiling as Cedric sat down across from me. "My dad." He nodded and the paused when my eyes fell to my letter again, my face growing sad. I noticed his curiosity and I cleared my throat. "Why are you sitting with me? Cool Hufflepuff fourth year like you? Don't you have any other friends?"

Cedric busted up laughing. "Okay, rude, first of all. Second of all, I CHOSE to come here because I wanted to say my last goodbye. Have one last conversation." He paused. "And threaten you to write me during the Summer to make sure you do." We both chuckled.

"Yeah, I'll write to you." I looked back to my letter.

"What's that about?" He asked gently, jutting his chin to my face. I suppose he was talking about my expression. "Aren't you going back home? Why send a letter?"

I swallowed. "My dad... isn't at home." He grew quiet, his smile faltering. "I don't think he even knows I exist."

He leaned forward, taking my hand. "I didn't know that I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I shook my head, smiling weakly. "You couldn't hurt a fly if you tried." We both smiled a little stronger. "Fun fact: I'm a loner." My eyes fell to the floor. "My mum sort of didn't want me so she gave me away. I mean... she wanted me at first. But my dad- he isn't a good man. She said I reminded her of him - in a latter, I was just a baby when she left me - so she gave me away. I'm... sort of in an orphanage." I shrugged, looking away. "I figured you should know. Friends know those things about each other right?"

Cedric's expression grew even sadder at my question. "Oh Liv..." he moved next to me, putting an arm around me and pulling me into his side. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," I whispered, closing my eyes. He was warm. "I have the greatest big brother." I couldn't see him but I knew that he was smiling by the sound of his little gasp, a little choked up.

I don't remember falling asleep but since he had to wake me up, he must have. "We're almost there. You might want to change out of your robes." I nodded, moving away to do so before returning in my normal clothes. I sat down next to him, snagging my folded up letter to tuck it into my trunk where it wouldn't get ruined. "I'd have to ask my dad for sure, but if he's okay with it... do you want to spend some of your Summer at my house?" I looked up at him, eyes shooting a mile wide. "I don't have a mum either but we’d still have nice su-"

I cut him off when I attacked him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I would love to Ced."

He hugged me back. "I'll make sure it happens then." The rest of the time he told me about what he had planned this Summer and his plan on getting it worked out. When the train stopped I finally noticed that he didn't have his robes on anymore, which made me realized he must have changed when I was asleep. He walked me to his dad, explaining our friendship and asking if I could stay after introducing me. His dad was rather pleasant and seemed excited by the idea of having me over. Now all there was for us to convince the lady at the orphanage... which I promised wouldn't be hard. We moved toward platforms nine and ten where I told them she was waiting for me.

"LIV!" I turned to see Fred jogging up to me. I smiled, catching his ever-contagious grin. "Sorry I just wanted to catch you before you were gone. Write to me will you?"

A weird light filled me. I was THRILLED to have so many people genuinely concerned with keeping in touch. Who would miss me. "Definitely." I paused before holding out my hand. He looked down at it, taking it. But instead of shaking like I'd thought he pulled me closer, hugging me. I was tense at first but then I softened, allowing myself to enjoy the hug. We pulled away as someone called Fred's name, stepping apart. "See you."

"Until next year." Then he turned and walked away. I went back to Cedric and his dad, guiding them to the Muggle train station and to the Head Mistress of the orphanage. This was going to a great Summer, but I was even more excited for my second year of Hogwarts coming up. I had a feeling that some amazing things were about to happen and I couldn't wait.

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shes-outta-sight · 4 years

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thank you @woman-ina-dream for tagging me to answer these song questions. i loved your responses, and this was fun to think about! 💛💛

Your favourite song

obviously it’s always going to be hard for me to have one favorite, but for now i’ll say its ten years gone by led zeppelin. i always have to play this song at least twice because i always tell myself i didn’t appreciate it enough the first time. seriously though, the emotion plant put into the lyrics will always get me.

A song you hate

please don’t hate me, but i am not an ariana grande fan at all. I absolutely can’t stand “thank u, next.” I have never really enjoyed her music or liked her personality. to each their own though.

A song that makes you cry

i recently rediscovered liability by lorde. at 17, this was my go-to song when i went through a rough point mentally. “they say, you’re a little much for me” always makes me break down.

A song that cheers you up

suite: judy blue eyes by crosby, stills & nash will always be a favorite. i love the harmonies, the bass is great, and i always feel good after singing it.

A song that reminds you of a special moment

i couldn’t thing of an exact moment, but i will always associate landslide by fleetwood mac with my mom. she used to always sing it to me when i was little, and i think of her every single time i hear it.

A song that you know all the lyrics by heart

idk why but the first song i thought of was i write sins not tragedies. of course i had my emo phase at like 13. however, i never really listened to panic at the disco back then. not to expose myself, but i went through a huggeee panic phase at the beginning of freshman year of college and completely fell in love with brendon urie. and now i’ve moved on to the boys, but it’s safe to say this band will stick lol.

A song that makes you dance

come on eileen. again, idk why i thought of this first. i always wanna get up and dance when i hear it, but none of my friends know it so booooo.

A song that you can’t stop listening to

ever? wish you were here by pink floyd. y’all have heard me say this 100 times, and i’ll say it 100 more. i listen to this song when i’m happy, sad, or any mood honestly. i just love and appreciate it a lot.

A song that helps you sleep

i can’t fall asleep to music cause i just wanna sing. i shuffle rain sounds though!

A song that is your ultimate jam

dreams by fleetwood mac. i hear it come on, and i blast the volume. simple.

A song you resonate with

i will always have a special connection with vienna by bill joel. i have always loved it, but it really got me through some tough moments this year.

A song that reminds you of your parents

wow there is a lot of songs i owe to my parents because my music taste kinda spring from theirs. i first thought of take it easy by the eagles. both of my parents love the band, and they would always play it on road trips. it was also the first song i learned on guitar.

A song that reminds you of your best friend

doses and mimosas by cherub. this song always seems to get played when we’re going out, and each time we scream the words.

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smengus · 6 years

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favorite kpop songs of 2017 from a fan who got into kpop the beginning of this year

aye!! 2018 is almost here, and i have been DYING to make a favorite songs/mvs in kpop of this year thing. it has been a fucking ride let me tell you.... first things first, just to celebrate this year and give myself some leeway, there will be 17 songs!! and they are in no particular order!! i am not a favorites person, i have too much love in my pitiful heart.... anyway, lets start!!

17. movie - btob (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42A-rFdralM) there are many things i love about this song. i got into kpop quite literally the very beginning of this year, and thats wild, but this song was one of the first of many i had heard, and didnt know much about then but love now. i specifically remember going through that one hot 100 kpop song playlist on youtube and finding this one, and instantly love it. its one of the classics of this years, and def opened my mind to a lot more.

love’s like a movie~

16. really really - winner (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tBnF46ybZk) ohhhhh my god i could go on and on about this song. out of all the wonderful kpop songs weve been blessed with this year, this is the one that’s consistently stuck, and everyone knows it. its just that song. the music video is gorgeous and diverse but so simplistic with the black and white. dare i say its iconic; all of it.

널 좋아해~

15. rookie/red flavor/peek-a-boo - red velvet (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0h8-OTC38I) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyiIGEHQP8o) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uJf2IT2Zh8) ok, so yall are gonna hate me for literally putting all of their 2017 title tracks but oh my god... every single comeback they had this year was amazing, and id feel like id be playing someone if i just chose one or the other. like most sm groups, its not hard to absolutely love all of their songs. but in terms of aesthetic, sound, and all around look, red velvet killed it this year. so there. hope yall are satisfied with this.

peek a booooo~

14. fine - taeyeon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHXUM-6a3dU) to keep this b/b/g/g pattern going, im choosing this one next and dear lord. this is another song id heard in the very beginning, and i was... frankly i was shocked. like, btob was surprising, but it was what i expected it be: boy group, fun, catchy, etc., but with taeyeon... god, her voice and the whole video... i was tearing up, not gonna lie. the lyrics especially got to me. its been in most of my playlists consistently this year, and i cant say the rest of the album isnt a must listen, just a recommendation from me personally.

its not fine~

13. dramarama - monsta x (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1afdZk0qcI)

ok, i had a hard time on this one. its common knowledge they went through 3 major comebacks this year, all of which were amazing, but originally, beautiful is what stuck with me. i love the heck out of that song. then dramarama dropped a little over a month ago and... lets just say thats what convinced me to finally start stanning them for real. i have a thing for story driven music videos (bonus points if the story is actually mad good), so combine that with the absolutely amazing song and choreography, and you get their best comeback yet. honestly, it was so good, i urge yall to check it out if you havent.

dramama ramama ramama hey~

12. cherry bomb - nct 127 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkuHLzMMTZM)

this song... THIS SONG... oh my god. i dont have an in depth discussion over the music video or the song or any of it but good lord... if youve heard it you know what im talking about. its another one of THOSE songs. its too bad it was generally slept on, but god... can i add i also love the choreography??? like a lot???? im the biggest hit on this stage~

11. palette - iu (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9IxdwEFk1c)

yall KNOW i wasnt gonna put this one off any longer. this is also the song that got me to start stanning this wonderful, amazing, beautiful, spectacularly awesome woman. she’s great. and this comeback?? ive easily listened to the whole album about 50+ times. i was going to put ending scene instead since i adore that one too, but this is the one that really stuck out to everyone. aesthetics?? on point. lyrics?? poetic. voice?? like an angel. lmao, i really love iu...

i like it, im 25~

10. as if its your last - blackpink (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Amq-qlqbjYA)

ok the best part about this one was... since i was a new baby fan, at the time, the only group i really like, stanned, was bts. but i wasnt shut off from the rest of the music community tho, ofc. thats what im truly into kpop for: the music. so duh, i knew about blackpink and their bops (whistle was a personal favorite of mine). but for some reason, over time, they casually just became another group i was into? like, i knew the names, voices, roles, songs, etc.. so when i heard they were having a summer comeback, while i was free from school no less, i was ecstatic. i rewatched the teaser several times, stayed up and hyped with people online. and it finally dropped and instantly became my favorite song by them. its so goooood. my wife lisa, like, yas baby slay that rap while looking cute af. i love it very much, and im sure other blinks do too.

blackpink in your area~

9. dont wanna cry - seventeen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97cx53Tpp6g)

yeahhh, im not gonna choose their most recent comeback for this one, sorry guys... its a good song, dont get me wrong but! this one is the one lmao. its so fucking beautiful. when i watched the mv for the first time, i was in awe cause the choreo was so good, and so different from what i had seen before, but it went with the song so well. its a very good listen.

울고 싶지 않아~

8. move - taemin (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcEyUNeZqmY)

yes. yes. yes. this song??? yes. oh my god. so, this next bit is gonna be a bit sad (to read and to write), but just because an explanation is needed for each of these... im a shawol. i was the second i watched 1 of 1. and god, it still hurts so much to think of what happened? but, this explanation is taemin. so, i was into shinee, period. i knew taemin was a solo artist. i dont know why i wasnt paying close attention to it, but one day move just like, dropped. out of nowhere. and i went ‘where tf...?’ and watched it and OH MY GOD. i cant convey on here well enough, but bitch, i rewatched that shit repeatedly. the song was constantly replayed, and it finally pushed me to take the step and go back and listen to all his other stuff (which i love). its just so... androgynous and he dont give a flying fuck how he looks, dances, or sounds, and i adore it. definitely another THAT song of this year, dear lord.

youve got got the rhythm~

7. 1+1=0 - suran (ft. dean) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YA6G74gk6R8)

ok, i was torn over this one. i bet everyone and their mother knows her for her “collab” with my boy suga, if i get drunk today. and YES!! THAT IS AN AMAZING SONG AND IM STILL SO PROUD OF BOTH OF THEM. but bitch, this had dropped sometime whenever, idk when since i dont stan and her, and i saw it on youtube and thought ‘shes the suga girl, i wonder if thisll be good’. i was so surprised when i listened to it. the music video?? snatched. the song?? snatched. wig?? bitch its gone. lets just say, first listen, i had already loved it way more than the song i originally knew her by.

1 plus 1은 0~

6. ddd - exid (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axVvZrDz60k)

i put this one off long enough too. and this is obviously a very split opinion. they also dropped night rather than day which i am also 100% over the moon for. but god, i love sexy exid. and that is exactly what this comeback was. sexy, powerful, and aesthetically catchy as hell. (btw, exid is another group i actually stan, so i had been anticipating this one; i watched it while i was at school dusbgukg). so sad solji couldnt physically make it this comeback, but she was in the album, and that was enough for us. still wishing her the best recovery!

덜덜덜덜~

5. dont recall - kard (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41Dp7Q-SM1Y)

oh kard. the group that had millions of fans before they even debuted... they gave us many tasty treats this year, all of which were total bops, but dont recall... bruh, its just stuck with me. i still know all the others, but when i think kard i immdiately think the of the legendary beat drop tied with the beautiful mv of dont recall. also another THAT song, no doubt. sorry i dont have much for this one, i dont know much about kard, but this song has personally been a go to of mine for the past many months.

그만해 i dont recall~

4. ko ko bop - exo (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdssuxDdqKk)

lmao, you will not catch me in a 10 mile radius even THINKING about power. i drink to forget. its cute and all but... mmmm.... ANYWAY. im gonna be totally honest, i really love their 2016 year in terms of music more than i did this one (lotto, lucky one, monster, etc., etc., etc.,) BUT! out of the comebacks they had this year, i am 100% 10x more into ko ko bop. not gonna lie, i didnt dig it at first listen. but a little later, i tried it again and... hooo boy, what a good song. i dont know anything knowledge based about music or music production, but i know that ko ko bop is a good song. very good.

shimmy shimmy ko ko bop~

3. gashina - sunmi (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ur0hCdne2-s)

ok. OK! so... yall gonna hate me, but i intentionally put off listening to this for the longest time. why?? i have no clue, its a great song. but i did. so by the time mama 2017 (IK THAT LATE) came around and i found out my boy taemin would be doing a collab stage with sunmi i was like... ‘ok i need to know who this girl is...’ i FINALLY sat my butt down and watched it and BITCH. okokokok, scroll back up, skim that taemin one, and imagine all those feelings, except like, gay. like, instead of thinking it was inspiring, i was just thirsting and being absolutely in love because holy shit everything about the song and the video are perfect????? THE LYRICS THOUGH TOO??? absolute women power i was 100% there for jesus christ. 왜 예쁜 날 두고 가시나~ 2. snow - zion.t (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiGSDywrX1Y) this song made me cry :( straight up, when i first watched it, i cried so much. it got even worse the second go round when i knew the lyrics. its so.... beautiful. im a big fan of zion.t as well, so this was no disappoint for me. i luv it... and fun fact, its my favorite music video ever, kpop or not. im very into cinematography and photography so it was such a treat to watch it. youd have to watch it for yourself to know what i was talking about.

눈이 올까요~

1. anything from bts this year (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBdVXkSdhwU << this is dna just cause i dont wanna post 3 songs lol)

yall honest to god probably hate me. ‘we just read this whole list to get a biased, lazy ass answer?!?!’ but hear me out... lmao thats all i got. bts is my ult group, but ult group or not, every single thing they dropped this year was spectacular. truly honest to god, its probably been their best year yet. jk, idk about that, 2015 and 2016 were pretty good. BUT STILL. spring day, not today, dna (lots of ayes), ALL OF IT SO FUCKING GOOD. gosh, i love them...

dna~

well, thats all of them! keep in mind, this is a personal opinion thing, and there many, many, MANY songs of this year i loved, but this is a list and its gotta end somewhere, so i chose the ones that really stood out to ME. this was probably a waste of time, and bet this gets no notes, but in my heart, it was worth it. i love writing and ranting out my thoughts. this was my first year in kpop, and while yes, there were a few devastating and heart breaking moments that im still not fine about, it was good. my friends are gonna hate me, but this is just one of many years to come of me being into this shit. hope next year delivers as good as this one did. happy new years kpop fans!

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lowkeyimagines · 7 years

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I Miss You (Zach Dempsey)

From: 13 Reasons Why

Warnings: none, just fluff

Dedication: I’d like to give credit to @jefferyatkind. The edit is hers and she makes a lot of edits like this one, check out her blog https://jefferyatkind.tumblr.com/ I love her edits so much and yeah.

(I dedicate this imagine to you because from the moment I saw your edit I knew that this could be a great story)

You walked to class with you best friend alex. Yeah, that’s right, the Alex Standall. You were friends ever since FML. And after hannah, He was your second closest friend.

Right now you were walking with him to Biology. “Hey y/n! Standall! wait up” you heard a familiar voice call. You turned around smiling seeing your boyfriend, Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey. “Hey babe” you said greeting him. “Where are the dickwads?” you asked teasing him. “y/n/n!!!! They’re my friendsssss” He whines. “They’re skipping first and second period” Alex answers nonchalantly. you sigh at their stupidity, you mean yeah, they’re kinda your friends but doesn’t mean you agree with everything they do. you kiss Zach on the cheek, “That’s all???” he says pouting. you laugh and peck him on the lips then we enter bio. We were early by 10 minutes so the only people here were You, Alex and Zach. “Hey, Dempsey, are you going to the fun park with the gang?” Alex asks Zach as he settles down in his seat. “Yeah” he replies as he puts his arms around you.

“Are you going babe?” he asks you

“Aww no, I can’t. midterms next week. YOU SHOULD STUDY TOO” you replied. “Yeah but, you’ve met my mom, I studied for midterms since last week and all i have to do is review” he answers.

“Oh well, too bad for me then” you reply sighing. “Come on babe you have to go. Or else I’ll be lonely” he whines pulling you closer. “I wish I could baby” you say kissing his forehead. Then the teacher enters and you start your first class of the day.

—— lunch time ———

“Yo y/n! Ready for fun park later?” Justin asks as he and Jessica sit down at our table. “Nah, I gotta study” you reply sighing. “BOOOOO!” Bryce shouts. You roll your eyes and listen to them plan about their day.

You finish studying earlier than expected and all you could think about is Zach. I hope he’s okay. you thought. As you finished packing your phone lights up and all your friends are sending you snaps. One from Jess, one from Justin, one from Alex and one from Monty. “Why isn’t Zach messaging me?” you though aloud. You watched all their snaps and see how much fun their having. “I should’ve gone” you said to yourself “They’re probably on their way home anyway” you say glancing at the clock. 7:00pm it read. You sigh once again as you see Zach has a recently updated story. “Let’s see how much fun he had, enough to not send me any snaps or what” you mumbled as you opened his story

came out. Your heart melts at the sight of your cute boyfriend. You slide to message Alex on snap.

You: How’s my baby?

Alex: Annoying as fuck. He wouldn’t shut up about you not being here.

the definition of disgusting puppy love

You: Yeah yeah what’s up with the puppy? Is it clifford? Clifford was my favorite thing ever when I was young

Alex: He won it in the basketball game thing in the arcade part of fun park

You: Of course, basketball.

Alex: He says he would’ve given it to you and it would’ve been the perfect romantic whatever but you aren’t here so he just made himself miss you more

You: My boy is so sweet 😌💖

Alex: If you think that’s sweet then this is even better. He’s been hugging that thing while he’s sleeping and he says he’ll still bring it home for you

You: …….

Why are you guys watching Zach sleep? Where are you?

Alex: Still in fun park. We’re staying until Saturday night so everyone can study on Sunday. We rented a hotel room in the hotel beside it

You: And you all fit?

Alex: Duh, Bryce booked the biggest room there was. And its in the top most floor. You could fit too actually

You: I’d go but i don’t want to sleep in the same room as that rapist 🤢🙄

Alex: Nah. This is his so called “redemption” moment Monty and him have their own room in the floor below. And we locked our doors.

You: Soooo who are you guys with?

Alex: Justin, me, Jess, Sheri, Zach, Marcus

You: The 6 of you in a suite?

Alex: yep

You: Damn hold on

You ran out your room to see your parents having dinner. “Hey sweetie” Your mom greets. “Hey mom, i have to ask you something” You say kissing her and your dad as a greeting. “You want to go to the fun park with your friends don’t you?” your dad says even before you can utter a single word. “Y-yeah. how’d you know?” you ask confused. “I saw Zach after my business meeting in the hotel. He really misses you. I asked him why you didn’t come and he said because you had studying” he explained.

“but since you’re probably done” Your mom adds trailing off. “You may go” your dad replies motioning to your bags on top of the staircase. “You knew I was going anyway? And you DO know its overnight…. right?” you ask both of them as you walked up to grab your bags. “Yeah and we’re okay because I trust you and Zach” Your mom says kissing you goodbye. “I’ll take you” Your dad says grabbing his keys.

You walk to the card and head out. You quickly send Alex a text

You: I am on my way don’t tell Zach. It’s a surprise!! Do you guys want pizza? xx

Alex: Yes please 🙏🏻

“Hey dad, is it okay if I buy Pizza for the gang?” You ask shyly. “yeah sure” and with that you park and get some pizza

ALEX’S POV

“Hey guys let’s order pizza” I yell. A chorus of sures and hell yeses were being thrown. “Alright” I said laughing slightly. I notice everyone is in the common area talking except one certain raven haired male. “Zach we’re ordering pizza” I tell him walking in his room to see him still cuddling the stupid red dog. “I don’t want any” he says hugging it tighter. “Alright” I say closing his door. Man I hope y/n gets here soon. Her boyfriend is too whipped.

BACK TO YOU

“y/n, y/n, wake up!!” your dad calls as he shakes you lightly. “5 more minutes” you whisper putting your jacket over your face. “Are you sure? In 5 minutes I can turn around and go back home and you’ll miss surprising your boyfriend” he says turning the car around. “WHAT I’M HERE? ALREADY?” you yell sitting up. “y/n! Stop shouting we’re in an enclosed area, but yes we’re here” your dad says pushing you out the door. “Thanks dad” you say throwing him a smile then kissing his cheek. “See you tomorrow” you say before closing the door and walking inside the building.

You finally reach the room and press the doorbell thing. “Wow the pizza guy is fast” you hear Jess say on the other side of the door. “Hey I’ll get it, he might be cute” you hear Sheri call and right after the door opens. “y-“ you cut her off before she can yell “shhh it’s a surprise” you say whispering and putting your finger to your lips as if you’re telling her to be quiet. “Well I’ll say”Jess says walking in the room. You hug everyone then turn to Alex. “Where’s my cotton ball?” you ask the bleached blondie. “In that room. He’s terrible without you. The Clifford hit him hard” he says motioning over to the door beside us. You grab a piece of pizza and a paper plate then you try to open the locked door and when you accept that you can’t open it, you knock on his door instead. “Alex I told you I don’t want any pizza” your boyfriend grumbles as he opens the door. His face turns from gloomy to shock. “y/n???”

“You don’t want any pizza even if it comes with me?” you say pouting.

He quickly gets out of his state of shock and wraps his arms around you “darling if I knew that all i had to do was to order a pizza, I would’ve called ages ago” he whispers in your ear then kisses you. You melt in the kiss and pull him towards you. As the kiss becomes more passionate you hear a cough behind you. You both pull away to see your friends glaring at you guys playfully. Sheri counts, “one… two… three” and all together they shout. “GET A ROOM”

You all laugh at each other then you and Zach walk back in his room cuddling, as you replace the big red dog with your small petite body. And neither you nor Zach would have it any other way

#13 reasons why zach x reader #zach dempsey #13 reasons why #th1rteen r3asons why #13 reasons why imagines #13 reasons why imagine #x reader #fluffimagines #fluffy #fluff #imagines #zachary shan-yung dempsey #13 reasons why zach dempsey x reader

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3 Cheers for Lexapro!

Or at least for its generic equivalent, which is what I take. But really, 3 cheers! Hell, 10 cheers!

I started taking it almost 2 months ago. It was a long time coming, although I really didn’t know that. I thought I was fine. Just getting old or just too fat or something like that. I mean, I wasn’t lying in bed crying all day. I was going to work, doing stuff with my kids, being pretty much normal as far as anyone could tell. Except...

Except for the fact I couldn’t pay attention long enough to read a chapter in a book when before I was blasting through entire books in a few days.

Except for the fact that I didn’t give a damn about any of the stuff I used to get really excited about. Like decorating for Halloween, for example. I used to LIVE for that shit, now I didn’t even want to bother with it.

Except for the fact that I was super snappy and grouchy with my little kid pretty much all the time.

Except for the fact that it was all I could do to force myself to get some laundry done or some dishes washed.

Except for the fact I was getting a kick out of throwing bombs into comment sections so I could argue with strangers to vent my anger a little.

Except for the lingering thought that there was always something bad waiting around the corner to pounce on me and cause chaos.

I could go on, but you get the idea. I wasn’t really myself anymore, and it took a long time for me to finally realize it. After getting my bum thyroid tested 3 or 4 times (since low thyroid function can cause depression and anxiety,) and having the levels come back as normal, I went to my doctor and told her how I was feeling. I told her I didn’t know what was wrong, but I really wasn’t sure it was depression. She said “Huh. Well, that’s what I think it is. Just because you aren’t standing on a ledge weeping doesn’t mean you’re not depressed.”

This is where I went wrong. I felt like as long as I was functioning, I was fine, I just needed to shake it off and keep going. And I did. For nearly 4 years. I thought maybe that was my new “normal”, it was just that being apathetic and angry and unmotivated and numb came along with getting up past 40. That was pretty stupid of me.

Now that I’ve been on these meds for a while, I realize just how shitty I really felt. I laugh like I used to. My patience with my kids is much better. I feel like actually going out and DOING stuff without it being a struggle. I don’t feel that dread I used to feel like the worst is yet to come. Even the mystery aches and pains I used to get all over are gone.

I know there’s a portion of the population that think turning to a chemical to “fix” myself is a cop out, weak, lazy. They’re the ones that post memes of campfires or hiking trails or a man and a kid fishing that say shit like “The most powerful anti-depressant on earth.” Yeah, cool, but a weekend camping trip ain’t gonna do it for me. I still have to exist within my own head, I can’t leave it sitting next to the campfire (plus, now I have to clean up and put away all the crap we took camping. BOOOOO!) Besides, and you can trust me on this, if you ever do become depressed, like ACTUALLY, FOR THE REALLIES depressed, you ain’t gonna want to camp or hike or fish or NOTHIN’. And if that ever happens, don’t do what I did and think it’s a phase or a symptom of getting old. Go to your doctor and take the steps necessary to lift that cloud that won’t leave you be.

And then go get back to your hiking.

#functionaldepression

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dracimalfoy1988292 · 3 years

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(ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 21: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ's ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ's ᴅᴀʏ)

It was nearing the start of the party, leaving Celia, Valentine, Macey, Marlene, and Lily up in the Hufflepuff dorm as they finished getting ready. All the girls were in a great mood, having enjoyed spending the time to get ready and decorate together.

"Ow! That's my eye! Do you have no bloody coordination?" Macey cried, moving back from where Celia stood, eyeliner pencil in her hand.

"Stop blinking and maybe then I'll have some!" Celia huffed, grabbing Macey's chin and pulling her forward, continuing with the makeup.5

Celia had even applied some to Valentine, her eyelids a rosy red color to compliment her sweater, cheeks pink and lips bright. Lily had done everyone's hair, Valentine's straight down except for a few piece pulled to the back in a half-up half-down style.

So while Valentine was normally understanding and patient, she was growing more and more unattained as she sat on the edge of her bed, clicking her black boots against the ground as she waited for everyone to finish getting ready. She was slightly on edge due to her and Lily having a small argument because she'd hexed Severus a couple days prior, but they seemed to be okay other than the fact Valentine was annoyed with the Gryffindor girl for always standing up for him.

Valentine watched her friends, taking in their outfits, which she had so nicely helped pick out for them.

Celia insisted on wearing black, therefore she was dressed in a lace black dress that reached mid-thigh, her hair in a long braid and eye makeup done to make her appear much more intimidating than she was.

Marlene wore a dress as well, though hers was a cherry red color, bright against her pale skin. The dress tied in the back and the neck came low, giving everyone a good view if she leant forward. Her hair was done simply, left down and curled to perfection.

Macey dressed more simply, choosing on black jeans and a pale pink shirt, her hair in a ponytail with stray pieces framing her face, lips painted red and black flats on her feet.

Lily's outfit surprised the girls the most, however. She'd chosen a black shirt, though it was a bit small, showing a sliver of her stomach, paired with a red velvet skirt that had tiny black hearts littered in it.

Valentine had worn a short, black leather skirt with black see-through tights, black boots, and a deep, red colored sweater that came high on her neck and low around her wrists. She was comfortable and warm, her only concern was the skirt, it having been a bit tighter than she'd wanted it to be, but Marlene had forced her into wearing it.9

"Guys," Marlene said, eyeing everyone in the dorm as well as herself. "We look hot."

Lily grinned, smoothing down her shirt and brushing hair off her shoulder. "Yeah, we do."

"We should probably go down," Celia started, and Valentine nodded, opening the dorm door. There was some chatter heard from downstairs, and as the girls came downstairs, they acknowledged the decorations they'd worked so hard to put up.

A large red banner hung from the entrance to between to girls and bows dorm, reading 'HAPPY VALENTINES DAY' in bold black letters. A foldable table had been set up, a pink table cloth covering surface, bowls of pretzels, cookies, cupcakes, candies, and cakes lining the table. To the left was a large barrel of iced pumpkin juice and butter beers, and a tap of Firewhiskey with plastic glasses besides them.

The paper hearts the girls had designed were hanging from the crown molding, and the room smelt of cinnamon and strawberries. Some people had already shown up, holding glasses of their chosen drinks, or some just sat on the various couches to chat.

Pink, red, and white balloons were gathered in the corner of the roof, some shaped as hearts. On the coffee table was a canister of conversation hearts, macaroons, and chocolate cherries, open for taking.

"Damn, we should be party planners," Macey whistles, the lively Hufflepuff common room a splurge of reds rather than the regular yellow.

A familiar song, sung by the Weird Sisters, enveloped the room, welcoming the guests with its catchy tune.3

It wasn't long before the Marauders had arrived, Sirius being the first to make a bee-line for the alcohol, Remus approaching Lily and Peter going for the snacks. James, however, headed towards Valentine.

Valentine was slightly phased by his appearance, never having seen him dressed so nice, used to his robes or comfortable wear. He wore a pair of dress pants and a white undershirt, and it looked as though he'd actually tried to do something with his hair, but failed. His eyes were bright as they traveled amongst the room, taking in its contents and decorations.3

Finally he stood before Valentine, but before he said anything, he let his gaze travel over her, eyes slightly wide.

"You- uh, you look nice," he said with a slight stutter, and Valentine grinned.5

"Thanks, you do to," she replied, which seemed to boost his confidence as he grabbed his collar, pulling it up.

"I do, don't I?"

"Annnddd you ruined it," Valentine chastised, earning a laugh from the boy, and he unexpectedly handing a small yellow box to her.

"Peter thought it was your birthday," James explained, scratching the back of his neck. "Dunno why. Because of your name and the holiday, I guess."30

At that Valentine chuckled, accepting the gift. "Classic Peter."

James nodded. "You guys did a good job of decorating. It all looks really nice."

"Yeah, but it sure was exhausting. Especially with Marlene complaining the whole time."

"I can imagine," James retorted, reaching across the girl as he made a move for a cookies. Valentine scooted to the side, watching him engulf a cookie whole with no shame. James turned, crumbs running down his chin as he caught sight of Valentine's look.

"Wot?" He inquired, voice muffled from the food in his mouth. He waited for an answer, pushing his glasses up his nose as Valentine continued to stare at him.1

As if snapping from a daze, she shook her head. "Nothing. You're just disgusting, that's all."

James grinned. "But you love it."18

Valentine wasn't sure how to respond to that, nor did she trust herself to, so she busied herself by grabbing a butter beer, unscrewing the lid and taking a hefty sip. She glanced around, catching sight of Sirius mid conversation with a girl Valentine didn't know, but she saw how Sirius would often look over his shoulder at Marlene, giving her a disapproving look as she talked to a boy.

"He doesn't waste anytime, huh?" Valentine noticed, and James clicked his tongue.

"No he does not," he confirmed. Then he blanched, fast to turn back to Valentine. "I almost forgot to tell you Happy Valentine's Day. So Happy Valentine's Day. Or would it be Valentine's Valentine's Day?"

"Don't think about it too hard, you might hurt yourself."3

"Ouch," James sarcastically muttered, pressing a hand to his chest at her words. "You wound me, Ms. Lotus."

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Potter".

"Oh no, it's all mine," he smirked, and Valentine wasn't sure how he'd managed to turn that dirty, but he'd done it. He's also managed to turn her cheeks pink.7

Again.

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THE PARTY WAS IN FULL SWING a couple hours later, loud music and chatter filling the atmosphere. Valentine was pleased with the turn out, deciding this was the biggest 'VV DAY' she'd hosted so far.3

Out of all of Valentine's friends, Lily and Celia remained the most sober, Lily busy nursing Remus as he drank glass after glass until he forgot of the full moon taking place next week, and Celia chatted with a tipsy Macey, a bright smile on both their faces as they spend their time together.

Surprisingly, Valentine and James had spent a majority of the party together, laughing at literally nothing and speaking of anything that came to mind. At some point Remus and Lily had joined them, and someone had thrown about the idea of playing a game.

From Valentine's experience, playing games at a party with classmates never ended well for anyone, but she felt too giddy to decline the offer, and that was how a bunch of students found themself sitting in a circle on the carpeted floor in the common room, a single empty bottle in the center.

"This isn't going to end well," Valentine groggily promoted, and Lily nodded.1

"I don't even know why I'm playing this," the redhead groaned.

"You wanna get a smooch from Remmy, remember," Valentine reminded her with a smile, and Lily shot the blonde a look to quiet down. Valentine, noticing Peter was gone, glanced around, but snorted when she found him passed out on the couch, one leg hanging off the side and his mouth wide open.

"Okay!" Sirius began, shaking his finger at the people that were steady talking. "I'm going first." He decided, leaning forward with a groan and spinning the bottle.

From the force he'd shaken it, the bottle spun around and around before beginning to slow. Girls held their breath, hoping it would land on them, until it ultimately stopped, landing on an expectant Marlene McKinnon.15

Lily and Valentine clasped hands, making odd noises beneath their voices. Marlene, despite her wanting to snog Sirius for so long, seemed nervous, her cheeks a bright red as everyone stared at her.

Sirius weirdly began to crawl over to her from across the circle, and before Marlene could even say anything, Sirius wrapped an arm around the back of her neck and pulled her forward, pressing his lips harshly against Marlenes.2

Many whistled or hooted, and everyone sat there waiting for them to break apart, but clearly they had other ideas because the snog just got more heated, the two Gryffindors groping each other as they made out.

"BOOOOO!" James blurted, giving his best friend and Marlene two thumbs down at their public affection, seeing they were practically laying on top of each other now.4

"I think it's safe to say they're done playing," Lily commented, watching them with a grimace.6

"Get a room!" Valentine hollered, and finally Sirius broke away from Marlene to hold up his middle finger to the blonde Hufflepuff. Then, with a stumble, he got to his feet, pulling Marlene with him, and they began making their way to the dorms.

"Not my bed!" Valentine added eagerly, but if they had heard her they didn't say anything, disappearing into the room.

Several girls and even a few guys got up and left after Sirius' departure, clearly only playing for the chance to snog the Black.6

And after that, they'd played a couple more rounds, Valentine having been fortunate enough to not have been landed on.

Although she had watched Macey have to kiss some Slytherin boy, at some point Peter came over and kissed an attractive Gryffindor girl even though he hadn't even been landed on.14

Multiple others had indulged in snogging, many who Valentine didn't know. But all in all, the party had been a success.

She was happy for Sirius and Marlene, who still hadn't come down from... whatever they were doing. Valentine tried not to think about it.

But after the common room had cleared out, Valentine had taken the liberty to walk James out. Peter and Remus had both left earlier in the night, too drunk to tell their elbows from their knees. Sirius claimed he'd stay behind and help clean, but Valentine gathered that he didn't mean regular cleaning.

"Well, thanks for coming," Valentine said softly, leaning against the dorm frame as James left the room, turning to look back at the blonde.

"Thanks for inviting me, I had fun," James responded, tilting his head to the side. Then, abruptly, he leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, out of her eyes. As if noticing what he'd done, he quickly retracted his hand, clearing his throat as he stepped back.6

"Your hair was all- you know, from dancing, so I just thought I- never mind. Bye."

James, flustered, quickly began to leave, but Valentine's gently voice brought him back from his head, causing him to glance over his shoulder before he left.

"Have a good night, James."

James smiled, seeing Valentine's skin gleam from a coat of sweat, her blonde- blonde, not red- hair rumpled, and makeup smeared in the corner of mouth due to the drinks she'd consumed. But she looked beautiful as ever, and James found himself lost in her eyes.

James figured it was because of the alcohol. That was why. Right? Either way, he breathlessly replied, forcing his eyes from hers in fear he'd never be able to leave that room.

"Good night, Valentine."

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thebibliomancer · 7 years

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100 Days of Comics! 039/100: Thor: Son of Asgard #10 (2005)

Well, hey! Today’s pull from the box of mystery comics brings us a return to Thor, Balder, and Sif’s DnD campaign!

Its sadly less DnDy this time.

I guess the Asgardian adventuring party finished the quest to make a sweet sword. I have to guess because the recap page doesn’t mention it. We’ve long since gone beyond their first quest. Now the new hotness is Mjolnir.

And in fairness, Mjolnir is a cosmic storm that Odin beat up and had the dwarves trap in a hammer. Or rather, that’s the explanation we got about a year ago. Presumably its different here.

Thor really, really wants Mjolnir. He craves that uru. He hasn’t been able to lift it yet but he’s relentless.

We start with Sif and Balder gossiping about Thor. Apparently he’s been sulking ever since Brunnhilda (Valkyrie?) laughed at him for not having his own enchanted weapon.

Masculinity so fragile?

So now he just spends all his time staring at Mjolnir. Possibly trying to become worthy through staring contest.

Sif is determined that they two should drag Thor out of the room. ‘Cause there’s a life outside this trophy room. There’s cool shit to do, but it can’t come to you.

But when they go inside the trophy room, they find a sweating and straining Thor has managed to life Mjolnir a couple inches off the table. This is so impressive that it gets a two-page spread.

But on the next page, Thor’s worthiness muscle? gives up and Mjolnir clunks back onto the table.

Sif and Balder are jazzed for his progress but Thor dismisses it as no accomplishment. His hands are empty, Mjolnir still rests on the table, this was just another failure.

Balder says a failure is only a failure if you stop trying (thank you inspirational poster Balder) and Sif suggests Thor getting Mjolnir out of sight and mind but she said the secret word.

Fate! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

This reminds Thor that the Fates are totally a group of people he can just go and talk to in this setting. So he just runs out of the room while Balder facepalms.

Days later...

Wait, in a dnd esque questy comic about Thor we skip his voyage to the Norns and just Days later...? And he split the party?

Booooo

Anyway, the Norns reveal to Thor that:

Norn 1: “You can win the enchanted”

Norn 2: “hammer of the All-Father -- but”

Other Norn: “first you must face death!”

Thor interprets this to mean that he’ll have to die again to become worthy but so what.

Thor: “So be it! Even if death stands between me and my destiny, I will not back down! I must have the hammer! Mjolnir will be mine!”

And he returns to Asgard, presumably taking days later.

But he finds the palace of Asgard on fire with some giants kicking the shit out of it. By the time he reaches the palace, the attack is over but Balder has been wounded and Sif has been taken prisoner.

Thor and Balder of course make plans to go after the giants and rescue Sif but Odin vetoes this. Balder has to heal and Thor must guard the palace while Odin and his troops go out to rescue Sif.

Thor insists that he has earned the right to join in any rescue. But Odin says Thor is too emotionally invested and that will cloud his judgement and make him a hindrance.

He then gives Thor a king talk. War is not a test, need you here to protect your home, it’s what’s in a man’s heart that makes him worthy, not solely his actions.

Thor wonders what’s the worth in a broken heart and flashes back to all the good times from previous issues. Including the time he saw Sif bathing. Geez, Thor.

And then he decides eh what does dad know? He grimly walks to the trophy room and picks up Mjolnir.

Thor: Let the storm giants beware!

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii’m not sure I’m entirely satisfied with Thor’s worthiness being a case of la la la la save the girl. Wanting the power of Mjolnir to save someone is better than wanting it for glory or enchanted weapon envy but I dunno.

It always felt like worthiness should be more than just a damsel in distress trope. Otherwise why would the pool of worthies be so limited?

And also, damseling Sif. Feels bad, man.

I think people would be dissatisfied with a story about young Thor if it never showed him picking up Mjolnir for the first time but I feel that it loses something being shown like this. Might have been better to leave it as something always in the future of Son of Asgard.

#100 Days of Comics!#Thor Son of Asgard #Thor #shrug #i liked the other issue better #more thor and friends dnd adventures

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My seventh-favorite book of all time, ever, is The Giver, by Lois Lowry. Now technically the Giver Quartet is a series of four books, but I am only referring to the first one when I talk about my #7. However, it would be dumb to review the first book of a quartet and do the other three separately, so today, you’re going to get all four.

*spoilers to follow*

The Giver is set in a futuristic world where people have embraced Sameness. They have the same haircuts. They take the same classes in school (during childhood, anyway). They live in a world of black and white so colors are no longer an issue. They learn nothing of history, know nothing of war or hunger or pain. Thanks to pills they take, they don’t have romantic feelings. They go through school until they reach their twelfth year. Just before they turn 13, they are given an apprenticeship. From then on, they dedicate themselves fully to learning their job and moving up through the ranks until they are the best they can be. An engineer may be required to take ten more years of school, but a birthmother is finished at age 13 so she can begin to produce infants at age 14. There’s a council of Elders who make tough decisions for the community, and a strange man called the Receiver of Memory, but no one knows what he does.

The Giver begins with Jonas. Jonas is about to turn thirteen but he has no idea what to expect about his job placement. He likes lots of different things, but nothing particularly sticks out. He starts getting nervous as his “graduation” ceremony approaches because he’s noticing something different about the community. He can’t describe what it is, but sometimes, things sort of flicker and he sees differently. Only for a second, though--and he almost thinks he’s imagining it.

When the time comes for him to receive his job placement, Jonas is apprenticed to the Receiver of Memory. This only happens once in a lifetime, so people are all shocked and confused. Especially Jonas! He has no idea what to expect. He is now the Receiver, and the old Receiver is now the Giver.

And what he gives are memories. When the community decided to go to Sameness, they needed one man (the Receiver) who held all their past memories (both good and bad) so that when decisions had to be made, the Receiver could share his wisdom and guide the people. He does it behind the scenes, though, because of course no one can understand the knowledge he has. How can anyone understand hunger if they’ve never been hungry? Or pain if they’ve never been hurt?

One by one, the Giver shares the memories with Jonas. He starts small: a memory of snow, a sailboat, Christmas. But eventually he has to let Jonas understand what life used to be like, so he has to give him bad memories, too. He starts small with those as well. Sunburn. Freezing cold. The flu. But of course the world holds so much more than that, and it’s not long before Jonas takes the burden of gunshots, and tanks, and lies, and heartbreak. It’s so much for a thirteen-year-old to handle. By the way, when things sort of change and flicker and look differently for Jonas? It’s because he’s starting to see color.

Jonas and the Giver ultimately decide that Sameness is more damaging than it is helpful. They come up with a plan to force the memories on people so they will live their lives as they did before Sameness.

There’s just one small problem. You see, when someone gets old, or a twin is born, or people wish to leave the community, they undergo a process that everyone calls being released. People can apply for it. Everyone thinks it means that they are going to a different community, but as the Receiver, Jonas knows the truth now: the community kills anyone who tries to leave. There’s a little newborn named Gabriel who stays with Jonas’s family sometimes, and Gabriel is not thriving so the community plans to release him. It’s not until Jonas becomes the Receiver that he understands Gabriel will die. So when he escapes, he takes Gabe with him.

I don’t feel like I’m explaining it very well, but I think this book is absolutely genius. I’ve read a lot of dystopian fiction, and they’re all interesting in their own way, but The Giver is one of the only ones that I feel is even remotely relatable, even though these things probably can’t happen. So many of the traits in the community are already felt today, and even though we haven’t gone to this extreme, it’s still remarkable to see how Jonas feels the tension even at his age. I have no idea how Lois Lowry came up with this, but she’s masterful.

The other three books are good, too. Stunning, really. I’ll just give you a quick synopsis of those. If you don’t read them all together, then you’d never know they were related. You can read them independently of one another. But if you DO read them consecutively, which you should, you can see the connection.

Gathering Blue--This book mentions Jonas one time, not by name, at the very very end, and that’s its only connection to The Giver. It’s about Kira, a gifted seamstress who lives in a separate community from Jonas. Her community is incredibly different from his, but the oppression and enforced regulations are still there. In her own way, and with the help of her friend Matt, she learns how to heal her own community in the way Jonas healed his.

Messenger--This book is pretty heavy for a children’s book, but it’s still fantastic. This one is about Matty. He lives in a different community, too, where people used to be kind and loving and welcoming to one another. But they became greedy and started trading away the best parts of themselves for trivial, worthless things. Matty sees this poison spreading through the people and he has to figure out how to end it. Ultimately, he succeeds, but it claims his life in the process. It’s an intense thing to realize you have to give yourself--all of yourself--up in order to save the people you love, and I can’t believe Lowry managed to write it in a way that children can understand. But she did, so...mad props for her.

Son--This one brings the previous three books together. In this book, Jonas and Kira are married. Matty’s dead (booooo) and the story actually begins in the same community as The Giver before Jonas escapes. It tells the story of Claire. Claire is selected to be a birthmother when she’s 12. She gives birth to her first newchild when she’s 14, but something goes wrong and she is unable to have any more children. They switch her to working in the fish hatchery instead. But it’s rare that anyone is unsuccessful in their assignment, so in all the confusion, the community forgets to give Claire the pills that will keep her from feeling. As the weeks pass she cannot understand why she feels so empty, and why she has such a longing. Eventually she realizes that it’s because of her son. She wants her son. She knows he’s in the community somewhere and will be assigned to a family unit that Claire will have no part in, and the thought consumes her. She just wants her son. Eventually she’s able to find him and it’s Gabe, of course, which is how the books come together.

These four stories are all so unique. They’re all incredible. And they’re all masterpieces. It’s rare that I read a series and love every book included for individual reasons, so I have to applaud Lowry one more time for writing something so mind-blowingly amazing. I am never, ever getting rid of these books!

They did make The Giver a movie and it was...well, I don’t want to say terrible, but it could have been so much better. They made Jonas way too old and turned the plot into your typical teenage angsty romance instead of keeping it platonic and thought-provoking. But they did the best they could, I guess. I included the trailer for your review.

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