#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK

[mas-away]

hi i am. absolutely obsessed with your grandpa hermes + grandson odysseus art right now . theyre my reason for living i love them & thank you for them

I heared family bonding time I LOVE FAMILY BONDING TIME IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY DRAWINGS OF THEM AUAGAHA HERE HAVE MORE OF THEM PLEASE they have me in their grasps i cant lice without them too i hope ull like these too

[causeilikelix]

new to the blog but abt those felix throughts 😍😍 felix whos so tired of the members calling him innocent and babying him. yea its nice from time to time but hes a grown man ! so he goes 100% hard dom on you just so your moans can be heard in the dorm 🫣 also he would totally cover you in bite marks and hickeys just so he can get his point across to his group 💕

now THAT's what I'm taking about skhsfdlkfjsdlkfj

Like we all know that Felix is a lil guy with too much love in his body but soft =/= sub. He's a man very comfortable in his identity and the power he holds over you. Felix just wants to make his baby feel good but he also wants to prove a point...

Smut and warnings below the cut. MINORS DNI!!!!!!

↳  Words - 2.7k (and some change)

↳Warnings: SMUT duh, Soft!Dom Felix (I'm still getting used to writing Hard!Dom anyone) and a tough of Hard!Dom Lix at the end, afab!reader, relatively vanilla, fingering (f receiving), P in V, unprotected sex (don't), multiple orgasms, exhibitionism?, hickeys

You loved his innocent vibe!  You really did!  His angelic smile and his sweet words and actions is what drew you to him in the first place.  He was nothing but romantic and sweet all the time.  The best communicator, respectful of your boundaries, always treated you like a princess.  Honestly everyone needs their own personal Felix!!

But he’s tired.  He can’t help it.  All of his friends baby him so much!  Like Changbin said himself, Felix is happiness personified!  But enough is enough.  His sweet exterior is giving him a reputation he doesn’t want.  When his friends talk about their sex lives, they always make these jokes that Felix must be a little pillow prince who takes what he’s given and lets his partner take the lead.  In fact, his friends bet, he’s as innocent as can be and maybe you and him don’t even have sex at all!

He’s still grumbly about it when you get to the dorm one night, just to spend a little time together in between schedules.  He greets you with his normal warm hug and a sweet peck but you can sense something is off.  

Initially you stay in the living room to continue watching the movie the other guys are watching.  It’s some action film you couldn’t give two shits about.  Your legs are swung over Felix’s lap and he’s gently massaging your calves and thighs while he stares at the screen.  You can hear a few of the other guys snickering but you can’t make out what they’re saying.  When you glance at Felix, his eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is set.  Honestly it’s kind of hot and makes heat pool between your legs.  Let’s be honest though…. It’s Felix.  Almost everything he does can get you wet.

The boys laugh again and you note that it’s during a not particularly funny part of the movie.  This is where Felix breaks.  He pushes your legs off him and grabs your hand.

“Come on, babe, this isn’t very interesting.  Let’s go to my room.”  Felix whispered to you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

Your body immediately went hot and you had a feeling you knew what was on his mind.  He dragged you to his room and tossed the door shut behind him. 

His hands were cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss before the latch had fully closed.  You could simply melt into his kisses.  They always were deep and full of every ounce of love in his body.  Tonight, however, his lips were urgent and demanding. 

“I need you baby, please.”  He whispered against your mouth.  The need to show his friends that he wasn’t a little boy anymore coursed through him, but he would stop if you gave the word.

“Lix, I need you too.”  You managed out between kisses, “But what about the guys?  They’re right outside and-”

“Remember what we talked about last month?”  Felix kissed down your neck and pushed you back towards the bed. 

How could you forget?  Most of the time you and Felix had sex it was very mutual.  You didn’t do a whole lot of powerplay.  Maybe a sprinkling here and there when the situation was right, but Felix loved it when sex was a mutual expression of love.  A few weeks ago he asked you about exploring power play a little more and maybe experimenting with some kinks.  One of them was being listened to.  Not necessarily the real thing, but pretending like someone could walk in on you at any moment. 

With the boys right down the hall, that one held more risk than normal. 

“You wanna try it?”  You asked.  The back of your knees caught on the edge of the bed and you sat down.  Felix weaved his fingers through your hair and bent down to kiss you.  You parted your knees instinctively and Felix settled between them. 

With him above you like this, you felt small under him.  The thrill it gave you made your heart speed up.  You gripped his slim waist to pull him closer. 

“I want them to hear you while I fuck you dumb,” Felix’s voice dropped and octave.  It sent a shiver down your spine.  You always loved it when he got like this.  When he got too horny, his voice dropped and it made you wet in an instant.

Felix’s hands made quick work of your clothes.  He wasted no time in getting you naked, leaving your top and jeans in a pile on the floor.  Even though you hadn’t expected to have sex on this visit, you still wore one of your cuter underwear sets.   Baby pink with a little bit of lace at the top of the cups of the bra and the top of the panties, made even more innocent by a tiny rose in the center of both pieces. 

Felix swallowed thickly at the sight.  

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”  Felix whispered.  He maneuvered you onto the bed and hovered over you.  You clawed at his shirt, urging him to take it off.  He smirked and tugged it off.  “Just say the word and I’ll stop, okay?  Until then you're going to let me do whatever I want with you, right baby?”

“Yes, baby.”  You nodded in understanding.

You groaned at the sight of his chiseled chest.  Those gorgeous, defined ab muscles and his perfect little pink nipples made your mouth water.  Everything about him was beautiful from his head to his toes.  Not to mention his cock.  Speaking of, you wanted to see it immediately.  You tried to reach for his pants but he grabbed your wrists and shoved you back against the bed. 

“No touching without permission, got it baby?”  He cooed, “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.  I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?  It doesn’t take much to get my baby worked up.”

Felix slipped his hand into your underwear and seemed unfazed by the amount of slick in your panties.  To be honest, you thought that there should have been more.  The sudden show of power had your cunt gushing and clenching around nothing and you needed him inside you, um, yesterday. 

“Felix, please!”  You cried, pushing your hips up into his hand.  His digits rubbed small, slow circles on your clit.  Just enough to feel good but not enough to actually get anywhere. 

“What do you want, baby?  Good girls use their words.”  Felix chided, his fingers slipping lower to tap against your entrance but not going in. 

“I want you to touch me!  Please!”  You kept your voice quiet so that no one outside the door could hear you, but that wasn’t what Felix wanted. 

“You want me to touch you?  Alright, baby, I’m feeling nice today.”  Felix kept his eyes on your face as he slipped two of his fingers into your tight hole with basically no resistance.  He watched as your face screwed up in pleasure and your lips parted in a silent moan.  “Come on you can do better than that.”

With that, Felix pumped his fingers into you.  Quick thrusts wouldn’t get him where he wanted to go so he opted for long, deep strokes that pressed the pads of his fingers onto that special spot he’d found a few weeks ago.  The ball of his hand pressed deliciously against your clit with every thrust.  You swallowed a moan and turned your head to press your face into your arm to help silence yourself. 

At this, Felix threw three quick thrusts of his fingers into you.

“Uh uh,” he chided, “I want to hear those beautiful noises of yours, baby.  Let me know how good I’m making you feel, yeah?”

He pressed a few more deep and precise thrusts into you and this time you complied with a long, drawn out moan.  Felix grinned.  He continued like this for a few minutes, pressing his fingers in as deep as possible.  He resorted to pressing his hand against your clit and his fingers massaging that spot within you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.  You’re drenching my fingers already.  I can’t wait until you cream my cock, baby.  Keep moaning, just like that.”

He has you clenching and cumming on his fingers in seconds.  It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he gets your thighs shaking.  You’re moaning so loudly that you’re certain that the others can hear you.  Felix smiles through the whole thing.  His eyes are dark as he watches you cum just from his fingers. 

“Good girl, there it is.  Let’s see if you can take my cock, yeah?”

“Please.”  You moan loudly. 

Felix pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss.  He pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere in the room.  Next he strips from the rest of his clothes and his cock slaps against his stomach.  Precum pearled at his tip and your mouth watered.  You longed to take him in your mouth and suck him until he came but he had other plans.

“Hands and knees.  Now.”  Felix demands.  He pumps his cock a few times to make sure he’s hard enough.  How could he not be, though, as he watches you climb onto your hands and knees and present your ass and your glistening hole to him.  He leans over you and brushes his cock along your swollen folds.  “Good girl.  God, you have the most perfect ass…”  Felix palmed it appreciatively before pulling his hand back and landing a firm slap on the flesh.

“Fellix!”  you gasped when he landed a second slap.  

“That’s right, baby, remember who’s name you’re screaming when I make you cum.”  Felix’s deep voice rumbles. 

He lined up his tip at your entrance and rubbed it through your folds a few times, reveling in the way he could make you shiver every time his cock grazed your over-sensitive clit.  When you least expected it, Felix pushed his cock into your tight, warm cunt.  You both moaned out in unison when he bottomed out.  His long, thick cock filled you up perfectly.  It was as if your pussy was designed for him.  Felix swore that he could spend the rest of his life between your legs.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, darling?”

With that, he began thrusting.  Sometimes adjusting to someone’s cock in you is a thing of myth.  You can never get used to how perfectly he fills you up.  It may not be the longest, but it’s thick and it stretches you more than anything or anyone else ever has.  His cock has a perfect little curve to it that hits that little spot inside you whenever he angles his hips just right. 

Tonight, he’s determined to get all of the sounds out of you that he can.  So every single thrust is designed to do just that.  He shoves himself into your snug heat as deep as he can go every single time.  It’s like you can feel him in your throat.  Every thrust pushes his hips flush with your ass.  He takes a hand and presses on your back to push your chest onto the bed.  

“Fuuuuuck baby, you feel so good.”  Felix moaned, “Always so warm and tight for me, baby.”

“You feel so good inside of me,”  You moan back, struggling to get your words out between Felix’s rough thrusts, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Come on, moan for me baby, show them how good I make you feel.”

As if you had a choice.  His thrusts were hard and he shifted his hips until his tip speared into that spot over and over again.  Felix had found that spot by chance a few weeks ago when he was fingering you and now he made it a point to seek it out every time.  

Felix’s hand curled around your bodies and his fingers made contact with your clit immediately.  At this, you keened and let out the loudest moan of the night.  Your cunt clamped onto Felix’s cock and he bit his lip to keep from cumming right there.  Your tight, wet heat eas driving him crazy but you had to cum first.  

He could have sworn that the TV volume lowered.

“Come on baby, cum for me.”  Felix grunted, his finger swirling around your swollen clit.

Your walls clenched and fluttered around him.  Something in your belly pulled taut and you rocked yourself back on Felix’s cock.  The extra bit of friction made the coil pull tight.  You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to let your body relax so that Felix could take over and bring you to orgasm.  Your moans grew louder and louder as you got closer.

“Yes, yes, yes!”  You cried, “Fuck, Felix!  Right there!”

“That’s a good girl, cream my cock, baby.”  

The sound of the TV in the front room had stopped all together.

The extra pressure of you pushing back onto his cock was just the right thing.  The intense pressure in your stomach suddenly released all at once.  Your legs trembled and your body shook.  Felix took over and gripped your hips tightly.  He slowly guided your hips down towards the bed so you were laying flat, continuing his intense thrusts into your cunt.  He leaned over you and pressed his lips to the back of your neck. 

“Felix, don’t stop,”  you moaned, arching your back into him to keep his dick lodged inside you as deep as possible.  

Your orgasm washed over you in waves, each one resulting in a gush of wetness between your legs.  His hips kept drilling into you diligently.  He kissed along your shoulders and neck, sucking dark marks onto your skin.  The second you rolled over, he’d give you hickeys on your neck and breasts to match these.

When he sensed your orgasm coming to an end, he slowed his hips but kept his cock lodged within your tight walls.  He hadn’t come yet but he knew he had to give you a short break before he sought his own orgasm. 

“Was I loud enough?”  You giggled,  “What was that about?”

“The guys were making fun of me, saying things like… I couldn’t be a dom because I’m too innocent, that I’m just a pillow prince and I let you do all the work.”  Felix peppered soft kisses on your skin. 

“That’s not it at all baby!  We just like sex to be reciprocal, that’s all.”

“I know, but I guess I needed a little ego boost.”  Felix shrugged.

“Well if I get to come like that every time we need an ego boost, by all means,”  You giggled, rubbing your ass back into him and making his cock slide against your puffy walls, making you both gasp.  “I think you could stand to be a little meaner, though.”

“What?  You want me to be mean to you?”  Felix stared at you with large eyes.

“Maybe a little more.”

“Oh, so you want me to call you my own little personal slut?”  Felix whispered in your ear.  That tantalizing voice of his made your cunt clench on him.  “Oh so you would like that?  I should have known you’d be a little cock-hungry slut.  Can’t go a single day without my cock in you, is that it?”

“Mmhm…”  You nodded, eyes suddenly a little teary but in the best way.  You pushed your hips back against his again.  He groaned and pressed a hand to your hip to stop your movements.

“If you keep going like that I’m gonna treat you like a little cocksleeve, got it?  I’ll stuff you with enough cum to keep you full for weeks.  You want that, baby?”

“God, yes,” your eyes rolled back at the thought of feeling even fuller than you were now.

“Then relax, my pretty slut, we’re just getting started.”  Felix growled. 

His hand slipped under you to press lightly against your tummy, the pressure pushing your g-spot effortlessly against the tip of his cock.  He’d hardly have to aim at all like this.  You let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fill you up ‘til your cute little cunt can’t handle it anymore.  M’ cum is all yours.”

[maple-bea]

Whats your favourite part of TWW?

Also.. FIRE ARROWS!!! MUEHEHHEE !! >:3

FIRE ARROWS!!! this ask has given me the chance to rant about fire and ice arrows in wind waker (not long i promise lol) i love how they are given to link in the game, because in most games you get them as an item rather then them being gifted to you by a fucking fairy queen, so while they always use magic (other than botw/totk ofc) i like to think link in ww sets them himself due to him getting the power from a fairy. wind waker link is MY son so i to choose the hcs

as for other parts of the game i love. ough. where do i start. i personally love the wind waker mechanic itself, i know it could probably get repetitive for some people but i just love the sound design of it. sailing around the ocean is really cool too, and i recently completed the map in the game and had a blast just sailing around to the different islands.

outside of like atmospheric likes for the game i love the style and the cutscenes and story :) everyone in the game really feels like they have their own personality, even though the true amount of people you interact with is very limited. the pirates are genuinely some of my favorite characters in the whole franchise, i think it was an awesome idea to make the “zelda” of the game so strong (though i have many gripes with how tetra is handled immedietely after the reveal, i think she could have communicated with us through the gossip stone more cuz be real she was probably bored as fuck in that room until she got kidnapped)

music is a 10/10 but thats like. obv for every zelda game.

im ranting way too much but if i had a specific favorite scene it would probably be where you get to heal link’s grandma :) i love her so much shes so sweet and reminds me of my own late grandma in a way so u bet that i rushed to get a fairy to her asap lmao

[mintytealfox]

How are we feeling about affection system Norton? 👁️👁️

I L O V E IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTT

LOOK AT HIIMMMM

He is being so SWAVY LIKE WHAT LOL and the banter between these two was NATURAL as SOON as Alice gets a second to be in the room alone with him LOL They bounce off of each other's words so WELL LOL

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AND THE GAME IS HILARIOUS!! The ability to BONK the other's crude ore and take half of their resources and send the piece all the way back to the beginning IS AWESOME LOOOL the chances to absolutely SABATOGE EACHOTHER IS -WHEEEEZZZEEEEE-

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AND LOOK AT ALICE'S FACE AS SHE PLAYS THIS THING

CUUUTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE She is having FUNNNN

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AND THE THINGS NORTON SAYS TO YOU AS YOU PLAY LOOOL

"Don't get too cocky now" "Ain't this a fine day" "Your lucky day, huh?" "What's the hold up? You think they're just gonna turn into gold or what?" "Look at you, feeling lucky"

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Also these two being absolutely BAFFLED about what the other has just said or is doing -WHEEZE-

Alice being shocked about how he is eating

and then Norton being baffled that she even asked 'low on cash bruh??"

-WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZEEE-

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I was legit having the TIME OF MY LIFE PLAYING THIS LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLL

Here is the short edited version LOL I took a ton out so I could fit it under an hour and its still a LOT LOL

[the-kingshound]

Nope, angst denied! (on my end, of course).

So... at some point the MC has the opportunity to talk with one of their siblings, and they say how they are tentatively hopeful about the arrangment and that so far, the people they've met seemed nice and their room is pretty, Mordred is a sweetie, maybe being far away from their parents will do them good and so on. So basically, they are clearly in a "good mood" - as good as it can be considering the circumstances in any case. And it just so happens the RO overhears this - unintentional, but for one reason or another they were not able to just go away fast enough not to hear that. What do they do or think? If you want only a single RO for a more detailed thing, I'd love Arthur! But I guess it could fit anyone anyway.

(First of all, I'd like to say that any sibling hearing this is crying inside of relief, and is visibly less tense. They are kind of all preparing themselves to help MC deal with much worse)

Arthur would feel incredible relief, honestly. The exhaustion and the stress were worth it, it seems, for MC to feel tentative hope. They knew, coming into this, that MC would have had a veey rough time so the confession has them relax just a fraction. For more pragmatic scopes, MC giving him and Camelot a chance will help the political climate at court.

Arthur is definitely going to keep their efforts to put their spouse at ease. And well, if they happen to see Mordred spending time with MC, that's all the better for them both.

As he is majorly into gossip, I must say Arthur will spend some time pondering on MC's words about their parents. Won't ask or do anything for now, but he keeps that firmly in mind.

[frownyalfred]

hello!! i was wondering if you had a favorite scene from a room full of coral? or any that really stood out to you 💖💖

Ohhh that's a good question. Can I choose one per fic?

a coral room: Definitely Bruce and Clark's first mating. I like how Bruce just fucking loses it and then falls into a flashback even though it's an amazing moment. The juxtaposition really satisfies me somehow.

a sky of honey: The gala preparation and gala scenes really stick out to me, it shows the Pack in their element and how strong/brilliant they are as a cohesive unit. It's really the culmination of the whole fic, in a way. Also the scene where Lex takes care of Bruce after his heat and Bruce takes care of him, too.

the ninth wave: It's not done yet, but probably a tie between Joker's monologue(s) and Bruce and Clark's mind-meld scene. Both were challenging to write so they stick out to me.

nocturn: This is all basically one big scene but the flashback to Lex's tragic backstory always gets me. Then Clark quietly taking up the guard and not being mad. Agh, that hurts in such a good way.

prelude: Lex "forcing" Dan into an early...occurrence during their entanglement. Very hot and also objectively hilarious since he takes it well. And gets some payback after. After that, definitely the Pack care Lex gets from Bruce that he didn't expect. And Jason <3

a diamond sky: Thomas pack-bonding Alfred, hands down. Aghhhh I love that scene. The way he stares at him for a moment and loses all that jovial, silly alpha-ness and becomes more and it calls to Alfred.

sunset: Bruce careening into Alfred's arms and just letting out that awful noise. It's hard to write it and still do it justice, but I can imagine a pup's voice like that is just awful. God awful to behold. And Alfred being safe where Bruce still recognizes him during that moment. Agh.

a sea of honey: Jason being passed out in the corner of the nest because the pheromones still make him sleepy like a pup. Hilarious.

and so is love: The alphas of the Pack all working together in time-out WOULD be my favorite but it's definitely Lex throwing Dan through a table, wrestling him, and then kissing him senseless while everyone just watches.

and if the skies turn dark: I know this was folded into ASOH but Lex's sad nest and bite guards. Agh. How sad he looks gets me. It's different in that fic, it comes through a bit more acutely.

[waywardangel-wilds]

You once posted about Peeta being a dandelion in the tags to one of my posts about him having frizzy curly hair in the Appalachian summers. And your Delly posts made me think of Delly meanly saying Peeta looks like that in the summer and Katniss taking it a totally different sweet way and excitedly agreeing to Peeta’s horror since he doesn’t understand Katniss’s background with dandelions yet.

Oh my gosh what a great question! Thank you so much for asking it! Yes I totally agree, I can even picture it:

“Don’t you just love the sun?” Delly sighs, leaning back to lay flat on the grass with her eyes closed. “God, I missed this.”

“You sun bathe a lot in the summer?” Katniss asks by her side, leaning up on her elbows.

“As much as I could. The only fun we ever had was between shifts right before the sun fully set.” She adjusts her ponytail so she can lie more comfortably. “Hey! Servant boy! Where’s my lemonade?”

“I’ve told you to stop calling me that,” Peeta grumbles from the kitchen door, but he brings the lemonades nonetheless. He hands Katniss her glass easily, but he shoves the next glass at Delly with an unintelligible grumble.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not very nice dandy head.” Delly smirks as she sits up to take a drink.

“You know what you remind me of?” He grins wide as he shucks off his shirt. “Something I drew with my left hand.”

“Ouch, I’m devastated.” Delly replies in monotone. “You’re still a dandelion head.”

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes, throwing himself on the grass next to Katniss. “Oh, I love grass.”

“Dandelion head?” Katniss asks.

“Yeah, just look at him. He’s like a yellow dandelion.” Delly smiles meanly at Peeta. “His hair is huge.”

“Shut up,” Peeta insists, although he keeps his eyes closed and face to the ground.

“Oh!” Katniss puts her hands to her mouth to contain her smile, but she can’t help it. She has to sit up. “You do look just like a yellow dandelion!”

“Ha!” Delly cries triumphantly meanwhile Peeta gasps, looking stricken, his wide eyes meeting Katniss’s gaze with horror.

“Katniss!” Peeta complains.

“I always thought you looked like a dandelion,” she confesses excitedly. “I did! I always think of you when I see one.”

“This is the best day of my life!” Delly snorts, rolling around on the grass as she succumbs to a fit of laughter. “Katniss Everdeen thinks Peeta’s a dandy head!”

“I am NOT a dandy head!” Peeta exclaims, sitting up himself with a deeply red face. He scoops some ice out of Katniss’s glass and throws it at his oldest friend, “shut up!”

“Dandy head, dandy head, Peeta is a dandy head!” Delly mocks, taking on a school yard rhythm.

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

For the "top 5" thing: top 5 headcanons

Not necessarily in this order:

Tim gets away with a ton of shit because Bruce immediately assumes it's one of the others and can't prove it's tim even if he gets suspicious.

When Damian does something wrong they spray him with water like a cat.

Damian follows dick around sometimes like a lost kitten. Dick doesn't mention it, but his mood improves significantly every time he notices.

All the batkids steal each other's clothes.

Jason's body temperature is too low because death and Lazarus pit reasons. Once he came to the cave because he was injured, not majorly, but enough to warrant Alfred's help. And Bruce saw his temperature. And freaked tf out. This resulted in a cuddle pile, a grumpy Damian, and Jason accepting hugs from others (mostly Dick) more often.

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

41

i don't know what i did with this, and i'm certain it's not what you meant - but here's your fic for 41. "...because the world is saved."

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Ash falls like snow, peppering Harry’s hair and coating the scattered stones of Hogwarts, softening their jagged, ruined edges.

Harry stands at its centre, his wand still warm and loosely dangling in his grip. His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath. He feels Voldemort before he sees him, fighting a wince as his scar throbs faintly. Voldemort’s presence had stopped feeling oppressive ages ago… so it must be all that hovering he’s doing over Harry’s shoulder—too close, too familiar, too worried.

“You were reckless,” Voldemort says, right when Harry feels the reprimand building in the air reach its boiling point. Voldemort’s voice is hoarse from battle, his face streaked with dirt and blood. Harry knows it isn’t his; he frowns at Voldemort nonetheless.

When Harry turns, he physically feels the weight of his exhaustion. It pulls down his shoulders, droops his head, and lines his face. Suddenly, he can’t imagine that he looks much better. “Reckless worked, didn’t it?” He asks, just to be annoying.

Voldemort’s mouth spasms in something that might be amusement or disdain—it’s hard to tell. “Barely. If you had died before finishing the incantation, they would all be dead.”

‘Again.’ Hovers in the air, silent and stretching.

“Well,” Harry huffs, “you’d have just had to try and save everyone on your own.” And he can’t help himself when he reaches up to thumb at the drying blood on Voldemort’s face—the near flinch he feels under his attention is so so satisfying. “Isn’t that right?”

He tilts his head away from Harry’s touch and sighs long and low. “You are insufferable, Harry Potter.”

Harry pulls his hand back easily, and a smile tugs up his lips. “Stop suffering me, then?”

The throbbing of his scar had faded with Voldemort’s settling (his needling is a way of reassuring himself, Harry now knows), but it’s back with a vengeance. Harry flinches this time. “Hey now, it’s just a joke—ease up, would you?” He waves Voldemort off, cooling him down or fanning the flames? He never has the slightest clue. 

For a moment, Voldemort says nothing; his dark eyes study Harry’s face like he’s almost got him all figured out, like he constantly unearths more questions with every answer, like if he just looks at Harry long enough—he’ll understand him completely. It’s been happening a lot lately. Harry’s not sure how there’s much left of him to discover with the way Voldemort digs and pries. 

The pain gets worse and spikes to near unbearable before abruptly fading altogether. Voldemort rolls his eyes when he says, “Your humour remains of poor taste.”

Harry opens his mouth to retort, something sharp and teasing to ease the odd silence and to avoid the masses a bit longer, but the words catch somewhere in his throat. His humour isn’t for anyone but himself to enjoy, yet a slight hint of guilt forms in the pit of his stomach. It makes home next to the strange tension that hasn’t let up since Voldemort caught sight of Harry from across the battlefield. He doubts Voldemort has stopped watching him since. 

The look on Voldemort’s face—half-exasperation, half something else—roots him in place. It’s a superficial crack in the otherwise unyielding wall, and Harry wants to see more, wants to pry back.

“You’re staring,” Harry says, his voice quieter now, though the quip still lingers on his lips. It feels too fragile to tease properly.

“You are hard to ignore,” Voldemort replies, his tone just shy of biting. The words lack venom, and something in the way his gaze shifts—falling briefly to Harry’s mouth before darting away—makes Harry’s stomach twist.

The words stamp themselves into the walls of Harry’s mouth before he has the good sense to think about them. “Then don’t.”

Voldemort freezes. He’s eerily still usually, but Hary can feel this pause like he’s stopped the very air around them. It feels alive, heavy, charged with magic—residue from all the fighting? Or is it all from Voldemort himself? And Harry doesn’t know why he said it, doesn’t know why his heart is hammering, but it doesn’t stop him from taking half a step closer.

“I do not think this—” Voldemort starts, his voice low, but Harry cuts him off without a second thought.

“Quit thinking for once,” Harry says a bit too forcefully, his fingers curling instinctively into Voldemort’s robes. His exhaustion somehow vanishes with the movement, like touching Voldemort, even barely grazing, renews him, every nerve alive and burning.

For a second that feels like eternity, neither of them moves. Harry really wants to. But now his brain seems to be operating like usual, possibly even thinking for the both of them, and it’s swearing up and down that he might have pushed too far…

But then Voldemort leans in. It’s not sudden, nor is it hesitant—it’s deliberate, as though he’s weighing every centimetre of the distance between them and making peace with crossing it. Their lips meet, soft and strangely tentative despite Voldemort’s near-constant certainty in his every action—though, has ever truly been certain around Harry? Especially recently?

Voldemort’s hand brushes against his jaw, cool and surprisingly steady. Harry’s breath catches in his chest, his hand tightening slightly in Voldemort’s robes as if to anchor himself. 

It lasts only a few moments, but it’s enough to leave Harry reeling when they part, their foreheads nearly touching. Ash still falls around them, the quiet of Hogwarts’ ruins amplifying Harry’s heartbeat. He needs to will it quiet, needs to let go of Voldemort, needs to rethink his life’s choices—

“Reckless,” Voldemort murmurs, his voice tinged with something like disbelief, cutting through Harry’s spiralling thoughts.

Harry lets out a shaky laugh, his smile soft but undeniably smug. “Yeah, well. Reckless works, doesn’t it?”

This time, Voldemort doesn’t argue.

~

i hope you like it 🥹

[ezekiel13]

hello yes im here to ask about silvia 👀👀👀 I'd love to know more about her being muslim and how she practices in the wasteland!!!!!!

Omg hiiiiii!!!

Okay this is probably going to be quite long and pretty rambly so I’ll put it under a read more

So, in Vault 101, she has a pretty normal vault life, except when she’s 11 she asks James if she can become a Muslim (he was raiding her to learn about his belief of Islam and her Mother’s, a Christian). James has a Qu’ran, and he teaches them about Islam, and how to pray, etc. he also gives her a calendar of the years, which maps out when Ramadan, Eid and every other holiday will be, which she converts onto her pipboy.

She’s inspired quite a bit by the Qu’ran in her poems, and tries to learn as much modern and Classical Arabic as she can (pretty hard in the vault, because James is so busy, and they don’t have many books in Arabic really).

When she’s 16, the day before her GOAT exam, she starts wearing her hijab. It’s part of the reason for the fight with Butch outside of the exam.

They became really excited when they learnt about the Arabic Golden Age for science and medicine and it only cemented her desires to become a Muslim.

When she has to flee Vault 101, all she has with her is her pipboy, clothes she was wearing, and a baseball bat. Luckily, she had been awake and planning to go help her Dad and Jonas so she had a hijab (she feels naked without it on).

Her first month in the Wasteland is a nightmare. Aside the normal things, there is basically no clean water, or safe spaces where she can pray, which is awful. They question whether they’re really a worthy person, but thankfully, after finding Fawkes in Vault 87, he promises to watch out for threats so she can pray, and the cleaning of the river helps out a lot, because it means that she can clean up properly.

When she goes back to Vault 101, she takes all of her and James’ things, including their copy of the Qu’ran (which James had left in the Vault for her)

She’s pretty worried about having the Qu’ran though, because she sees her hands as stained with so much blood, so for around 10 months it is on a (thoroughly cleaned) shelf in her house in Megaton, because she feels too dirty to touch it. She has all of her favourite verses and quotes saved on her pipboy, mostly written by James for her when she was younger.

She establishes a special place in her home in Megaton for praying, but eventually realises that she can’t stay, because she feels so alone in the Capital, so she decides to follow her ancestors journals and head for the NCR.

She doesn’t make it to the NCR, instead stops outside of Vegas (which is ironic seeing as she doesn’t drink or gamble). She joins the followers of the apocalypse, and it’s with them that she starts to feel normal again, and actually reads her Qu’ran once more. They also have texts to help her understand classical and modern Arabic better, and she feels like she actually belongs.

She has a house, which she again sets up a dedicated space for praying, along with keeping a hold of a travel prayer mat for when she’s going around the Mojave.

In New Vegas, she also buys a bunch of Abayas. She can’t find many, but luckily tailors can make stuff. She has basically a room stuffed with blue abayas, despite the fact that she normally wears a lab outfit (like what modern day Muslim women doctors wear) or her power armour. She wears the hijab under the power armour helmet, since the helmet is a pretty uncomfortable material, and she realised that people are a lot more comfortable with a face than a helmet.

Vegas is more big on Christmas than the Capital ever was, but Silvia tends to always work on Christmas, so that her colleagues who actually celebrate are able to have the day off. In return, someone always covers for her on Eid.

When she starts spending basically all of her time with Boone, the pair of them also adopt New Years as a festival together because Boone always used to celebrate Christmas with Carla and she doesn’t want him to miss that. He’s probably the person that she feels most comfortable with, ever. Him eating with her during Ramadan is her favourite time of the whole year.

Also, Silvia loves the Mojave a lot more because more people wear headscarves, because the desert sun beats down. It makes it a lot easier for her to find them (mostly blue)

Boone helps her finally reconcile the blood she sees on her hands with her faith, and who she is as a person, even if he doesn’t really ever realise it. She also gets a cat (stolen from the Institute) later in life.

She doesn’t like dogs (a mix of fear of wasteland dogs and the fact that you don’t have pet dogs in Islam), but she gets Boone to watch Rex so that they can fix his brain, because she doesn’t want anyone to suffer, and also is really interested in dog-brain surgery.

Boone carries around a spare hijab for her, ever since he saw her take it off to use it to stop someone’s wound from bleeding when the pair were unprepared. He also has a spare prayer mat for her, but she doesn’t actually know about that.

Oh! She also has a mosque constructed just outside of Vegas (that’s basically a work of her, Boone, and all of the other friends she collected). Some other vegas citizens attend, and she loves the community

I think I got a bit off topic. Oops 🩵

She also writes her name in Arabic sometimes, and Boone and Arcade are the only people who know how to write it (Boone because he dedicated himself to learn for his best friend, Arcade because he’s pretty smart and when he realised she spoke Arabic decided to try learn)

(Her name is Silvia Ravza Ayad, with her Dad’s last name, and her middle name is her deceased Aunt’s name. Her first name comes from her mother)

سلفية رافزة عياض

[purpleenma]

Boop?

Boop! 🐾

Now that I'm here btw sorry for being kind of absent as of late. I was supposed to be on hiatus only during December so I could have some decent rest, but real life decided to deal me another punch in January instead and I'm still regaining some spoons to get back to everything xDU so apologies for that.

On a brighter note I got myself a Samsung tablet as a late Christmas gift so I could doodle while in my bed cocoon and it's helping me a lot to get back to business in a friendly no pressure way.

Here's a little Jimbo test I made 💜

[m155y-74]

🐱we’re mutuals on both my accounts but im too scared to talk to you you seem really cool

omg heyy cutieeeee ❤️ see now this is wild cuz number one acc thank you so much your so so cute you’ve made my day but also i literally feel like this about every single one of my moots LIKE GUYS WERE ALL SO FUCKING COOL WHY R WE FREAKING OUT SO GET UR ASS OVER HERE AND COME SAY HIIII (also if i’m following you then trust you are cool as fuck im a picky bitch) ❤️❤️

(side note @rose-bunny-28 told u i was scary 😘😘)

[bluepeanutpirate]

you’re so cute when you’re insisting you don’t have to go. even as a wet spot is growing between your legs as you speak you refuse to admit what you’ve done until you’re uncontrollably soaking yourself. adorable…

but i dontttt i dont i dont i can hold it, even if i can feel im going a bit if i deny it enough i mighttt be able to stop and then cover it up, might be able to get you to believe its water or sweat and then it doesnt count as me having an accident because it doesnt count if no one knows-!

and i dont have accidents anyway bc i can hold it, i dont even neeed to go even if im wriggling and squirming, i dont wet myself-

apart from i guess maybe this once since if im standing in a puddle i have to shamefully nod and blush when you ask again....

[mintytealfox]

HELLO NORTALICE CHILD?!?!?!? IM NEW HERE I NEED DETAILS PLEASE!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Oh my GOSH YAAAYY YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

YE Nortalice BBYS!!! There's a few out there and I will post a link to the ones I know of:

@quoththeowl31 's Johnny and @silly-bell 's Warren

👀🙏🙏

While I have DOROTHY~ known as Sharpshooter~ old art incoming:

Here is a quick summary:

She would go this route if her parents were taken back to the manor and the kids got separated and scattered at different points ;;

Dorothy finds herself growing up in a saloon and has to learn pretty quick how to survive in such a world and once she figures out what 'getting revenge' means she begins her war path by asking them outlaws to teach her out to shoot to protect herself and to take out the people who tore her childhood and family apart ;;

She spends her life training in the art of fire arms and aiming and goes into outlaw work herself by robbing banks and such

She ends up doing everything she can to get the people behind the manor's attention and one day she finally gets her letter, and the beginning of the end can finally commence 👀

But she is 100% a Daddy's Girl. Like she adored him and followed him around everywhere he went lol Its why she ends up piercing her own nose like her dad, as soon as she was old enough to do it to herself, after the forced separation ;; In other time lines when she gets to grow up happy with her parents she doesn't pierce her nose.

She tends to suffer from freezing in place when she sees or hears something that reminds her of when her parents were taken. So there are times when she and her partner are mid robbery and on the run and she sees something at the corner of her eye and she just freezes, and her partner has to grab her and get her out of there cause she won't snap out of it for a while ;;

She is the type of person that as soon as she has a goal, she will get it done by any means necessary 👀 and she has her own red string board in her head and notebook she carries with her everywhere trying to track down all the people involved in the manor, especially those who know who grabbed her parents.

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during her bank robbing days she ends up meeting her partner Gilbert old art incoming:

They meet right after the market crash and beginning of the Great Depression in the US.

Dorothy finds him in an empty bank and he is all by his lonesome

He greets her with a hearty "if you're here to rob this place you're a BIT late~"

and musing about how funny life is that he can't drink (cause the prohibition is still going on at this time) despite him freshly out a job and there is no money anywhere and he has no where to go.

Dorothy ends up asking him to join her and ends up finding out the Gilbert can pick literally ANY lock LOL from his training with busted safe locks and such

They end up traveling and working together to rob places that do have money PFF

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So Dorothy is not all alone she has people who took her under their wings and then when she is off on her own she ends up meeting Gilbert and they end up inseparable~

and that absolutely means that Gilbert goes to the manor with her. He is locked in and is there to help her with her revenge

[smokszyvverstar]

happy happy birthday!!

thanks for always being super nice to me and my art, I really appreciate it :’) you’re a very cool person with very cool ideas! and amazing energy too, your reblogs and comments ALWAYS make me smile. you’re a great friend, and don’t let no age change you, queen 💅🏾 have some beans to celebrate!

hope you’re having a great day ♥️

Awww Boma you sweetheart!!! Thank you!!!

Aaaaa im so happy you like my energy and comments i simply state my mind so im glad you like hehehe!

Aaa the beans i love them best bday present!! They so smiley!!!

Mind if i screenshot so i can look at that art forever?????

[teddylovestea]

question: what are ur favorite parts of sebaciel's character designs?

(Like many) I am very fond of their size difference but I also adore the fact that the colour of the contract symbol is a mix of their two eye colours. It's just such a cool design choice💜

Other than that, I really love how yana toys with their expressions and the aura they emit. From silly cute and joyful to otherworldly threatening and seductively sinister. Especially how o!ciel despite his dollike and feminine features can turn into such an evil- and ruthless-looking little devil will never cease to amaze me.