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Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 24

Baz

Curses are an interesting breed of magic.  They require a certain level of creativity.  Like a charm, curses are often made of the mage’s own words rather than the scripted lines of a spell.  The tricky thing about curses, though, is the choice of words.  Curses thrive on poetry.  They have a flair for the dramatic, eloquent lines of verse instead of magic thrown haphazardly into a few words.  

           Curses are showy and elegant, which is why they are so well-fitted to villains.

           This morning I’m out the door before Snow has even begun to stir, my wand tucked into my pocket.  The passages are cold with the morning frost, and birdsong echoes off the stone of the walls.

           I spent all of last evening crafting this curse, after I’d dumped the rest of my tea out the window.  Salt.  He’d turned the sugar into salt, and I hadn’t even had the sense to stop after the first sip. I just had to keep drinking, even before I was sure he had done anything to it.  Pride and spite are just two sides of the same coin.

           I’m the first one in the dining hall, which is exactly what I’d hoped for.  The tables are set, the chairs are tucked in, and the mouth-watering aroma of pastry wafts from behind the closed kitchen doors.  Immediately my eyes are drawn to a particular seat towards the right of the hall.  It’s the first place I look every time I enter, and from that moment on it’s the place I avoid looking at for the rest of the meal.

           As I make my way over to Snow’s seat, I find myself stepping lightly and my heart starting to pick up, like I think I might get caught.  The involuntary adrenaline of the oncoming curse increases as I reach the spot. What luck that Snow hasn’t sat anywhere else since our first year.

           Pulling my wand from my pocket, I cast a quick look around the room to make sure no one has snuck up on me, and take a breath that reaches deep within my belly, igniting that familiar spark of magic.  I lower the wand to tap Snow’s plate.

“Tick tock, hard as rock,

Stone and glass and marble block,

Soft and fluffy cherry scone

To his teeth be hard as bone,

Any food to touch this face,

Toughness of cement encase,

And when hands do wash this plate,

Return then to your former state.”

           I don’t see any obvious change in the plate I’m cursing, but I know it will work.  The spark has fanned into a flame, dancing through the wand and sinking into the glass.

           It takes a few seconds longer for my magic to burn out and my heart rate to slow back down, but as soon as I feel it soften I turn and leave the dining hall.

*** 

When I return later, I do the same thing as I always do.  I glance at Snow’s seat to find it empty still, and then make my way to my own table on the far side of the room.  Dev and Niall are already there, and they both give me a silent nod as I slide into my seat.  I can’t help but look back at Snow’s table, my eyes darting from the door to where Bunce is already waiting and back again.

           “Everything alright?” Dev catches me scanning the crowd of students.  “You look jumpy.”

           “Didn’t get much sleep,” I tell him, and he shrugs like he doesn’t particularly care if I’m telling the truth or not.

           When Snow appears in the doorway, I automatically drop my gaze back down to my empty plate.  I don’t see him sit down at his spot, exchange pleasantries with Bunce, jump back up to retrieve the famed sour cherry scones from the front of the hall, and yet I still manage to see all of it.  It’s in my periphery, it’s constantly on the edge of my awareness, biting through the shell I keep trying to put up around myself.

           I can’t help but watch when he brings the first scone to his mouth.

           The effect is visibly immediate.  His eyes widen and his free hand flies to his mouth. Bunce looks concerned, and Snow is staring at the scone in betrayal.  Tentatively he goes in for another, much smaller bite.  Once again he is the picture of dismay.

           My tea for your scones, I think.  Fair.

           But he looks so miserable that it almost takes some of the fun out of it.

           I see Bunce drop one of her own scones onto his plate, and I can’t help snickering at her mistake when he can’t bite into that one, either.

           I remember to look anywhere else just as Snow casts a withering glare in my direction.

           We’re even, don’t you dare try to pull anything.

           But if we don’t settle it officially, he will do just that.

           I push my chair back from the table and stand, mumbling an excuse of “not hungry” before stalking to the doors.  I feel Snow’s eyes on me the whole way.

           When he catches up with me, I’m leaning casually against the stone wall just out of sight of the dining hall, my arms crossed, a bored expression smoothed onto my face.  Snow marches up to me, red-cheeked and scowling.

           “What the fuck did you do, Baz?” he growls, his tone accusatory.

           “Magic, Snow,” I tell him, not wasting time pretending it wasn’t me.  “It’s what we came to Watford to learn, did no one ever tell you?”

           “You spelled my food?” he says like it’s the worst offense in the world.

           “Cursed, actually, and it’s the plate, not the scones themselves.  That’s why Bunce couldn’t help you.”

           He backs off an inch or two, crossing his arms over his chest in a mimic of my own posture.  “So that’s how you want to play?”

           “Don’t peg this on me, Snow,” I raise an eyebrow at him, “you’re the one who had to start something.”

           “But you responded,” he retorts, a lock of bronze falling into his eyes, “and you made it personal.”

           “Because what could be more personal than scones?”

           “I’m not kidding, Baz.”  He takes a confrontational step closer and I’m glad no one is around to see my shoulders stiffen.  “This isn’t over.”

           Of course it’s not.  Because he’s Simon Snow and I’m Baz Pitch, and we’re enemies.  It can never just be “over” for us.

           So I lean as close as I dare, holding his blazing gaze in my own.  “Fine,” I murmur, “have it your way.”

           “It’s on.”

           “Your move.”

anonymous asked:

This is a really random thought I had but like just imagine the face Bruno is making in ur icon is the face he makes before he dicks someone, he just can't help it whenever he's gettin some he just makes THE CREEPIEST faces like yeah thats it bye

so headcanon is better than the work of all the hc blogs combined. i whole-heartedly support this

like he’s having a romantic night with someone and they wanna face him while they fuck so he dims the lights he buries his face in their neck and holds them close while he thrusts into them

and they think he’s being sweet and romantic but he’s jUST TRYNA HIDE HIS FACE

I LOVE THIS
THIS IS HILARIOUS

Creepiest Ardyn line in the game and I didn’t know it existed until tonight. Saw a reblogged post and naturally had to see/hear for myself. It was not easy to get! He very rarely says it (or only does in 1.0?). Turned off music to really freak you out. I absolutely love Ardyn as a villain- he is just so sinister and hellbent on vengeance. I always wondered why he hadn’t considered killing Noct’s friends or turning them into demons, but apparently he did consider it!! My guess is that he didn’t because Noct would have nothing left to fight for if they were gone. He definitely tortures Noct every chance he gets towards the second half of the game, from Luna to Prompto to the final battle when he asks, “Does it hurt? It’s proof that you’re mortal!”

randomampersand  asked:

What do you think is the best depiction of the Martian tripods?

Truthfully, I’ve yet to actually see a film version that used the Martian fighting machines’ really terrifying attributes. To me, the really definitive film version of War of the Worlds hasn’t been made yet (the period setting is non-negotiable). The scariest trait of the Martian fighting machines was that they were designed to fight a kind of war based on total extermination, which is something we’re not used to; imagine if a tank were redesigned to kill as many civilians as possible.

For example, George Pal brought their disintegrating heat ray to screen, but not the more viscerally horrifying weapon, the black poison gas they fired from the underside that were used to kill civilians in huge quantities. A few versions had the pseudomuscular tentacles, which were used to kill, crush, tear trees out, and rip humans in half, and are just an eerie, alien image unlike any earthly technology.

The creepiest part of the War of the Worlds, which seldom makes it to film adaptations, was the fact that, at times, it was not just conquest but also an ecological attack, like a red seaweed that eerily glows in the dark that started to grow over the entire countryside and choked the Thames River.

The Martian fighting machines get all the attention, but they were not the only war craft that the Martians brought to Earth in the War of the Worlds. One was a metallic segmented wormlike drilling robot used to dig in the earth, and another was a crablike lifter used to capture and store humans. The Martians did have a heavier than air flying vehicle, but it seems they were mostly used the same way that airplanes were used at the beginning of World War I, for reconnaissance instead of as attack craft.

The Martian flying ships were the closest the book had to having the coppery manta ray craft from George Pal’s War of the Worlds. I can’t fault George Pal for not using the tripod fighting machine in his movie, because in 1897, the potential of flight in war was barely understood. By 1953, we had a better picture of how effectively it could be used, so why not make them flying craft? One of the funniest parts of the War of the Worlds is that it was easier to imagine the existence of Martians than it was to imagine heavier than air travel. That was a little too farfetched to put front and center!

The new clip made me realize:
Joey, you’ve been challenging him to a wrong kind of duel all this time!

..because nothing can stand against Joey’s creepy chin!

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