#i apologise...

[ashzamjesus]

HSAU MASTERPOST

Hi! this is a master post for my lifesteal (+more) au simply called hsau! it's a highschool au lol. it has a fic (ashzam centric) in progress rn that I am writing! click here to check it out! this is just a tumblr post that I'll be linking somewhere in the fic so people can see much more about this au that isn't exactly relevant/outright mentioned in the story!! information will be beneath the cut vvv

first of all, i wanted to mention the grades that all of the characters are in. this is based off of american highschool, btw, since i'm american! I'll also include their ages in the brackets beside their name :) For the most part, ages and grades are based off of Vibes.. there is only a handful of characters I put thought of into choosing their grades/ages... lol. no one's been held back. if age math is wacky then that's my own bad ^_^

SENIORS: Jumper (17), Branzy (18), Chiefxd (18), Clown (18), Jepex (17), Minute (17), Pangi (18), Parrot (18), Vitalasy (18), Mid (17), Woogie (18), Subz (18), SB (18), Rek (18), Vortex (18), Egg (17), Wifies (17), Dean (18), Red (18)

JUNIORS: 4C (16), Flame (17), Hannah (16), Ash (16), Zam (16), Kyle (17), Leo (16), Cube (17), Wemmbu (17), Squiddo (17), Spoke (16), Pentar (17)

SOPHOMORES: Bacon (15), Derapchu (15), ECcoridor (15), Jaron (16), Terrain (16), Poafa (15)

FRESHMEN: Kab (14), Mane (15), Mapicc (14), Ro (14), Spep (14), Planet (14), Ivory (14), Serapter (15)

^^ some of these guys are only referenced, some are not even mentioned, but I do want to find a way to mention all of them at some point!!

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Background on some relationships between characters!

First of all, Zam and Ash are long-time friends, knowing each other since age 5, and basically watching each other growing up into the people they are today! They are the people they are most vulnerable to. (other then what I call their emotional support buddies, who are basically the people they confide in when they can't confide in each other (so like... crush stuff!)... yeah!) Red and Ash have known each other since Red was 9 and Ash was 7, Red moved into the same neighborhood. Red, Ash, and Zam become good friends. Ash constantly confides in Red when it comes to his crush about Zam, and Red is always trying to get his stubborn ass to tell her. He constantly teases him about it. Bacon and Zam are good friends, but have only been friends for about three years, meeting each other back in middle school (Zam being in 8th at the time, and Bacon in 7th). Bacon (playfully) acts like he is sick and tired of Zam's crush on Ash. Like Red, he also teases her relentlessly about it (mostly in private).

Minute and Spoke are cousins, living right across the street from Ash. Spoke lives with his aunt and uncle (Minute's mom and dad.)

Squiddo also lives on the same block! She's particularly close with Ash and Spoke, but also enjoys the company of Red and Zam all the same!

Ro and Planet are twins! I don't have much to say, but they have a close bond with one another! :D

Clown and Kab are siblings, and really close with one another. They do Not have the best mom, so they are there for each other :) Killerbunnies.... :)

On the topic of siblings, Red and Spep are also siblings. I think they have a normal relationship. Close, Red teases Spep a lot in older brother fashion... yeah. :)

-- more to be added lol

I'll probably update this post as I see fit! :D rn this just serves as some insight into things I haven't specifically stated in the fic/little tiny tidbits that won't come into the fic probably :,)

[torestoreamends]

Today Albus Severus Potter is probably miserable with his family, curled up in a corner trying to hide from James. It’s been a noisy, overwhelming day, and he’s ready to go to sleep so it’ll all be over.

Today Scorpius Malfoy is probably trying to be unobtrusive, not overexcited, and as helpful as he can be, because his mum deserves to have a nice day when she’s ill, and his dad doesn’t need any more trouble.

It’s not the Christmas either of them would have wanted, but it’s the only one they have.

But amongst everything there’s a small glimmer of light, because nestled amongst the other presents under their trees is the first gift either of them has had from a real friend.

Scorpius saves his for last. When he gets it out from under the tree he holds it reverently in both his hands, careful not to drop it. (He wrapped it up in his favourite jumper and tucked it safely in his trunk on the way back from school.)

In a way he doesn’t even care what it is; just the fact that he has it is enough. It’s a real present, from his real best friend. Albus cares enough about him to buy him something for Christmas!

He unwraps it as carefully as he can, keeping the paper perfectly pristine, and when he does he gives a quiet squeak of delight because it’s perfect. Albus is perfect. He’s given Scorpius a beautiful hardback book about the history of St Mungo’s, which looks absolutely fascinating, and a bumper pack of Pepper Imps.

Scorpius spends the rest of the day reading about the healers who founded the hospital, and occasionally spouting smoke from his ears. He’s still going when his mum comes to wish him goodnight.

“I’m amazed you have any of those left,” she says, nodding to the pack of Pepper Imps on the bed beside him.

He smiles and shuts the book. “It was a big bag... Are you okay?”

“I’m alright.” She perches on the edge of the bed beside him. “Albus is a good friend, isn’t he?”

Scorpius looks down at the book then hugs it to his chest. “I think he’s the best.”

“I’m glad you found him,” she says, ruffling his hair.

“Me too,” he murmurs, stroking his fingers down the front cover. “Me too.”

Albus doesn’t leave his present under the tree. He keeps it locked in his trunk under his bed, not wanting anyone to interfere with it. He doesn’t trust James.

After dinner he sneaks away while everyone is playing Exploding Snap, and hides in his room. He sits cross-legged on his bed and holds the present in his lap, just staring at it, and smoothing his fingers over the wrapping paper, which is patterned with snowflakes that swirl round and round. After a few minutes he shakes himself and starts tearing the paper off.

Scorpius has given him a pack of Chocolate Frogs (the accompanying note reads: ‘Sorry if any have your dad on. If they do I’ll trade you!’), and a silver potions knife with an emerald set in the hilt (‘I permanently borrowed this from my dad’s collection — with permission. I hope it’s okay’).

Albus stares down at his gifts, then he carefully rewraps them in the paper and tucks them back into his trunk, not a moment too soon. There’s a knock on his door that makes him jump.

“Albus?” That’s his mum’s voice.

“Yes?” He calls back.

The door opens and she appears on the threshold. “You are up here. I noticed you’d disappeared. I was worried.” She steps into the room. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet.”

Albus hugs himself. “I’m fine,” he says. “It’s just loud downstairs, and... I wanted to open my present from Scorpius.”

“Oh! He got you a present! I didn’t see one under the tree.”

“No, I...” Albus gives a little shrug. “I didn’t want James to mess with it.”

“Oh...” his mum sighs. “Albus... We wouldn’t have let him touch your presents.”

Albus bows his head, suddenly feeling very stupid, and rather warm in the face. “I know that, I just thought- I wanted to keep it to myself.”

Ginny nods. She hesitates for a moment just inside the room, and Albus doesn’t know if he wants her to come closer or not. “Do you want me to bring you any dessert?” She asks. “Before James eats it all?”

Albus shakes his head and sinks onto the edge of his bed. “No, that’s okay. I’m still full from earlier.”

“Well, if you change your mind...”

Albus glances up and manages a small smile. “I’ll let you know, thanks, Mum.”

She pauses a moment longer in the doorway, then strides across and bends down to give him a tight hug. “I hope you’re having a good Christmas,” she murmurs.

Albus closes his eyes and squeezes her in the tightest hug he can manage. He thinks about the potions knife, the pack of chocolate frogs, and the note offering Albus a trade for his cards, which might mean most of all.

“I think it’s okay,” he whispers. Everything feels a bit more okay knowing that his best friend is out there somewhere.

[booklover-01040]

To everyone who has tagged me the "what do you have in common with me" game. I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood to do it. I really apologise but I'm not feeling well.

But I really really appreciate the fact that you remembered me!:) Again I apologise:( I just wanted to say it...

Hope you have a great day/night 💚💜🌹

[definitelynotleaf-blog]

"And tell Christabel that promiscuity is just a word and that it shouldn't stop her having fun"

Wait... what??

STOP THINKING I'M A SLUT EVERYONE!!!

YOU ONLY MET ME ONCE!!!!!!!!!!

[midnightkrystal]

[ Busy until the end of the week. Forgive me. ]

[kissthefuture]

Do you think Abigail is going to be the Mischa of the television series Hannibal? Or will we see flashbacks of Mischa in an upcoming episode of the show?

The timing of this is great after my last reblog haha.

I don’t even know if the show wants to mention a sister at all in this timeline, so there’s no role to fill in that sense. But I think they’ve definitely taken inspiration from his relationship with Mischa, and Hannibal Rising in general for this storyline.

Mostly though, it feels like a set up of what could ultimately happen with Clarice (or a Clarice-like character if they don’t get the rights) in the Hannibal timeline. Abigail is definitely not a Clarice character, their stories are very different, so his attempts to make a little sister (or daughter for the show) may be more successful here. Oeuf already kind of gave us scenes from the book ending, and that all centers around his feelings for Mischa too.

So….yes and no, I guess.

[whitebellsleuth]

♛

((Captain Jack - Captain Jack))

Naoto's eyes narrowed in concentration as she kept her focus primary on the task at hand. The sound of shoes hitting the surface below at a quick-tempo overlapped the laboured breathing of both herself and the dark-haired male with her. Neither of them darked stop moving – no, the first of the pair to make even the slightest mistake would decide the victor of their battle. Noise roared in their ears as they continued to move, glares set on both their faces, but they didn't falter; they couldn't.

Suddenly, the noise stopped and both of them froze, staring in front of them with wide-eyes. Letters flashed across their line of vision before the results were posted...

On the left screen, A, and on the right...

“I believe I've just won our bet, Arisato-san,” Naoto said, a faint undertone of pride in her voice as she turned to face the male. “AA, and I thank you. Souji-kun and I shall wait for you by the entrance. We very much look forward to you treating us to lunch – I believe the restaurant you showed us earlier down the road will suffice. If you'll excuse me...”

Stepping off the dance pad, Naoto left Minato alone at the line of DDR machines. As he watched the sleuth leave, the male shoved his hands into his pockets and grunted in displeasure as he stepped down as well, muttering under his breath about and unfair advantage of speed and how dancing was “stupid.”