Empire’s End confirms that Armitage Hux is not some poor child who was raised to be cruel, but instead chose to be so on his own.
This becomes plain when he is given his first command of fellow children. He sits alone in a room with his peers and decides to test his authority. His first order is this: “I want you to hit the boy to the right of you. Hard.”
The boy obeys immediately, and Armitage “feels a strange and sinister buzz of excitement” as he watches the boy bleed.
He could have issued any command: “take off your shoes and give them to me”, “quack like a duck”, or even “shut your eyes”. He chooses none of these, and instead moves immediately to violence. His goal is to cause harm to others–and it is a goal that is not influenced by anyone else. It is his choice. The decision rewards him with excitement and a thrill, and thus the foundation for his character is born: a cruel, sadistic monster who revels in genocide and hurting the innocent.
The other day, I wondered how the world of Harry Potter would be different if all students were sorted every year, rather than only in their first. So I wrote this.
Little is changed
from Harry Potter’s first year at Hogwarts. Still he sits under that
hat, thinking, not Slytherin;
still the Hat considers his potential before sending him to
Gryffindor. Still he is joined in Gryffindor by Ron Weasley and
Hermione Granger, still the Slytherin he so feared to be in will hold
Draco Malfoy. Little is different about the placement of the older
students, for all the Sorting Ceremony is made longer, and the Hat’s
song a little changed, with their participation. Fred and George
Weasley, like their younger brother, are still in Gryffindor.
Ambitious Percy Weasley may be in Slytherin by now, maybe not yet,
but he is a Prefect regardless. Oliver Wood or someone like him will
still be Harry’s first Quidditch Captain.
Harry’s second year, he and Ron are in more trouble than ever for
missing the Sorting Ceremony. Now the Hat must be got out again to
Sort these two boys who have caused such a stir, to confirm what
surprises no one: both will remain in Gryffindor this year. (This
time, Harry is once again thinking his wishes to the Hat, but instead
of not Slytherin, he
is pleading, Gryffindor, Gryffindor
– picturing the warm Gryffindor common room that is the first home
he has ever known, the first place that has welcomed him rather than
shut him away. The hat, once again, obeys his wishes.) Both boys are
relieved to find their House much the same as they left it; Hermione
Granger is in their midst again, joined by Ron’s shy little sister
Longbottom, who had been plagued throughout his first year in
Gryffindor by doubt as to his right to be there, is with them again,
too. They missed his silent drama at the Ceremony, too, as the boy
sat under the Hat that could see into his mind and reflected on the
end of term. He had remembered standing up to the three classmates he
thought he could call his friends, only to be left behind – hexed,
as he so often was, ridiculed. More proof that he did not belong in
the brave House. But he remembered, too, Dumbledore’s voice at the
end-of-year feast – praising him for doing what was hard. He
remembered being awarded House points for this simple act, and with
the meagre sum, winning Gryffindor the House Cup. That heady feeling
of being, for just one moment, a celebrated hero – that was like
nothing else. That was worth a year and more of self-doubt. So
Neville now unpacked his bags in the Gryffindor dormitories again,
and, like Harry, he felt for the first time that he was home.
has grown complacent, all his friends staying with him from his first
year to his second. He hears the warnings of the older students on
his Quidditch team (some of whom go from one House’s team to the
next from year to year), the reminders that he will need to make new
friends soon, but he does not really believe them. He cannot imagine
his world changing even more than it has.
is why he feels as though his stomach has dropped out of his body, as
though he has fallen into some bottomless pit, when things change in
his third year. He is still in Gryffindor, yes, and still with Ron,
thank goodness for that, but Hermione Granger is no longer of their
House. Hermione, who spent the last term of her second year as a
statue, whose research was the only part of her that got to be a part
of the battle in the Chamber of Secrets, who scrambled and sweated
when she was unpetrified to pass all her courses in the remaining
days of term – despite the promises of the administration that
classes missed by the basilisk’s victims would not be held against
their grades. Hermione, who had been called an “insufferable
know-it-all” so many times that it had almost stopped hurting, who
had felt so frustrated with the cavalier attitude her fellow
Gryffindors took to classwork. She was now a Ravenclaw, the blue
insignia on her robes matching that of Ginny Weasley, who seemed to
have shrunk in on herself after the events of last term. (Ginny, like
Harry in his first year, sat under the Hat in her second year
thinking not Slytherin, not Slytherin,
but then she had paused, and thought, not Gryffindor,
too, because Riddle had possessed her despite her red-and-gold robes,
and because she did not feel brave.)
Hermione, and Luna Lovegood (here is one girl the Hat cannot imagine
placing anywhere but Ravenclaw, though it will surprise itself in
years to come) soon find each other in the Ravenclaw common room, and
form an odd, but tight, bond over the first few weeks of term.
Hermione finds that it is nice to have close friends who are girls;
she never had this in her two years in Gryffindor. She still finds
time to talk to Harry, to help him with an essay in the library or to
keep him company on restless Hogsmeade weekends or to walk with him
to Hagrid’s hut. They are still friends, and good ones; no
disparity of House can change the bond forged in fighting a mountain
troll together, and all they have been through together since.
explains this, at last, to Ron Weasley in the days before Christmas
vacation, when the dark looks he has been sending her all term
finally come to a head in a shouting match outside the Divination
tower. Ron, too quick to view matters in black and white, had seen
her Ravenclaw badge as a betrayal, a defection. Had imagined that
this was her choice, rather than the honest assessment of the Hat.
Had felt left behind, discarded, second-rate, dismissed like his
brothers’ hand-me-down robes that he wore. With Harry to remind him
not to be an ass, to remind Hermione that Ron was always like this,
they made up soon enough. Hermione laughed and called Ron an idiot,
but fondly; and he laughed back, and told her that the blue and
silver only made her look more the nerd. The trio were reunited, even
if they were in different houses.
after that fight at least, perhaps the difference of house was a
blessing in disguise. Crookshanks could not worry at Ron’s rat when
they lived in different common rooms. There was no fight between Ron
and Hermione about their pets; when Scabbers went missing, there was
no talk of foul play, only an agreement between the three friends
that they would try to find him. The
three were still present in the Shrieking Shack, two Gryffindor
children and one Ravenclaw, to bear witness to the true identity of
Scabbers, to bear witness to the reunion of the three living
Marauders. They still saved Buckbeak; they still lost Pettigrew.
raven-haired boy held his hands underneath the running faucet inside
the corner store’s restroom. His t-shirt and jacket laid crumbled on
the floor on top of his backpack that was leaning against the wall.
He took the bar of soap and ran it under the water, rubbing it until
suds began to form. Once the soap was foamy enough in his hands, he
began to scrub his arms, up to his elbows and then to his armpits
taking a little extra time there. He had deodorant and body spray
tucked away in that backpack of his.
Jones was homeless. This little sink was going to be his bath for
right now. At least he didn’t have school the next day, but he didn’t
want to walk around smelling like he walked out of a dumpster. He
would shower at the school, but since it was Saturday morning and
they were having some sort of sports game, he knew it would be too
risky. Once his body seemed to be covered in soap, he took some water
into his palms and began to rinse it off. He slipped off his beanie,
tucking it into his back pocket and then used the soap bar to rinse
his hair. He took the towel he had lifted from the locker rooms at
school and began to dry himself off.
situation he was in sucked. It was embarrassing but he had to make it
work. He didn’t have much money on him and his dad would barely offer
anything to him. Maybe he would offer one or two words of
encouragement, but words can’t buy food or clothes. He grabbed the
deodorant from his bag and rubbed it onto his armpits. Taking a quick
sniff of himself, he nodded in approval. Jughead got changed, packing
up his bath supplies and slipped out the beanie from his back pocket.
He adjusted it onto his head and draped the backpack over his
shoulders. Walking out of the bathroom, he snatched a few candy bars
and went to the counter. The clerk looked at Jughead and then started
to scan the bars. Jughead hadn’t noticed the droplets of water
sliding down his face until they dripped onto the counter.
teen paid for the bars and then walked out, unwrapping one of the
chocolate bars. He took a bite from it and then started down the
sidewalk. He munched away and surveying the neighborhood. Inside the
teen’s mind was his plot about where he was going to sleep. Which
house was empty or had a for sale sign? It wasn’t going to take long
to figure out how to shimmy through a window or unlock the door.
However, he did have to watch out for those alarms. The last time he
pried open a window, a loud beeping started and dogs in the
neighborhood started to bark. Before he could close the window, he
took off running in the opposite direction. He managed to find an
empty warehouse and sought shelter until the cops passed, but then he
ended up falling asleep.
that remained of the candy was its wrapper. He headed to the nearby
park, tossed the wrapper into the trash can and went to sit down at a
picnic table. He set his bag down and exhaled. The silence broke when
he heard his nickname. The boy turned his head in the direction and
saw his friend, Betty approaching him with a cute smile on her lips.
Had an awesome day teaching my 8 yr old brother how to skate board. And in exchange he helped me take this sick self portrait. I’m still in shock on how nice it turned out! Its a shame we couldn’t stay out all day.
Note: I started typing this up as soon as I read your message - I am amazed at how quickly some ideas come to me sometimes lol! (hence the delay in actually replying to your message). Hope this answers your request!
Peter Pan x Reader
Warnings: Nothing other than a small amount of unwanted advances.
you had been careful, that no one would ever find out, but you hadn’t taken
into consideration the fact that Tinkerbell had seen you numerous times. The
ex-fairy was close to Pan, had always been trusted by him, so you were not
surprised at all that she had gone running to him. She had always wanted him to
like her. It was quite pathetic how much she ran to him actually.
“There is no such thing as a secret.”
standing before Peter himself, in the camp that he had allowed you to stay in
with his Lost Boys, but instead of wandering it freely as you once did you find
yourself tied to a tree with rope that he had made appear out of nowhere with a
simple wave of his hand. The look in his eyes is the darkest you have ever seen
and given that you have seen him mad on more than one occasion this is
definitely something new and something rather terrifying for you too.
seen first-hand what he was capable of when he was angry.
never had many rules on this island [y/n], you know that, but what was the
FIRST thing I said to you when I gave you a home here?”