16 Oct 2018
Revenge is the misguided attempt to transform shame and pain into pride. Being forsaken and neglected, ignored and forgotten, revenge seems a fairly competent obligation at this point.
Skylar is the boy who lived, that's why he's important. I'm not Skylar.
Going to Hogwarts is part of the plan, waking the basilisk is part of the plan, taking potions, learning spells, being tortured, murdering others, watching people di-
I’m going to tell you a story, although it’s a bit long. I’m going to make you listen, because I want you to understand how you made me a monster. I’ll call this story antithesis, and you’re going to learn every single moment where things went wrong. I want you to cry, and beg for me to kill you, and when I’m done with this, you’re going to want to do that to yourself. You’re going to listen, because in the end, you owe me that much. You owe me so much more, but here we are, and this is how it’s going to end. Who knows, maybe this useless battle between you and me and this bloody world, well, maybe we always were fated to kill each other.
Do you know what it is like to be unmade?
- Part 1 of Obverse
“It’s a mystery.” Adrian blank face stated.
Skylar giggled to himself. “No, no…it’s a riddle.”
Adrian blinked blankly. Skylar started to wilt, “it’s…a pun? You know? Because your name is Riddle?”
“I- what?” Adrian’s jaw dropped in surprise. “What the hell did you say?”
Skylar harmlessly dropping “his last name is Riddle” to Dumbledore + Order, and a dramatic Spit-take
- Part 2 of Obverse
“I don’t wear slippers.” Voldemort clipped out, resisting the temptation to slam his head against the nearest door.
“Yes you do.” Luna stated before taking another sip from her mug. “You’ll scuff the floors.”
“There were bloodstains on the floor!” Voldemort hissed, on the cusp of parseltongue.
Luna nodded as if that was a fair point. “There was blood on your feet too. But you cleaned them, and I cleaned my floors. Please don’t make me upset Mr. Dark Lord, I like clean floors.”
- Part 3 of Obverse
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
24 Aug 2018
I wish I could defend myself with the premise of this story.
Birthday Gift to ArcReactorsAndDragons, the plot semi-constructed with a secret group on Discord.
“Selwyn,” Draco stressed again, voice sounding strange although at this point they all had this bloody flu. “Selwyn, you’ve got tits.”
“What.” Adrian deadpanned, voice sounding off. His ears were plugged, his sinuses likely clogged as well. “I do not-”
For pointed effort, he lifted one hand to his chest and pressed inwards- and felt a firm undeniable mound.
Adrian stared. Draco stared.
Draco then flushed and looked away pointedly. Adrian took a second glance- Draco’s hair was past his shoulder.
“Oh shite.” Adrian summarized quite bluntly.
- Part 4 of Obverse