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[makeshiftloops]

Me: dude, I should draw TMA art of Martin in The Lonely and make it look super depressing

Also me: ✨shapes and colors the likes of which I’ve never seen✨ Haha oops

[myokk]

✨MASTERLIST✨

(fanart, longfics, oneshots)

Welcome to my blog!!! Here is my masterlist of ALL of my little sketches, artwork, writing, and general brainrot related to Hogwarts Legacy💘

🌿 - Madeleine / Maddy / myokk

🌱 - AO3

🌿 - likes and follows come from my main blog, @oerflink, because this is a sideblog (🥲)

🌱 - Eloise Babbit, my MC and basically the whole reason for this blog🫶 I don’t necessarily view her as the game’s MC, as my fic is quite canon-divergent and she is sweeter than the evil gremlin I played in-game😆💓 [link to her character sheet]

🌿 - my art tag🫶🫶🫶 here you can see basically every drawing I've done since joining the fandom!

🌱 - tag for all of the art the lovely people here have gifted me🥹🥹🥹 I feel SO honored whenever anyone takes time out of their day to think of me and draw my little gremlin♥️♥️

🌿 - I am taking oneshot requests! The link gives a bit of my guidelines, if you’re interested send me an ask🫶

Writing:

Before It Felt Like A Sin (AO3 / tumblr - ongoing)

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC, canon divergent, longfic, wip, dual pov Eloise/Sebastian

Summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

Tags: slow burn, angst, magical theory, mythology references, pureblood culture, occlumency, legilimency, hurt/comfort, family dynamics, eventual romance, eventual smut, sacrificial magic, blood magic, dark magic rituals, implied/referenced child abuse

[coming soon] - an excerpt from the Ominis longfic I’m working on💘

Oneshots:

clumsy (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 9,1k

rating: E

summary: sebastian is clumsy.

or: two stubborn brats make things more difficult than they have to be.

cw: fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, two really stubborn idiots in love to be exact, sir cadogan guest appearance, anne and imelda are the gremlin best friends every girl needs, smut (18+ ONLY), oral (f. recieving), no y/n

note-taking (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3,6k

rating: M (language and sexual themes)

summary: mc loves flustering sebastian with her notes during class😇

cw: NONE this is just fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, it takes a while for them to admit their feelings, I rated it M for some language/sexual themes

marry me (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 5,4k

rating: M (not really explicit loss of virginity)

summary: in which Garreth Weasley has a potions mishap that causes MC to become incomprehensibly proper, and Sebastian is going mad.

cw: fluff, mutual pining, giant squid guest appearance, marriage proposal, loss of virginity RATED M (not *really* explicit) smut (18+ ONLY)

legilimency (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!MC

word count: 1,7k

rating: M (language)

summary: (His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

or: The Gryffindor student has caught on that Ominis can read her thoughts and decides to get her revenge.

tags: ominis is a natural legilimens, he is entirely too introspective, fluff, no y/n

remembering the snow (AO3 / tumblr / tumblr (old))

pairing: Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting

word count: 3,3k

rating: G

summary: Imelda remembers the first time she saw snow.

Her parents always started the story telling her that she cried and cried and cried.

or: a character study on Imelda and how she grew up because I love her & she doesn't get enough appreciation :)

tags: character study, fluff, romance, first kiss, emotional hurt/comfort, I just wanted to write a sweet story & explore Imelda as a character

Illustrated scenes:

(aka where I illustrate little scenes from my longfic and oneshots💓)

🌿 - the summer before Sebastian and Anne’s first year at Hogwarts🥺💓

🌱 - Sebastian hates Eloise’s guts😳

🌿 - Eloise is really, really bad at chess😔 (this scene always makes me laugh SO MUCH)

🌱 - right after the pensieve scene🫶🫶🫶

🌿 - Eloise and Sebastian’s first kiss😇😇😇

🌱 - some angst after their first kiss😇😇😇

🌿 - sebastian overthinks things a lot😔

🌱 - an excerpt from my oneshot, clumsy💘

🌿 - another scene from my clumsy 🫶 I really love writing Sebastian’s pov & this was just so much fun to paint and write😫💓

🌱 - Eloise and her mother😔

🌿 - Eloise is NOT flustered by Sebastian😤

🌱 - late night in the common room 🫠

🌿 - comic of note-taking 😇

🌱 - right before *that* scene in clumsy 🫶 (as requested by Mallow bc of the lighting🤭)

[adragonprinceswhore]

She wants to rip off her skin and run away from it. To peel herself off and leave her body.

Her legs finally obey her, taking a few staggering steps forward.

She sees a woman, with hair of silver like Aemond’s, hunched over in the corner. Blood paints the pale skin of her face; clumps of it streaks her hair brown.

She’s wailing, rocking back and forth. In her arms lies what looks like a cape wrapped around something small and unmoving. The sight makes Lady Lannister’s stomach turn, and her eyesight turns blurry. She cannot see anymore.

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Read chapter 11 of Colour My Mind, Being Me Back here 🖤

[pokemon-ash-aus]

What is your opinion on mew and Mewtwo and other comics like that?

[bmpmp3]

sorry to be a bit of a hater but i do wish youtubers weren't so scared of making their videos just like, "reviews", whys everything gotta be a "video essay" all the time. every day my recommendations are filled with 40 minute videos titled "_____: An Underrated Masterpiece" where the first like five minutes are reading the wikipedia definition of "masterpiece" in a somber voice with dramatic themed text on screen. please just tell me how good or bad you think something is and use the rest of the runtime to explain why. you dont need to put on all these airs

[cellythefloshie]

;; I Want Your Midnights     𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 from cellythefloshie

Summary: You and Jeremy are forced to ring in the new year together after you find yourself stuck in an elevator. Inspired by that time Swayman got stuck in an elevator. Kinks & TW: getting stuck in an elevator, new years kiss, forced proximity. Word Count: 2.2k

New Year's Eve was always a time you reserved for family. So when your brother invited you to his home in Boston to celebrate, you jumped at the opportunity. But you didn’t realize what exactly you were getting yourself into. 

You arrived at his Boston apartment, dressed in a silver mini dress that rivaled a disco ball, a pair of new-years themed sunglasses on your face and a wine bottle in each hand. You had every intention of getting wine drunk and taking drunken pictures with your soon to be sister-in-law. But when you walked in the door to a crowded apartment filled with your brother's teammates among their family and friends, you hid your frown behind a forced smile. You would have to be on your best behavior, or at the very least, try to be.

But you could only tolerate the crowds, the watered down drinks and the fake smile you wore on your lips for so long. You wanted nothing more to be yourself, but you couldn’t. Not with the entire team there. As a promise to your brother, you needed to keep up appearances as his sweet baby sister. But you could only uphold the face for so long. Your cheeks quickly began to age from your fake, forced smile and the air in the room felt so thick it was suffocating around you. Your finger traced along the chain of your necklace as you took in a quivering breath. You needed some time alone – somewhere away from the laughter, the chatter, and the clincking of champagne glasses. So you grabbed your coat and found yourself outside, alone. 

Compared to the party inside, the streets were quiet. The occasional car would rush through the slush on the streets before disappearing into the city and leaving nothing but the swirl of snowfall in the air. You pulled your coat tightly around your dress, your hands resting at the collar to protect your bare neck from the icy wind. You stood there under the amber glow of the streetlight; the snowflakes danced softly around you like a scene of a snow globe. You smiled at the feeling of the flakes hitting your cheeks, their chill melting away when met by the heat of your skin. Looking up at the sky, you admired how the moon hung high and bright in the skies, waiting for the kiss of fireworks to grace it. At that moment, the world felt calm, like holiday magic was in the air before it would become lost at the dawn of the new year. 

A single hand left your neck to dip into the warmth of your pocket. Frigid fingers wrapped around your phone, bringing the screen to life with a "fingerprint doesn’t match" message dancing at the bottom of the screen. Normally the message would annoy you, but you only needed to see the time–it would be midnight soon.�� 

Your heels slipped on the icy Boston sidewalks as you shuffled back into the apartment lobby. The door was cold against your shoulder as you leaned into it to push it open, not wanting to remove your hand from the warmth of the pocket, and you stomped your feet on the wet mat on the floor. Each impact made a squish of dirty water with each step that was almost more slippery than the ice outside. And it was just as slippery to walk on in your heels as you noticed the elevator doors closing. You weren't waiting for the elevator to come back down if you didn’t have you, so you rushed to it with quick steps, your hand shooting out of your pocket and between the closing doors. For a moment, you thought the door might crush your hand, but when they parted instead and you saw who was already inside, but you quickly found that you wished it had. 

Standing there, still draped in his coat, and large flakes of snow in his hair was one of your brother’s teammates looking like the male lead of a Hallmark holiday movie. Jeremy. Fucking. Swayman. 

“I’m just going to take the stairs,” you muttered, taking a step away from the elevator. Your hand slipped away, but Jeremy’s hand quickly took its place to keep the doors from closing. 

“It’s a quick ride up,” Jeremy spoke, his voice warm yet teasing as he looked at you with a soft smile. “You’ll only have to tolerate me for 15 floors.”

For a moment, you stood dead in your tracks, looking at him through your lashes in what you were sure was a glare. It was no secret that you and Jeremy hadn’t exactly hit it off the first time you had met and it was to no fault of his own. It was very much the opposite. Jeremy was practically perfect. Handsome. Successful. Impossibly nice. He was the kind of guy your parents wished you would bring home, and that was the very reason you couldn’t tolerate breathing the same air as him. 

You in the phase of your life that you were stuck being drawn to all the wrong things–bad boys, late nights and relationships that went nowhere because the fuckboys ghosted you before you could catch feeling. Men like that paired so perfectly with your desire for loud music and a taste for expensive wine. Jeremy was the very opposite of all that, and because of that deep down,in a place you kept hidden away in the subconscious of your mind that only just the right of alcohol could unlock, you knew that if you let yourself, you could easily fall in love with Jeremy Swayman. But falling for someone like him felt too risky–like too much potential for heartache. 

Sighing, surely loud enough for Jeremy to hear, you stepped into the elevator with nothing more than a nod of acknowledgment. Then you stood there straight and stiff, your hands coming together to wring at one another as you stared straight ahead at the elevator doors. You watch your distorted reflection as the elevator traveled up, only to look away when you felt the elevator lurch. It sent your stomach into your through, your heart skipping a beat as you looked up to the numbers at the top elevator. If the dim light of the numbers were any indication, the two of you were stuck somewhere between the 9th and 10th floors. 

Narrowing your gaze, you looked at Jeremy, who was looking right back at you, but he was no longer smiling. He wore the same concerned expression as you. 

“You’re not fucking with me, are you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice from cracking. 

“Afraid not,” he replied, his tone serious.

Panic hit you like the crash of a wave. It overtook you in a heat that left you sweating, and the air around you felt hard to breathe in. Quickly, in an attempt to relieve the suffocating panic, you shrugged off your coat and let it drop to the ground. Without its weight on your shoulders, you reached a hand out and pressed each button. When the first didn’t get it moving, your movements became more frantic. Each button was alight like a holiday tree, but not a single one of them got the elevator moving again. Stumbling back, your back hit the wall of the elevator that suddenly felt smaller. 

You had completely forgotten Jeremy was there, stuck with you, until you felt each of his hands as they cupped your cheeks. His sudden touch was warm, comforting even, as you heard his soft words in the deafening quiet of the elevator. Jeremey’s words were soft as he walked you through your breathing, anxious gasps for air quickly calming into steady breaths with his guidance. It left your eyes shutting, your hands coming up to grasp at his wrists to ground yourself with him for a moment. You leaned into his touch, focused on the warmth of his hands, and welcomed the calmness of his voice. 

Only with his help did your panic subside. 

“Thank you,” you offered quietly. “Does your phone have any signal in here?”

A single hand dropped away from your cheek. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know he had looked at his phone. You could hear his sigh leave his lips. He had no signal. Dropping to your knees, you let your eyes fall on your coat. Digging into your coat pocket, you found your phone only to find the same. 

“Well, that’s about as useless as a brick,” you groaned, your hand wrapping around it tightly until your knuckles were white. You wanted to throw it. Let it bound off the elevator walls and leave its screen broken as it lay on the ground–but it would solve nothing, so you just let yourself slip to the ground fully, sitting there on your jacket to keep your ass from getting wet, and sat there defeated. 

You watched as Jeremy pressed the emergency button, waiting for the elevator to come to life with its ring, but there was no call. No connection. Just a droning ring that left your heart racing with panic once more. 

“Let’s hope someone hears that,” he says, his tone becoming heavy with the realization that help might not be coming. 

“If it stops, we will keep ringing it,” you suggest, your voice uneven and shaky. “Someone will notice we’re missing eventually, right?”

“Yeah, right,” Jeremy nodded, offering you another soft smile as he took off his coat and laid it out on the floor next to you. 

Jeremy’s body slid against the back wall until the two of you were sitting side by side in silence. You waited for the ringing to fade before you reached out and pressed the button again. You took turns pressing it every few minutes until. It didn’t take long for the efforts to feel useless and the silence to grow heavy between you. It was then the small talk began. 

“Are you having a good season?” You asked him slowly, your head lulling to the side to look at him. 

Jeremy smiled, and you noticed his shoulders rock as he let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, it’s good, but you knew that.”

You watched a fair share of their games, you couldn't deny that. Not that you watched every game, you had a life outside your brother’s hockey career. Nodding slowly, you let your hand slip down to your phone; the screen illuminating the space between you with its light and the time was blatantly on the screen. Midnight was minutes away, and that fact sent your heart sinking a little. So much for ringing in the new year with family and friends.

“Hot date waiting for you?” Jeremy asked, his tone teasing but gentle. 

“Nope,” you sighed, your head shaking slowly, “just me and a bottle of champagne. You?”

He grinned, a twinkle of mischief that resembled the one you had so often gleaming in his eyes. “It’s just you and me in here, isn’t it?”

Smiling, you looked from side to side playfully, as if someone were hiding in the small elevator. “Looks like it’s just you and me, Swayman.”

“Call me Jeremy,” he insisted, and suddenly your stomach was fluttering with butterflies. 

Your skin flushed with heat, this time for all different reasons that panic. Biting down on the inside of your cheeks, you tried to distract your mind from the feelings that were creeping up on you. You took a deep breath in, and averted your eyes down to your phone screen. 11:59. 

The seconds were ticking down to midnight, and you could feel Jeremy’s eyes on you. You told yourself not to look up, feeling in the very air what would happen if you did. But the moment the clock on your phone struck midnight, your eyes had found him and the air between you shifted. There was no fear or panic of being stuck in the elevator for a moment, there was only the fixation of Jeremy’s lips as he leaned in and pressed his lips to your. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but when your hands raised to grip at the collar of his shirt, his hand came up to cup your cheek. The kiss deepened, and you lost yourself in the warmth of his lips and how he tasted as you parted your lips and welcomed his tongue. It had been enough to make you shudder; the kiss striking electricity to you like a bolt of lightning that sent you recoiling at the realization of what you were doing. 

But as you pulled back, it wasn’t regret you were feeling, nor was it shame. There was a lingering excitement that confirmed all your worries to be true. As desperately as you tried not to let it happen, you were falling for Jeremy Swayman. Choking back your pride, you pressed up onto your knees, ready to lean in for another kiss–

Sudden movement from the elevator sent you lurching back from Jeremy and your neck snapping back to look up at the lights as they illuminated the number ten. Then, with a loud ding, the elevator doors parted, flooding the dimly lit space with light. Squinting your eyes, you welcome the sight of a group of firefighters, your brother, and several party guests staring at the two of you. You should have been relieved to see them, but all you could feel was embarrassment, as on Jeremy’s lips was clearly your own lipstick.

TAGLIST: @mp0625 , @starshine-hockey-girl , @wingedwheelprxncess , @kurlyteuvo , @couldawouldashoulda50 , @hagelpoint-3821

[creaking-skull]

frequently people who are big villain enjoyers or antihero enjoyers will get really into their guy of choice and write these long screeds about how tragic he is or how much they enjoy his antics which is fine- to each their own- but you can never let them forget hes also annoying as hell

[ebonytails]

maybe im just dumb but what is the difference between kris p and kris t?

TL;DR - They are Kris Dreemurr fictives and we needed a way to differentiate them

Oh you're not dumb, don't worry! It really is a little confusing because we haven't talked about who they or we are in a very long time. I'm going to talk a lot here so you have all the context you might need! If it''s too long,, the TL;DR above is the gist of it.

For context, we are a system! You can read about it a little in our FAQ

Kris T and Kris P are TWO Kris introjects/fictives of Kris Dreemurr from Deltarune in our system.

Originally we just had Kris T who split in Dec 2018, and then when Chapter 2 came out, Kris P came into our system after that. Of course at first, Kris T. was just "Kris", but since we had a double now, we had to figure out how to differentiate between the two. We knew another Kris fictive from a different system at this time who was nicknamed P. Kris by Susie in our system, and susie wanted to emphasize who she was talking about.

SO. As a small nod to that, everyone decided to nickname Kris P as Kris P, as an inverse of P. Kris.

A little convoluted, I know!

Besides being Kris introjects/fictives though, they also look different! I made some new drawings to try and showcase their differences if that helps :3?

Their dark world forms also look different. Kris T's is simpler, with a shiny soft cape, while Kris P's is more complicated with a hooded cape, which is also described as "very comfortable"

Here's a whole Toyhouse of images of how Kris T. looks like right now! There's also his reference ! vvv

Sorry if you weren't interested in our "life story"! They're not just random characterizations (they are alters), so I wasn't sure how to answer w/o giving you some sort of explanation.

They have their own sideblogs, so if you have specific questions directed towards them, you can always ask here because we'll see it better, or you can send them an ask in their own blogs. Kris T's is @kristalpepsi, and Kris P's is @itswhattheycallyou

[hairtusk]

so very excited to start on my new year's goals that i might actually tomorrow. i'm bored of waiting for an arbitrary date. i want to begin anew anew anew.

[chewyhanniebug]

would anyone believe me if i said that i don't consider this to be boyhan?

[httpiastri]

the prettiest boy 🫶

[yumiyawning]

yo guys i had a math test right...I got 3,5/20 🔥🔥🔥

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽: @the0ishere , @nekomaniac , @wordsofelie , @cherriteaa , @blvewave , @stellar-headquarters

[retracexcviii]

Sunday Moon

Hello there once more dear fellows and Luna lovers, a wild Sunday moon appeared.

Don't edit this drawing and don't post it anywhere.

I told you that when I have some more posts to come back I would, but this isn't the return of Luna.

The artist is @/wa.bbitx on Instagram.

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Do you remember in November when I said I was excited with a commission in particular because I was lucky to take a slot of this artist? Well, I finally received it this week XD

And since this was something I was supposed to post while doing the weekly Luna post (and since I really love it), I bring back the Sunday Moon just for it.

[shaissa]

thechosenthree > shaissa

temporary url change for yellowjackets s3 <3

[generalflopsy]

it's really fucking depressing that the internet, something that in theory made knowledge more accessible and quicker to access, has turned to such shit. why when i search up something as simple as 'how long to boil an egg' are the first 10 results those weird ass websites with oddly generic yet specific names that write in that same '5 headers for a simple question' chatGPT format. why is the robot here and pretending he's not a robot. why am i not being directed to a sweet old lady's blog

[rabbiteclair]

I cannot physically express the fuckery I just had to deal with at work

so instead, let's metaphorically say that I am a mechanic instead, and somebody calls me up and complains that their car always says that they're speeding

so I spend hours trying to help them through this, trying to rule out basic stuff. Except their responses to a lot of my questions and instructions are kinda hard to parse, until finally, they start letting very strange things slip

like when I ask their speed, they say it's "six". when I ask what units that's in, they don't know what a 'unit' is

and after much questioning they're like "oh yeah haha my car didn't come with one of those 'speedometer' thingamajigs" like that's a completely normal thing to say, and it comes out that they are gauging the speed by leaning out the window and eyeballing the tires now and then

but also they aren't sure how the math works, so they approximate the tires as squares.

and to simplify the math more they drop a brick on the accelerator and try not to touch the brake too often