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[Darkness Ascendant he/him]

Just now, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

Why thank you.  Fun fact: the image took a minute to load, so at first I thought you'd tagged me in a blank post, which….kind of spooked me, not gonna lie.

aha

If you had highlighted said post you would have noticed that I had successfully predicted your death.

Next Tuesday.

[Darkness Ascendant he/him]

Um. So after rereading the story my friend wrote for me (the one in badday)

I decided to write my own version for this girl I've been talking to on tumblr lately. Well, she's been having long bouts of inactivity which have been worrying me so I decided to send her my version heh.

Um. Enjoy!  

Spoiler

 

We all come into the world in darkness, a shadowland it is then, we know not what we see or what we know. Each of us carry a glass jar, and in it are stars, stars which light our way and illuminate the shadows, reveal the answers. In our first days, when we are children, we are accompanied by the ones around us, they light our way for us and there isn’t a worry in the world. We give and share the stars in our jars freely, each a bundle of love, hope, compassion, joy, comfort. It is easy then, to share our stars with the ones around us, you laugh and exchange them freely, even if no-one gives you some of their stars in return.

But as you grow older, things start to change don’t they?
The people who guided your way, their light starts to dim, and soon it seems like you’re all alone, with your jar of stars. Blindly following their light. You find other stragglers in the dark, people whom you give your stars to in the hopes that they may find the light as well.

But sometimes these precious gifts aren’t appreciated. They refuse your stars, some abuse your love, they get turned down, thrown away.

And it hurts it hurts so much.

People. They don’t want to hurt. So they hide in the shadows, they don’t want to know the truth, to search for answers by the light of their stars. They grow possessive of what they have, colder, they stop sharing their light. They become isolated in the darkness, they decide that it is better to stay in the shadows then to reach out and have their stars discarded. They withdraw themselves, and the world grows darker for it.

But there are those brave souls that keep giving their stars no matter what. They soldier on and make the world a brighter place. But as they keep giving, doubt and worry gnaw at them in the back of their minds.We give away our light, our stars. Perhaps people accept these gifts...but we aren’t getting anything back.

And disquiet sets in. What if we run out of stars? What if we become perpetual shadows ourselves?

And so, some of them stop giving as well. They hunch over what little light they have and they sigh and turn away. Their stars become hidden to the world, the light is darkened instead of shining out to others in a beacon of hope.

But there is another type of person.

The type you are.

The sort of person that has witnessed their light diminish, given up to light the way for others. The sort that has had their light abused by the people around them. The sort that still fights on to fight the darkness. The sort that continues looking for answers, continues fighting, fighting, fighting.

It may seem like you are empty, that your stars have long diminished, but remember that others will come and kindle your light. Someone will appreciate you and love you for the amazing human being you are. They will give you their stars, and light the way for you.

It may seem like you are lost, that there is no purpose in shambling in the dark and hunting for answers to faceless questions, no point in lighting the way for others, no point in giving up your light for others. But there is always a reason, we fall so we can learn how to pick ourselves up again, we cry so we can appreciate the world more, remember and cherish the good times.

It may seem like there is no feeling in the world. But the world is in darkness, and there are others like you battling it, trying to light up the world, you just need to shine through the shadows and find them.

And yet.

You keep shining anyway.

You keep fighting, you keep shouldering the worries of the world, and cutting through the shadows.

Do you have any idea how beautiful that is?

You keep shining, you keep sharing your light, your warmth.

Some day, you will meet someone, and you will give to them your last star. Someone who will take your last rays of light, look at their brilliance, and smile. Someone who will appreciate what you just gave to them. And your heart will sing as they place it carefully in their own jar, adding to their light.

And as a tear runs down their cheek, they will grab a handful of their own stars, and fill up your empty jar.

Look at you. Standing in the shadows, alone you think. One day, you will realise that you were never alone, there were always others in the shadows helping you forward, pushing you and motivating you. And once you shine your light through the shadows, you will find them, their arms open and they will embrace you and whisper in your ear.

You did it

One day, I promise you this, you will realise that you were always appreciated and loved. That you were never lost or alone. And you will look back to these days and smile, realising that they shaped who you were, strengthened you, made you a better person. It may seem like all there is, is darkness. But once you shine through, you will realise that there is so, so much more.

You always brought beauty, love and warmth to the world. You bring care and wonder to the world. You kindle stars, reignite lights and help people on their way.

And if people don’t appreciate you, if they leave you feeling hopeless and lost, then remember that it is a fault on their part, there is nothing wrong with you. If they can’t see what an amazing person you are...don’t mind them, focus on the people who do appreciate you. Keep giving, Keep shining your stars to the world and bringing hope and life to the world.

You are an amazing person.

And you are appreciated and loved by the ones around you. Just look for where the shadows come from, and you will find us.

One day, you will realise just how beautiful and wonderful you are. This I promise.

 

[A Budgie she/her]

So I may have decided to try and attempt making a havah...
And I mentioned it to my friends, saying I wasn't sure what material to make it out of ('cause all the nice stuff for dresses is really expensive)...and someone suggested I make it out of lettuce...
Well, that would be cheap. Not sure about getting it to, y'know, actually be an item of clothing.

[Darkness Ascendant he/him]

2 minutes ago, A Budgie said:

So I may have decided to try and attempt making a havah...
And I mentioned it to my friends, saying I wasn't sure what material to make it out of ('cause all the nice stuff for dresses is really expensive)...and someone suggested I make it out of lettuce...
Well, that would be cheap. Not sure about getting it to, y'know, actually be an item of clothing.

Delicious  

[DreamLord_Erith he/him]

Random uplifting MLP picture!

Spoiler

 

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

6 hours ago, Darkness Ascendant said:

Um. So after rereading the story my friend wrote for me (the one in badday)

I decided to write my own version for this girl I've been talking to on tumblr lately. Well, she's been having long bouts of inactivity which have been worrying me so I decided to send her my version heh.

Um. Enjoy!  

  Hide contents

 

 

We all come into the world in darkness, a shadowland it is then, we know not what we see or what we know. Each of us carry a glass jar, and in it are stars, stars which light our way and illuminate the shadows, reveal the answers. In our first days, when we are children, we are accompanied by the ones around us, they light our way for us and there isn’t a worry in the world. We give and share the stars in our jars freely, each a bundle of love, hope, compassion, joy, comfort. It is easy then, to share our stars with the ones around us, you laugh and exchange them freely, even if no-one gives you some of their stars in return.

But as you grow older, things start to change don’t they?
The people who guided your way, their light starts to dim, and soon it seems like you’re all alone, with your jar of stars. Blindly following their light. You find other stragglers in the dark, people whom you give your stars to in the hopes that they may find the light as well.

But sometimes these precious gifts aren’t appreciated. They refuse your stars, some abuse your love, they get turned down, thrown away.

And it hurts it hurts so much.

People. They don’t want to hurt. So they hide in the shadows, they don’t want to know the truth, to search for answers by the light of their stars. They grow possessive of what they have, colder, they stop sharing their light. They become isolated in the darkness, they decide that it is better to stay in the shadows then to reach out and have their stars discarded. They withdraw themselves, and the world grows darker for it.

But there are those brave souls that keep giving their stars no matter what. They soldier on and make the world a brighter place. But as they keep giving, doubt and worry gnaw at them in the back of their minds.We give away our light, our stars. Perhaps people accept these gifts...but we aren’t getting anything back.

And disquiet sets in. What if we run out of stars? What if we become perpetual shadows ourselves?

And so, some of them stop giving as well. They hunch over what little light they have and they sigh and turn away. Their stars become hidden to the world, the light is darkened instead of shining out to others in a beacon of hope.

But there is another type of person.

The type you are.

The sort of person that has witnessed their light diminish, given up to light the way for others. The sort that has had their light abused by the people around them. The sort that still fights on to fight the darkness. The sort that continues looking for answers, continues fighting, fighting, fighting.

It may seem like you are empty, that your stars have long diminished, but remember that others will come and kindle your light. Someone will appreciate you and love you for the amazing human being you are. They will give you their stars, and light the way for you.

It may seem like you are lost, that there is no purpose in shambling in the dark and hunting for answers to faceless questions, no point in lighting the way for others, no point in giving up your light for others. But there is always a reason, we fall so we can learn how to pick ourselves up again, we cry so we can appreciate the world more, remember and cherish the good times.

It may seem like there is no feeling in the world. But the world is in darkness, and there are others like you battling it, trying to light up the world, you just need to shine through the shadows and find them.

And yet.

You keep shining anyway.

You keep fighting, you keep shouldering the worries of the world, and cutting through the shadows.

Do you have any idea how beautiful that is?

You keep shining, you keep sharing your light, your warmth.

Some day, you will meet someone, and you will give to them your last star. Someone who will take your last rays of light, look at their brilliance, and smile. Someone who will appreciate what you just gave to them. And your heart will sing as they place it carefully in their own jar, adding to their light.

And as a tear runs down their cheek, they will grab a handful of their own stars, and fill up your empty jar.

Look at you. Standing in the shadows, alone you think. One day, you will realise that you were never alone, there were always others in the shadows helping you forward, pushing you and motivating you. And once you shine your light through the shadows, you will find them, their arms open and they will embrace you and whisper in your ear.

You did it

One day, I promise you this, you will realise that you were always appreciated and loved. That you were never lost or alone. And you will look back to these days and smile, realising that they shaped who you were, strengthened you, made you a better person. It may seem like all there is, is darkness. But once you shine through, you will realise that there is so, so much more.

You always brought beauty, love and warmth to the world. You bring care and wonder to the world. You kindle stars, reignite lights and help people on their way.

And if people don’t appreciate you, if they leave you feeling hopeless and lost, then remember that it is a fault on their part, there is nothing wrong with you. If they can’t see what an amazing person you are...don’t mind them, focus on the people who do appreciate you. Keep giving, Keep shining your stars to the world and bringing hope and life to the world.

You are an amazing person.

And you are appreciated and loved by the ones around you. Just look for where the shadows come from, and you will find us.

One day, you will realise just how beautiful and wonderful you are. This I promise.

 

I... identify with this, it makes me feel... melancholy? Something bitter-sweet. Thanks @Darkness Ascendant, it means a lot to me that people understand. I'm proud of your impressive word count, and I'll go read your story as soon as I'm able. Thank you.

[Orlion Blight he/him]

5 hours ago, A Budgie said:

So I may have decided to try and attempt making a havah...
And I mentioned it to my friends, saying I wasn't sure what material to make it out of ('cause all the nice stuff for dresses is really expensive)...and someone suggested I make it out of lettuce...
Well, that would be cheap. Not sure about getting it to, y'know, actually be an item of clothing.

Sooo... you're making a lettuce wrap?  

[marsoupial they/them]

21 hours ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

So, @Quiver and I were talking/ranting about Harry Potter, and I wound up mentioning that, according to Pottermore, a Malfoy ancestor had had designs on marrying Queen Elizabeth I. Quiver pointed out the connection to the Tenth Doctor there, and while I'm not entirely sure how all the ancestry stuff would work out, but….well, I wrote a thing. 

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One minute Draco was staring at the Vanishing Cupboard, seemingly damaged beyond repair. The next, he was stumbling back from the giant blue box that landed on it. 

There were a few things he could say to such an event. Oh God oh God oh God was one of them. The box had utterly obliterated what was left of the Cupboard, purchased at such great expense, and now it was gone—and with it his chances of pleasing the Dark Lord. What the bloody hell was another one, but at the moment, his mind was too rattled from the big blue box suddenly appearing in a school cast with so many anti-Apparition spells he was surprised Apparating wizards weren't automatically repelled into the sea. So what he stammered out was a good deal less coherent than anything he might have otherwise said. 

Just as he righted himself, and just before he began to gather his thoughts, the door swung open and a man's head poked out. That it was actually connected to the rest of him struck Draco as only slightly odd, though not at all unwelcome. His brown hair looked a bit mussed, his blue suit a tad rumpled, but his face broke into a grin when his eyes snagged on Draco. 

"Oh, good. There you are. Come now, get in. We don't have much time." 

Somehow, by some miracle, Draco found his voice, if not the words to match it. "Get…get in?" 

"Yes, into the TARDIS. Like I said, we haven't much time—" 

"The…?" 

The wide and bright smile dimmed. "What, you're saying your parents never told you about the TARDIS?" 

"….TARDIS?" 

Now the smile was gone, replaced by a furrowed brow and a frown of consternation. The stranger stepped all the way out of the box—the TARDIS, apparently—and stepped forward until he was close enough that Draco could've seized the buttons on his suit. He didn't, though. When a powerful stranger stepped that close, you kept as much distance as you could. "You're saying that your parents never once told you about your great-great-great-great-I'm-really-getting-bored-listing-all-these-greats grandfather?" 

Draco Malfoy was sixteen. His voice had broken years before, repairing itself more quickly than those belonging to some of his peers, though still too slowly for his liking. But when he spoke, it was in an ungodly half-tenor half-soprano combination not heard since he was fourteen. 

"My what?" 

 

Expand on this please I need more of this in my life

[Oversleep]

I've just seen Big Hero 6

Edited April 23, 2017 by Oversleep

[Delightful]

9 minutes ago, Oversleep said:

I've just seen Big Hero 6

Woooooo!

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

@The Honor Spren @Darkness Ascendant @bleeder @Quiver

 

Spoiler

The TARDIS was bigger on the inside. 

This came as little surprise to Draco, having spent much of the past few years in a castle that, by all appearances, was far too small to house all the classrooms and dungeons and moving stairways it held. The strange blue box had caught him in the Room of Requirement, a place known for shrinking and growing in response to the one who used it, never mind such pesky things as "realistic use of space." Just another thing wizards didn't often concern themselves with. 

What surprised him was that he walked inside of his own volition.

He'd done some dumb things over the past few years. One thing in particular, one idiotic decision that made all his other idiotic decisions look like the invention of the self-spelling wand. And despite his brain warning him against following the cheery stranger into the mysterious blue box, despite his better judgment reminding him of the ongoing consequences of that past grand act of mental deficiency every step of the way, he was now inside. The door was closed, and he could see the Room of Requirement through those latticed windows, but he was surrounded on all sides by a circular, copper-plated room ringing a raised dias with strange metal pillars branching out here and there, like deer antlers arranged in some manner that made sense only to the one doing the arranging. 

The stranger—he'd called himself the Doctor—practically skipped to the central pillar, a tall glass tube shot through with green light a shade too pale to be a Killing Curse. A circular panel, shaped like a flattened globe, surrounded the pillar, covered with buttons and levers and dials. The Doctor pulled a lever and flipped a switch, chattering all the while about how Draco ought to make himself at home, he had no idea how long they'd be gone, no more than an hour if he didn't have the timelines confused. 

Draco cast another quick glance out the window, wondering if he should dash out. He could've sworn he'd read a horror story just like this. 

"Draco?" 

He turned with a start and saw the Doctor, still at that panel, still fiddling with a lever as if the whole mess made any sense. "Yeah?" 

The Doctor flashed a quick grin, then returned to whatever the hell he was doing. "I asked if you knew exactly when Riddle starts being a nuisance." 

"Riddle?" The name sounded vaguely familiar, like a word whispered in a nightmare mostly forgotten on waking. 

"Yes. Old Moldy-Shorts, if you'd rather." 

"Moldy…." A cold pit slowly formed in his stomach. The nightmare was coming back to him, piece by piece, detail by detail. 

"Oh, does nobody call him that?" He stuck out his lower lip in momentary contemplation. "Can't see why. Perfectly good nickname, much better than the one he's got, if you ask me." 

Moldy-Shorts. It rhymed with something, something he would never in his right mind say. Something only Potter and Dumbledore were stupid enough to bandy about as calmly as you'd announce the weather. 

Draco didn't want to say it. Didn't want to drag him into the TARDIS, take him along on whatever bizarre adventure the Doctor was planning. Didn't want to see that smile replaced by whatever lurked beneath it. 

Then again, the Doctor was almost at the truth. Perhaps he'd be less angry if he didn't have to walk those last few steps toward it. 

"You mean the Dark Lord?" 

"Well, that's one name for him, I suppose, though I do prefer Moldy-Shorts. Though—" He broke off, paused with his hand on a switch, and turned his full gaze on Draco. "Why are you calling him that? I thought that…." 

Might as well get this over with, he thought, reaching for his sleeve. 

"Draco?" The Doctor's voice was soft, apprehensive, almost compassionate. It made him hate what he was about to do all the more. 

He looked away—and yanked up his sleeve. 

"Oh…." That was the first thing he heard. Draco didn't look. Oh could mean Oh no or Oh I knew it or Oh now you've done it and he couldn't tell what this one meant. He'd find out soon enough. 

"Oh, Draco." He had to look when a hand gently closed around his wrist, when another hand tugged his sleeve down. 

The Doctor's eyes were sad—the saddest Draco could remember seeing on anyone. He wore the look of a man who'd seen his family die. Draco wondered if he ought to believe the whole distant-grandson claim, little sense as it made. 

"He—he took—" The Doctor shut his mouth, his lips pressing into a firm line. Just like that, the sorrow burned off like kerosene in flame, replaced by something else. Something Draco was surprised he hadn't seen until now. 

Fury. 

The Doctor released Draco's wrist and marched toward the center console and, reaching it, fixed him with a look. "You'd best hold on tight." 

He found a handhold on one of the metal antler things, wondering if he'd stoke that anger with a question. "Where're we going?" 

"Where do you think?" The Doctor pulled a lever, and the TARDIS lurched into motion, making Draco grateful for the handhold. "Riddle's stolen my family. He's not getting away with this." 

 

[Delightful]

4 minutes ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

@The Honor Spren @Darkness Ascendant @bleeder @Quiver

 

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The TARDIS was bigger on the inside. 

This came as little surprise to Draco, having spent much of the past few years in a castle that, by all appearances, was far too small to house all the classrooms and dungeons and moving stairways it held. The strange blue box had caught him in the Room of Requirement, a place known for shrinking and growing in response to the one who used it, never mind such pesky things as "realistic use of space." Just another thing wizards didn't often concern themselves with. 

What surprised him was that he walked inside of his own volition.

He'd done some dumb things over the past few years. One thing in particular, one idiotic decision that made all his other idiotic decisions look like the invention of the self-spelling wand. And despite his brain warning him against following the cheery stranger into the mysterious blue box, despite his better judgment reminding him of the ongoing consequences of that past grand act of mental deficiency every step of the way, he was now inside. The door was closed, and he could see the Room of Requirement through those latticed windows, but he was surrounded on all sides by a circular, copper-plated room ringing a raised dias with strange metal pillars branching out here and there, like deer antlers arranged in some manner that made sense only to the one doing the arranging. 

The stranger—he'd called himself the Doctor—practically skipped to the central pillar, a tall glass tube shot through with green light a shade too pale to be a Killing Curse. A circular panel, shaped like a flattened globe, surrounded the pillar, covered with buttons and levers and dials. The Doctor pulled a lever and flipped a switch, chattering all the while about how Draco ought to make himself at home, he had no idea how long they'd be gone, no more than an hour if he didn't have the timelines confused. 

Draco cast another quick glance out the window, wondering if he should dash out. He could've sworn he'd read a horror story just like this. 

"Draco?" 

He turned with a start and saw the Doctor, still at that panel, still fiddling with a lever as if the whole mess made any sense. "Yeah?" 

The Doctor flashed a quick grin, then returned to whatever the hell he was doing. "I asked if you knew exactly when Riddle starts being a nuisance." 

"Riddle?" The name sounded vaguely familiar, like a word whispered in a nightmare mostly forgotten on waking. 

"Yes. Old Moldy-Shorts, if you'd rather." 

"Moldy…." A cold pit slowly formed in his stomach. The nightmare was coming back to him, piece by piece, detail by detail. 

"Oh, does nobody call him that?" He stuck out his lower lip in momentary contemplation. "Can't see why. Perfectly good nickname, much better than the one he's got, if you ask me." 

Moldy-Shorts. It rhymed with something, something he would never in his right mind say. Something only Potter and Dumbledore were stupid enough to bandy about as calmly as you'd announce the weather. 

Draco didn't want to say it. Didn't want to drag him into the TARDIS, take him along on whatever bizarre adventure the Doctor was planning. Didn't want to see that smile replaced by whatever lurked beneath it. 

Then again, the Doctor was almost at the truth. Perhaps he'd be less angry if he didn't have to walk those last few steps toward it. 

"You mean the Dark Lord?" 

"Well, that's one name for him, I suppose, though I do prefer Moldy-Shorts. Though—" He broke off, paused with his hand on a switch, and turned his full gaze on Draco. "Why are you calling him that? I thought that…." 

Might as well get this over with, he thought, reaching for his sleeve. 

"Draco?" The Doctor's voice was soft, apprehensive, almost compassionate. It made him hate what he was about to do all the more. 

He looked away—and yanked up his sleeve. 

"Oh…." That was the first thing he heard. Draco didn't look. Oh could mean Oh no or Oh I knew it or Oh now you've done it and he couldn't tell what this one meant. He'd find out soon enough. 

"Oh, Draco." He had to look when a hand gently closed around his wrist, when another hand tugged his sleeve down. 

The Doctor's eyes were sad—the saddest Draco could remember seeing on anyone. He wore the look of a man who'd seen his family die. Draco wondered if he ought to believe the whole distant-grandson claim, little sense as it made. 

"He—he took—" The Doctor shut his mouth, his lips pressing into a firm line. Just like that, the sorrow burned off like kerosene in flame, replaced by something else. Something Draco was surprised he hadn't seen until now. 

Fury. 

The Doctor released Draco's wrist and maplerched toward the center console and, reaching it, fixed him with a look. "You'd best hold on tight." 

He found a handhold on one of the metal antler things, wondering if he'd stoke that anger with a question. "Where're we going?" 

"Where do you think?" The Doctor pulled a lever, and the TARDIS lurched into motion, making Draco grateful for the handhold. "Riddle's stolen my family. He's not getting away with this." 

 

please. MOAR.

 

You're awesome kthxbai.

[Oversleep]

... toilet is weird. I mean, everything when your mind wanders free (like, I don't know, cleaning, commuting, that kind of stuff) and you start having ideas.

I just had an idea for turn-everything-on-its-head superhero story

I don't need more ideas! I have Soulsmiths to develop, research for Lanternlight and a few bundles of ideas (fantasy in simulated reality thing - Perfect State/True Names kind of thing; elemental setting like BIONICLE thing... my list of loose ideas is even longer)...
---
About Big Hero 6: I didn't know it's a superhero story and I was pleasently surprised. Anyway, love how they've done designs for the heroes and the villain. Fresh.

Edited April 23, 2017 by Oversleep

[+Slowswift]

On 4/22/2017 at 4:00 PM, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

So, @Quiver and I were talking/ranting about Harry Potter, and I wound up mentioning that, according to Pottermore, a Malfoy ancestor had had designs on marrying Queen Elizabeth I. Quiver pointed out the connection to the Tenth Doctor there, and while I'm not entirely sure how all the ancestry stuff would work out, but….well, I wrote a thing. 

  Reveal hidden contents

One minute Draco was staring at the Vanishing Cupboard, seemingly damaged beyond repair. The next, he was stumbling back from the giant blue box that landed on it. 

There were a few things he could say to such an event. Oh God oh God oh God was one of them. The box had utterly obliterated what was left of the Cupboard, purchased at such great expense, and now it was gone—and with it his chances of pleasing the Dark Lord. What the bloody hell was another one, but at the moment, his mind was too rattled from the big blue box suddenly appearing in a school cast with so many anti-Apparition spells he was surprised Apparating wizards weren't automatically repelled into the sea. So what he stammered out was a good deal less coherent than anything he might have otherwise said. 

Just as he righted himself, and just before he began to gather his thoughts, the door swung open and a man's head poked out. That it was actually connected to the rest of him struck Draco as only slightly odd, though not at all unwelcome. His brown hair looked a bit mussed, his blue suit a tad rumpled, but his face broke into a grin when his eyes snagged on Draco. 

"Oh, good. There you are. Come now, get in. We don't have much time." 

Somehow, by some miracle, Draco found his voice, if not the words to match it. "Get…get in?" 

"Yes, into the TARDIS. Like I said, we haven't much time—" 

"The…?" 

The wide and bright smile dimmed. "What, you're saying your parents never told you about the TARDIS?" 

"….TARDIS?" 

Now the smile was gone, replaced by a furrowed brow and a frown of consternation. The stranger stepped all the way out of the box—the TARDIS, apparently—and stepped forward until he was close enough that Draco could've seized the buttons on his suit. He didn't, though. When a powerful stranger stepped that close, you kept as much distance as you could. "You're saying that your parents never once told you about your great-great-great-great-I'm-really-getting-bored-listing-all-these-greats grandfather?" 

Draco Malfoy was sixteen. His voice had broken years before, repairing itself more quickly than those belonging to some of his peers, though still too slowly for his liking. But when he spoke, it was in an ungodly half-tenor half-soprano combination not heard since he was fourteen. 

"My what?" 

 

 

1 hour ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

@The Honor Spren @Darkness Ascendant @bleeder @Quiver

 

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The TARDIS was bigger on the inside. 

This came as little surprise to Draco, having spent much of the past few years in a castle that, by all appearances, was far too small to house all the classrooms and dungeons and moving stairways it held. The strange blue box had caught him in the Room of Requirement, a place known for shrinking and growing in response to the one who used it, never mind such pesky things as "realistic use of space." Just another thing wizards didn't often concern themselves with. 

What surprised him was that he walked inside of his own volition.

He'd done some dumb things over the past few years. One thing in particular, one idiotic decision that made all his other idiotic decisions look like the invention of the self-spelling wand. And despite his brain warning him against following the cheery stranger into the mysterious blue box, despite his better judgment reminding him of the ongoing consequences of that past grand act of mental deficiency every step of the way, he was now inside. The door was closed, and he could see the Room of Requirement through those latticed windows, but he was surrounded on all sides by a circular, copper-plated room ringing a raised dias with strange metal pillars branching out here and there, like deer antlers arranged in some manner that made sense only to the one doing the arranging. 

The stranger—he'd called himself the Doctor—practically skipped to the central pillar, a tall glass tube shot through with green light a shade too pale to be a Killing Curse. A circular panel, shaped like a flattened globe, surrounded the pillar, covered with buttons and levers and dials. The Doctor pulled a lever and flipped a switch, chattering all the while about how Draco ought to make himself at home, he had no idea how long they'd be gone, no more than an hour if he didn't have the timelines confused. 

Draco cast another quick glance out the window, wondering if he should dash out. He could've sworn he'd read a horror story just like this. 

"Draco?" 

He turned with a start and saw the Doctor, still at that panel, still fiddling with a lever as if the whole mess made any sense. "Yeah?" 

The Doctor flashed a quick grin, then returned to whatever the hell he was doing. "I asked if you knew exactly when Riddle starts being a nuisance." 

"Riddle?" The name sounded vaguely familiar, like a word whispered in a nightmare mostly forgotten on waking. 

"Yes. Old Moldy-Shorts, if you'd rather." 

"Moldy…." A cold pit slowly formed in his stomach. The nightmare was coming back to him, piece by piece, detail by detail. 

"Oh, does nobody call him that?" He stuck out his lower lip in momentary contemplation. "Can't see why. Perfectly good nickname, much better than the one he's got, if you ask me." 

Moldy-Shorts. It rhymed with something, something he would never in his right mind say. Something only Potter and Dumbledore were stupid enough to bandy about as calmly as you'd announce the weather. 

Draco didn't want to say it. Didn't want to drag him into the TARDIS, take him along on whatever bizarre adventure the Doctor was planning. Didn't want to see that smile replaced by whatever lurked beneath it. 

Then again, the Doctor was almost at the truth. Perhaps he'd be less angry if he didn't have to walk those last few steps toward it. 

"You mean the Dark Lord?" 

"Well, that's one name for him, I suppose, though I do prefer Moldy-Shorts. Though—" He broke off, paused with his hand on a switch, and turned his full gaze on Draco. "Why are you calling him that? I thought that…." 

Might as well get this over with, he thought, reaching for his sleeve. 

"Draco?" The Doctor's voice was soft, apprehensive, almost compassionate. It made him hate what he was about to do all the more. 

He looked away—and yanked up his sleeve. 

"Oh…." That was the first thing he heard. Draco didn't look. Oh could mean Oh no or Oh I knew it or Oh now you've done it and he couldn't tell what this one meant. He'd find out soon enough. 

"Oh, Draco." He had to look when a hand gently closed around his wrist, when another hand tugged his sleeve down. 

The Doctor's eyes were sad—the saddest Draco could remember seeing on anyone. He wore the look of a man who'd seen his family die. Draco wondered if he ought to believe the whole distant-grandson claim, little sense as it made. 

"He—he took—" The Doctor shut his mouth, his lips pressing into a firm line. Just like that, the sorrow burned off like kerosene in flame, replaced by something else. Something Draco was surprised he hadn't seen until now. 

Fury. 

The Doctor released Draco's wrist and marched toward the center console and, reaching it, fixed him with a look. "You'd best hold on tight." 

He found a handhold on one of the metal antler things, wondering if he'd stoke that anger with a question. "Where're we going?" 

"Where do you think?" The Doctor pulled a lever, and the TARDIS lurched into motion, making Draco grateful for the handhold. "Riddle's stolen my family. He's not getting away with this." 

 

I am so sorry I didn't get around to reading these earlier.  

Which reminds me: I never got around to finishing your Potterfic (I blame the dumb web filter). What sites are it on again? I'd love to finish reading it.  

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

9 minutes ago, Slowswift said:

 

I am so sorry I didn't get around to reading these earlier.  

Which reminds me: I never got around to finishing your Potterfic (I blame the dumb web filter). What sites are it on again? I'd love to finish reading it.  

No worries.  I'm basically just writing this one for fun, anyway.

Ive actually taken that one down, simply because 1) I wasn't updating it and 2) I've incorporated some elements of that story into an original fiction story. The original fiction is still very much under construction, though I know I'll need gamma readers later on, after a few revisions. 

[+Slowswift]

32 minutes ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

No worries.  I'm basically just writing this one for fun, anyway.

Ive actually taken that one down, simply because 1) I wasn't updating it and 2) I've incorporated some elements of that story into an original fiction story. The original fiction is still very much under construction, though I know I'll need gamma readers later on, after a few revisions. 

It was fun to read, too.  

Oh.  Either way, it was amazing, and definitely helped me appreciate Malfoy more (I actually went as him for Halloween one year, but even then I didn't really care for the guy). Thanks for writing what you did.

[A Budgie she/her]

3 hours ago, Oversleep said:

I've just seen Big Hero 6

Yeah!

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

2 hours ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

@The Honor Spren @Darkness Ascendant @bleeder @Quiver

 

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The TARDIS was bigger on the inside. 

This came as little surprise to Draco, having spent much of the past few years in a castle that, by all appearances, was far too small to house all the classrooms and dungeons and moving stairways it held. The strange blue box had caught him in the Room of Requirement, a place known for shrinking and growing in response to the one who used it, never mind such pesky things as "realistic use of space." Just another thing wizards didn't often concern themselves with. 

What surprised him was that he walked inside of his own volition.

He'd done some dumb things over the past few years. One thing in particular, one idiotic decision that made all his other idiotic decisions look like the invention of the self-spelling wand. And despite his brain warning him against following the cheery stranger into the mysterious blue box, despite his better judgment reminding him of the ongoing consequences of that past grand act of mental deficiency every step of the way, he was now inside. The door was closed, and he could see the Room of Requirement through those latticed windows, but he was surrounded on all sides by a circular, copper-plated room ringing a raised dias with strange metal pillars branching out here and there, like deer antlers arranged in some manner that made sense only to the one doing the arranging. 

The stranger—he'd called himself the Doctor—practically skipped to the central pillar, a tall glass tube shot through with green light a shade too pale to be a Killing Curse. A circular panel, shaped like a flattened globe, surrounded the pillar, covered with buttons and levers and dials. The Doctor pulled a lever and flipped a switch, chattering all the while about how Draco ought to make himself at home, he had no idea how long they'd be gone, no more than an hour if he didn't have the timelines confused. 

Draco cast another quick glance out the window, wondering if he should dash out. He could've sworn he'd read a horror story just like this. 

"Draco?" 

He turned with a start and saw the Doctor, still at that panel, still fiddling with a lever as if the whole mess made any sense. "Yeah?" 

The Doctor flashed a quick grin, then returned to whatever the hell he was doing. "I asked if you knew exactly when Riddle starts being a nuisance." 

"Riddle?" The name sounded vaguely familiar, like a word whispered in a nightmare mostly forgotten on waking. 

"Yes. Old Moldy-Shorts, if you'd rather." 

"Moldy…." A cold pit slowly formed in his stomach. The nightmare was coming back to him, piece by piece, detail by detail. 

"Oh, does nobody call him that?" He stuck out his lower lip in momentary contemplation. "Can't see why. Perfectly good nickname, much better than the one he's got, if you ask me." 

Moldy-Shorts. It rhymed with something, something he would never in his right mind say. Something only Potter and Dumbledore were stupid enough to bandy about as calmly as you'd announce the weather. 

Draco didn't want to say it. Didn't want to drag him into the TARDIS, take him along on whatever bizarre adventure the Doctor was planning. Didn't want to see that smile replaced by whatever lurked beneath it. 

Then again, the Doctor was almost at the truth. Perhaps he'd be less angry if he didn't have to walk those last few steps toward it. 

"You mean the Dark Lord?" 

"Well, that's one name for him, I suppose, though I do prefer Moldy-Shorts. Though—" He broke off, paused with his hand on a switch, and turned his full gaze on Draco. "Why are you calling him that? I thought that…." 

Might as well get this over with, he thought, reaching for his sleeve. 

"Draco?" The Doctor's voice was soft, apprehensive, almost compassionate. It made him hate what he was about to do all the more. 

He looked away—and yanked up his sleeve. 

"Oh…." That was the first thing he heard. Draco didn't look. Oh could mean Oh no or Oh I knew it or Oh now you've done it and he couldn't tell what this one meant. He'd find out soon enough. 

"Oh, Draco." He had to look when a hand gently closed around his wrist, when another hand tugged his sleeve down. 

The Doctor's eyes were sad—the saddest Draco could remember seeing on anyone. He wore the look of a man who'd seen his family die. Draco wondered if he ought to believe the whole distant-grandson claim, little sense as it made. 

"He—he took—" The Doctor shut his mouth, his lips pressing into a firm line. Just like that, the sorrow burned off like kerosene in flame, replaced by something else. Something Draco was surprised he hadn't seen until now. 

Fury. 

The Doctor released Draco's wrist and marched toward the center console and, reaching it, fixed him with a look. "You'd best hold on tight." 

He found a handhold on one of the metal antler things, wondering if he'd stoke that anger with a question. "Where're we going?" 

"Where do you think?" The Doctor pulled a lever, and the TARDIS lurched into motion, making Draco grateful for the handhold. "Riddle's stolen my family. He's not getting away with this." 

 

Sweet Gloria, this is AMAZING!!!!!!! If there be any forces that govern this world, may they bless you in whatever endeavors you attempt! Thank you!!!!!!XD

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

33 minutes ago, Slowswift said:

It was fun to read, too.  

Oh.  Either way, it was amazing, and definitely helped me appreciate Malfoy more (I actually went as him for Halloween one year, but even then I didn't really care for the guy). Thanks for writing what you did.

Thanks.  

Wow. I definitely consider that high praise.  I do still have it saved on my computer, though at the moment I don't have any plans to continue. 

4 minutes ago, ShadowLord_Lith said:

Sweet Gloria, this is AMAZING!!!!!!! If there be any forces that govern this world, may they bless you in whatever endeavors you attempt! Thank you!!!!!!XD

Thanks.  

[A Budgie she/her]

So yesterday we were driving past this car, and I just caught a split-second glimpse of the lisence plate...I read it as saying LEGSLEGS1...
I looked back at it and it was actually saying LESLEYS1 or something similar...
But still...

[Darkness Ascendant he/him]

@TwiLyghtSansSparklesthat was astounding :0 amazing! You should join Tumblr (properly) and start posting your Fics there XD you would be basically worshipped

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Just now, Darkness Ascendant said:

@TwiLyghtSansSparklesthat was astounding :0 amazing! You should join Tumblr (properly) and start posting your Fics there XD you would be basically worshipped

Haha, thanks.  The only caveat to the Tumblr thing is getting anyone to pay attention to me there. The site is huge and most blogs seem to be buried in a sea of gifsets.  

[Darkness Ascendant he/him]

3 minutes ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

Haha, thanks.  The only caveat to the Tumblr thing is getting anyone to pay attention to me there. The site is huge and most blogs seem to be buried in a sea of gifsets.  

No seriously, if you introduce yourself to the hp fandom well enough and sorta integrate yourself well you could be going places. Yeah the site is huge and I'm sorta drowning in it XD but it's nice

[Silverblade5 he/him]

So, I was watching South Park. And they did an episode on MTG. And it was awesome.

[Mestiv he/him]

5 hours ago, A Budgie said:

So yesterday we were driving past this car, and I just caught a split-second glimpse of the lisence plate...I read it as saying LEGSLEGS1...
I looked back at it and it was actually saying LESLEYS1 or something similar...
But still...

But text written in metal cannot be changed,  what is this magic?!