#alt!snow white drabble

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@rot4life my first drabble for alt!snow 🫠

Alt!Snow White Halloween Drabble

Snow White had been getting ready for trick-or-treating all day; baking brownies cut into the shape of a bat, hand made goodie bags that had homemade soft sugar cookies with orange frosting and black sprinkles paired with the bat shaped brownies. She even had bought apple juice boxes and kool aid juice bottles to give to the kids besides the huge bowls of candy she filled for the soon to be treaters. While the adults could have their pick of any two small alcohol shooters; for her friends yummy hand made, carmel apples with hardened red candy drizzle down the side with a razor blade stuck in the top of them to put a creepy cute twist onto the treats. Including a couple acid tabs and a small baggie of ketamine for her group of friends.

While she finished getting the drink station set up done with the drinks in the coolers Motionless In White's Voices ended with Beartooth's Choke starting, her slink, smooth petite black cat Lucy walking outside from the open door and sitting on the porch steps. "Happy Halloween Lucy" Snow said with a smile, squatting down and petting the cat's head as Lucy nuzzled her head into her owner's hand. Snow's house was the most decorated on the block, she had hundreds and hundreds of decorations for Halloween, after all it was her favorite holiday; she loved the creepy vibes and macabre scares the time of the year brought. Not to mention the paranormal side to the time of the year as well.

She finished setting up the kids and adults treats and then went inside, turning the music up a little bit louder so she could comfortably hear it outside. "Now we wait Lucy! The trick or treaters should be coming any time now!" Snow excitedly exclaimed as she sat down, sticking a green apple sucker into her mouth as Lucy jumped into her lap. A couple parents passed by with their kids making Snow smile and wave but they avoided her house making her spitefully flip them off with a glare before she sighed and quickly returned to her happy, bubbly mood.

After a few more minutes a group of young teens walked up to her house, the group of kids that came into the gas station where she worked. "Hey Snow!" One of them said, "Hi guys! Take a handful or two a drink and a goodie bag! Happy Halloween!" She said cheerfully with a smile as the kids grabbed what they wanted. "You always give the best stuff! Thanks" Kathleen said, the other three thanking her as well, "Homemade treats are the best. Please do enjoy!" She replied.

"You kids be good now alright? Don't be out late doing anything dumb, if you do end up staying out be careful and stay safe" Snow said, softly lecturing them but not wanting them to get hurt. The group of teens smiled and rolled their eyes, knowing she meant well so they didn't mind much, they said their goodbyes and moved onto the next house as she had more kids come and grab some candy. "Trick or treat!" The kids said in unison as they opened their bags, "Happy Halloween!" Snow greeted and grabbed a handful from each bowl for the two kids.

"Would either of you like a goodie bag and drink? The treats are home made, gluten and nut free" she said, offering them to the kids as she looked at the parents to see if it was okay. The kids had looked back at their parents as well with a pleading look, when given the okay the kids happily took the drinks they wanted and then a goodie bag each. The trick or treaters left and the night went on with more and more, a couple of her friends showing up closer to 10 pm. After picking everything up with the help of her friends, Snow had given them their treats she made them and set the bucket of alcohol shooters in the middle of them all since only a couple of the adults took one during the time of trick-or-treating.

[runforthestars]

Kokomo

Pairing: Male alt!reader x Theodore Nott

Summary: Slytherin boys spend a day at the beach.

A/N: This was just meant to be a drabble.

Whoops.

xoxo - Kallias

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The ominous twap twap of flip flops and a jangling from the metal chain attached to your wallet—not unlike the jingle of a cat’s bell collar, which Lorenzo had pointed out and incidentally been kicked—were the first to announce your arrival.

The group had all been invited to the Nott family’s picturesque countryside home in Italy for the summer. Secretly, Theodore suspected his father was simply relieved to be rid of him and his friends, safely back home in the UK, far from his son’s silently judgmental stare, a gaze far too reminiscent of the boy’s late mother.

Yet now, all gloomy thoughts were swept away by the brilliant sun, shining unblemished by clouds across the vast, azure sky. The sand was an immaculate white, so much so that you could have mistaken it for snow, if not for the clear, turquoise water lapping at the shore in lazy, rhythmic waves that glistened under the sunlight before receding into the vast ocean. The Nott residence perched majestically on a grassy hill above, offering an unparalleled sense of privacy that came with seemingly having their own private beach.

The warm, humid air was refreshed by a gentle breeze that swept inland from the water, carrying with it the briny scent of the ocean and the tropical aroma of sun tanning lotion mingling in the air. Breathing in deeply, you could almost detect hints of exotic cuisine wafting from the nearby town, accompanied by the smokey fragrance born from cooking said food.

Exhaling with a contented sigh, a bright grin spread across your face as you took a moment to soak it all in, only now realizing that your presence had already been noticed by the group. With a pack of drinks clutched under one arm and a bag slung over your shoulder, filled with all your beach essentials and snacks, you stood confidently in black swimming trunks and stylish shades to match. As you pushed your sunglasses up to tame your unruly hair, styled in your usual unconventional way, you proclaimed, “Are we ready to rock?”

Draco emitted a long-suffering sigh at the question, sinking back into his chair beneath the shade of the umbrella, casting a disdainful glance your way as you unfolded your own chair beside Blaise—who, for his part, had strategically chosen a spot just beyond the umbrella’s protective shadow.

“Is that why you took so long getting ready? To make your hair look worse than it did when you rolled out of bed?”

You shot him a sidelong look while popping open the cooler, playfully pointing at his meticulously slicked-back hair as you settled your drinks of choice into the ice. “You’re one to talk, bleach boy.” There was no bite to your tone, as a snicker escaped you at your own play on words.

His only response was an offended scoff and some grumbling, which made you shrug nonchalantly. You cracked open a drink and took a refreshing sip while reclining back in your chair, the sun warming your skin. Fishing out a portable speaker, you fiddled with it until a genre you thought the group would deem agreeable began to play, shifting the volume higher before unfolding the tanning mirror you had brought along for the occasion.

The sudden music was what finally drew Lorenzo’s attention, prompting him to pause mid-bucket-brigade and wave a cheerful greeting, accompanied with a compliment on your eyeliner. He had been diligently transporting bucket after bucket of wet sand to his ambitious sandcastle, which Theo had oh-so-kindly volunteered to refine, transforming the chaotic heaps into a presentable fortress that would hold off even the most daring of sand crabs from any attempts to seize and overthrow it. The Italian previously claimed that he “couldn’t stand to see that disaster in front of him anymore.” Mattheo had readily agreed that Lorenzo wasn’t very easy on the eyes and promptly gotten a bucket of wet sand dumped on his head.

Now, however, the three had finally reached a fragile consensus. Theodore crafted the castle into something formidable, refining the architecture with a careful touch, while Lorenzo tirelessly supplied the necessary sand. Casting your gaze out to the shimmering sea, you spotted Mattheo’s dark hair bobbing at the sandbar, where he was trying his hand at snorkeling, doing what was no doubt best for the sandcastle’s safety and keeping a wide berth.

Now that it was pointed out, Draco sat up slightly, lifting his sunglasses to scrutinize you critically.

“You told me that was natural, that you were just ‘born that way’.”

Shrugging with a lazy air, you rubbed one eye with the back of your hand, smudging the eyeliner just a little before letting out a drawn-out yawn. The dark lines traced around your eyes were artfully applied, designed to enhance their intensity without drawing overt attention.

“It is. At least, I think it is…” Your brows furrowed in mock contemplation as curiosity overtook the drowsiness brought on by the summer heat. You pulled the eyeliner pen from your bag, turning it over in your fingers while squinting to read the label. A bright smile broke across your face as you held the pen triumphantly aloft, waving it toward Draco. “Yup. All natural ingredients, baby! Would I lie to you?”

He muttered an incredulous “unbelievable” under his breath, choosing to interpret your question as rhetorical, and allowing himself to melt back into the comfort of his reclined chair. He deserved a relaxing vacation, after all—after a grueling school year spent cohabiting with this group of delightful morons, he was fully prepared to unwind and forget it all amidst the idyllic countryside of Italy. Though no one in the group deigned to call Draco out on the fact that he wouldn’t have agreed to spend the summer with them if he genuinely couldn’t stand them. The occasional curious glances shot his way from Lorenzo or Blaise, whenever Draco voiced his complaints, hinted they were well aware of that fact.

The warm rays of sunlight enveloped you like a comforting embrace, coaxing you into a gentle doze as the rhythmic sound of waves lapped against the shore. With a content sigh, you leaned back, your arms cradling your head as you reveled in the golden warmth against your skin. You drowsily appreciated the way the tanning mirror reflected the sun's effect on your face. You didn’t take notice of the soft padding of footsteps approaching nor the heavy sound of something being dragged through the sand until Theodore spoke up, a light touch tapping your shoulder with a question of your name.

Giving a inquiring hum, you blinked against the glare of the sun before really taking in the sight before you. The sun seemed to adore Theodore Nott in particular—Could you really blame it?—as he’d soaked it up like a sponge, now sporting a nice tan despite having just arrived not so long ago. How you hadn’t noticed before was beyond you, but now that you had it took some amount of willpower to look higher than his bare chest. When you finally did, he was already watching you, a flicker of amusement dancing in his gaze. You forced a nervous laugh, trying to play it cool.

“Yeah, what’s up bro?” you managed to ask, voice cracking lightly before you cleared your throat. Having been too distracted by a certain sunkissed Italian before you, it was only now that you took notice of the glaringly obvious paddle board in the sand behind him. You leaned to the side to see it better, a spark of intrigue lighting up your eyes.

Theodore, noticing your curiosity, lifted one side of the the board by one of its handles, gesturing toward the inviting waters with a nod. “Do you wanna go out with me?”

The words caught you off guard, snapping you from your former entrancement, your mind momentarily blanking as you stared up at him, lips parted in surprise, brows knit together in confusion. “Huh?”

Realizing how his words might have sounded, a warm flush crept across his cheeks, though it was mostly hidden by the newfound tan as his eyes flickered away from yours. “I mean, on the board,” he clarified, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

You only looked more aghast at the openess of the request, shooting a glance to the rest of the group, who all seemed blissfully unaware of the exchange. You barley stopped yourself from joking that you “weren’t into exhibition,” or suggesting that he should at least take you on a proper date first. But just in time, logic kicked in, and you saved yourself from any potential humiliation.

Rising to your feet while setting your sunglasses back onto the chair, you nodded, perhaps a bit too quickly, a grin stretching across your face. “‘Course I will. You know how to drive that thing though, right?” The quick jab was punctuated with a nod towards the board and its double-sided paddle. A sense of pride washed over you when the dumb joke drew a genuine laugh from the other boy. He looked as surprised by his laughter as you were, his smile radiating warmth that quickly pulled you in.

“‘Course.” Theodore parroted softly, his accent lending a melodic quality to the words, so different from your own.

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As the paddle board coasted over the water, the soft sounds of waves beneath it enveloped you, drawing a contented hum from your lips. Leaning back, you felt the breeze caressing your skin to drive away the sun’s warmth while Theodore stood confidently at the front, expertly guiding the board forward with measured strokes.

His initial struggles to maintain balance while standing hadn’t been without some trial and error, if his tousled hair and droplets of seawater still clinging to his skin had anything to say about it. Grinning, you couldn’t help but admire the view as a playful idea bubbled to the surface of your mind.

With a sudden lean, you tipped to one side, shifting your weight and causing the board to wobble precariously beneath Theodore's feet. He shot a glare in your direction, but it was the only warning he gave before he raised the paddle and sent a miniature wave splashing over you.

“Hey!—”

“You started it, I just finished it,” Theodore retorted, a smug grin spreading across his face.

You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath, “That’s just stupid.”

Karma was a swift mistress when she came for you, and you barley had time to react when a hand shot out, grabbing your ankle and dragging you towards the water. A gasp escaped your lips as the cold sea enveloped you, instantly shocking your senses. You surfaced, shaking your head to clear the water from your ears just in time to hear the peal of nearly manic laughter echoing from the board.

Turning to face the paddle board, you saw Mattheo sprawled atop it, his laughter causing him to nearly roll off into the water. The sight of your water-soaked self, makeup running and hair a wet mess, sent him into another fit of giggles.

Mattheo yelped when you lunged at him, pulling yourself on board to kneel over him with a determination. He instinctively grabbed your arms, eyes widen in surprise as he thwarted your attempts to strangle him. Theodore had watched passively until now, swearing and struggling to keep his balance as the boat dipped wildly this way and that.

“Hey! Not on the board—” he protested, his attempts to urge you two to fight in the waist-deep water of the sand bar swiftly getting drowned out.

“You’re dead, Riddle!” you shouted, your threat lingering in the air with just a tinge of glee. Though wether that delight was drawn from a malicious intent or playful joy was anyones guess.

“It’s not my fault you fell in!”

“Fell?!?! Oh I’ll show you falling, you waterlogged little rat!” Your anger surged as you lunged for Mattheo, trying to lift him and toss him off the board, his hands gripping yours in a desperate attempt to resist.

“Hey, we can talk about this, yeah? We’re both reasonable adults—” His words were abruptly silenced by a loud, splashing cacophony as the board finally tilted too far under the weight of your struggle, flipping over and sending all three of you tumbling into the cool water.

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The way back to shore was steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by you or Mattheo occasionally trying to push the other off and frame it as an accident, only to be halted by a single, disapproving look from Theo.

As the sandy shore loomed closer, you both seemed to reach an unspoken truce, a common ground to meet on. Who did this Nott guy think he was? Acting like he owned the paddle board, or the house… or the section of beach and everything set up on it. It was downright absurd. Locking eyes with the shorter boy, a mischievous grin illuminated his face—a contagious spark that soon mirrored in your own expression. Just a few feet from the land, Theo felt two separate pairs of hands aggressively shove him, and before he could react, the board was gone from beneath him, and he was plunged into the water.

You and Mattheo bolted for the beach, nearly tripping over one another in your haste to escape before Theo got it in his head to retaliate. The sudden frantic splashing caught the group’s attention, drawing a judgmental look from Draco and a delighted laugh from Lorenzo.

With a dramatic sigh, you shook off the excess water somewhat dog-like, re-equipping your sunglasses and dropping back down in you chair, savoring the warmth of the sun as it began to drive away the lingering chill of the ocean. Just as you settled into a moment of peace, the vibrant music wafting from the speaker came to a sudden halt.

Lips pursing in disdain, you took a moment to enjoy the unexpected silence before slowly pushing your glasses down to perch on the bridge of your nose. Mattheo was crouched in front of the speaker, confusion clouding his features as he messed with your phone, getting precariously close to dripping water on both devices.

“Can I help you, officer?” you drawled sarcastically, face twisting in offense when Matt waved you off dismissively.

“Your music taste sucks.”

“What?! I wasn’t even playing my usual stuff. I turned on fucking Beach Boys for you all! Who doesn’t like The Beach Boys?”

Your protests were abruptly silenced as Mattheo let out a triumphant “yes!” under his breath, and the dreary tones of The Smiths flooded from the speaker, eliciting a collective groan from the group.

You dramatically clasped your hands over your ears. “Good god, I almost wish I’d let you drown me.”

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Bonus:

Much later, in the early morning hours, you found yourself in the kitchen, having slept fitfully after the long, sun-soaked day at the beach. Alas, you’d still awaken long before sunrise. The small lamp cast a warm, inviting glow in the dimly lit room, illuminating the faint outlines of the countertops. A thin window hung open in front of you, allowing the cool, salty breeze to drift in from the ocean below, carrying with it the distant sounds of nightlife and the gentle, rhythmic crash of waves upon the shore. The moon's full light shimmered across the water, painting the waves in glistening shades of silver.

You admired the tranquil view for a few moments before redirecting your attention to the array of ingredients spread out in front of you, the makings of a fine midnight snack, if you do say so yourself. Humming softly, you found yourself bobbing your head ever so slightly, swaying side to side to the damn catchy Beach Boys song lodged in your mind.

“Key Largo, Montego, baby, why don’t we go…” you mumbled softly before catching yourself. Cursing the 70s band internally, you flinched and spun around to confront the source of the noise when a playful hum picked up the same tune you’d left off on.

Heaving a sigh, you pointed sternly with the hand grasping the butter knife to where Theo stood in the doorway, mischievous grin crowning his lips.

“I swear, you need to start wearing a bell, Nott. It’s not natural to walk that quietly.”

Turning back to your food, your breath hitched when arms unexpectedly slid around your waist, a warm body pressing against your back. Heat flooded your cheeks and you blamed it on the additional body heat provided, the warmth turning to a full blaze when a face nestled into the crook of your neck. Suddenly feeling a little light headed, you focused diligently on functioning normally when a warm breath fanned out over you collarbone.

Your attempts at maintaining your composure were thrown out the window when Theo finally spoke, his voice a teasing whisper. “Sure, you gonna put it on for me?”

Choking on nothing but pure surprise, you wheezed out a cough. Turning to face him, you pointed a finger only for it to end up pressing against his chest with the close proximity.

“Freak!” you accused, incredulous.

He struggled to contain his laughter, raising his hands in surrender. “I was kidding! You should’ve seen your face though.”

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[bemyvalentinechallenge]

The Be My Valentine Challenge 2024

An event from @timecanalwayshealyou

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The Be My Valentine Challenge is a challenge for writers, artists, and just any kind of creator, from the first of February to the 14th!

The idea is to create thirteen smaller, lead-up pieces based on the prompts; for example, ficlets/drabbles/one-shots, couplets, small artworks, individual gifs, et. cetera - and finish the challenge with a larger work; a fic, a full poem, a gifset, a big artwork, whatever sparks for you!

They can be a series or separate, and you're free to change mediums or fandoms for different days. If you'd rather create fourteen small works, or all large ones, or a combination of both, that's completely up to you! Prompts can be used after the event, combined, just do whatever! Only "properly" used prompts will be reblogged to this page, however.

The catch; it's all romance prompts, in the spirit of Valentine's Day and because everyone on this site is single and lonely.

Each day has a quote from an iconic or relevant romance film (The Notebook, Red, White and Royal Blue, The Fault In Our Stars, Pride And Prejudice, etc.), an iconic love song, and a romantic cliché, act, or item.

This account will be reblogging a few works (art, drabbles, ficposts, etc.) from the event tag (bemyvalentine2024) each day. Full tagging rules, the transcribed prompt list, and other event details are under the cut. If you're unsure about anything, send in an ask! Happy Creating!

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There will be an ao3 collection open from the first of February to the fourteenth for submission. Artworks, gifsets, etc. posted to tumblr should be tagged appropriately to be seen as part of the event.

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Anyone who completes this event is considered a Valentine, and anyone who participates is a Lover. At the end of the event, a form will be put out, so if you wish to be tagged in a masterpost, keep an eye out! I won't be fact-checking, it's an honour system, so please be honest.

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Tagging System:

event tag - #bemyvalentine2024

prompt tag - #bemyvalentineno1, #bemyvalentineno2, etc.

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the theme or specific prompt/s you chose - #love poems, #quote, etc.

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Transcribed Prompt List:

Day 1: "But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for." Because You Loved Me, Celine Dion | Love Poems

Day 2: "I want all of you, forever. You and me. Every day." A Thousand Years, Christina Perri | Growing Old Together

Day 3: "I fell in love with a world through her eyes." Ocean Eyes, Billie Eilish | Love at First Sight

Day 4: "I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you." Marry Me, Train | Wedding Vows

Day 5: "My love will keep me from being a lonely spirit." When I Look At You, Miley Cyrus | Long Distance

Day 6: "People do belong to each other, because that's the only chance that anyone's got for true happiness." Home, Edward Sharpe | First Love

Day 7: "It's so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk." Sweater Weather, The Neighbourhood | Snowed In

Day 8: "I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." Say You Won't Let Go, James Arthur | Love Letter

Day 9: "You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful." Lay Me Down, Sam Smith | Widowed

Day 10: "Hold on, are you writing a song?" I Want To Write You A Song, One Direction | Love Songs

Day 11: "To me, you are perfect." Perfect, Ed Sheeran | Kissing in the Rain

Day 12: "History, huh? Bet we could make some." Love Story, Taylor Swift | Historical Romance

Day 13: "I wish I knew how to quit you." All of Me, John Legend | Making Up

Day 14: "You don't step in love, you fall in. Head over heels." I Will Always Love You, Whitney Houston | Valentine's Day

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