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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Written In The Stars XVII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: One last chapter before book one ends!! That was fast lmao

Words: 2,266

Warnings: Fight scenes, abusive behavior ig

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Chapter Seventeen: A Dark Revelation.

"What's that at its feet?" Hermione whispered.

"Looks like a harp," said Ron. "Snape must have left it there."

"It must wake up the moment you stop playing," said Harry, "Well, here goes ..."

They were about to enter the trapdoor, Harry had the flute Hagrid gave him on Christmas -Mel thought that was very clever- and played it until the dog fell asleep. Ron informed them that the only way to get in was by just jumping. Of course, Harry went first.

He handed the flute to Hermione and got inside until he was barely holding himself with the tip of his fingers.

"If anything happens to me, don't follow. Go straight to the owlery and send Hedwig to Dumbledore, right?"

"Right," said Ron.

"See you in a minute, I hope..."

He jumped, and part of Mel's stomach dropped too as she watched him disappear into the darkness.

A muffled thump got to their ears, they waited.

"It's OK! It's a soft landing, you can jump!"

Mel moved Ron aside and jumped without hesitation.

"Oof!" She grunted, touching her surroundings, "What's this?"

Ron fell between them, mimicking her actions.

"What's this stuff?"

"Dunno, sort of plant thing. I suppose it's here to break the fall. Come on, Hermione!" Harry urged.

Hermione jumped. Mel's eyes were getting accustomed to the darkness when she felt the roots of the plant slowly creeping up her legs, only then she recognized the plant.

"Oh no," She gulped, trying to kick it out but only worsening her situation.

"Stop moving!" Hermione ordered them. "I know what this is – it's Devil's Snare!"

"Oh, I'm so glad we know what it's called, that's a great help," snarled Ron.

"Shut up, I'm trying to remember how to kill it!" said Hermione.

Mel thought deeply, she knew the answer! She spent a whole week studying it!

"Well, hurry up, I can't breathe!" Harry gasped, wrestling as it curled around his chest.

"Light!" Mel yelled, but her voice was muffled out because the plant was now starting to cover her mouth.

"Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare ... What did Professor Sprout say? It likes the dark and the damp –"

"So light a fire!" Harry choked.

"Yes – of course – but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.

"HAVE YOU GONE MAD?" Ron bellowed. "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?"

"Oh, right!" said Hermione, and conjured a blue fire.

The kicked the plant and pushed it away, standing up.

"Lucky you pay attention in Herbology, Hermione," said Harry.

Mel only felt a tad jealous after hearing his compliment.

"Yeah," said Ron, "and lucky Harry doesn't lose his head in a crisis – there's no wood, honestly."

"There's no time to argue," Mel moved.

"This way," said Harry pointing down a stone passageway.

The second room had winged keys, from the thousands flying above them, only one could open the door to the next room. They grabbed four broomsticks that were laying next to the wall and prepared for what was next.

They tried to catch as many keys as possible in order to try them on the handle, but it wasn't necessary, after a minute in the air Harry shouted:

"That one! That big one – there – no, there – with bright blue wings – the feathers are all crumpled on one side."

After a failed attempt by Ron, Harry distributed his friends around the room: Ron above, Hermione under, Mel and him circling around the key.

"NOW!"

The children moved at the same time, Mel made sure to get in the way of the key without making it harder for Harry, forcing it towards a wall, where eventually Harry pinned it.

They landed, the boy turned the key and opened the door, at first it was just as dark as the last, but then lights went on, revealing a huge chessboard.

"Now what do we do?" Harry whispered.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" said Ron. "We've got to play our way across the room."

Behind the white pieces, they could see a door.

"How?" said Hermione.

"I think," said Ron, "we're going to have to be chessmen."

He walked up to a black knight and put his hand out to touch the knight's horse. At once, the stone sprang to life. The horse pawed the ground and the knight turned his helmeted head to look down at Ron.

"Do we – er – have to join you to get across?"

The black knight nodded. Ron turned to them.

"This wants thinking about... I suppose we've got to take the place of four of the black pieces... Now, don't be offended or anything, but you are not that good at chess –"

"We're not offended," said Harry quickly. "Just tell us what to do."

"We could die, it's better if we listen to someone who knows," Mel agreed.

"Well, Harry, you take the place of that bishop, and Hermione, you go there instead of that castle. Mel, you stand there as pawn."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to be a knight," said Ron.

While they were talking, the pieces Ron had mentioned left their place for them, they could start playing.

In years to come, Mel would think about that moment and still feel extremely impressed with Ron's skills, he thought every move and saved them from getting hurt several times. They were winning!

Until...

"Yes..." said Ron softly, "it's the only way... I've got to be taken."

"NO!" They shouted.

"That's chess!" snapped Ron. "You've got to make some sacrifices! I'll make my move and she'll take me – that leaves you free to checkmate the king, Harry!"

"But –"

"Do you want to stop Snape or not?"

"Ron –"

"Look, if you don't hurry up, he'll already have the Stone!"

There was nothing else to say.

"Ready?" Ron called, his face pale but determined. "Here I go –now, don't hang around once you've won." Ron was right.

He was also unconscious in the corner of the room. The kids passed next to his body, Mel felt desperate to finish the whole thing, they couldn't waste more time.

"What if he's –?"

"He'll be all right," said Harry, "What do you reckon's next?"

"We've had Sprout's, that was the Devil's Snare – Flitwick must've put charms on the keys – McGonagall transfigured the chessmen to make them alive – that leaves Quirrell's spell, and Snape's ..."

"If Snape didn't take it down already," Mel added.

"All right?" Harry whispered.

"Go on." And Harry opened the door.

It was a troll.

Luckily for them, he was already on the floor. Mel couldn't tell if he was still alive, but they didn't stick around enough to find out.

"I'm glad we didn't have to fight that one," Harry whispered, "Come on, I can't breathe."

He pulled open the next door.

"Snape's," said Harry, examining the little bottles in front of them, "What do we have to do?"

"Look!" Hermione seized a roll of paper lying next to the bottles. They looked over her shoulder to read it, "Brilliant. This isn't magic – it's logic – a puzzle. A lot of the greatest wizards haven't got an ounce of logic, they'd be stuck in here forever."

"But so will we, won't we?"

"Of course not," said Hermione. "Everything we need is here on this paper. Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one will get us safely through the black fire and one will get us back through the purple."

"But how do we know which to drink?"

"Give me a minute," They waited as she muttered to herself, pointing at the bottles and walking from one side to the other, "Got it! The smallest bottle will get us through the black fire – towards the Stone."

"There's only enough there for one of us, two at most," he said.

"Which one will get you back through the purple flames?" Hermione pointed at a rounded bottle at the right end of the line.

"You and Mel drink that," said Harry. "No, listen – get back and get Ron – grab brooms from the flying-key room, they'll get you out of the trapdoor and past Fluffy – go straight to the owlery and send Hedwig to Dumbledore, we need him. I might be able to hold Snape off for a while, but I'm no match for him really."

"But Harry – what if You-Know-Who's with him?"

"Well – I was lucky once, wasn't I?" said Harry, pointing at his scar. "I might get lucky again."

"I'm not leaving," Mel frowned, "you're out of your mind if you think I'm leaving you behind."

Before Harry could reply, Hermione threw herself at him.

"Hermione!"

"Harry – you're a great wizard, you know."

"I'm not as good as you," said Harry, he was bright red.

"Me!" said Hermione. "Books! And cleverness! There are more important things – friendship and bravery and – oh Harry – be careful!"

"You drink first," said Harry. "You are sure which is which, aren't you?"

"Positive," said Hermione.

She took a long drink from the round bottle at the end and shuddered.

"It's not poison?" said Harry anxiously.

"No – but it's like ice."

"Quick, go, before it wears off. Mel, you drink it as well and I'll meet you in a while"

"Good luck – take care –"

"GO!"

He turned around before Mel. When he grabbed the tiny bottle, Mel snatched it from his hands and drank half of the liquid in it.

"Mel!" Harry gasped, "No!"

"I don't like you when you get bossy," She replied, giving back the bottle, "did you really believe I would let you go alone?"

"That's what I told you to do!"

"You don't tell me what to do!" Mel replied just as angry, "I intend to keep my promise!"

"Your promise won't matter if you die!" He yelled.

"Ron said it before, we must take risks, we have to sacrifice things to save others..." She huffed, "Glasses, there's no point. I took the potion and now you have to do it."

"I'll wait until yours wears off."

"You'd be wasting time that can't be wasted," She offered her hand, "I know you'll forgive me"

Harry hesitated, in the end, he drank what was left in the bottle and shivered terribly.

"You're annoying," He gulped, "how did you drink that? It's like ice!"

He reached for her hand and took it.

"I know," Mel said with a guilty smile, "I just wanted you to think it wasn't so I could see your face when you drank it"

Harry glared at her and moved forward, Mel following close.

The flames engulfed them, but she barely felt a thing.

When they entered, she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"You!" Harry yelled at Quirrell.

"Me. I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter," He threw a disinterest glance at Mel, "you certainly are a surprise..."

"But I thought – Snape –"

"Severus?' Quirrell laughed, "Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor st- stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?"

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

"No, no, no. I tried to kill you. Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape at that Quidditch match. She broke my eye contact with you. Another few seconds and I'd have got you off that broom. I'd have managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering a counter-curse, trying to save you."

"Snape was trying to save me?"

"Of course. Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? He was trying to make sure I didn't do it again. Funny, really ... he needn't have bothered. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore watching. All the other teachers thought Snape was trying to stop Gryffindor winning, he did make himself unpopular ... and what a waste of time, when after all that, I'm going to kill you tonight."

"No!" Mel, out of pure impulsiveness, grabbed Harry and pushed him behind her.

She was scared. That's why, later when people asked her what had happened, she couldn't explain.

It was as if something had gotten into her, or out of her as she stood in front of Quirrell. All her fear cast out as a defense mechanism, a wave of something hitting Quirrell and sending him to the other end of the room.

Quirrell found himself on the floor, confused and looking at her with more interest. Mel was exhausted, that wave had drained all her energy, she was barely able to stand.

"That," Quirrell whispered furiously as he stood up, "was a very bad idea, Miss Dumbledore"

It was too much for her body.

"I should get rid of you before you cause more trouble with your little tricks..."

"No!" Exclaimed Harry, but it was too late.

Quirrell raised his hand and Mel felt an invisible hand closing tightly around her throat, lifting her inches from the ground, then feet... then he moved his fist and slammed her against a wall.

The last thing she heard before everything went black was a loud crack on the back of her head.

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celindelouisa · 4 years

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21 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @sarkana-sims. Thank you for tagging me!

RULES: answer 21 questions, then tag 21 people you want to get to know better

Nickname: I go by Celinde online. Don’t really have any other nicknames heh.

Zodiac: Pisces

Height: 164 cm

Last thing searched: gif maker

Favorite musicians: I don’t really have any favourites. I always like a couple of songs from each artist. And lately I just listen to a lot of Indian flute music to wake up in the morning, haha.

If you had a time machine, would you go back to the past or visit the future: Go back to the past. The future is kinda fucked thanks to consumerism and greed. I couldn’t bare countries drowning and tens of thousands of species being extinct. I love animals too much.

Do you gets asks: Sometimes, but not a lot. Mostly about CC every now and then.

Following: 436

Would you rather be rich or famous: Rich, I guess, so I could change the world for the better and get my own place. I don’t want to be recognised on the streets and people taking photos of me.

Amount of sleep: Weekdays I fall asleep around anywhere between 9-11 pm and wake up around 6.30 am for work. As for weekends... I sometimes literally sleep all day long. So it could be anywhere from 4-12 hours honestly xD.

What I’m wearing: white/blue boho yoga pants with elephants and flowers, yellow Hufflepuff sweatshirt and white socks with strawberries on them.

Dream job: Taking care of endangered animals at a sanctuary or being the keeper of a therapeutical garden/spa for animals with a side hustle of a nature friendly cat toy/cat furniture company.

Dream trip: If the Asian countries were less polluted and not suffering from consumerism fever and were generally more vegan friendly, I’d love to go to Japan/China/Korea to learn more about their cultures. I’d also love to see a rainforest, some paradise beaches and the diverse US and British nature. I’ve also dreampt of visiting old castles and chateaus in France. All these extravagant historical buildings get me going.

If you were an animal, which animal would you be: a sloth, a koala, a hedgehog, a cat, a quokka or a frog (all my favourite animals!)

What are some of your favorite:

BOOKS - Pärnaõietee, Me Before You, After You, Still Me, The Harry Potter Series (I don’t read a lot of books so I’ve had these in my heart forever)

GAMES - The Sims 4, Terraria, Minecraft, Skyrim

Play any instruments: nope - I’ve learned a little piano and guitar when I was younger

Language(s): Estonian and English

Describe yourself as aesthetics: flowing water, calm soft horizons, fluffy blankets with fresh linens, warm herbal tea, scented like a fresh field of flowers, a lonely bird singing in the distance on an early spring morning, warm autumn scarves and peppermint leaves

I tag @simmring, @trillyke, @batsfromwesteros, @plazasims, @gefema, @motyacat, @sifixcc, @yocalio, @historicalsimslife, @kurasoberina, @remussirion, @valhallansim, @simmerapple and anyone else who would like to fill it out :). ♥

#personal #ts4got

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tatselk · 5 years

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The Untamed (陈情令) Review: Ep 9

!!! SPOILERS AHEAD !!!

Previous episode review: 1 and 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Get ready to be befuddled by all the Wen plot/stygian seal/zombification (and de-zombification) that went down in this episode!

The opening of this episode carries on from the zombified people (NOT corpses) who were trying to attack LWJ, WWX and NHS at the Dancing Goddess temple on Dafan Mountain in the previous episode. Just when it looked as though the three of them had to fight their way out of the zombified horde, the zombies just turned and left as they were under the control of music being played by a flute. WQ was the one who was playing the flute that controlled the zombies. HOLY SHIT. So is this why the live-action got a name change? Because the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation is actually the GrandMISTRESS of Demonic Cultivation?!

JC joined the WWX/LWJ/NHS trio at the temple! Oh and reached new levels of tsun-ness in ALMOST confessing how worried he was about WWX disappearing on the Jiangs. :)

WQ told WWX that the zombified people were created/ controlled by energy from the stygian seal which WRH sealed in the Wens’ magical crow-like bird and that if they wanted to help de-zombify these people (de-zombification is a thing now???), they had to kill the bird.

After creating a protective barrier around WQ, JC and NHS, WWX and LWJ went off to kill the bird (and WWX kinda nearly got killed in the process methinks). After LWJ and WWX killed the bird and walked off, WC appeared and looked like he was going to continue going after them for the fragment of the stygian seal. Dun dun dun DUN.

WQ gets to tell (parts of) her backstory and clear up (some of) our confusion about what in the world happened at Dafan Mountain. And whatever that she was unwilling to say about it, WWX figured it out anyway. WQ is from a cadet branch of the Wen sect which specialised in practising medicine and was based on Dafan Mountain. The zombified (and now de-zombified) people are her relatives. 20 years ago, WRH removed a piece of the stygian seal from the Dancing Goddess statue's heart. Since the statue can’t feed on the stygian seal’s energy, it eventually came alive to feed on the energy of living people. WQ and WN’s father died after being attacked by the Dancing Goddess statue and WN himself looked like he had some part of his soul sucked away by the statue or something. WRH then took WQ and WN back to Qishan and raised them.

I THINK WE GOT OUR FIRST LOOK AT BABY!LSZ/ WY IN THIS EPISODE. Like when they were all gathered at the Wen cemetery.

I kinda want to see more of the process of JC and NHS trying to catch a cockerel and being dumbasses about it. :)

Best lines in this episode. WWX: “Maiden Wen, we were deliberately led to this place. The moment we entered the village, the old beggar woman led us to the Dancing Goddess temple. The Dancing Goddess came alive but only went after Lan Zhan, not the rest of us. If this has nothing to do with the stygian seal, there can only be one reason for this. ... She must like Lan Zhan!”. LWJ: “Shut your mouth.” Omg, WWX, please don’t project your crush on LWJ on others and/or announce it to everyone. JC already kinda noticed it back when yall were at the Cloud Recesses. XD

Collision of Yueyang-related bits from different time periods in the novel! The WWX/LWJ/NHS/JC quartet went to a tavern to hear about what unusual things have happened in the area (ie WWX and LWJ going to the tavern to hear about Yueyang stuff in the present timeline of the novel was moved forward to WWX’s flashbacks). What has happened was that the Yueyang Chang sect have apparently disappeared (ie what happened when WWX was dead in the novel was also moved forward to his flashbacks). But at night, there was the sound of somebody banging on the door at the Yueyang Chang sect’s residence (ie what WWX and LWJ learnt at the tavern in the present timeline in the novel was moved forward to WWX’s flashbacks to happen right after the slaughter).

While they were at the tavern, the Lan fragment of the stygian seal suddenly activated itself. LWJ, who had this fragment on him, suddenly got visions of the Chang sect people being slaughtered/ zombified and said that they should go to the Chang sect’s residence. Somehow, this has some Harry Potter/ horcrux or Lord of the Rings/ the One Ring vibes to it.

WWX and JC agreed to go. BUT NHS insisted on remaining at the tavern to wait for MY/JGY to arrive. Why does the live-action production team WANT me to invest in a NHS/MY friendship and, knowing what is going to happen eventually, break my heart???

WWX, LWJ and JC went off to the Chang sect’s residence and found that: (1) the Lan fragment of the stygian seal was activated so somebody recently used another fragment of the seal here, (2) there was the sound of banging on the door, (3) the corpses of the Chang sect people were all over the place and (4) they were zombified before their deaths.

Overall: 7/10. There was ALOT of information thrown at us and deviation from the novel to digest here. Plus, there was basically NO fluffy/shippy-ness so definitely not one of my fav episodes. Haha.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #陈情令 #魔道祖师 #mxtx #review #the untamed review #陈情令 review #chen qing ling

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xlostinobsessionsx · 4 years

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Thank you @anotherobsessedfangirl for tagging me (you're right, I really love tags) 💗

I'm going to tag @crayonwriting @screaming-like-a-siren @sebastian-i-stan

Nicknames: Den or Deni

Zodiac Sign: Saggitarius

Height: 5"5"/164 cm

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Last thing I googled: The program of a cinema

Fav musicians: Too many to mention them all! Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, George Ezra, Shawn Mendes and many many more...and I also really love some bands likke Coldplay

Song stuck in my head: Orphans by Coldplay

Following: 60

Followers: 25

Do you get asks: no 😢

Amount of sleep: at the moment 6 or less hours bc I have to got to work

What are you wearing: a leggins and my comfy Little Mix Wasabi Hoodie

Dream Job: Writer

Dream Trip: I want to see so many places... maybe a scandinavian country lik Norway

Instruments: I learned to play the recorder when I was in school and a little bit keyboard. But I can play the flute.

Languages: German, English (and a bit French and Spanish)

10 favourite songs:

1. Hey Jude by The Beatles

2. Paradise by Coldplay

3. Shape of you by Ed Sheeran

4. Shotgun by George Ezra

5. The Nights by Avicii

6. Polaroid by Imagine Dragons

7. This is me (Greatest Showman)

8. To be with you by Mr. Big

9. Universum by Ich+Ich

10. Out of the woods by Taylor Swift

Random fact: I'm left-handed

My asthetic: I don't really know how this one works but I'll try... wearing comfy clothes and fluffy socks, being cuddled up in my bed with a cup of tea, rainy day and reading a good book or watching a good tv show/movie, reading fanfic, going to the movie theatre, marvel & harry potter, just lying there and tinking about stuff, movies with a happy ending

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mook-pooltable · 5 years

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Uncle Sam AU

Rosie: Okay, the first idea I had is a crossover idea that could result in something similar to my HatID story that partially inspired by an idea I saw on Ao3.

Harry, while still in school, goes to Gringotts and asks for a hereditary test to find out if he has any other living family besides the Dursleys (cause let's face it, he's *desperate* to get away from them). He finds out he had someone who's still around on his mother's side of the family, a cousin of his grandfather, Harold Evans.

The man's name is "Sammy Lawrence". The test shows if the other members are alive, cast out of the family, or other such statuses by showing their names in different colors, and *his* name is written in an unusual color. The color in question means “Alive but Incapacitated” (Or something along those lines)

Mango: OOOOO yes i like this

Rosie: (Maybe "Entrapped" would be better?)

Mango: (ye, that would probably work better)

Rosie: Harry, being desperate for *any chance* of a family member that doesn't hate his existence, decided he wanted to find his Great Uncle Sammy. The goblins say they can run an investigation for him, while he goes through the proper channels to get to the states while underage. (Which also includes finding a place to stay, getting a passport, etcetera.)

Mango: i'd love to read this fanfic.

Rosie: The things get a little, weird.

Mango: no doubt

Poe: question: is sammy mom or dad's side of the family, i’m thinking dad but...

Rosie: Sammy Lawrence had gone missing years ago, along with most of the employees at the Cartoon Studio where he worked. But there was never an investigation by MACUSA since the Grindlewald War was still going on and had finally reached American shores. Sammy was the cousin of Harry's grandfather on his mother's side of the family.

Poe: gotcha gotcha

Rosie: Harry, still wanting to know more, decides he's going to go overseas anyway and maybe find and look around the Studio himself. But the goblins are smart enough (and not willing to lose such a valued customer) to set up a "Back Up" time frame for him. Meaning when he goes, if he doesn't contact them after a certain period of time, they will send people to go looking for him.

Mango: smart

Rosie: This, in turn, keeps Harry from being absolutely terrified while in the studio. He knows help is coming, he just needs to keep calm and safe until they arrive.

Mango: poor naive boy

Rosie: Overall, it's good logic. He needs to keep himself safe, and he needs to not fall into a mindless panic.

Mango: true

Rosie: But then he meets Sammy. Sammy is a lot of things (including crazy), but he knows that his "Lord" was born from a children's cartoon character, and probably wouldn't be happy with him if he tried to sacrifice a child.

Mango: ohhh boy

Rosie: So he tries to catch Harry, and move him to a "safer" place.

Mango: awww

Rosie: But he doesn't know about Harry's fight reflexes. The ones the wizarding world trained into him. Sammy gets a stunner to the face for his efforts.

Mango: oof then he reverts to true salt briefly "listen, kid, i'm trying to keep you safe!"

Rosie: "I'm sorry! You startled me!" Sammy; What are you even doing here? Harry; I-I'm looking for someone.

Mango: "tell me their name, i might know of them"

Rosie: "Sammy, Sammy Lawrence. He-He was my Mum's Uncle. I wanted to find him." Cue silent shock.

Mango: sammy freezes up at that

Lili: I LOVE THIS

Rosie: 'I had a niece?' I think Sammy is going to be an older cousin of Harry's grand-dad. Like, a much older cousin.

Mango: "well, you found me, kid, now what?"

Rosie: (well hello awkward silence, how nice of you to join us.)

Mango: (XD)

Rosie: I dunno what would happen then, but I think it would "end" with the Goblins sending a full rescue team of Curse Breakers after the first few arrive and sense the sheer *volume* of dark magic from the studio, and then Sammy is living a mostly sane ink man with his great-nephew while being treated by the local magical hospital. And all wizards that show up at their door get the full brunt of Sammy Salt.

Mango: i want sammy getting salty at hogwarts

Rosie: I envision lots of shorts that would basically be "The Life and Times of a Wizard and an Ink Man".

Mango: yesssss

Rosie: Harry is very interested in Curse Breaking and Medical Magic now. Sammy is pissed that Hogwarts doesn't offer proper Music and Drama programs. "What do you *mean* you never had a music class there?!"

Mango: he has half a mind to storm up to the school and DEMAND an arts program

Rosie: "Get me an instrument, no one in my family is *not* going to know how to play *something* musical." Hell, he'd probably teach the kids *himself* with how offended he'd be at the concept. "I don't care if it's a bloody *recorder* Harry, you are going to learn to play music."

Trash Ma: he did have that flute hagrid made him in first year

Rosie: Oh, that's perfect!

Trash Ma: The one that sounded like an owl That Harry used to get past fluffy

Rosie: Yes. "My, that's actually quite nice. Now you'll need to hold it like this..." Sammy turns out to be pretty good with kids. Or, at least, he's good with Harry. I like this new idea. "Good Dad" Sammy. It has a nice ring to it.

Mango: sammy? a dad? yes please

Rosie: Or at least "Good Uncle" Sammy. I want to see wizards trying to handle Angry Ink Man Sammy acting in defense of his nephew.

Mango: y e s also, the Dursleys getting tried for child abuse

Rosie: Harder to pull with Sammy still being and ink man. He can't exactly stand up in court. Unless it was a Magical Court. Now then, back to Uncle Sam.

Mango: UNCLE SAM everyone at hogwarts being a little confused about harry's inky american uncle

Rosie: How about after finding out was his great-nephew, he gets super protective of him in the Studio.

Mango: y e s

Rosie: "Oh no, 'My Lord' can go *fuck* himself, I'm not letting him lay a *single finger* on you."

Trash Ma: So is sammu related to lily or james

Mango: and i am 1000000% behind uncle sammy protecting harry in the studio

Rosie: Lily.

Mango: sammy's the cousin of lily's grandpa, right?

Rosie: Lily's dad, Harry's grandpa. He's the older cousin of Lily's dad.

Mango: ah makes sense

Trash Ma: Harry's grandpa's name was also Harry i mean not canonically but i like that

Rosie: I wrote it as Harold. He was named "Harry" in honor of him.

Trash Ma: yaaaaass

Mango: i like this

Rosie: Sammy is now also dead set on getting Harry out of the Studio safely. Even when the Salt is mostly replaced by Crazy, he still wants Harry out of there Safely. He ditches the Bendy mask at some point too.

Mango: he's not letting harry see that

Rosie: As the Curse Breakers extract more people/toons from the studio, they end up being placed under the care of House Potter, since Harry is letting the Goblins fund the clean out with money from the Potter vaults. Since his search was what started it all. So Harry's ending up with a big, messed up, traumatized, and mentally wounded family living under his roof.

Mango: LOTTA TOONS

Rosie: And Sammy ending up the "Boss" of the house since he's the "oldest member" of Harry's family (and is now his guardian thanks to the Goblins) What if Uncle Sam was one of those border-line Hover Parents? He doesn't hover Harry's shoulder, but he *does* repeatedly stuck his head in the room and go "Everything alright in here?" Also, someone starts laughing really hard the first time Sammy gets called "Uncle Sam". Then they start confusing people by quoting the recruiting posters. "Uncle Sam wants YOU!" "Oh, shut up, would you?" Harry is so confused.

Poe: Pfft

Rosie: I want Sammy to start having one of his "Prophet"- Episodes while Dumbledore is trying to talk him into sending Harry back to Dursleys. "No, it's not going to happen. I will not allow it. He WiLl nOt be gOinG BaCk to TheM!" "Uncle Sammy, please calm down! Professor, I think you should leave for now." Dumbledore; "Now Harry, I'm sure we can talk this-" Harry; "No sir, Uncle Sammy has some issues he's still recovering from. I need to stay because I'm the only one that's safe when it kicks in. You should *really* leave Professor." Sammy; "LeAVe uS, Old GOaT. Or YoU'lL be An OfFerEd sHeEP." *Sammy starts singing the Sheep song from the game*

Lili: :D But also D: I love it But poor everyone

Rosie: *Harry pulls Sammy away and shoves Dumbles out the door* And yet the Goblins still had proof that Sammy (even with his Schizophrenia) was a better guardian for Harry than the Dursleys. The Prophet is obsessively protective of Harry. And still does a good job caring for him. Lots of food, hugs- he's actually kind of dotting, to be honest. He just talks crazy while doing it. Harry has gotten very good at cleaning spells. They have this weird balance for who's the Kid and who's the Adult. When Sammy's head is clear, he's the stable adult that makes sure Harry is happy and healthy and doing well with the school stuff he has.

Poe: Oh my god that's so cute and also sad I love it

Lili: PERFECT MIX OF FLUFF AND ANGST

Rosie: When the Prophet is out, Harry is the one keeping track of things and making sure Sammy doesn't hurt himself or others, but still letting him dot. But the ended up being very good at it. And they both end up helping each other heal. Harry with getting Sammy stable mentally and recovering from the damage of being trapped in the studio for so long, and Sammy getting to be more comfortable with himself and with actually having family that cared about him.

Poe: Aww,,

Lili: :')

Rosie: And the Salty Ink Man ends up becoming an honorary Goblin

Poe: I love recovery stories so much okay This is my j a m

Lili: Recovery stories are great

Poe: Like my favorite part about angst and trauma is the recovery it's so good

Rosie: He finds out about the people profiting from the disaster that befell the Potter family, and his nephew. He gets them to put up libel fines for that Boy-Who-Lived crap, and fines for anyone that had taken stuff from the Godric Hollow house after it had fallen. (You *know* there were souvenir hunters that broke in for stuff) Harry is shocked that there are laws about that kind of stuff and why no one told him about them before.

Mango: i love the entire uncle sammy arc

Rosie: I think this would have started before Harry's third year of school. It's the only one I can think of where Harry could have had the time for the test and to gather the stuff for going overseas. I'm gonna say the stuff that leads to Harry going to Diagon happened earlier, so he had more time decided to to go the states instead of waiting until the end of the next school year. Since he did that, he ends up staying in the states of the first half of his third year. So ho doesn't know about Sirius be connected to the Potters until Sammy tries to get a look at the wills of Harry's parents, finds out they were sealed, and that Harry's Godfather had never gotten a trial.

Mango: tRIAL FOR SIRIUS, WOO HOO i just really like sirius, doggone it

Rosie: Abso-freaking-lutely!

Mango: how well would sammy and sirius get along?

Rosie: And Dumbledore getting himself into trouble. Yes, once they got over the initial bumps in the road.

Mango: now i want sammy in prophet mode to call sirius a sheepdog

Rosie: Sammy would be mad at him for putting his need for revenge over his responsibility to care for Harry in his best friend's place.

Mango: rip

Rosie: But he feels like the 12 years in prison for a crime he didn't commit are enough of a punishment. So now he just has to *make it up* to Harry.

Mango: wait, who thinks that, sammy?

Rosie: Sammy thinks that about Sirius.

Mango: ah, okay "i suffered for over tHiRty YeArS in that damned studio before Harry came looking for me"

Rosie: As for Dumbledore, he's in a lot of hot water for sealing the will of an old pure-blood family, and claiming it was to keep Harry's location a secret. And unintentionally blocking the path of justice while he was at it.

Mango: ffs dumbles

Rosie: What was the rest of Sammy's sentence? Was there more after what you wrote?

Mango: i just don't like periods but i was thinking that he’d say something like, "so don’t even SPEAK to me about imprisonment"

Rosie: Oh, it just sounded like he was going to say more. (Well, I don't think Dumbledore was a witness for the will, so he wouldn't have known what was in it. But with his firm belief in second chances, he could have thought that Petunia would have been listed as a safe person for Harry to be left with. I don't like a purely evil Dumbledore, I like him as a misguided person better)

Mango: that makes sense he still gets in trouble tho sammy and sirius head that train

Rosie: "Don't talk to me about imprisonment with me, just work to *make up* for not being there."

Mango: and then sirius DOES

Rosie: Yes.

Mango: and the prankster dad and the salty drama dad become friends

Lili: YES

Rosie: YES

Lili: ALL OF THIS

Rosie: Sirius also gets a good look at angry Prophet Sammy at some point, probably when the Minister ends up sticking his foot in his mouth.

Mango: hoo boy that’s gotta be scary

Poe: Ooo

Rosie: He also sees how well Harry is handling at handling his schizophrenic Uncle's episodes.

Mango: they're all one big happy family :D

Rosie: Yes, flawed families do the best job of filling in each other's gaps.

Mango: i want henry there too but i like henry too much

Rosie: At some point, Harry is dragged back to England because that's where his school is. But Sammy comes with him since they just *can't* leave him unattended. And I mean Sammy. Henry could be there. He and Harry could arrive at the same time.

Mango: :D

Rosie: Henry let's Harry come with him instead of letting the kid wander off on his own.

Mango: yesssss

Rosie: They get separated in the music department which is when Sammy tries to catch Harry, only to find out he was a great uncle and had never known.

Mango: henry finds harry again

Rosie: With Uncle Sam! And Hen is shocked by the state Sammy is in.

Mango: Sammy kind of guards harry from hen, almost not recognizing him

Rosie: And Harry is caught between wanting to tell them help would be coming for them and trying to keep magic a secret. He has to explain that Henry is a friend and not someone he needs to be protected from.

Mango: plot twist: henry's a small time wandmaker and knows about magic

Rosie: (To be honest, I like focusing on the Sammy-Harry relationship better)

Mango: (that’s fine, it’s your au. i just have a weird fixation)

Rosie: (is fine. I can understand it) Second half of Third year is Harry and Sammy continuing to fill in personal holes, fix legal stuff, and get used to their very weird lives. Oh, and Harry is working to catch up with all his missed work in school. He was spending his time in the states filling in the gaps in his general magical knowledge. And he's missing a *lot* of "common" knowledge. He never knew how much he didn't know until people were trying to talk to him about it. (Also, mango, if you want to talk about how Hen would fit in, I don't mind. But I'll be focusing on Sammy shaking things up in the magical world.)

Mango: (maybe later, i don’t really have any ideas atm)

Rosie: I think that Harry ends up with a house (or something) in/near Hogsmead, so that Sammy won't be in the Castle as often as he would be if they were actually staying in the castle. Cause, you know, he's a schizophrenic with homicidal/volatile/violent tendencies Or at least somewhere close enough that Harry could hop on the train to get to school. Since there's no way that train *only* goes to Hogwarts and King's Cross.

Mango: no way in hell

Rosie: Harry kind of likes the new schedule, since he now sits in a small breakfast with his small family, then goes to the station to ride to school, has his school day (with lunch there), rides home, and has dinner with his family. Rinse and repeat. He doesn't have to deal with the fame games and student issues 24/7 anymore. And he loves it.

Poe: Aww How is his relationship with his classmates?

Rosie: I think the place they're all staying in is an old Potter family house, that was in a town that had a Hogwarts Express station. But it didn't see a lot of traffic since so few magicals lived near there. It was getting used again since Harry had sent a request for them to stop there for him to get too and from School. This is also re-implanting the idea of using the express for more than just getting to and from school during the holidays. More students are taking weekend trips on the train to find out where else it goes. People organize train trips to plot out the routes the train travels (they had never thought about it before) Other parents meet ink man Sammy, and while weirded out by his appearance, they approve of his ideas about the school and caring for a magical kid. And dealing with magic in general.

Mango: imagine sammy becoming more famous than lockhart sAMMY WRITING A PARENTING BOOK FOR MAGICALS

Rosie: Sammy, though salty, is actually pretty likable and has lots of good ideas that magical parents like and muggle parents agree with. Yes. Henry is the co-author.

Mango: yesss i think sammy would hate snape tbh

Rosie: Sammy; "They need proper music and arts programs, how do you expect children to learn about those things if you don't teach them?" MugParent; "Exactly! How can they learn about what interests them if you don't expose them to it?" Oh heck yeah. Sammy may be salty, but Snape is just plain *cruel* to his students.

Mango: sammy goes full prophet on his ass

Rosie: Snape would do better dealing with older students who *honestly interested* in the subject than kids who are only there because it was required.

Mango: oh definitely

Rosie: Harry has to jump on his Uncle to keep the Prophet from stabbing Snape with an ingredient knife.

Mango: o o f

Rosie: After Snape was taking pot shots at Harry and Neville.

Mango: Understandable

Rosie: It was a protective rage. From that point on everyone works to keep Sammy and Snape separated. Later on, Sammy makes the statement about Snape not being fit for teaching younger students when Harry tells him more about the man. And he makes it to someone on the Board of Governors.

Mango: oh damn.

Rosie: They agree with him.

Mango: that’s impressive

Rosie: He didn't know the person he was part of the Board. He was just making conversation with someone during a parent weekend.

Mango: ah now i’m just imagining him rant to like 20 different people at different times about snape

Rosie: Of course! He's too salty to keep to himself.

Mango: he’s also ranting about how hogwarts needs an arts and music course

Rosie: Yes. Harry's friends are unsure of ink Uncle.

Mango: sammy is good at ranting

Rosie: Hermione is horrified that Harry would skip out on half a school year to find a relative he'd never met, but Sammy talking about improving the school is lifting her opinion. Ron is amazed by the adventure Harry went on without meaning to, but Sammy scares him a bit.

Poe: This is so beautiful

Mango: ikr

Rosie: I wonder how Mr. Weasley would react to Sammy? Mrs. Weasley would probably not be happy about Harry living with him. She wouldn't think he was a good guardian because of his mental health issues.

Mango: coughablistcough

Rosie: I was working from the idea that she didn't think Sammy made a good guardian because Harry kept having to care for *him* instead of the other way around. Parents were supposed to be caring for their kids, not the other way around. And, you know, she's stifling and kind-of controlling for anyone she thinks of as one of "Her" kids. (I think the reason her oldest sons all picked up jobs that took them away from home was so they could escape her coddling.) But Harry is more capable than she's giving him credit for, and even when being crazy it's clear he cares about Harry. And Sammy doesn't treat Harry like he isn't able to tie his own shoes without help. Also, should there be actual toons in this AU? Or should they all be people that were used/altered by Joey?

Mango: i want to say actual toons

Rosie: It's a bit of a coin toss for me. Hence why I'm asking. Actual toons would be interesting and leaves room for recreating an alternate/new studio, but then I'd have to take time to explain how they could exist. With the people as toons, I can use stuff about Transfiguration how it was possible.

Mango: i vote option 2 then

Rosie: But the possibilities for both are fun too. *I need more than one person voting on this!*

Poe: I go with transfigured people because it functions better in the story and considering the magical world's problems with recognizing anything but wizards and witches as capable beings with rights unless you want to deal with that

Rosie: Okay, thank you. That is good reasoning. They will be transfigured people, and all receiving medical help thanks to Harry and Henry. Now I need to figure who's who in this. "Monster" Characters are: 'Bendy', The Prophet, Boris, Alice, Charley, Barley, Edgar, and the Projectionist. Which Alice theory should I use? Alice = Susie, Alice = Allison, or Alice = Susie Mixed with Allison? And which characters should be the Butchers? (Boris is gonna be Wally, I think. Though it might be fun to use Shawn!Boris...) Bah, I’ll focus more on that later. Harry asks to shuffle around his electives. Because now he's more interested in Curse Breaking and Healing magic than just getting easy grades. Divination is dropped for Arithmancy, Care is kept (because Hagrid is the teacher and he wants to support him) and he adds Ancient Runes as a subject. Henry shares that the best way to show how well you understand something is to try and explain it to someone else. So when Harry gets home he explains what he's learned to Sammy (if he's okay), or Boris. (Harry also got tutors from the Goblins while he was in the states, so he's not that far behind in Testing levels.) (The Goblins don't mention that it's the *international* testing levels.) (Harry is confused when he finds he's *ahead* of his classmates when he gets back to Hogwarts) (Sammy is even more offended by the school standards then)

Poe: Aww Cute thiings

Rosie: Should the people from the studio be able to see the Thestrals, or no? Also, since Joey is 'Bendy', should he be salvageable? Or is he gonna be 6ft under? You know, the more I think about it, the worse I realize the Hogwarts curriculum was. There were no math classes, no language classes, no writing classes, no art classes. Most parents would be frothing at the mouth over how unprepared those kids would be once they got out into the world. *I see so much Sammy Rage in the future of this AU.*

Mango: ***It shall be glorious**

Rosie: ***And we haven't even gotten to the chaos of fourth year yet.** ***Sammy is gonna hecking KILL the Minister if he gets his hands on him.**

Mango: HOO BOY

Rosie: Well, can you blame him? Fudge has shot himself in the foot more times than I dare to count.

Teir: If I can voice my opinion, I think Joey should be salvaged :P. I don't really have a justification, just that he's an interesting character to have around

Poe: I think having him discover functional magic could be interesting,

Rosie: That could work.

Trash Ma: Mom says actual toons

Rosie: So that's 2 for People changed into Toons, and 1 for Actual Toons.

#Uncle Sam AU #batim #Bendy and the Ink Machine #sammy lawrence #batim sammy #crossover #crossover au #harry potter #batim au #Harry Potter au #finally turned that one into text #cut out so much that wasn't needed #am very happy with this #mook writing #mook conversation

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sunfish999 · 6 years

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Types of People, Kpop ver.

tag yourself haha enjoy

BTS

enjoy Starbucks, typically get an Americano. actually like snakes and most animals. read fantasy romance novels, and that goes for movies as well. when gardening, they prefer flowers, and like the aesthetic of a color scheme. “I’m in love with Khalid”. yellow walls, acrylic paints on wood. starry nights and writing fanfiction at 4:30am. can be bossy but is logical and fair when making decisions. screams at the tv during sports games.

BAP

stealing roses from a neighbors garden. passionate about anything they set their minds to. is sort of basic but in a cute way. lying in bed all day, quilts made by a grandmother. orange lotus soap with a basil scent. writing song lyrics or sheet music, playing the ukelele painted with flowers by your best friend. listens to depressing emo music but somehow it motivates them. cliche daydreams about crushes, can’t get over them even after being rejected. frilly socks and black tights. chipped purple nail polish.

VIXX

very sweet, into astrology. carries a picture of their little nephew in a leather wallet. clear phone case with the space gray iphone 8. likes holding hands with family members, friends, and lovers. lives near the ocean and always has sand between their toes. salty hair. a fresh, lemon scent with a hint of lavender. prefers pinterest over tumblr. “Jon Bellion is SO underrated”. very organized but has lots of things. black doc martens with doodles in gel pen. carries unscented chapstick everywhere.

MONSTA X

tries to be an emo kid but really isn’t. has a lot of money but saves it all for ‘charity’ or ‘college’. aces school but always sleeps in class. mcdonalds all the way. laying in the grass on a sunny day. has some acne but is beautiful anyway. your average alternative music taste. down to earth, grows vegetables for their families. upside down herbs hanging from the kitchen window. is super athletic and most likely plays basketball. really good hearing but can’t see for shit. round glasses that are mismatched.

EXO

singing in the shower, loudly, along with the music on your ipod. brushing your teeth with kids crest toothpaste. lives in jumpsuits and denim jackets. no one knows but they hate the dark. horror movies ftw. an entire shelf in their bedroom is dedicated to plushies. “yes i have to stand on this chair to take a picture of my food”. family camping trips every summer. plays the clarinet and looks forward to band camp. blasts lofi chill hop music whenever they’re in need of inspiration. pretty hands, no piercings. lives for doing anything with other people, will never hesitate to help out someone in need.

SHINEE

super nostalgic, keeps a memory box and still talks to childhood friends. That One Mom Friend. wants to major in psychology. keeps a dream journal and has a tumblr dedicated to psychic research. talks to their dog more than people. huge fluffy white comforter. listens to country music. likes the moments when it’s raining but the sun is out, and most wait for a rainbow but it never appears. doodles on your arms in crayola markers. cheetah print parkas are the way to go in winter. could be in a roller derby or bowling league.

GOT7

opening a window during a thunderstorm and just listening. forgetting to write in their diary. pressed wildflowers that are ugly to some but pretty to them. black fountain pens and nothing else. brings a smoothie to class every morning but never forgets fries at lunch. indie music is their jam. covers up the dark circles under their eyes with concealer, since they stay up until 3am. sleeping in super late on weekends and finally feeling refreshed. star of the soccer team and the lead role in the school musical. clumsy but charming. love at first sight.

NCT

making pinterest foodie recipes. prints out wikihow pages and keeps them in a notebook with them at all times. could read steven king at night without getting scared. screeches at jump scares but cradles spiders. is the world flat? probably does ballet or works out 24/7. keeps potted plants on their windowsill but can’t figure out why they keep dying. never turns the fan on while showering and then draws figures on the glass. drake is my spirit animal. phone is always at 80% but they never bring a charger anywhere. makes you go on the biggest ride at amusement parks or the biggest slide at waterparks. risk-takers and daredevils.

BIGBANG

ironically, watches the big bang theory. and the office. and parks and rec. along with friends. they really enjoy buttery popcorn but skip the salt. listens to 80s music. just above passing grades, hate attention. likes drawing with charcoal on big sketchpads. backhugs for their lover, kisses that send shivers up your spine. silver ring on their middle finger, wears a plaid fannypack everywhere. loves making jokes and is a living meme. lives on a large campus at the uni, works out with friends and is enemies with their roommate. eyebrow piercings and no-makeup makeup. carries a water bottle everywhere.

DAY6

works hard in school and their grades reflect that. has social anxiety but no one knows. pretty posters tacked on the walls. graffiti on the bathroom stalls and on train cars. champion chalk artist. always gets ice cream in a dish. two spoons, they love to share. sitting on the roof of a skyscraper and looking at how awake the city is. thrift store shopping. loves reading biographies and watching documentaries. listens to classic rock.

TWICE

a cat fanatic. watches sherlock, doctor who, and supernatural. is a total geek. makes theories on every tv show ever. can’t fall asleep at night thinking about government conspiracies. gasps when people say they haven’t watched every star wars or read harry potter. “you mean to tell me you don’t know who BILBO BAGGINS is??” stargazing on the roof of your house. spilling tea on your sweater but just shrugging it off. will probably be a best selling author one day. smiles and says ‘have a great day!’ to everyone they see. the guardians of the galaxy soundtrack is everything anyone ever needed.

LOONA

has a favorite poet. cringes at their freshman year GPA of 3.7. listens to podcasts. carries around an almost ripped rucksack so stuffed with books it’s a miracle it hasn’t burst yet. wants to major in philosophy but minor in math. works in a cafe that sells pastries. studies while perched on cushions that cover the floor of their room. falls asleep in random places. owns a pet bird. sings while baking cookies and played the flute in seventh grade. is fluent in french.

BLACKPINK

is into photography. annoys a lot of people but doesn’t let it bother them. smells like sweet perfume. idolizes Audrey Hepburn and owns a book about elegance. it’s on their coffee table. likes vintage hats and wears lace bralettes under everything. owns a record player that continuously plays classic piano records from goodwill. feels like they were born in the wrong generation. tries to capture their emotions with a camera. picks daisies and is an expert at making flower crowns.

RED VELVET

has a sweet tooth. likes cookies and cakes and candies. desperately wants to travel to london. has an art instagram where they post calligraphy. plays card games every saturday. mornings in the saddle and stroking their horse. collects the eggs from their chickens each morning to make omelets. has quote decals on their walls. dazzling white smile and red lipstick. works as a nanny for the kids down the street. is always tired. listens to slow love songs and teaches ballroom dancing and waltzes.

F(X)

is cool and they know it. pulls all nighters with ease, handles alcohol well. takes risks only because they have nothing to lose. is dissatisfied with life. predicted their own death and has written their will already. sells old notes and tests to younger students, as well as being an irish literature tutor. likes reading shakespeare. is the heartthrob of the school. stares out the window during class but can answer whatever question the teacher asks. ripped jeans and fishnets is a winning combination. is a black belt in taekwondo. only ever drinks hot chocolate.

i don’t even know what half of these mean but tag yourself lmao this took years its 3:01am

#kpop #bts #bap #monsta x #got7 #vixx #exo #shinee #nct #bigbang #day6 #twice #loona #red velvet #fx #blackpink #types of people #i dont even know #tag yourself

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iarollane · 5 years

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21 Questions

I was tagged by the illustrious @pikapeppa, thank you!

+Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

Nickname: I don't really have an actual nickname much anymore. In high school a friend used to call me Kimo. Other than that I tend to respond to the names of characters I've cosplayed.

Zodiac: Leo by western, rabbit by Chinese.

Height: 5′9″

Last movie I saw: Hubby and I have been watching Sword Art Online and just the other night we watched the "movie" that essentially recaps the first season. Other than that... Probably the bits I saw of 'Inside Out' that I put on while taking care of my son. But that was a few months ago, more often I put on anime or kids shows.

Last thing I googled: uuum the location and phone number of a prenatal clinic?

Favourite musician: Queen is right there at the top of my list. So is Muse. Linkin Park when I was younger.

Song stuck in my head: It was random anime openings. But thanks to pikapeppa it's now 'Here comes the sun' XP

Other blogs: I'm still fairly new to tumblr, so this is it here. Though I do have a deviantArt floating around that I haven't touched in a long while.

Do I get asks: a few random things here and there. O think I can count on one hand how many I've received

Following: *checks* 98

Amount of sleep: lolololol I have a nine month old son. How much sleep do you think?

Lucky number: XII

What I’m wearing: tanktop, sweater, and zipup(i love this zipup, it has Maleficent on the left breast) a pair of leggings, and two pairs of socks. Oh and glasses.

Dream job: I'd love to be able to read, edit, and proofread professionally. I do it to all my books anyway so

Dream trip: it would be amazing to be able to actually travel the world. But if I had to pick only one place... Ireland.

Play any instruments: in middle school i played the flute. I dabbled in guitar in high school. Haven't picked up either in years.

Languages: English. I know a smattering of Spanish.

Favourite songs: oooo so tough, I love so much music. Currently 'Judas' by Fozzy is probably by the top of my list. Also anything by Queen. Ummm 'Butterflies and Hurricanes' by Muse.

Random fact: I'm known as the OCD clean freak at work, but when I'm home I rarely clean anything... it's a bit of a problem.

Describe yourself as aesthetic: o.o a what *frantically searches online* Ummm I'd probably have two. Private/home settings would be overlarge sweaters, fluffy blankets jeaped on a couch, hair in a messy frizzy braid and a stack of books and video games. Public/work would be subtle contouring makeup with winged eyeliner and a bold lip colour, black sweater and cargo pants, a messenger bag *and* mini backpack, and heeled sneakers. My personal mind one would be lightning and high storm clouds, silver dragon wings, sharp claws and green eyes glowing in the darkness. If I just put together things I love and wish I could wear every day, I'd probably look like a Harry Potter character with better makeup.

Who to tag.... honestly there's only about 3 people I've even talked to instead of stalking silently, and one of them was the one that tagged me, so that leaves @elevanetheirin and @sassylavellen. I think I'll also tag @roguelioness since she's the reason I made my way onto this hellsite. Ummm maybe @nipuni because she's amazing and I fell in love with her and her character Nalia long before I got here. @cobaltash because of the awesome picture of my oc Lashanna in a dress I designed for Halamshiral. @hachidori-e because while I have no idea what the arcana that you draw most often actually is, your art is beautiful and you are adorable. @rock-paperback-scissors because.

Uuuhm yeah i think I'll leave the tagging at that. Anyone else that wants to can do it as well!

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avengeultrons · 6 years

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Title: Your New Year’s Kiss (Stark! Reader x Peter Parker)

Word Count: 1815

Summary: It’s New Year’s Eve, a time to make resolutions and finally kiss the ones you’ve been wanting to kiss all year. Right?

Warnings: such fluff

A/N: This extremely fluffy new year’s imagine makes me want a boyfriend lol. HAPPY NEW YEAR’S EVE I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU AND CANNOT WAIT TO SEE WHAT 2018 HOLDS

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You stared blankly out of the large bay window in your living room, past the twinkling Christmas tree that was starting to shrivel and dry up, and out onto the street. Snow was covering the ground in a thick, plush blanket as it fell from the sky like sprinkles as the finishing touch on a cake. It was so cold that everyone daring to walk outside was walking briskly, their breath coming out in lotus like dragon’s breath puffs of air in the overcast of the sky. It was the final snowy night of 2017, New Year’s Eve.

“Y/N, I’ve been calling you for ten minutes. We have to leave soon, get moving!” your dad waved a hand in front of your face, buttoning his dress shirt as he hollered at you. His hands fumbled at the cuff links as you got to your feet and turned to help button them. Tony was never one to ask for help when he needed it, “Thank you,” he said quickly.

“What are you talking about? I’m ready,” you looked down at your jeans and band tee you found in your dad’s closet and just knew he was going to laugh. If he was putting on a suit for a New Year’s Eve bash, you would be dressing up, too.

Tony chuckled- just as you had suspected- and nudged you to the stairs, “We leave in an hour,” he said, gesturing with his hand to show the way up to your bedroom.

Sixty minutes sounded like enough time, but it felt as if it breezed by. You had thrown dress after dress out of your closet after trying to tame your hair and put makeup on, finally landing on a simple black one with scalloped edges as your father yelled for you at the bottom of the stairs, “Time to go! I really can’t be late for my own party.”

“Coming!” you grabbed a coat, a knit scarf, and a pair of warm gloves before throwing on a pair of heels and making a dash down the stairs. Tony was waiting for you on the porch, his hands jammed into his coat pockets as he rocked back and forth on his heels. It was too cold to be standing outside for long, so you led the way to the car, “What are you waiting for?”

The Avengers Facility was already a hustle and bustle of people preparing for Tony’s New Year’s Eve Party, the biggest party of the year. That was saying something, because Tony threw great parties, “Happy New Year’s Eve!” Natasha threw an arm over your shoulder as she blew into a noise maker.

“Need any help in here?” Peter sauntered into the kitchen, his suit jacket unbuttoned and disheveled from his travels. You noticed his pale cheeks flushed pink from the cold as he smiled a warm smile at the people filling trays with hot hors d’oeuvres.

Natasha nodded and took your coat from your hands, tossing it into the pantry swiftly, “You two, go. Be each other’s party date or something, I don’t care. Just go!” she smiled and shoved the two of you out of the kitchen with a bottle of sparkling grape juice and two champagne flutes before you could object.

“What do we do now?” Peter asked as he walked alongside you, his hands jammed into the pockets of his suit jacket. He was dressed nicer than you’d ever seen him dressed before, a well fitted suit that you had no doubt that Tony had picked out for him and a pair of chestnut dress shoes, “We have, what? Two hours until the ball drops?”

You noticed the common area was staring to fill up with the hustle and bustle of people partying and it was only just ten o’clock on New Year’s Eve. You were such an old person when it came to evenings, you were already tired, “Let’s go out here,” you offered, pushing open the glass door to the Terrace. The fire was blazing and cracking with warmth already, thanks to Happy.

“Looks nice,” Peter commented, a smile lighting up his face as he sat on one of the benches close to the fire. You crossed your arms over your chest, slightly regretting heading outside as you sat next to him. It was freezing out, so much so that your arms were covered in goosebumps. Being the nice, selfless, and kind hearted boy that Peter was, he took off his suit jacket and handed it to you, “Here, you look like you’re freezing.”

You took the jacket gratefully, the fresh scent of Peter’s cologne hitting your nostrils, “Thank you,” you said as you passed him the sparkling grape juice and two glasses before sliding your arms through his coat, “Wanna open it?”

“Ole!” Peter shouted as you squealed when the cork went soaring through the air and landed in the fire. He poured two glasses of the sparkling white grape juice and passed you one, clinking his champagne flute with yours, “I can’t believe another year has come and gone.”

“I know,” you scooted closer to him as a gust of wind sent a chill down your spine, “Do you have any resolutions for twenty-eighteen?” you raised an eyebrow at the boy, a small, tantalizing smile on your face.

He looked down at his shoes nervously, taking a swig of the bubbly drink that could possibly be the golden liquid courage in Harry Potter, “I guess it would be to just…to tell people how I really feel,” he shrugged and looked over at you through the curls of his hair that had fallen in his face, “You?”

You hadn’t even thought about your resolution yet. Peter was making you nervous as he stared at you with his kind, shining eyes. You took a moment to stare at him back, trying to take in the fact that the most adorable boy you’d ever seen was sitting close to you. The only thing you were thinking about in that moment was wanting to hold his hands and kiss him, “Y/N? Do you have a resolution?”

“Oh, right. Yes. I guess it would be to be braver,” you said with a laugh and a final smile. Your cheeks were burning with the warmth of an embarrassed blush despite having it so cold outside. Real smooth.

Peter was quite a busy kid. Busier than you, and you were a Stark who was constantly simultaneously traveling and studying while helping your dad pick out his outfits for meetings. He was more than happy to spend the final night of the year sitting with you and doing nothing but spending time in each other’s company. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you looked around the Terrace, your shining eyes flitting from one thing to the next. You had the type of captivating beauty to him that was like watching fireworks on the Fourth of July or seeing a Christmas tree lit with shimmering lights for the first time. You lit up any room you walked into and made everyone instantly happier.

Admitting it made him nervous and when he thought about it, he couldn’t seem to look you in the eye as his heart skipped a beat, “Beautiful. Uh, I mean beautiful as in a beautifully good resolution,” you nudged him with your elbow and laughed quietly to yourself before pouring more cider into your glass.

“The ball’s about to drop soon, if you guys wanna join us,” Natasha’s voice made the two of you spring apart and sit on opposite ends of the bench. Both of you stood up and gave an affirmative, awkward nod before making a beeline for the door, “Woah, sorry. What are you two doing out here, it’s freezing! Aw, did Peter lend you his coat? That’s so gentlemanly.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep the smile off of your face that continued to fight for its moment in the limelight as you passed Peter his jacket with a ‘thank you’, “Would you be quiet?” You and Natasha both giggled at this. Peter grabbed a celebration hat with the words “Happy New Year” written on them next to a metallic shining ‘2018’ written in gold. You laughed at him and grabbed your own hair accessory, an obnoxiously large 2018 headband with black feathers poking out of the top.

“He should be your New Year’s kiss, Y/N. Wait, have you had a first kiss? Oh, my gosh. How romantic would it be if he was your first kiss and it was on New Year’s?” Natasha was practically squealing in your ear. As much as she made you want to vomit with all of the kissing talk, she was right. Peter Parker should be your New Year’s kiss.

Peter grabbed your hand as a massive crowd swarmed around you, “They’re getting ready to count down,” he told you. Both of your hearts were beating out of your chests and you felt as if you couldn’t breath. Why were you so nervous all of a sudden?

“Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven,” you looked to Peter and flashed a smile, chanting with the rest of the crowd. It was a lot warmer in the middle of a group of people than it was outside near the fire, yet you wished you were with Peter out there again, “Four, Three, Two, One! Happy New Year!” Balloons fell down from the ceiling, raining confetti and black and gold balloons all through the crowd. Your cheeks reddened when Peter smiled at you and then down at his shoes nervously, the both of you wanted to do the same thing so badly but you weren’t sure exactly how to tackle just kissing one another.

Tony came up behind you and blew a noise maker in your ear, “Happy 2018! Here, first kiss on the cheek,” he said, obviously a bit tipsy from a mixture of alcoholic beverages. He kissed your cheek swiftly and then danced off to the DJ to get music playing again. You sighed loudly, your New Year’s kiss was stolen. By your dad.

“Happy New Year,” Peter said quietly, an air of disappointment in his voice. You couldn’t accept your father kissing your cheek as your 2018 kiss, which made the anxiety swell up in your throat and form a rock.

You grabbed ahold of Peter’s shoulders firmly before he turned away from you and pressed a kiss to his lips. It startled both Peter and yourself at first, but you eventually let go of your grip on his shoulders and let your arms hang, “Happy New Year,” you said with a smile.

“I like you, by the way,” Peter said over the loud music now blaring through the Facility’s sound system, “Trying to keep up with my resolution of telling people how I feel,” with a laugh, he kissed you again. Someone said “finally” from over your shoulder and you were almost positive that it was your own wine drunk father.

You were two minutes in to the new year and both of you had already aced your resolutions so far. It seemed like 2018 was going to be a good year after all.

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