#suddenly feels as though they have lost something so precious so beautifully character a that they need it back.

[bellamyblakru]

idk why but the trope where character a changes the routine or something in the daily life of character b and character b complains and gets annoyed at the new addition and then suddenly one day character a gets genuinely upset and stops doing said thing which then makes character b all ☹️wheres the thing i miss the thing but has to pretend they want it back and is only doing it for character a’s sake when we all see its just them being in love or whatever is something i fucking LOVE to see?? every time???

#this is so specific and yet #do u know how many times ive seen this and every time i love it??? #its like someone who hates change but is willing to change for someone. their happiness overpowers they uncomfortable feelings and it #suddenly feels as though they have lost something so precious so beautifully character a that they need it back. #girl how many shows do this lets see: #merlin #with merlin’s chatting and smiling and arthur missing it and being audibly upset when its gone #semantic error #when my red man stops fucking with him and he just goes :(((( #30 but 17 #with everything she does esp with the plant and the home itself and going to work ugh #destined with you #which im currently watching now and up to episode 7 but these bitches are both whipped withojt realizing it #there are 1000 other examples of this and i love every rendition #okay thanks for coming to my ted talk at 5am bye #their uncomfortable * english what is it #tropes

[shiveringteeth]

fionn callaghan || how beautifully the color worked itself in

CHARACTER STATISTICS

NAME: Fionn Callaghan

PHYSICAL AGE: Twenty-Nine

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him

FACE CLAIM: Barry Keoghan

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown

HEIGHT: 5′9″

DATE OF BIRTH: November 10th, 1819

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

HOMETOWN: Galway, Ireland

OCCUPATION: Underground Fighter

SPECIES: Juno Vampire

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY (TW: ASSAULT, DEATH)

Fionn thought he would live an ordinary life, like his father: a potato farmer, who would grow old, marry and have children, but his life turned out entirely different than originally thought of. Born in Galway, Ireland, he was the first of three children, but his father had a bad temper and his mother passed when he was young. Leaving him to take care of himself and the twins and he did what he had to, forgoing his education and taking over the small parcel of land that they had. This was Fionn’s life and despite the want for more than that, he was content. Until his twenty-six birthday when their land was struck by the infamous famine. It was a slow process to begin with, the loss of a percentage of crops, the rise of the cost of their land and it all snowballed. He’d give up food for the rest of his family, until his body couldn’t take much more from the malnutrition and he became sick. On the edge of death, suddenly, he thought about all the things he didn’t do, the things that he pushed aside in the name of responsibility and obligation and regretted every single moment of it.

Death was knocking, until someone intervened, thinking that Fionn deserved more life that he was given. Something happened to Fionn, changing him into something else entirely then what he was before: a vampire. As someone who laughed at the stories for children, he was bewildered into what he became. At first, he rejected the idea, the need to feed to stay alive. His entire life, he had tried to be selfless and now he had to take, selfishly. The new life he was expected to lead was going to be filled with darkness and death, something he never got used to during his own mortal life. Along with his renewed life, he acquired heightened senses and he could feel his entire town withering away, day by day people were dying all around him and all it did was instill the memory of his own mother’s death and since that moment had an aversion to those who were experiencing their last moments of living. His sire told him that he was special, that blood wasn’t the only way he could survive, that a soul was more precious and valuable to their kind than liquid gold. The implication was less souls for more time.

So his sire taught him exactly what he had to do and how he needed to feed. The moral compass inside of him forced himself to look at the quality of the life he took with each soul he fed off of, opting for those who led awful lives. Fionn justified his actions as best he could, but deep down inside of him a war waged. People died so that he could live and for years and he had a hard time swallowing the reality of who he exactly was. His sire would encourage him to take more of than his fill and actually enjoy what he had become and eventually, it was easier than facing the truth. Through a few failed attempts, he would violently drain a soul, leaving the person a husk of what they were and that feeling became addictive to him and he forgo all forms of blood, opting for the more potent method of sustaining himself.

Time went on, Fionn survived and that was his only purpose. His ailment was to endure and to watch humanity grow darker than the plague that kept him alive to witness it all. He had lost hope in them and believed that they would never change, so he consumed their anger and their hate in order to rid them of it. As the years passed, he felt as though all he could do was clean their messes but could never change them. Hope was restored in the shade of Blue when a human tried their hand against him by poisoning him at a boxing match where he earned his keep. He had to admit the guy had balls, trying to poison him but after all those years of draining souls he deemed unworthy to save, he found a chance at attempting clemency again. He would teach this human to be better instead of taking his life without remorse. He found someone to not just teach his sense of morality, but guide through the supernatural world and pry them away from the more vile company found in that realm. In turn, it also helped him come to terms with he had become as he was able to appreciate the wonder of his affliction and changed his perspective from believing he was nothing but cursed. Now, Fionn was able to evolve and make peace with the very thing he was suppose to kill. He created an alliance where give and take were equal.

At least, that was what Fionn believed. His peace was threatened when he came into the company of former enemies from Mars’ bloodline and fellow vampires he had reconnected with were under attack. It was suppose to be a quiet night, a silence he hadn’t found known in years, and it was ruined by screams painted in red. An attack against his bloodline and allies broke out. Fionn had just barely escaped as he was dragged away from the scene by an old rival, but he saw the aftermath. He heard it until he didn’t as there was a break in the muffled bloodshed that left a ringing in one of his ears that he’d never get rid of. He found his companion buried between the bodies, but somehow he survived. Fionn refused to question it and they fled the scene. They traveled for years to find that peace once again, skipping from city to city until the dread of their past became too much to carry. As much as Fionn wanted to ignore the changes, he could feel that something was wrong and he wanted a solution. He ’s returned to Rome after centuries in search of answers in the overwhelming supernatural population that resides there and hopes that he can fix whatever broke. Or get his revenge.

Now with the discovery of what Blue has truly become, a banshee, Fionn’s anger has done nothing but grown and he’s vowing to find out who was behind the attack. No longer did he see the good in humanity or creatures alike. All he felt was rage and destruction. No longer is does he deprive himself, causing his hunger to grow uncontrollable, but over satiates himself now.

He hasn’t gone as far as taking a soul– yet.

Even if Fionn’s morals have reduced to nothing, he hasn’t crossed the line yet, but his mind is fragile and it’ll only take a simple push for him to turn back to his old ways.

#fionn: intro

[xxxsoukokuxxx]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day/night and that you're taking care of yourself :) If it's alright, may I most likely break your heart with my request please? If not I 100% understand, but could I request HCs of Dazai & Chuuya's S/O pretending to die (like they play the dead girlfriend prank on them?) I'm craving a sprinkle of angst for my boys 👀 Again, you don't have to do this but if you do take all the time you need & change things if need be, I really like your writing btw❤️ Take care!

Dazai and Chuya with a s/o who pretends to die headcanons

Characters: Dazai x reader; Chuya x reader

Warnings: cursing, slight gore (basically blood that’s all), supposed death of reader (relax the reader doesn’t actually die)

Notes: Thanks for requesting. If this is not what you wanted feel free to request again. I am so so sorry for taking so long with this. plz forgive me. I am so happy that you really like my writing. And yes...you may break my heart. I literally felt so guilty writing this, why do this to these precious human beings? Anyway I hope you have a great day/night and stay safe.

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Dazai was heading back home to your shared apartment after a day of work at the Armed Detective Agency

He sighed as he neared the door of the apartment

All he wanted to do was collapse into your arms and do nothing

But guess life has other plans for him...

He opens the door and steps in, he takes off his coat, “Oh my sweet Belladonna, I’m home!” he calls out for you

...no answer

He finds it odd that you weren’t there to greet him 

Walking further into the apartment, he notices little drops of scarlet red on the floor

It leads all the way to your shared bedroom...

He’s puzzled as to what it is...it can’t be blood right?

He panics a little at the thought

Dazai opens the door of your shared bedroom...

There you lie on the bed, eyes closed, scarlet red blood dripping out of you and placed in such a beautifully sinister way

His heart drops and his eyes widen

This is not what he expected to come home to...

He rushes to your side and grabs your hand gently

“Belladonna! What happened!? Who did this to you?” he says, his voice broken even though he tries to keep it steady

He brushes some hair out of your eyes and looks at you just the same way he did with his friend, Odasaku

He didn’t need to lose anyone else, hasn’t he lost enough already?

But then...

He shrieks a little and is taken aback by your hand moving a little in his

You peek one eye open and he just stares at you for a second

Then he all of a sudden, grabs you and embraces you in a big hug messing his clothes a bit with the “blood”

“Belladonna, you’re okay! Don’t worry I’ll get hel-...”

You cut him off with a little giggle

“...Y/n?”

“I’m sorry I thought I would play a prank on you just as you do to me all the time but now I just feel bad...” you say with guilt lacing your voice at the sight of him with tears brimming his eyes

“...you actually thought this would be funny! I was scared...I thought...” he says upset but tears still brimming his eyes

“...I’m sorry...” you say nervously

“Don’t you ever do that again! You’re so mean! I actually thought something happened to you! I don’t want to lose you too...” he embraces you in his hold once again as a little tear finally makes it way down his face...plz don’t ever to that to him again

After a long night of work at the Port Mafia, he is absolutely tired and just wants to spend some time with you doing nothing drinking wine

You were at home getting a bit bored waiting for your beloved

So you decided, why not play a prank on him?

You giggled at the thought not thinking of the consequences

So you got everything ready for your prank and waited patiently since he was on his way home

Once home, Chuya gets off his motorcycle and goes to the front door

He opens it and then hangs his coat on the coat hanger

He walks a little further into the house and his eyes widen once he reaches the living room

You were on the couch, covered in your own “blood” and your skin had gotten pale

“Y/N!” he runs over to you and panics

“Dammit” he grabs you in his arms ready to sprint to a hospital or is even willing to give up his pride and go to Yosano, the Armed Detective Agency’s doctor

“Don’t worry you’ll be fine Princess, I’ll make sure of that” he says as he runs over quickly to the doorway...

He stops suddenly when he hears a little laugh

It’s you

He looks down at you in his arms and sees you looking at him with a stupid smile on your face

“...WHAT THE F**K”

“Hey Chu. How was work? I’m sorry I got kinda bored so I wanted to play a prank on you...” you say nonchalantly

“...” he literally doesn’t know what to say or do

“Chu?” you say now feeling a bit of guilt once you see him with teary eyes as he tried to hold it back and his reddened face

“WHAT THE HELL Y/N!? DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK THIS IS FUNNY! DAMMIT. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU THINK OF SUCH A PRANK!?” he yells

He goes back into the living room and places you on the couch where you were just a few moments ago

“...I’m sorry...it was meant as a harmless prank...”

“HARMLESS!? DO YOU EVEN REALIZE WHAT WENT THROUGH ME WHEN I SAW YOU LIKE THAT!!!” he says with anger but with hurt as well

He hugs you tightly, “Don’t you ever play such a prank like that on me again! I was fucking scared something happened to you dammit. I don’t want to lose you...”

#dazai x reader #chuya x reader #bungo stray dogs #headcanons #vcl-1807 #requests #finally some angst #i feel bad though...

[counterpunches]

This is going to be an utterly rambly mess of like three or four separate essays in one, but it’s only been like 24 hours and I have a lot of feelings and need to just get them out so here goes: (huge spoilers below, obviously)

Ultimately I think Frozen 2 comes down to having some really interesting ideas and things to say that ultimately didn’t entirely go far enough to succeed.

As satisfying and complete as Elsa and Anna’s relationship was in the first movie, I can’t help but feel a little bit of the opposite this time around. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for intertwined, co-dependent people becoming more healthy and independent and thrilled at the end note. I love the journeys the characters took, I just wish they actually showed it better. I didn’t believe it even though I agreed with it.

The catalyst of the movie hinges on Elsa’s sudden apparent need for more when this thought has never previously been expressed. We’re not given a reason enough to doubt Elsa wasn’t happy and didn’t have everything she always wanted.

Not that ‘show don’t tell’ is the single gospel truth from a storytelling point (there are ways to do the former very effectively through the latter) but the movie played the central character’s purpose and secondary tension to the plot as something only passably mentioned if at all. This new reason and purpose, the drive for answers and feeling like she never truly belonged wasn’t built enough to override and supplant her previously established central purpose and tension: Anna.

A few of the film’s other weaknesses play into this. 

I expected more of the Northuldra. I liked the few characters we saw, and I get that there’s a lot of material for the main characters to go through so cut for time, but if by the end the main lead gives everything up to stay with them, then you gotta build them up enough to match. If Elsa’s gonna stay in the north and not with Anna, then there has to be more of a pull for her. The Northuldra people aren’t magical themselves, but they do trust nature’s magic. So I guess, that means Elsa has to stay there? It’s only been 35 years since the mists fell, but they don’t even seem to know more about the spirits than Elsa herself had discovered. “This place suits you” isn’t enough to ditch her world that came before it. All the movie gives us is “Elsa’s the Fifth Spirit (which, WOW, I have a million follow up questions to that) and suddenly has a thirst for adventure and nature, so I guess that means she has to stay???” and we’re supposed to accept that as-is. But they have to give us more because if anything, this movie teaches us the importance of choice. We can’t control what happens, but we can control how we act and what we do about it. We can’t change the wrongs of the past but we can work to right the wrongs in the present. Elsa didn’t have to stay. But the movie is telling us ‘Elsa wants to stay and does’ and there’s no reason to back the weight of that choice up.

The confusion starts right in the beginning with ‘Into the Unknown”. 

Did Elsa wake the spirits, or did the spirits wake her? It’s not clear and the difference is important to Elsa’s drive throughout the rest of the movie. She sings happily with Anna in ‘Some Things Never Change’: I'm not sure I want things to change at all. These days are precious, can't let them slip away”

Then expresses similar concerns in ‘Into the Unknown’:  “if I heard you, which I don't, I'm spoken for, I fear. Everyone I've ever loved is here within these walls. I'm sorry, secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls. I've had my adventure, I don't need something new. I'm afraid of what I'm risking if I follow you.” This is THE previously established building blocks of Elsa’s character: she loves her family, happy being part of the world she shut out for so long, loves quiet books and being at home, and doesn’t need anything more than she’s got (which is more than she ever expected to have). 

But then, ten seconds later she sings “are you someone out there who's a little bit like me? Who knows deep down I'm not where I'm meant to be?” Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone. Since when has Elsa felt like she isn’t where she’s meant to be?? That Arendelle and her family wasn’t enough? That she’s never felt like she belonged there? Sure, an hour ago she was distracted during charades because she heard magic music calling to her. But losing a round of charades isn’t reason enough to feel like she doesn’t belong. The siren call seems to be a recent development and something that hasn’t been happening that long or hinted at during her childhood.

She seemed happy and content during ‘Some Things Never Change’, at the ending of the first Frozen, during ‘Olaf’s Frozen Adventure’, and ‘Frozen Fever’. So what the fork happened for Elsa to go from “I’m as settled as I ever want to be and don’t want to risk losing everything I finally have” to “I’ve never felt like I truly belonged and have always wondered where I came from” in the span of a single song?

The missing linchpin to this is Iduna, but more on her later.

Anna gets to love Elsa but we don’t get to see Elsa shower that same type of love to Anna. Let Elsa show Anna some darn affection! Anna cradles Elsa in bed the way their mother used to, soothing her to sleep. She rushes to her side in moments of danger. Elsa, rather characteristically, shows her affection and love for Anna by trying to protect her from danger, even if it means risking herself in the process. But even at the end when she rushes back on the water horse after saving Arendelle, she just stands there, arms outstretched, like the idiot she is. This isn’t the first movie, where it’s the first time they’ve touched since they were kids. They aren’t standing on the newly melted fjord after she discovers the key to her powers for the first time, shyly holding back. Why Disney didn’t have Elsa running into Anna’s arms saying “You did it, I love you,” is just ajkhgajksdhgasycsdmc so frustrating.

To Sporky’s point, sure - Anna’s coronation didn’t have the pomp and ceremony from the first movie, and we don’t know the reason why. Perhaps Anna didn’t want it to be a big deal, that’s why there wasn’t an audience Elsa and Kristoff weren’t present for the actual ceremony, I get it. But for Elsa not to be there at all? For such an important moment for Anna? There needed to be a small sisterly moment. Maybe Elsa giving Anna a pep talk before the ceremony, something that mirrors the one Anna gave her after the left the wreckage of their parents’ ship. What about an “Are you ready?” from the first movie being re-contextualized in an absolutely loving, adoring, supportive tone.Something. Let Elsa be a big sister. Let her be the one to run into Anna’s arms. If she’s trying to follow their mother’s footsteps, what a great place to start, being part of that bridge between Arendelle and the spirits. Let that relationship come full circle and lead to a healthy place. 

And poor Kristoff I felt was a little misserved. As Sporky said, the engagement should have happened at the end of act 1. He got a reindeer friend, yay! (Jason Ritter, great as usual) but I felt like his central conflict was ultimately...Anna’s about Elsa: Again, you're gone off on a different path than mine. I'm left behind wondering if I should follow. When you're gone I'm the one who sees you home. But now I'm lost in the woods and I don't know what path you are on. Where am I, if we're not together forever? Who are Elsa and Anna now if they’re not together forever? 

There are two outtake songs that were cut, which is a shame because they would have helped fill the holes of what’s missing and gnawing at my unsatisfaction.

‘Home’, for Anna, on the surface is a light song about Arendelle and the citizens within it. But lyrics like these: Wandering through the town with everyone doing all of their stuff, Somewhere in my heart I feel I’ve not yet done enough, For these people I know, this place that I love so, My home” sets us up beautifully for the Queen Anna endgame. Anna, who loves her home and loves everyone in it, still doesn’t feel like she’s done enough for them. She wants to give more: to them, to her home. It’s not just about Elsa, Kristoff, Sven, and Olaf. Anna expressing this earnestness connects her to leading her people much more than the ending they give us presenting her as an alternative, the second daughter, the spare queen, the extra (which we know from ‘Just The Spare” outtake from the first film). 

Then the later lyric: I’m grateful for this castle and for everything we’ve got, especially my family. We’ve all been through a lot. I know how fragile things can be. If I lost them, I’d lose me’ (x) calls directly into Anna’s true solo, ‘The Next Right Step’ where she faces this exact fear - the fragility of the family they built. She’s in the dark cave, lost Kristoff, Elsa and Olaf presumably dead, fears losing herself and giving up. Instead she faces that darkness and does what’s right; despite her heartache, she gets up and saves both of her people: Arendelle and the Northuldra. ‘Home’ connects Anna’s fear of losing her family and her desire to give more to her people. It pairs off beautifully with ‘The Next Right Thing’: The life I knew is over. I can't find my direction, I'm all alone. The only star that guided me was you. How to rise from the floor when it's not you I'm rising for?”

“Home” is a perfect setup to the ending, giving Anna more agency to her crown and the happiness and solidity that she’s able to forge in a new arrangement once Elsa leaves. It connects Anna’s journey from the first film (“I’m not alone anymore”) and bridges it into the journey she ultimately goes through in the sequel. 

It’s a good song, a great one for Anna, but ultimate the plot doesn’t suffer without it, so I understand why it was cut for time even though I wish they didn’t. 

But then there’s ‘I Seek the Truth’. In it, Elsa sings to her mother, expressing the unease she feels as her power grows stronger, the questions she’s been feeling, the longing she feels for her mother, her role as queen. She seeks the past through her mother to find the truth of her magic and her identity through the pages of a book her mother left her with clues to the answers. “I seek the truth. What are you teaching me? I'm ready to learn, can't retreat once again. And so I turn to you back then. You left me messages and they hold the key. I need to know what they mean, to know who you want me to be.  How do I come from this land, with a power inside that I can't command? It's growing and speaking a language that I don't understand.” (x)

This, THIS song, perfectly sets up the central conflict of the film; Elsa expressing that she even wonders where her magic came from, who she is, what she was meant for, and what secrets her mother held. Without this song, we’re left with a gaping hole around it. The movie makes the Queen absolutely, vitally central to the plot and the girls' identities (and choices), (in a way that parallels the Father’s from the first film) yet she was somehow strangely absent from all of it. We’re left with a very unsatisfying shape to what’s missing. 

Why does she keep her identity as Northuldra a secret from her children and husband? What is served by leaving that a mystery? Wouldn’t it have been much more interesting if once Frohana made it through the mist, they saw Arendelle soldiers and people bearing the same pattern of the scarf that their mother used to wear? It immediately connects Elsa and Anna to these people much more than the drop later on. It wets their curiosity and plants that seed in Elsa about desiring connecting to the Enchanged Forest and wanting to stay instead of ruling Arendelle. 

I didn’t even realize during the first viewing that the second voice singing in Ahtohallan during ‘Show Yourself” isn’t also Idina Menzel- it’s Iduna dueting. The movie tried to intertwine Elsa’s journey with her mother’s past but ultimately fell short of both. The movie desperately needed a few more moments between Elsa and Iduna. The skeleton is there in ‘I Seek The Truth’ but without it, the movie doesn’t stand straight up. (Whatever, I know that doesn’t fully work but metaphors are hard and you get what I mean)

The ending was supposed to tie Elsa and Anna’s journeys as well as that of Arendelle and the Northuldra together. Others not me (hi helen) have already gotten into the complications of race and lack of stakes the ending presented, but yeah, it super bears repeating that Arendelle should have been destroyed. If anything it would have re-framed Anna’s journey (home about people, giving more to them) and the sisters’ past (rebuilding). That made zero sense. Let there actually be stakes! Were there any stakes? The people were safe. Either the town should have been still filled with people still to give Elsa a reason to save it or let it be destroyed and give Elsa and Anna a reason to build it back up together. Have the flag of Arendelle fly, finally earn it “standing for the good and the many” as they all sung in the beginning during ‘Some Things Never Change’. Let Elsa tell Anna that there’s still more she wants to learn about what it means to be the fifth spirit, so she wants to stay in the north and figure it out. 

Better ending: Anna, the idiot she is, is running around on the bridge she’s actively working on getting destroyed (pot calling the Elsa kettle black for running into danger without thought to her own safety THEY ARE SISTERS FOR A REASON). The dam successfully breaks, but Anna falls into the water. Our other heroine presumed dead. But no! The spirits awaken with the freeing of the waters. Anna’s courage to do the right thing frees Elsa from her frozen state. Elsa falls into the water, knowing instantly what Anna’s done. She also senses the danger and there are two choices in front of her - she can either save Arendelle or her sister, there’s only time for one. Obviously she chooses Anna and rushes to save her as she tumbles into the waters below. Arendelle falls. Elsa and Anna rebuild it together, maybe some of the Northuldra people help, along with Gale and the earth giants. Anna has her coronation, makes vaguely BSDM comments to Kristoff, which Elsa gags at. She says how beautiful Anna looks, so much like their mother, and their parents would be so proud. Elsa leaves, she waves her hand and threads some pretty ice magic jewels into Anna’s crown and says “See you for game night Friday?” and rides off on her horsey. 

Ok, so the gay thing:

They really doubled down on the queer analogy for Elsa. Yes, ‘Into the Unknown’ slaps but I mean, ‘Show Yourself’? Woof. What a gorgeous anthem that clearly parallels ‘Let It Go’ with a message of self-love, pride, and identity. Why didn’t they go further? I get it. It’s Disney. There’s the China market to content with, primarily. But that still leaves us with...its Disney. If ever there was a company that could affort to survive the right-wing and Chinese boycotts, it’s this one. “If Disney really believes in the kind of progressive representation it pretends to stand for, then its choices to barely depict LGBTQ people in its films — while simultaneously winking to let us know that, yeah, Elsa’s totes gay — are more than just irritating. They’re an abdication of the moral code the company vaguely genuflects toward having, in the name of higher profits.”x

I mean, Honeymaren was right there. I want to ship them, but it’s so thin that I can’t even get much further than “they talked like once and it’s an age-appropriate female who isn’t a family member.” Disney was never going to give Elsa a girlfriend, c’mon. But they could have at least given her a girl friend. A connection between the two of them would have made more sense for the ending as well - Elsa deciding to abdicate the throne and stay with the Northuldra. Give Elsa a more tangible connection to the place she chooses over Anna. The minimum they could have done without putting anything at risk would have been queercoding Elsa and Honeymaren, but there wasn’t even enough to give us that. But “where the queer subtext for the character in the first Frozen seemed mostly to arise by accident, it feels more intentional in this movie” and yet also deliberately given a wide berth so that they couldn’t be accused of going anywhere near it.  “To be clear, it continues to be subversive that Elsa is a character defined entirely by her lack of a love interest. I don’t want to discount Frozen 2’s emphasis on Elsa’s powerful independence.” Do I love single Elsa? Heck yes. Am I happy and pleased with that? Absolutely. Did Disney have a great opportunity to also have room for queerness should people want to look for it? Yup. 

So many unanswered questions!  -W H Y does Iduna hide her ancestry from the girls and even Agnarr? (Yes, I get that the first movie was intended to be a standalone film and the sudden success changed everything so retconning is necessary, but still). The actual timeline for their parents is also kind of confusing. Little Iduna saves Little Agnarr. She sneaks away with him to a strange land. They fall in love and get married I guess? When does she tell him who she is and where she came from? Does he ever find out who saved him? Why do neither Iduna or Agnarr seem to guess that Elsa’s powers came from the four spirits? Why do they take a ship to find answers that they seem to already have the ability to know the answers to? Nature magic is in Iduna’s people’s history and culture so what other answers were they seeking to find? Did they think finding out what happened to cause the mists would help Elsa control her powers? -where do the handful of Arendellian soldiers live for 35 years? Why are they still fighting the Northuldra when they are clearly outnumbered. Why do the soldiers and villagers go from hating each other to working together and being together no problem without a single word to each other? -Is Elsa still human? What does being a Fifth Spirit mean aside from retconning an identity crisis and a sudden thirst for adventure? What was the fifth spirit before Elsa took the mantle? What answers did Ahtohallan hold before Elsa & Anna’s grandfather decided to be a huge bitch? The Disney wiki says “Elsa discovers that the voice was the call of Iduna from memories of the past, and that her power was a gift from the magic of nature because of Iduna's selfless act of saving Agnarr, making her the fifth spirit who unites differences. Elsa wields her mother's mantle of the fifth spirit.”(x) Wait, what? Where was Iduna’s magic voice six fucking years ago when their boat went down and after dying presumably found the answers? If Iduna had the mantle of the fifth spirit before Elsa, why the fuck did she take a boat to the middle of death ocean to find answers she knew? Did she know she was the fifth spirit? Do the four spirits just choose a human to imbue magic powers with? I fully get I shouldn’t think about this too hard but making it the answer to everything in the movie makes it rEALLY HARD nOT TO.

Things I loved: -Olaf somehow being endearing and legitimately funny a whole second time -”I don’t want to stop you from being whoever you need to be, I just don’t want you to die trying to be everything to everyone all the time.” Hoo boy, Anna has had yelled that speech to Elsa a thousand times in her head -Elsa’s crying face in ‘Show Yourself’ -the entire ‘Show Yourself’ sequence was just stunning, honestly, visually and emotionally -”I didn’t mean to leave you behind, I just wanted to protect her/keep her safe.” (I forgot the whole line, sorry) Anna it is very sweet of you to say that to Kristoff but honey, you can’t get mad at Elsa for doing the exact same thing you just did like three times -Elsa and Bruni doing the head angle thing as they become best friends -fucking Elsa at charades. How have they been putting up with that for three years.  -QUEEN ANNA OF ARENDELLE -the concept of ‘do the next right thing’ I hate that such a golden message will likely get swallowed up and not given the credit and popularity it deserves -I’m sure there’s a lot more that I can’t remember but I’ve only seen it twice so cut me some slack

-the fact that it’s earth that’s the only spirit that Elsa doesn’t master before Ahtohollan. Interesting that she ‘fails’ there, freezing into the depths of the river, because she went too far alone without earth. She wins over Gale and Bruni, tames the Nokk, but she finds herself at the base of a glacier without earth under her feet. It’s telling, because of course it’is Anna. Anna has always been her rock, her earth, the thing that grounds her. It’s Anna who runs to the earth spirits and demand they follow her. It’s earth that Anna wrestles with to finish what Elsa started. Without grounding, without earth, there can be no balance. My darling fucking idiot girls.

#frozen 2 #spoilers #my frozen meta #jesus christ this is 3.5k talk about word vomit

[blueoswin]

Let’s make him jealous!

Summary: Eliott went back to Lucille. However Lucas can't forget him. For now he just has to try to get over him, even if the boys want to push them back together. They all come up with an awesome plan ( their words) in order to do so. Well Emma does : making Eliott jealous. How ? By hiting on  Lucas obnoxiously. Too much for his taste. And for Eliott's as well. Or : Eliott is sad raccoon pining from afar. Lucas is grumpy, Emma is a snake and the boys are elu stans #1.

                                                        Chapter 2

Saying Eliott is looking forward to the end of this week would be a big  understatement. He can't stop thinking about Lucas, every waking hour of his day and since he hasn't been able to sleep more than a couple of hours each night lately, let's say he's been thinking way too much about the other boy. Perhaps that's why his friends think he's been more distant the previous days, or the dark circles under his eyes gave his nightime activities away, go figure. He wants so badly to get up from the bench he's sitting on to go talk to Lucas, tell him every thoughts weighing his heart down that it physically hurts. If he's lucky, maybe Lucas will listen.

But he can't, wouldn't even dare coming in close proximity with the boy. Partly because he's ashamed, he knows pertinently he's the only one to blame for this hell of a situation; he cowardly chose to ruin the beginning of a beautiful blossoming relationship to go back to his previous one, easy but loveless.  Only for him to realise his mistake a few days later and break up with Lucille. Again. It wasn't his proudest moment. The other reason is that Lucas is never alone . Back in the days too, obviously but now everyone seems to  gravitate towards him. When he isn't with the boys, he is always accompanied by a bunch of girls, overly tactile. Every touch leave a bitter taste in Eliott's mouth.  Although he can't blame them, Lucas is the sun luring every planets in his orbit. It doesn't mean he has to like it though, quite the contrary in fact.

Those girls are always touching him, his arms, his shoulders, his cheeks, his thighs... Emma touched his thigh! The audacity! The worst thing though, Lucas let her do it, he even seemed to find it completely normal. Eliott didn't appreciate it. Not at all. His hand should have been on Lucas's thigh, his Lucas, his hedgehog.

Stop it Eliott, Lucas isn't your property. He chastises himself.

Although his only desire is to take the place of any of these girls as soon as he sees them swooning over Lucas. Or kill all of them one by one, slowly, to enjoy watching them squirm. Every single girls are hitting on Lucas which pisses Eliott  more than he'd like to admit, mostly because Lucas enjoys the attention. He often flirts back,  leaving a kiss on their cheek, throwing his arm around their shoulders, sometimes holding their hands... In short, Eliott  has to find a way to talk to him before drowning in his jealousy. It's not like he hasn't tried before, he spent all his breaks the past two weeks trying to catch a glimpse of his boy in the hallways so that he could explain his actions. However he never caught sight of him, he knew Lucas has been avoiding him. He had to, it was the only logical explanation because Eliott had explored every dark corners of the school in his desperate quest, even the boiler room. Yet, no traces of Lucas. Until a little over a week ago, when suddenly Lucas was everywhere, always in good company too. Each corner Eliott turned he saw him, a girl hanging off his arm, his bright laugh echoing in the hallways. At least he seemed alright, it was the only thing Eliott cared about at this point. Well, that and maybe getting the girls away from Lucas. He's selfish he knows that.

In the cafeteria at lunch break, he can't help shamelessly devouring him with his eyes. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore, the others might as well think what they want, Eliott couldn't care less. Subtlety isn't his strong point but desperate times call for desperate measures and he is so desperate it's not even funny anymore. He would give anything to hold Lucas tight in his arms at least one last time. So Eliott indulges himself, he stares, stares and stares some more even if from where he is sitting he can only glimpse at his back with a mop of hair on top. What a beautiful back it is though, muscular but slim, topped by even more beautiful hair, the reflecting light casting specks of gold on the brown locks. God the things he would do to be able to touch his  hair again, pulling it gently while they kiss, hearing Lucas moan...

His memory decides to betray him then, flashing snippets of the perfect morning they spent together after their first kiss. Coming back to the flat completely soaked, giggling like children, stopping every now and then on the way back to kiss against walls, the both of them not being able to keep their hands off each other, holding each other oh so close while kissing in Lucas's bed, their minds chanting in unison, needing to be closer closer closer, trying to melt together to be forged as a whole again, fusing beautifully never to be apart again, Eliott feeling like he was finally complete, having found the missing piece of his puzzle.

The boy is so lost in his memories  it takes him a few minutes to notice someone is all over Lucas again. He should have grown accustomed to the sight by now, only it's not a girl this time but a boy. A boy Eliott vaguely recognises, Valentin something. They are so close together,so comfortable basking in each other presence, so intimate Eliott feels  his heart shaterring in his chest. He can almost hear the glass cracking. Valentin has his arm around Lucas's waist,the latter resting his head on his shoulders. The perfect little couple. The couple they would have made, the one they made in a parallel universe. Yes Eliott his bitter, sue him.

“Go talk to him Eliott, instead of moping.” Hugo's voice pulls him back to reality.

He sighs, angling his body towards his friend, not wanting to see more of what was happening in front of his eyes. He's seen enough already. He rubs his eyes tiredly.

“What's the point? It looks like he's moved on. Have you seen all those people chasing after him?”

“Mmmmm, I've noticed your boy was a bit busy lately, yes. I've got eyes you know? Hugo pauses, thoughtful. Eliott can almost see the gears turning in his head. “Let me ask you something Mr.Grumpy. Do you know all those people around him?”

“Most of them yes, he introduced me once when... When everything was good between us.”

He can feel his eyes watering at the thought, the lump in his throat increases. Because he knows he can't move on, call him dramatic all you want but he knows deep down Lucas is his one and only. He'd rather stay single the rest of his life than move on from their not-quite-relationship. He brushes a tear away before it rolls down his cheek. His friends don't seem to notice though, or they just simply ignore it, too used to his emotional outburts by now.

“Don't you find the whole situation weird though? I mean, suddenly all of his friends are flirting with him, all at the same time? Don't get me wrong, your boy is attractive but sounds shady to me.”

Eliott frowns, thoughtful. Hugo's got a point.

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head to the side, inquisitive.

His friend rolls his eyes so hard he's genuinely worried they will stay stuck in his skull. The habit reminds him so much of Lucas his heart clenches a little. Everything reminds him of Lucas these days.

“Eliott I love you man but you're so dense I swear”. He sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Lucas hasn't moved on dummy, he's simply trying to make you jealous.”

Eliott scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. It seems so out of character, even for someone as petty as the boy.

“No way, Lucas would never do that.”

“Never underestimate the length to which people are ready to go to when they're in love Eliott.”

Hugo looks so serious he represses a shiver under his piercing gaze. Eliott wants to believe him. His heart believes him already.

“Oh yeah it's true” Isaiah interrupts. “One of my exes once reenacted the Romeo and Juliette scene for me you know, the balcony one. Anyway I was on my balcony and he was in the street, in front of my house, waxing poetry. He was making his grand declaration of love at 3 am. It was cute” He says fondly. “And embarrassing. Hard to explain to my parents why there was a boy confessing his love for me at such an ungodly hour.”

“Why did you leave him then?” Hugo asks, genuinely curious.

Isaiah rewards him with a shrug.

“I saw him kissing another guy in a bar barely a week later.”

Ouch. Eliott winces. Someone just threw a cold glass of water in his face. The situation is too similar of the one he was currently in. He doesn't appreciate the feeling, even though he knows he deserve it. He decides it's better to stop listening for now, instead focusing back on Lucas (he's a masochist he knows) still sitting at the table, alone with Valentin .Eliott scowls. All of their friends have left, probably wanting to give the two lovebirds some time alone. Said Valentin is holding Lucas hand with care, as if it's a precious jewel, his other one stroking his thigh softly. The latter is blushing, happy by the turn of events. Eliott feels his eyes watering with each passing second. A snap of fingers in front of his eyes makes him look away.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself? You know it's unhealthy right?”

“I know I know, I can't help myself that's all. I really hate seeing people all over him. I mean, it's great for him to have so many friends really but why do they have to be so touchy?” Eliott groans, pushing his tray away in order to rest his head in his arms, closing the world off for a moment.

“I feel you really but if this is some sorts of mind game as you claim it is Hugo, both are great actors I must say.” Isaiah replies, noticing Eliott's hunched shoulders, burying his head farther in his elbows.

“Or really close friends ” Hugo retorts.

“Let it go guys” Eliott sighs defeated,emerging from his makeshift pillow. “He's clearly over me, I need to move on too.”

He gazes down at his untouched food. Eliott isn't hungry, hasn't been for a few days. He flinches when he feels Hugo sit up straight as an arrow next to him, receiving a hard nudge in the stomach.

“Eliott look up. The door. Now”

“Wh...”

The words die on his tongue the moment he lifts his head up. He freezes, swallowing with difficulty. He's entranced by a pair of electric blue eyes he used to drown in an eternity ago. Across the cafeteria, Lucas is staring at him, hand intertwined with Valentin's, who is pulling him quite forcefully towards the exit Eliott notices. Before they vanish in the maze of hallways, Eliott stares right back, Lucas raising an eyebrow in pure smugness. His eyes are challenging him. All of his being is, in fact.

Come and get me. The boy mouthes at him, winking for emphasis, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

It's Eliott's only wish. After all, he's not ready to give up so easily, he will raise up to the challenge. He'll redeem himself. Eliott doesn't now how yet, but he will. He doesn't have a choice.

#elu fic #skam france #elu fanfic #lucas x eliott #lucas x eliott fanfic #lucas lallemant #eliott demaury #elu #this chapter wasn't supposed to be this long lol #i hope you enjoy it #chapter 2

[alaurableness]

Okay I need to write all my thoughts out or else I’m not gonna rest, there’s too much that happened. So spoilers below the cut and pardon my rambling.

Okay my first overwhelming problem that I keep coming back to is why Natasha and Clint went to Vormir with no warning about the soul stone’s price. WHY didn’t Nebula or anyone else who overheard her and Peter’s chat with Thanos in Infinity War not give them a warning about the cost of retrieving the stone? Even if it ends up not being avoidable for one of them to die—I get it, it’s a cruel situation—at least give her the full credit for what she did by going in with her eyes wide open, and a real sense that her death couldn’t be avoided. Clint and Natasha going in blind cheapens the whole exchange because it made me feel like they could have figured something out. But now it’s too late, and it casts Nebula in a very sinister light for no reason. Have them hash it out, mull it over, and then come to the conclusion that there’s no other way but for one of them to sacrifice themselves. Also I get that Nat wouldn’t have lived with herself if Clint had died, but from an audience perspective, Clint surviving feels fake. 

TONY. WHY did they kill Tony? After all that happened to him, after having everything, a wife, a daughter, after being the one to solve the time travel problem, why did they have to kill him? WHY did they make Peter Parker watch him die? I was SO mad that the “rest” he finally gets is to be dead. Like, no, thanks. I get the poetic cinema and drama and blah, but come on. Give a guy a break, let him do cameos for the rest of the movies, he’s well earned that right as the first hero.

Thor. I understand. Depression is what it is, it makes sense for him to react that way to having lost what he did, and being eaten alive with guilt for failing to kill Thanos when it most mattered. Him cutting Thanos’ head off on the Garden was excellently done, it showed how horribly he had been dealing with what happened. But to make him the butt of all the jokes because of having gained weight? It was entertaining for the first half hour, but after they found him, at least take the time for him to shave, even if he doesn’t work out back to where he was before. ESPECIALLY for Tony’s funeral. I get that depression changed him, but he’s still Thor. He still believes in dignity and honor, and he still would have cleaned himself up to honor his friend. They didn’t do a good enough job setting us up for him leaving Asgard behind, after he did so much and grew so much to become their king in Ragnarok. It’s like they dismantled his entire arc for the laughs and I’m not here for it.

Captain Marvel. Why would a superhero with her caliber of power abandon her home planet when it needed her most? I get it, she has to help other planets, but again, such a sloppy excuse for her being gone for most of the movie and then showing up at the last second. For all the hype of her arriving to save the day at the end of Infinity War and in Captain Marvel, she did save a lot, but was barely in the movie at all. Which reminds me.

INTERNAL CONSISTENCY OF POWERS. HOW is it possible for Carol to blast her way through Thanos’ ship and then suddenly NOT be able to kill Thanos? What is it about him that makes him so immune to her? The stones? Hell no. She could’ve easily taken him out, and the writers didn’t know what to do with that. ALSO.

WHY is it that neither Steve, Thor, nor Tony could take Thanos down before he had the stones? When Thor had freaking Stormbreaker? And Steve had freaking Mjolnir? Thor stood his ground against Thanos when he had all SIX infinity stones; Steve stood against him when he had FIVE; Tony stood against him when he had FOUR and DREW BLOOD. And now they’re all three there and Thanos has ZERO stones and they STILL couldn’t kill him? Bull. 

Okay. 

That’s all of it. That’s all the points of frustration. And if they had been any less central to the way the plot went down, it would be easier for me to brush them off—every Marvel movie has issues. But because these issues led to characters dying when it could have been avoided had the Russos been consistent and played by their own rules, it left me really frustrated, and it felt pretty anticlimactic. 

But, there are a lot of things I loved. 

I loved the teamup of the female superheroes during the final battle—seeing them all there made me realize how many we have, and I’d love a flik with them all at the center. 

I loved Valkyrie being made queen and arriving on her winged horse.

I LOVED all the time travel and going back to old scenes and really getting a sense for all the ground we’ve covered. That was delightful and funny and I laughed a lot in this movie at all the jokes and the banter and the ridiculous situations. 

I loved Thor getting to see his mother and getting encouragement from her, and it makes it so profound to know that she knew she was going to die. Those scenes were precious. I loved when Mjolnir comes to him and he says he’s still worthy. That was beautiful. 

I LOVED Captain with the hammer and the lightning. Yes. Thank you.

I really loved what they did with Steve as a whole, the way they finished off his arc so meaningfully and beautifully. 

I freaking LOVED Falcon being made the next Captain America and I am HERE for a Captain America featuring Sam. And the fact Bucky knew what Steve was planning. Ugh. So good. 

They finally figured out what to do with Bruce and the Hulk and I couldn’t be happier, they did such a good job with him this time. So funny. 

It’s clever the way they brought Gamora back, even though we don’t know where she went at the end. 

I LOVED how Pepper finally got to a point of accepting Tony for who he is instead of constantly trying to change him. That was beautiful.

All the dramatic entrances to save the day were phenomenal. 

And I’m sure there are more moments that will come back as time goes on.

For a 3-hour movie, it didn’t feel like three hours. They placed it really, really well. 

I’m definitely going to see it again. 

#endgame #spoilers #mcu #whew

[ebhenah]

First Morning (Spook)

Fictober18 Day 21

First Morning (original work)

Original fiction, Original characters (a continuation of my Fictober Day 7 story: Uncharted, Day 8 story: Anchor, Day 13 story: Soulmates, Day 16 story: Sunkissed, Day 18 story: Wound Up, and Day 19 story: I’m With The Band. This one featuring Spook in her original timeline, in the early days of her relationship with her wife, before the mission that stranded her alone in the past)

(Rated teen for LGBT2SQIA+ themes)

Prompt: “Impressive, truly.”

She couldn’t hide her smile as she slowly surfaced from sleep.  There was a small, warm body coiled around her. The smell of sex and mossy greenness filled her nose. Her body ached in all the best ways. And, the best part? Everytime she moved, even a tiny amount, those arms and legs that were wrapped around her tightened and she felt lips moving against her skin, right beside her collarbone, “no.”

Just that one word. No. It said sooooo much.

No. Don’t leave.

No. Stay here.

No. I’m not ready for this to end.

“Not sure if this is real,” she whispered into the sheets of white hair that spread across the mattress, “if last night really happened…”

“S’real,” came the muffled voice, soft and high and clear like birdsong, “definitely happened.”

“How, though,” she breathed,  tracing his fingertips down one long, thin, elegant arm, “how is this real? How are YOU in my arms?”

There was a huff, and a noise that was close to a groan and that head that had been pillowed on her shoulder lifted. That beloved, beautifully alien face loomed in front of her. One set of eyes blinking open then scrunching closed from the brightness of the light. The second pair, positioned higher on the face, fluttered open. She smiled at the mother-of-pearl orbs, knowing that even in infrared, she could make out her facial expressions from this small distance. “Are you going to get all humble on me all of a sudden?”

��Not humble,” she promised, “just… awed. You are… so beautiful… so brave… so strong... “

“So are you,” she pointed out, yawning. “Just because I wasn’t feeding your ego all the time didn’t mean that I didn’t NOTICE.”

“So, what changed?” she asked, suddenly shy and reaching out to sweep some of that white hair behind her shoulder, letting her fingers brush lightly over the pearly grey skin and barely resisting the urge to trace those lacy green lines with her tongue. She already knew they tasted like sugar and dew. She already knew how silky and soft that skin was. How slow caresses made her melt and sigh and shiver.

“I almost lost you,” the voice was soft. “I know you don’t remember, because of the fever… but you were… it was terrifying.”

“I’m fine now.” Soft, soothing touches. Small reassuring kisses pressed to cheeks and foreheads.

“I know. I do… but they told us to be prepared… and then everyone started telling stories- happy memories of you… and all I had was memories of shooting you down, arguing with you, keeping you at arm’s length- because I was afraid to get close. Afraid to admit that you were right, because if you were and I lost you… but there I was, about to lose you anyway… and it was so awful. Nothing could hurt worse… and I didn’t even have any happy memories of us- just us.”

“Fee, shhh,” she cooed, “I’m fine… and we made LOTS of happy memories last night. Very happy memories, if I recall correctly.”

Both sets of eyes screwed shut and her cheeks went sooty- she was blushing. Damn, that was too adorable to bear… and too appealing to let fade.

“I especially love the memories of you screaming my name… and whimpering it… and panting it… oh… and DEFINITELY the ones of you moaning it,” she continued with a smirk. “I had no idea you’d be so vocal… it was impressive, truly… but I guess I should have expected it- I’ve heard you sing.”

Fee muttered something in her native language, which somehow managed to sound like wind rustling in the trees and angry birds both at once.

“Stars and moons you are precious,” she sighed, “I love you.”

“I…. um… I love you, too,” Fee replied, all irritation gone from her expression and voice. “Crap! Is that the time?”

“Ummm… yeah? I mean, I can’t think of why the clock would be wrong….”

“He has a breakfast briefing scheduled for this morning. SOON! You need to go- before everyone starts showing up!”

‘Everyone’ consisted of both of her own fathers, Fee’s foster-father-slash-roommate, and the other pilots of the elite squad that Fee was a part of. Star pilot that she was, living space was still at a premium, and so she still shared quarters with the man who’d taken her in when she’d arrived as an orphaned refugee years ago. Fee was from a more conservative culture, and she was the one who had to WORK with them, so it was clear that she wanted to keep their burgeoning relationship private from the close-knit dynamic of the squad as much as it was possible to do. As for her, she didn’t particularly care- she’d made no secret of her feelings regarding Fee for over a year and her family was very open about… this kind of stuff, in general… but the last thing she wanted was to taint Fee’s memory of their first night together in any way.

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, “I’ll grab my clothes and slink out. I’d go out the back door if standard issued quarters had such a thing.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” Fee was so flustered, suddenly crawling around the room trying to locate hastily discarded clothing from the night before. “If either of us had our own space I wouldn’t do this…”

“Hey,” she caught her face, dusting a sweet little kiss over Fee’s lips.  “I understand… and I’m still too happy for something like this to have a chance of dimming that. You love me. Everything else pales next to that. You love me, Fee… that is the ONLY thing in my reality right now. I have loved you for so long and now… you love me.”

“I love you,” she confirmed.

“Nothing else matters, beautiful. I promise.”

#Fictober18 #Fictober18Day21 #Day21PromptImpressiveTruly #ImpressiveTruly #Spook(OC) #LGBT #wlw #scifi #Original FIction

[ohscorbus]

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Sunday 31st December, 2017

It seemed only right to spend the last day of 2017 doing something that had brought me so much joy throughout the year. So that’s how I found myself at the Palace Theatre with @torestoreamends and @the-eighth-story on New Year’s Eve ♥︎

I hadn’t planned on writing a full recap so my notes are few and far between. But it definitely starts with the intention of being a recap! It just then quickly turns into an excuse to talk about Samuel Blenkin and James Howard. My Malfoy boys. This is 80% feels. I highly recommend chocolate. It helps.

Act One, Scene Ten

I love how alarmed Scorpius gets when Albus manhandles him in this scene. I feel like Scorpius raving about something slightly insane is fairly normal, but Albus? Noooo. So Scorpius doesn’t quite know what to do when the roles are reversed. Wherever Albus grabs him, Scorpius just looks down at Albus’s hand in bewilderment where it’s landed on him. That boy is so confused as to what’s going on. Watching him trying to keep up and process as he listens to Albus is hilariously adorable.

Act One, Scene Twelve

I finally heard Ron say something about Draco’s “stupid hair” to Ginny when they’re talking in the crowd during the Ministry meeting. That makes three comments about Draco’s hair in this play. Jealous much, Ron? :p

Act One, Scene Eighteen

Albus/Ron made a big urghhhh noise after he said ‘baby’ in the ‘baby or a holiday’ bit. It was like he realised what he’d said. Babies may be cute, but making babies... !!!!!! He really doesn’t want to imagine that. The fact that he didn’t even try to hide his disgust (or couldn’t) was glorious because Ron obviously wouldn’t react that way??? It’s the same when he’s wiping his mouth with his sleeve when he thinks Hermione isn’t looking. That boy haha. But yes, I’m glad it’s canon that Albus is the worst panic liar. I wonder how many times people let him carry on with his lie, even though they know he’s lying, just to see how far he’ll take it. Wait, what am I saying? It’s probably one of Ginny’s favourite past times. I feel like Draco would also find this entertaining. Especially when Scorpius is telling him to stop because he knows Draco knows but Albus carries on regardless. He’s got this far, he might as well carry on digging himself into this hole. If the ground doesn’t open up and swallow you whole when you need it to every now and then, you might as well do it yourself. #LifeLessonsWithAlbus

Act Two, Scene Seven

It’s always interesting to watch Albus and Scorpius’s reactions to teenage Harry during the First Task. You can tell Scorpius’s geekness is in overload and he sort of just stares in awe while this smile threatens to take over his face. He got as far as whispering, “wow”, to himself today before realises Albus isn’t having quite the same reaction. (Except he kinda is, Albus is initially shocked by his appearance but he doesn’t hate it. He’s fascinated by it. “That’s my dad.”)

Act Two, Scene Nineteen

“Have you been bad boys again?” - Draco shhh’ed Myrtle when she said this and glanced back at McGonagall as if to assess whether she heard or not and now all I can think about is what else he (or they) got up to that he thinks McGonagall doesn’t know about? :’)

Act Three, Scene One

Umbridge held her wand under Scorpius’s chin like you would a knife. I’ve seen Delphi do this to Albus but not Umbridge before. Her smile and horrendous giggle made it even more threatening. If Scorpius wasn’t 100% aware of the kind of world he’s just landed in, he is now.

Act Three, Scene Three

Alright, I know @torestoreamends​ wrote a fic about this but I’m going to talk about it anyway because it’s the kind of thing that needs talking about. I know this is going to devolve into Draco feels pretty quickly but before that I want to talk about Scorpius. I love how alive he became when he first saw his dad. He’s clearly been having a really rough time in this timeline but then his dad walks in and his reaction was so instantaneous and honest. There’s hope on his face. It was so precious, like the initial shock reaction of a young child seeing a parent after going so long without them. For this Scorpius though, it was like everything has the potential to be fine now that his dad was here to fix things. It wasn’t just that, I think it might even be a tiny bit of pride? His dad made it to the head of the department. Just like Harry Potter. But then the reality of this world hits him and he realises what his dad has probably done to get to that position and his face drops. But worse than that, Draco starts to talk and he gets angry (“How dare you!) and that light in Scorpius’s eye fades. Samuel is so brilliantly subtle and his eyes say so much. You could see the moment Scorpius realises this was his father, but he’s not his dad. This is the person Scorpius fears his dad was or could be. His first ‘sorry sir’ was full of confusion and there was a tiiiny hint of a smile, like he wasn’t sure if Draco was messing with him. But no. He’s being 100% serious. That second ‘sir’ was spoken with all the life drained out of it. It broke me. This boy just wants his dad. He’s lost his allies (Albus and Astoria) and now this. It’s almost worst. The tears come then. Draco’s reaction to this today was heartbreaking. He held Scorpius’s face up by his chin and studied him (as he usually does). This Draco probably hasn’t seen the Scorpion King cry since he was a small child and didn’t know better. So for him to see his son stood there in front of him, not caring that danger surrounds those very walls, with tears unashamedly falling down his face... it clearly triggers something in Draco. A memory. A reminder. I feel like he lost that son when the Scorpion King persona took over, but now? Now he sees the little boy who liked to run around the Manor and chase the house elves for fun, and the little boy who learnt to crawl purely so he could get to his mum faster. Astoria. That’s what Draco sees, and that’s what changes things for him. All the while, Scorpius is staring straight at his dad while he’s lost in thought. Scorpius looks like the next words out of his dad’s mouth have the potential to break him. It’s a matter of seconds but it feels like it stretches on for hours. You hold your breath just as much as Scorpius is. But then Draco gently swiped his thumb over one of the tears rolling down his son’s cheek and tells him, “there’s more of her in there than I thought”. It was like he was telling himself just as much as he was Scorpius. Draco turned and walked back to his desk then and while he was stood with his back to Scorpius, he looked down at his left hand (where his wedding ring still sits) and slowly rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. He must have felt the wetness of Scorpius’s tear still on his thumb but even now, he couldn’t quite believe it. It added an extra weight to the line, “whatever you’re doing - do it safely. I can’t lose you too.” He was clearly thinking of Astoria again. Which I love. I’m sure after losing her, there isn’t much left of her light for Draco in this timeline. To suddenly see it again, to touch, it must bring up so many emotions and memories. I wonder how he goes about the rest of his day. Knowing there is still a piece of her out there, right now, lost but hopeful in this world. I do think if Scorpius had been in that timeline any longer then Draco would have helped him. Draco’s loyalty lies with his family. Always has and always will, and James portrays this beautifully.

Act Four, Scene Eight

Draco never likes to let go after the Malfoy hug and he keeps holding on as long as he can. (I say this every time but I love it whenever Samuel has to say his next line peering out over James’s shoulder because he still hasn’t let go. My poor heart.) Then even when he has let go, he always looks for any reason to reach out and touch him again. It’s like he needs to reassure himself that Scorpius is here and that he’s safe and well. It’s usually a pat or grip on the arm or shoulder, and then occasionally, like today, he zips up Scorpius’s jacket. There’s so much love in that one tiny act. I can’t deal with it. If you’ve ever questioned what kind of father Draco is, it’s this kind. The kind that pulls the zip up on his teenage son’s coat even though it’s already zipped up most of the way. He wants, no, needs to make sure he’s safe and warm. He might not know how exactly how to show/tell Scorpius how much he loves him, but that right there says it all. Although they did have a tiny bit of a conversation as he did it but I couldn’t lip read because it was mostly done via looks and rushed mumbling, but I’m guessing it was Draco asking if he’s ok and Scorpius saying he was? Scorpius wants to get back to the matter in hand but Draco’s priority in that moment is Scorpius. This doesn’t change for the rest of the play. Not that it was much different beforehand...

Act Four, Scene Ten

Item number 35203 on my list of why Samuel and James are the perfect Malfoys: they are so brilliantly in sync with each other and their characters. When Ron did his ‘zap her’, they both pulled the exact same face without even looking at each other. They’re both so confused by this ridiculous statement and aren’t afraid to show it. I love whenever they do something like this. It isn’t rehearsed, it’s just because they work so well together. I also love it from a character perspective because it shows just how much Scorpius is his son. We never meet Astoria but it’s easy to see what influence she’s had on him. To also see the Draco side in Scorpius is endlessly entertaining. 

Let’s talk about Voldemort! So while Harry is being transfigured into him, it’s loud and the sounds are awful. There’s these cracks that sound like bones snapping as easily as twigs and it’s obvious to all that Harry is in pain. Yet while the adults are all busy with the spell work, Albus and Scorpius are alone. They’re stood behind the group and watching on in fear. (I do like to remind people it’s Draco who moves them both out of harms way here. He herds them like the small, adorable puppies they are… *sigh* anyway.) Their fear is different though. Albus barely watches. He’s absolutely horrified throughout the entire thing and spends most of it with his head down and looking away. With each sound, he flinches and ends up further back behind Scorpius with his head ducked down. It’s one of those can’t look but can’t look away moments. He doesn’t want to see his dad this way but he quickly finds the sound of his dad suffering even worse than seeing it with his own eyes. For Scorpius, it must be the impending sight of Voldemort that has him so shaken. I’m presuming he never met him in the other timeline. Voldemort would have seen right through him and the ramifications of that would have definitely been something worth including in the play. Oooh… can you imagine if he did though? I’m getting Star Wars feels. You know in the beginning of The Force Awakens when Kylo Ren is on Jakku and he pauses like he senses something and then turns to sees an awkward Stormtrooper (Finn) staring back? Well, that. But with Voldemort and Scorpius... But as I was saying, Scorpius is reacting to the transfiguration but it’s not until Voldemort raises and turns to face him that he really reacts. It must be weird, to have this person be at the root of so many of your troubles, and never having met them. Until now. Even though he knows it’s Harry in there, Voldemort is all he can see. There’s so many awful things that could spring to mind but I can’t help but think if it’s the fact that this is who people think his dad is. Those sick rumours which have haunted him his entire life. This is who they think he’s a part of. That’s got to hurt. It’s got to send shockwaves through your systems, and the way Scorpius steps back, to me, says it does. I do often wonder if seeing Voldemort and living in that other timeline changes what Scorpius thinks about Draco’s past. Presuming that’s one of the reasons why they struggle to communicate these days, does understanding the pressures of that life help Scorpius and their father-son relationship? It’s hard to imagine that kind of internal conflict and living through a war when you’ve never experienced anything remotely like it. I wonder if his head briefly flicks back to his dad when he makes that decision (if it ever really was one for him) to give up his kingdom. I’m sure some of the decisions Draco made are lost on Scorpius, but after having lived through it himself… well. I think the conversation that these two have about it afterwards is particularly enlightening for them both. As damaging as this escapade was, it was soul mending too.

Act Four, Scene Fourteen

As the staircase is being wheeled on stage for this scene, Scorpius and Albus are already on it and facing each other. The best part? Scorpius was bouncing up and down on the step as he looked up at Albus and it was adorable. The excitement in his tiny body was clearly too much for him to deal with. (I described him as a ‘little bouncy ferret’ in my notes, sorry Draco, but it’s rather accurate.) I love how Albus is mimicking it even more these days too. It makes the whole thing so playful and the kind of teasing friends do to each other. It really has become one of my favourite scenes to watch. From Scorpius flicking his robes back gesturing down at himself (”or allow her to pursue me”), to Albus twirling side to side so his robes swish like Rose. He really does like to tease Scorpius, you know. It’s funny really, that Scorpius likes someone who’s fierce and teases him when you know...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

#harry potter and the cursed child #cursed child #cursed child play #TCCleanne #malfoy family #samuel blenkin #james howard #scorpius malfoy #draco malfoy

[dumpsterrbaby]

eclectic sheep

I’m in a room. Bright, fuzzy, warm. It’s a good room: the doctors are kind to me. They call me Benny but that’s not my real name. It doesn’t bother me to be called that, though.

“Benny,” Doctor Brady calls to me. “Benny!”

I shake myself out of my thoughts and face him. “Yes, doctor?”

“How did it go, Benny? Did we recover your ability to dream?” He seems sincere. It’s nice to see. I tell him no, doctor, my dreams are still hiding, and he sighs at this and faces the others in muted conversation. I don’t eavesdrop because I know they’re only discussing ways in which they can help me.

Doctor Brady turns to me again, though this time his wife turns with him and they both stare at me for a few moments. “Benny,” they say in unison. They stop, look deep in each other’s eyes, and laugh at the confusion. “Benny,” Melanie says delicately, “Benny, we’re going to have to restart from square one. Can you tell us the story again? How this all started?”

“I can do that.” I tell her.

“Good. Why don’t you take a seat then and start from the beginning? Take your time, now.”

I do as I’m told. I don’t like being treated like a child, but even children can dream, so where is it within me to pretend I am better than them? I recount my story to them for the eleventh time in three months.

“It all started with 9[]x,” I say.

“With what? Who? Benny, we’ve told you this before, but you’re not saying anything we understand. Use the variable name we agreed on for now.”

They don’t understand. It’s disheartening but I’m used to it. Fine, I tell them; fine. I will use your silly code names to fill in the blanks you don’t understand. My story begins as this.

 It all started with Alayna.

She was a family friend from somewhere deep; a connection lost to years and bloodlines and memories but not to heart. She was always a part of my life, from the start all the way to the end of my dreams. She would’ve been a younger sister to me if we’d only seen each other more; instead, we saw each other little but often enough to skip past platonic boundaries. We were lovers at first, then enemies.

Melanie had a wild imagination, ever since she was a child. She’d grown up telling people she was a princess from the future, chased into earth lands by the One-Eyed Cyclops Gerigurgle. She was cute as a child, beautiful as a woman, and though she did not ever grow out of her fantasies, neither did those around her. She was too charming and too precious, and so her stories became just another facet of her character. Always there from the start, just like her.

It was Christmas, when she and I had our first kiss. We sat beneath the high windows of my mother’s room, the dull-pale lights of winter cast over us beautifully. She asked me why I thought we were friends. We weren’t, I told her. I said, you lie and make up stories and string me along on your fake adventures. I don’t like it, or you.

That’s just being a kid, she answered. Haven’t you ever been one before?

No. No, I haven’t.

Then she kissed me and suddenly I was glad I wasn’t. Kids couldn’t do something like that, something so magical and lovely with skin and lips alone. That night made me love Alayna; become so deeply infatuated with her that I sought both her fancy and innocence endlessly whenever we met. Her innocence: the still, wide eyes of a child looking at the world for the first time.

The next time she asked me to play, I didn’t. So she went out alone into the white snow before the season would pass and melt away the angels she rubbed into the earth. I sneaked into her room, then, as I now owed her for the kiss she’d given me, for the adult she’d woken up within me. Outside, from her window, I could see her running after the small white husky of my house, giggling and laughing, pretending she was a princess and he was a monster ready to be slain by her hand, for her kingdom.

           I made my way to her closet and opened it up, the scent of rich perfumes lifting out with the scent of recently-cleaned linen. Such beautiful dresses she kept, such elegant shoes. That was it! That was how I’d repay her.

When I went outside to meet her, I found myself smiling and whistling and creating tunes that only a child’s creativity could conjure. Then I stopped. I was no child.

           When she saw me, she smiled, then stopped and backed up in horror. Was she that pleased at my gift?

           I asked her what she thought, and gestured at her dress and heels I had put on. I’m breaking them in for you, I told her, they looked a little stiff last time you wore them. Aren’t I so good to you? How about another sucking of face skin, of lip flaps? Is that how you referred to it?

           I got a beating that night. She ratted me out to my parents, who looked at me in a disgust I’d never before seen on their faces. My father found me in my room later that night and helped me lose a tooth and a toe. It was okay, though – he was right. I should not have touched her things, not without asking her first. Servants don’t borrow their princess’ things.

           When had I become convinced she was the princess she once pretended to be?

           I found her in her room later that night. I’m sorry, I said. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to do something to make you happy. Her face curled into a smile, and my chest blossomed like a new species of flower. She really did care about me!

The next day she avoided me, and the day after that, and the one after that.. I caught her next upon the stairs, and confronted her. Why do you avoid me? No answer. I grabbed her by her arm but she screamed and bit me and fled up the spiraling stairs of our home, which had become a great large castle of alabaster. I’d never noticed that before.

           Two days passed again without my notice of her. I asked my father on her and he said she went back to her own family for a while. He wouldn’t tell me how long so I threw a tantrum and lost another tooth and a finger this time, but it was okay again because he was right. Each time I act out, he said, I dirty my soul, and it’s only fair that my punishment is simply a deformation of the body to resemble its heart.

           It was two years more before I saw her again. I was distraught for a while, as our husky died in a fire I’d accidentally caused when trying to burn one of the horses. I sulked for a month straight until my father didn’t know what else to do but bring her to me, to relieve my stress. It worked.

           She must’ve accepted my apology of two years of being without her, as we played together like we always did before. I could tell that she wasn’t enjoying it anymore, though, only pitying me to make me feel better.

           I asked her on this and she said she was “too old” to play anymore, because she was an “adult.” How silly. I’ve been an adult, for ages, since that night she made my tongue twirl like a dancer.

           Fine, I said, I have an idea of something fun we can do. I led her to the back of the shed where my father kept his tools. I picked up the axe – the cleanest one of course – and buried it deep in her kneecap. She cried out and fell back, blonde hair streaming against the snow and kicked up flakes of ice.

           I didn’t realize until I’d cracked her skull and began to eat her nose that my body had become green, monstrous and large, muscles bulging and clothes torn beneath my strength. What was this? I couldn’t talk, for my tongue was long and pointed and hard. I tried to speak but I could only make out a guttural croak. Gerigurgle gerigurgle gerigurgle. What? What? What? My thoughts slipped. My brain mushed. I could only think of, I could only say, this one thing. Gerigurgle gerigurgle. Gerigurgle?

           “Benny.  Benny, wake up!”

           I snapped awake. Gurgle? Gurgle?

           “Gerigurgle!” I answered. “Gerigurgle!” I repeated.

           I noticed that I was –gurglegurglegurgle- in a cage. When had this gerigurgle happened?

           “Very good, Benny, very good. You’ve retained some sentience for a while again. Before it’s lost, I need you to tell me something.”

           “Gerigurgle?”

           “Who coded you, Benny? Who made you what you are.”

           “Gerigurgle. It’s, gerigurgle, obvious.”

           “Obvious? How, Benny. Tell us.” They were both looking at me, eyes expectant. I made to answer, to tell them the truth. They deserved it. But I felt angry, furious. Gurlgegurgle gerigugrlge gurgle. My teeth clattered against each other. I tried to answer them before I lost myself.

           “9[]x.” I told them. My creator.

           Then, my arms which I’d been convinced now were green again, my hardware which I’d been convinced were muscles now, bulged.

           “Who is that?” They asked, pleading. But it was too late.

           I snapped the bars of my cage and then their necks.

           Gerigurgle.

#short story #excerpts from my writing

[childrenofathoria-rp-blog]

◆ Out Of Character Information ◆

Name/Age: Nana/20 Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Timezone: GMT Desired Character: Zadkiel

◆ Character Information ◆

(1) What pronouns will your character be using? Would you like to list their sexuality at this time?: She/her, Zadkiel will be pansexual.

(2) Any changes or comments? I want to headcanon that Zadkiel uses her vessel’s name sometimes, depending on the characters she encounters during the game. I hope this is okay.

(3) Why this character? I’ve never played an angel before. Like honestly, how cool is THAT? I’m super excited to explore this species for the first time. In addition to this, I have to admit that I’ve never played a character who is as driven by a cause as Zadkiel either. I’m incredibly smitten by her sense of justice and goodness. At this point, what really intrigued me about her biography the most though was, that she would do anything for her cause. I want to know where exactly her limits are and what she would do upon meeting them.

(4) Interpret this character: When I read Zadkiel’s biography and history for the first time, I immediately thought that jealousy and bitterness might be major qualities of her character. If you consider her age and the events she’s been through, it would make sense. As a Power/Authority within the heavenly realm, it has always been her task to execute fatal judgement over her fellow kin. For this reason, I’d like to believe that there is no one (except God himself) who knows as much about their own species as Zadkiel. Thus, there is no one more aware of their own limitations than Zadkiel as well. Painfully so. Although angels are said to have a will of their own, it is in fact not as free as it sounds. As angels, her kin is supposed to serve the Lord above anything else. Humans on the contrary though, who were also created by God, did not have such boundaries and truly had a free will of their own. If they made a mistake or submitted to sins, there was no immediate punishment waiting for them at the end of the road. They did not have to wear burdens upon their shoulders and bear the responsibility of watching over a whole world in its own.

Hence, if you follow this train of thought, one might think that having to watch over humanity for as long as Zadkiel did must have made her overcome with jealousy. Angry even, at how unfair the differences between the two races were or how easily humans allowed themselves to become and do evil; that they were evil.

The more I thought about her character however, the more I came to the realization that Zadkiel has never harbored any ill or bad feelings toward humanity at all. If she did, she would have long joined Lucifer’s Army; but she fought against it, which says a lot about her. I’m not suggesting that there wasn’t a time when she didn’t feel at least a silver of bitterness about her kin’s situation, though Lucifer’s Rebellion made her erase any doubtful sentiments entirely early on. As a matter of fact, I want to headcanon that his mistakes had caused her to see the true value of humans and the potential they held. That they were genuinely something precious, something that was meant to be protected because it could so easily be influenced and could not protect itself. Perhaps their existence served as a grander plan even, but such matters were none of her business. As a consequence, Zadkiel grew to care deeply for humans.

She was probably extremely curious about their world when she had left Heaven for the first time, as well as filled by an overwhelming feeling of duty and honor. All those years of merely watching were frustrating to her and when she was finally tasked with a mission that allowed her to act, to become active rather than passive, she was definitely one hell of a happy angelic bean. To finally be able to break through the emotional turmoil her harrowing journey has wrought – you better bet that she is going to take this mission very seriously.

Since her duty is to eradicate any threat that shows itself in front of her (aka anything of demonic nature), it goes without saying that Zadkiel has a fierce personality. She is a warrior who has fought many battles and must have seen and experienced things no one could put into words, ever. Consequently, I want her to be tough and strong, a little exasperated from time to time too – but also inherently good and full of love (even at the expense of a headache or an annoyed groan). While she might not like you for example, she would still safe you nevertheless. Not for the sake of fame or the glory, but because she cares, in the simplest and most sincere ways. And this is what makes her beautiful in my eyes. I JUST LOVE HER.

About Zadkiel’s holy dagger: Although I have no concrete image for it in mind yet (this will probably take me a good while), I want Zadkiel to be the only one who is able to wield it. Only she should be able to activate it’s power of measuring one’s Karma, as it is her domain. Hence, if anyone else but Zadkiel should try to use it, it will be nothing more but a normal dagger. An ugly one even, seemingly rusty and old, as I’d like to imagine that it would also only be in its physical glory in the angel’s hands as well.

As a last comment, I imagine that encounters with vampires will probably be the most conflicting for her, especially if the said vampires were turned against their will.

◆ Interview Questions ◆

(1) Question One: Is it difficult to manage your vessel when you have always resided in Heaven? Is something in particular about the vessel incredibly annoying?

“It has… needs. It requires an abundance of care. It restricts me in many ways.” Zadkiel made an annoyed gesture with her hands. Who would have thought that a human body could be this exhausting? If Lucifer had known as much all those thousand years ago, perhaps he wouldn’t have started a rebellion. A self-depreciating smile bends her lips as she was lost in thought. “I hate to admit it, but I was lucky to have found such an attractive vessel. It is frightening how important physical appearances are in this world. You must never refrain from hygiene, which brings me back to my first point.”

(2) Question Two: Now that you are on Earth and are witnessing humanity live on with free will, did your task in Heaven involving casting judgement upon your kin wound you more deeply?

For once, the angel knew of no immediate reply or quip. Not because she was hesitant to reply but because she was searching for the right words to say. She’d spend a lot of time thinking about similar questions already. Though at some point, she’d also come to terms with her way of life. She’d concluded that everything and everyone was unique in their own ways, and that this was the only way to keep balance between the worlds. “No.” At last, her answer was simple but final, spoken in a way which did not allow room for more questions. Her good will would never be shaken twice.

◆ Writing Sample ◆

When Zadkiel decended from Heaven, the Earthen plane sighed deeply. The world that had once been far was suddenly close; it shuddered underneath the angel’s holy presence, just as did she. Gone was her familiar environment and sanctuary. Gone was she for the purpose of one divine mission – completely and irrevocably in the name of the Lord until her orders would change.

It turned out that she had landed in Crescent Grove, amidst a row of beautifully blooming orchid trees. Darkness surrounded her and for the first time in her existence, Zadkiel found herself trapped in time. It changed down here. Day became night and night became day in a seemingly endless circle, though she knew better. This was the realm of mortality. Nothing here was meant to last forever, really. It was entirely different from her own and herself – she was created and born into immortality. Thus, an alien feeling clawed at her being. She felt strangely incomplete.

Considering the village’s old history, it came as no surprise that it was the first place the angel was made to visit. Great bloodshed had taken place on its very soil and the stories and legends which remained of it served as a reminder. A reminder of how frail and fickle the human free will was. While it was certainly not her task to sway and influence the minds of the humans who resided on Earth, she’d be damned if she allowed the scales to shift in Hell’s favor. These thoughts weighed heavily upon her shoulders and caused her to move forward.

Although her quest for a compatible vessel had been a short one, it was also one of fate. Her vessel was a woman named Naza. True to her name, which meant honesty, purity and justice, Naza turned out to be someone whose heart was in the right place – yet lacked power. For only moments before their fortunate encounter, she had gotten herself in a dangerous situation by risking the wrath of a vampire. The vampire had forced himself on a woman and Naza attempted to stop him. With her being only a human though, the situation became dire. And that was precisely when Zadkiel found her and reached out to her. A blinding stream of light seemed to transition into her body. Both of them strived for the same goals and needed each other just as equally.

Who are you? What are you?

My name is Zadkiel. I can help you. I want to help you. Become one with me.

Fueled by Naza’s wish for permanent retribution and Zadkiel’s will to protect, they bonded instantly and unleashed a rain of flames, burning the vampire to tiny ashes until he was no more. It was also that night, that rumors started to spread about a powerful witch from Crescent Grove who was capable of wielding fire magic like no other.

Therefore, one could say that Zadkiel’s arrival on Earth was a literal blast, though not one which would have an end to it for as long as there were threats to her Father’s precious creation.

#welcome back! #accepted