Honestly I found the complaints about Andromeda laughable. Did it need more polish? Absolutely. But the whining about cheesy story or bad voice acting or clunky animations was, frankly, ridiculous. What kind of parallel universe do people live in where Bioware games haven't always had these things? There's not a single Bioware game without some cheese or ridiculous animations. And the voice acting? Matriarch Benezia anyone? And I love, love, love Liara, but she was very wooden at times. I think people need to realize that their nostalgia is blinding them. The trilogy was amazing. For me personally it was literally life-saving. I am so thankful for the series and I love it! But it was not perfect. It has many of the same flaws people accuse MEA of having. And there's no shame in acknowledging that.
hi! i absolutely love your writing!! can i request a pureblood slytherin (kinda mysterious?) reader x george? muggle-borns call her the child of the cheshire cat bc her mischievous smile says it all. so when the twins escape the professor, she answers in riddles to not blow their cover. you can add on to that, thank you!! š§”š§”
mischief // george weasley
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a/n: i love your request so much!! iām sleep deprived rn so i apologize if none of this is coherent or good, but my tiny brain did itās best. hope u like it!!
summary: George falls for the mischievous pureblood Slytherin who couldnāt care less about blood status.
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āYouāve never seen Alice in Wonderland?ā
āNo,ā Ron groaned, annoyed with Hermioneās better-than tone.
āWhen would he have seen Alice in Wonderland, Hermione?ā Harry asked, also annoyed with the twoās constant bickering.
āIt is a book too, you know, he could have picked it up and read it any time he liked,ā Hermione defended, sticking her little nose into the air with purpose.
āWill you just tell me what it means?ā Ron pressed.
āItās a reference. The Cheshire Cat is a mischievously annoying animal. It would mislead and annoy Alice,ā Hermione explained, trying to simplify the characterization for Ron.
āSo why do they call her that?ā
āBecause she gives us the creeps, sheās evil looking,ā Harry answered, shuddering his shoulders slightly.Ā
āSheās actually quite interesting,ā Hermione said,Ā āif you gave her a chance.ā
Harry rolled his eyes, having little sympathy for any pureblood Slytherin. Ronās face showed him to be in deep thought, and Hermione returned to her Divination work.
You were perched in a shadowed corner of the library, twisting the ends of your hair in your fingers. Pansy sat across from you, reading her Potions textbook with great concentration. You hummed to yourself, a dull smile on your lips.
āY/n,ā Pansy spoke slowly, tearing her eyes away from the textbook and showing it to you,Ā ādo you know what this means?ā
You looked intently into the notebook, your head nodding slowly as you read the page.
āYeah, itās applying the absorbing properties in lizard scales to the enlarging properties of ogreās root. All the other stuff is there to make sure you donāt die, probably,ā you said, handing Pansy the textbook back.
She made anĀ āohā noise, finally understanding the potion.
āI donāt think this school could be any more boring if it tried,ā you groaned.
Pansy gave you an entertained smile and returned to her book.
Your gaze had drifted to look out of the window when you heard a loud crash.
Your head snapped to where it came from and your legs were moving before you had realized where they were going.
You came to stand right in front of three crashed bookshelves, little Cornish Pixies rolling around in all the books that lay on the floor.
You watched two red-headed boys doubled over trying to catch the Pixies in their outstretched hands.
āWhat happened here, boys?ā you drawled, leaning against a book shelf that still stood upright.
āShit!ā one of them shouted, clutching his chest with this hand,Ā āScared us.ā
āYou gonna stand there, or help us?ā the other said, not lifting his eyes from the Pixie he just managed to shove in his pocket.
āI think Iāll watch for now,ā you quipped, a smirk reaching your mouth.
You watched them attempt to gather all the Pixies, until all three of your heads shot up at the heavy footsteps of McGonagall.Ā
āWhat on earth?ā she started, and you watched the twins duck behind some standing bookshelves a few feet away.
āDid you see who did this?ā she asked you, her suspicious eye trained on you.
āDid what?ā
āThis!ā she shouted, her hands flailing towards the fallen shelves and books littering the ground
āWhat about this?ā you asked, feigning innocence and confusion.
āWhy are there shelves knocked down and books everywhere?āĀ
āAre they not supposed to be like this?ā you nearly broke your act, a smile threatening your lips, but managed to keep a straight face. McGonagall looked infuriated.
āDid you see where they went?ā
āWhere who went?ā
āThe people who did this! Unless it was you?ā
āI didnāt do it.ā
āThen who did?ā
āWho did what?ā
āThis!ā she repeated, her face turning red.
āOh! I think they went that way,ā you pointed over your shoulder, the opposite way the twins went.
āSheās brilliant,ā George whispered to his brother from behind the shelves.
āYou can say that again, Georgie,ā Fred answered, watching you in awe as you waved off McGonagall.
They crept form behind their hiding places, stepping cautiously around the fallen books.Ā
āHow did you do that?ā George asked, looking at you in awe.
āDo what?ā
Fred smiled at you, quite entertained. George just stared, his mouth hanging open in amazement.Ā
You sauntered off, sitting back down with Pansy.
āJaw up, George, youāre drooling,ā Fred taunted his brother, bumping into Georgeās shoulder.
The two left the library, sneaking past Madam Pince. George watched you smooth down your green tie with your delicate touch, your eyes locking with his. He admired the mischievous grin on your lips, and he gulped when you winked at him. He just met The Child of The Cheshire Cat. And he was in love with her.
The two boys peered around the corner, Fred crouched below George. They watched you carefully taking a bobby pin to Snapeās door, your fingers jutting back and forth against the pressure you applied.
George watched you pull your lips between your teeth. He watched the curve of your body as you stood on the tips of your toes, bent at the knees and leaning close to the door. Your skirt itched dangerously up, exposing more and more of your thighs.
Fredās eyes were trained on your mischievous actions, but all George could focus on was you. He tried to stop thinking about you, but ever since that day in the library he couldnāt get you out of his head. It became even harder when Fred insisted you join them in their pranks from now on.
You stood suddenly, your skirt falling back into place, much to Georgeās dismay. You turned towards the boys, smirking at them. Fred sprang from his place behind the wall. George stumbled to follow after his brother.
You bent the bobby pin back into place and George watched you tuck it seamlessly into your hair.Ā
āAll in a dayās work, boys,ā you said, breaking the silence that had formed around the three of you while they stared at you in awe.
āYouāre brilliant,ā Fred mumbled, gripping your shoulders and kissing your cheek briskly.
You laughed, rolling your eyes. George debated if he should copy his brotherās actions, take advantage of the situation to make an excuse to be that close to you. Before he could, he realized he had been staring at you for far too long. He coughed awkwardly and casted his gaze to the ground. You quirked an eyebrow at him in suspicion, and followed Fred into the potions class.
āWhat are we looking for, exactly?ā you whispered into the dark room.
āWe need more Ashwinder eggs for our products,ā you heard Fred whisper back to you a few feet away,Ā ārunning low on our supplies.ā
āSo you thought Snape wouldnāt mind letting you borrow some of his?ā you teased, and heard Fred snort from where he was.
āOf course not,ā George said from behind you,Ā āas you may know, heās a very generous man.ā
āAlways been supportive of us,ā Fred joined, the smirk very loud in his voice.
George was close to you in the dark, you could tell. He must have been inches away from you, waiting for Fred to gather what he needed. You could hear his breathing, not that it was labored, and felt his presence.
āFred, will you hurry it up?ā George snapped at Fred.Ā You turned to where his voice came from, the deepness in his whisper surprising you.
āScared?ā you teased.
You heard Georgeās low chuckle, and suddenly two hands snaked their way onto your sides. Georgeās long fingers gripped your sides, making your entire body jolt. You jumped at the sudden touch, and heard George chuckle even more.
āScared?ā he murmured, his hands still on your sides but his fingers considerably looser.
You met his hands with yours, putting them on top of his for some reassurance that you werenāt imagining it. Your touch was featherlight over his rough hands, and you realized how small your hands were next to his. You felt the veins on the top of his hands and traced over them before you knew what you were doing. Georgeās chuckle stopped at the touch, and the only noise in the room was the occasional clink of two glass bottles bumping into each other as Fred looked for the eggs.
The two of you stood in silence, Georgeās body inching closer to yours from behind you. Soon, your back was against his chest, and he trapped you in his arms. Your arms leaned against his, hands still atop his hands. You felt safe in Georgeās arms. You didnāt care if Snape came in at that minute, you just wanted George to hold you.
āGotĀ āem!ā Fred called out, a few clinking noises heard.
āLetās go,ā he said, his voice closer to you now.
George started to turn, turning you with him. He gave you one last squeeze, moving his hands a little lower on your hips before releasing you completely. You let your hands fall from his, and moved from your spot against his chest.
The moment of intimacy in the dark had caused a blush to spread across your cheeks, and George saw it the second you three reached the dimly lit hallway. You avoided his eyes, looking at Fred and the three glass bottles he was slipping in his pockets.
āWhat are you going to use those for?ā you whispered, following them down the hallway.
āOur luck and love potions,ā Fred answered, his hand ghosting over the eggs in his pocket.
You nodded approvingly, taking a glance over your shoulder to make sure you were still in the clear. The three of you stopped at the bottom of the stairs, well you stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
āArenāt you coming?ā Fred asked, looking down at you from a few steps above you.
They both towered over you, but the look in Georgeās eyes made butterflies flutter in your stomach.
āMy common room is down here,ā you lifted your hand to point your thumb over your shoulder.
āOh right,ā Fred said, smiling,Ā āsometimes youāre so much fun we forget youāre a Slytherin.ā
āShut up,ā you said, laughing.Ā
The boys watched you walk away. Fred smiled at the memory of the successful night they had, and George smiled at the way your skirt moved across your hips and swayed side to side.
āAnd where were you?ā Draco Malfoyās sneer was on you immediately after you crept into the common room. He was lounging on the couch, face illuminated by the dwindling fire on front of him.
āWhere was who?ā you smirked, starting your usual act.
Draco smirked back at you, aware of your reputation.
āOff with the Weasleys? Youāve been spending a lot of time with them recently. If anyone had some sense they might begin to question you aligning yourself with blood traitors,ā Draco drawled.
You furrowed your brows, feeling incapable of deflecting that like you usually would. You were never one to focus on your blood status, but you figured you didnāt have to since you were a pureblood. Draco was obsessed with his blood status, you knew that, everyone knew that. Why was he so concerned with yours all of a sudden?
āWhy do you care, Draco?ā
Dracoās cold laugh echoed off the walls of the dungeon.
āI try to look out for my housemates,ā he said,Ā āespecially the incredibly attractive ones.ā
Your face twisted with disgust before you could help it. You walked past him and up the stairs, hearing his laugh continue from behind you.
Up in your room, you reflected on your night. You couldnāt help but lift your hands to where Georgeās had been earlier. You closed your eyes, imagining him still there with you, his chest a hard presence behind you. You breathed in deep, feeling the familiar tightness in your chest. A smile was on your lips before you knew it, and you realized you wanted George to hold you more often.
The next day at breakfast, you had filled your plate with food and talked with Pansy.
āSo,ā she started, glancing at you over her Charms textbook,Ā āwhere were you off to last night?ā
You smiled at her, looking down at your plate. When you looked back up at her, you noticed Draco watching you a few seats down. You gave him a glare, and he smirked at you.
āI was with Fred and George,ā you turned your attention back to Pansy.
āThe Weasleys? Why were you with the Weasleys?ā Pansy tried to hide the repulsion in her voice, and barely managed to.
āTheyāre my friends,ā you defended, furrowing your brow at her.
āSince when?ā
You didnāt answer her, feeling that whatever said wouldnāt matter much to her.
Pansy gave you a suspicious look and returned to her textbook and breakfast.
You looked down at your plate, not daring a glance at Pansy or an accidental look at Draco. You felt isolated, the green tie around your neck becoming too suffocating all of a sudden.
You stood from the table, leaving breakfast early. You walked to the empty hallway and felt a little better in the quiet.
āY/n?ā you heard a voice call for you.
When you turned in the direction of the Great Hall, you saw George. He was walking cautiously towards you, concern etched on his face.
āHey,ā you said, trying to sound normal.
āAre you alright?ā
āYeah, Iām fine.ā
George had closed the distance between you, coming to stand right in front of you. You turned from him, leaning against the wall. He did too, and you felt his arm against yours.
āFred and I were going to talk to you after breakfast,ā he said,Ā ābut since youāre already here.ā
āMore late night sneaking around?ā
āYou could say that,ā he smiled down at you.
You turned your head to look at him, and he was already looking at you. You felt your heart stop beating, the air stuck in your throat. Your eyes danced all over his face, focusing on the strength of his cheekbones, the sharpness of his nose, the smile lines marked on his cheeks, the look in his eyes.Ā
He didnāt know what was happening. You turned towards him, leaning closer. You closed the distance and your hands were in his hair. He barely had time to close his eyes before you pulled away. You leaned back against the wall for a second, shook your head, and started to walk away.
You felt like an idiot. You had no idea why you just kissed George, probably ruining the only genuine friendship you had made at Hogwarts. You walked away from him, hoping that the sooner you left, the easier he would forget it happened.
You were only a few feet away before his hand was wrapped around your wrist.
āGeorge, Iām sorr-ā
He cut you off with his lips, his hands cupping your face.
He pulled you back to the wall, pushing you against it. The force nearly made your legs tremble from under you, but you forced them to stay still.Ā
His hands ran down your body, moving from your face and down to their spot on your hips. He squeezed them like he did last night. You couldnāt help the reaction it caused, lurching your hips into his at the touch. He groaned into your mouth, pushing his face harder against yours. His nose pressed against your cheek, your chins bumping as you passionately moved against each other.Ā
āWell, this is awfully disappointing.ā You barely registered the voice, and George certainly didnāt.
You opened your eyes, still kissing George and glanced to the sound. Draco stood there, an evil smirk on his mouth. You slowly pulled away from George, and he trailed after you, trying to continue the kiss. It wasnāt until you turned your head to look at Draco that George even realized he was there.
āGet out of here Malfoy,ā George said, his voice gruff and annoyed.
He moved back towards you, expecting Draco to scurry off. Draco stayed put, and you pulled back from George.
āWhat do you want, Draco?ā you said, still pushed against the wall with George leaning on you.
You didnāt even bother to fix your messy hair, adjust your skirt, or tuck your shirt back in. All of which were messed up by Georgeās roaming hands.
āJust wanted to make sure my eyes didnāt deceive me,ā he snarled,Ā āSaw a Weasel chasing after you, but I didnāt think it would have been this bad.ā
āWhat are you on about?ā George said, and you could feel his body tensing with anger.
āWell I have to report this to the Sacred 28,ā he explained, casting a fake innocent look over his evil features,Ā ātheyāll have to know that the Y/l/n family are now blood traitors.ā
āMalfoy, youāre the only one who still cares about that,ā you sneered.
You would have felt a bit intimated by Malfoy if it werenāt for George. You knew Malfoy was one of the smartest students in his year and had no doubt he knew some dark spells that you couldnāt have dreamed of. But George made you feel safe. When George was there you didnāt even think about the danger Malfoy threatened.
āOh, I donāt know,ā he started to saunter over to the two of you,Ā āyour father still seems to care.ā
George moved you from the wall, putting himself between you and Draco.Ā
Draco was right about your father. He cared a great deal about his status and the power it held. He had grown to accept your disobedience, but you had never strayed this far from his ideals.
āYouāre pathetic, Malfoy,ā George spat from in front of you. You squeezed his arm warningly, and he glanced down at you. The second he saw your scared expression, his gaze softened.
āShove off,ā you managed, your voice nearly sounding afraid.
āAlright,ā Draco said in a sing-song voice, holding his hands up in mock defeat,Ā āfine, be that way.ā
He walked back into the hall, and George turned to you with concern on his face.
āWhy did you do that?āĀ
āI donāt care about what my father thinks,ā you admitted, furrowing your brow.
āAre you sure?ā George asked you.
āYeah,ā you mumbled, looking up at Georgeās brown eyes,Ā āYou mean more to me than any useless blood status.ā
George softened. He literally felt himself melt at your words. He took a few large steps, a goofy smile plastered in his face, and backed you against the wall again.
āThat was adorable,ā he said, sounding giddy.
You laughed, moving closer to his face. Your smiles connected, quickly changing to a heated kiss once again.
sometimes i wonder, like, what the brothers would do/how they would react to a younger mc (younger meaningĀ ā97-ā01) because,, gen z is absolutely fucking wild. and nobody seems to take that into account, ever.Ā
like, an m/c coming from the human world where half the shit they say is self deprecating (āwhy am i so dumb? why am i Literally dumb of Ass?ā), a suicidal thought (āi am so fucking Sick of being alive.ā āthe only person who gets to kill me is ME.ā), violent (āthe next person who tries to tell me that oatmeal raisin cookies are acceptable is getting my foot broken off in their Ass.ā), dramatic (āi thought we were out of salsa and, not gonna lie, i wanted to commit a hate crime.ā) scarily intelligent (ācapitalism is a heinous machine in which all cogs will be ground into dust while trying desperately to feel important and people will Never realize that their ceaseless hard work is absolutely no match for corporate juggernauts and a handful of bigwigs. yeehaw!ā)
like,,, what would the brothers even be able to Do or Say to shit like that? what do you do when you, a centuries old, immortal being, are faced with a young, fragile human, who fears no man, no god and certainlyĀ not death . the only person who could come Close to being unfazed is Levi, but imagine luci.Ā
imagine he says something to m/c and he caught them in a mood and they just look at him with eyes that swallow everything in their path and they go,Ā āsure, jan.ā or the inevitable āok, Boomer.ā and luci just realizes that he is Not dealing with your average, god fearing human and that dia has stuck him with an emotional juggernaut who, if given the chance, would completely and thoroughly gutĀ any and all forms of authority - and he Knows this because they told him.Ā
satan absolutely Adores them though and constantly whisks them away to pick their brain because, finally, someone he likes who he can have intelligent conversations with-Ā
definitely more of this to come because my brain likes to run fucking LAPS for these boys
If I dated Aizawa it would go something like this:
Aizawa: *looking at me with the typical stoic look*
Me: *constantly worrying Iāve done something wrong and constantly feeling a compulsive need to apologize* āIām sorryā
Aizawa:
āWhy are you apologizing AGAIN. What could you have possibly done to feel a compulsive need to apologize to me. Apologizing to apologize is a paradox in itself. Stop.ā
Hollie Bennett (UK head of communication at CDPR, she's featured in the night city wire episodes) is doing the lord's work and told the lead quest designer at CDPR to give us a Takemura romance.
For me itās Johnny being a multi-layered character capable of immense highs and lows, and the fact that he never ceases to surprise me.
Itās the fact that the same Johnny that nuked Arasaka Tower is also the Johnny that hangs his head in solemn silence as a man dies in a bold, controversial act of religious belief and good will for the world.
Itās the fact that the same Johnny that repeatedly cheated on Rogue is also the Johnny that promised heād lay down his life for V, even though surrender isnāt in his nature.
Itās the fact that the same Johnny that took Vās body to do far more than he was given permission for, is also the Johnny that got a heart tattoo labeled Johnny + V and said āVās gonna love itā with such genuine excitement in his voice.
Itās the fact that Johnny has been through so much that he just pushes the hard feelings down and lets rage take over instead. That he pushes everyone close to him away with abrasive behavior because heās obviously scared of the intimacy and prospect of loss. That he knows how it feels to be so alone that losing one more thing will break you. That he has such immense issues with trust, intimacy, anger, authority, and commitment that he overcompensates with a show of ego, a crass attitude, and a forceful manner.
Johnny may be ruthless, dangerous, manipulative, and an all-around snarky asshole, but make no mistake, Johnny Silverhand cares. In the larger scope, heās a principled man that does what he believes is right. When heās shoved into a horrible situation, waking up in someone elseās head over fifty years past his time, he lashes out. When the mind in question fights back, he lashes out harder. And why shouldnāt he? But then, when he gets to know this kid with crazy good capabilities and a dream of becoming a living legend? When that kid shows him kindness? He canāt stomach letting that kid die for him. He goes out of his way to protect them.
Fact is, with Johnny Silverhand, you get as good as you give. Give a little more than he bargains for, and heās liable to give you a whole lot more, as much as he knows how to. Johnny is capable of significant character growth, self-sacrifice, authenticity, and kindness. And you ask me, thatās a beautiful thing that outshines his flaws, deep as they are.
