#firagaproductions

[makapedia]

the incubus babysitter

heeeeeey @firagaproductions / @soulevansvevo! i’m your secret santa ;) i went back and worth for a while on what i should write you, but then i remembered you said you wanted more in between stuff during my resbang and then fluff happened. ♥ THANKS FOR GIVING ME A REASON TO HOP BACK INTO INCUBUS SOUL MODE! i hope it’s still awkwardly charming. this takes place before they’re a thing <: 

#alcohol tw !!

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“Wow,” Maka breathes, palm pressed flat against his, “your hands are so big.”

She’s just a smidgen too close, toes bumping against his as she wobbles on her feet. For a moment, as she laces her fingers between his and clasps their hands tight, smiling at him in gobsmacked wonder, he regrets letting Maka talk him into attending this damn party with him. College frat parties are not his scene, not even a little bit, but they’re even less hers and like hell he was going to let her attend alone, regardless of the fact that her brother is off somewhere doing a keg stand.

Apparently sacrificing his night to babysit her red plastic cup is well on the menu of things he would do for her. But still, he can’t get over how weird the whole thing is, seeing Maka in a crop top and shorts, hair loose, surrounded by drunk twenty-somethings as they holler and act generally uncivilized.

He squints at her. “Uh, thanks?”

“You have long fingers,” she says, marveling, shifting her weight onto her toes and pinning him in place. “They’re so pretty.”

“Weirdo. Fingers can’t be pretty. They’re just bones and skin.”

She blinks at him thoughtfully, lips pursing. “That’s all I am, too. Soul, am I not pretty?”

This party was a really really bad idea. It’s time for Maka to go home and tuck herself into bed, he thinks, instead of looking at him so intensely. Her gaze is burning and he nearly withers beneath her stare, so intent on learning the truth -- is she pretty, like that’s even a question -- but she’s drunk, and while it can’t dull her intensity, it can definitely fog up her senses. When he presses his free hand against her forehead and she leans into his palm, face rosy, he knows she’s had just a few too many.

:”I think it’s time to leave,” he says instead.

She puffs out her cheeks like a cute little chipmunk and wriggles. “Nooo, I want to dance! The night is still young!”

“Maka, you can’t dance.”

“Not with that attitude I can’t!”

“Let me reiterate: Maka, you shouldn’t dance. It’s past your bedtime.”

Maka pouts, spinning in his grasp just long enough to grab a hold of red plastic. The drink sloshes around as she struggles to press the lip of the cup against her lips. She slurps, not a lick daintily, and mumbles, “You’re such a mom,” into her drink.

From down the hall, someone screams, “CHUG!” followed shortly by, “TAKE IT OFF!” and Maka lifts her head long enough to stare determinedly at him. If the glint in her eye is any evidence, she’s ready to step up to the challenge, Maka “Stubborn As A Mule” Albarn style.

Oh hell no. If it’s about to get Girls Gone Wild up in here, he’s not going to let Maka be a part of it; not while she’s got alcohol in her system, not while there are so many greasy frat boys lurking around and eyeballing the way her ass looks in those high waisted shorts. Which is fantastic, by the way, but that doesn’t give them free reign to ogle her anymore than it gives him the right. Forcing a cleansing breath, Soul summons whatever strength he might have lurking in his hot demon bod and drags her toward the exit.

“Waaait--! Drink!” Maka gasps helplessly, cup teetering in her hand, cheap booze spilling over her pale thigh. “Soul!”

“Sorry,” he sighs, snagging her jacket off the coat rack. “Arms?”

Maka holds her arms up and, much alike a parent dressing a petulant toddler, Soul pulls the sleeves over her wrists, up her arms and onto her shoulders. Her arms drop to her sides as he zips her up.

“Why didn’t you drink too?”

He snorts, tugging his sleeve down and wiping her leg clean. “Not my scene,” he answers, which isn’t a lie -- but it also isn’t the whole truth, and the admittance that he can’t get drunk by human means of alcohol would probably kill her vibe. Besides, he’s never been one for drinking at parties anyway; control is something he quite values, and if she’s going to be buzzed, he feels much more comfortable being sober enough to walk her to the bathroom and scare dickbags away with a well aimed snarl.

She looks at him through her bangs, big green eyes watery. “You didn’t have fun.”

“I had the time of my life watching you try to dance on that table, thank you very much,” he admits, cracking a grin. Her drunk flush hues deeper, pinks and reds glowing beneath her faint freckles. “Getting you down, though, was another story.”

“I’mma good dancer,” she defends.

He holds up a combat boot. “Sure. Foot?”

Maka hobbles on one foot while he wrestles the other into her boot, strapping it in place and tapping her knee; she switches, hopping and wriggling to gather her balance while he attempts to squish her foot into the boot without unbuckling it, just to save time. “I wanted you to have fun too,” she says blearily, sounding oddly defeated as Soul sets her foot down and peers up at her. “You never do anything fun!”

“I beat Pokemon Red twice already,” he says defensively.

“No! You always stay home and take care of me.” She fidgets, tugging the hem of her shirt out. From his angle, he gets a open view of her stomach, firm abs and the color (plain, sensible white) of her bra. “It’s not fair to you! What do you like to do for fun, Soul? Next time we can do something you want to do.”

He stares anywhere but her belly button and stands up, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I have a good time licking the brownie batter off the bottom of the bowl, Maka.”

She sighs miserably. “I’m a bad friend.”

Wrong; she’s the farthest thing, but he can’t even begin to go into all the reasons why she’s the greatest thing since sliced bread in his books, so he shakes his head instead, holds out a hand to her and lets her lace their fingers again. Her skin is warm, flushed a healthy, hearty pink, and her hands are small but strong as she squeezes his palm to hers.

If only she knew all the ways she’s fantastic. He clears his throat, trying hard not to dwell on the way his stomach flutters as she rubs her thumb over his. Her companionship alone is more than enough to write home about -- but letting him stay in her house, putting up with him and calling him a friend makes her a star pupil. She’s done so much for him, between letting him hold her hand and offering him smiles that keep him warm and giddy; making sure she has a safe time is the least he can do to repay her.

He swings their hands playfully. She squints at him. “Nah, just a lightweight.”

“I am not!”

“You’re like ninety pounds. I think the smell of booze did you in.”

Nose curled, she shoves her cup of brobeer into his chest. “Think again! I matched Black Star, thank you very much!”

“A mistake,” he says, deadpan.

“At least I didn’t barf,” she sing-songs, giggling, finally, and wobbling over to lean her head on his shoulder.

Her body heat is more intoxicating than the beer drenching his shirt. He tries hard not to think on it and opens the front door instead, ushering her out into the brisk night air and scurrying down the front steps to help steady her before she stumbles down the front steps like a toddler. She holds out her other hand and he grasps her arms, heaving and lifting her over the threshold, just to place her safely on her feet at the bottom of the stairs.

Maka giggles more while he attempts to play it off like he hadn’t just broken a sweat lifting her because fuck, uncool.

“You’re so tall but you’re so weak,” she cooes. “Do you even lift?”

“I lift the weight of the headaches you give me, nerd,” he chuffs. Maka presses her face into the sleeve of his jacket and he exhales slowly, watching his breath puff out a foggy white. It’s so much easier to breathe now that they’re outside, away from the dubstep and cigarettes and smell of sex. Being just a little too aware of all the messing around going on around him is another unfortunate perk of being an incubus, and college parties are a jackpot.

On the bright side, he feeds off of sexual energy and the likes. If there’s a fresh spring in his step, he chooses to ignore it in favor of making sure Maka doesn't slosh through a muddy puddle. Might as well use all this excess energy to keep the lady clean and muck-free.

Walking her home is an adventure. Drunk Maka is a lot like a puppy, excitedly shouting at every little thing and attempting very valiantly to gallop down the road and say hi to a couple of scurrying chipmunks. Which, while laughable any other time, is worrisome because it’s dark and 11 PM is prime drunk driving hour.

It’s when he’s fishing her keys out of her jacket pocket and unlocking the front door that she asks again. “Am I not pretty?”

He can’t get the door open fast enough. “Uh?”

“Soul,” she muffles against his sleeve, pressing her cheek to his arm. “You never answered my question.”

“I, uh -- didn’t think I needed to?” he admits, stumbling with her through the front door.

Her boots track mud through the threshold and onto her otherwise clean carpet, staining pale blue with dirt and grime, Looks like he’ll be busy scrubbing the floors after tucking her into bed instead of unwinding with beginning another journey through Kanto, damn.

Insecurity isn’t a look he’s accustomed to her wearing. Maka thus far has been bold and tenacious, pushing his feet off of the coffee table and pushing back his hair as she checks his temperature. Up until now, he’s been so distracted by her (admittedly drool worthy) abs and the strength in her gaze that he hasn’t ever really noticed a moment where Maka might be unsure. Their friendship has always been so easy because she’s so gung ho, leading the way through crowded grocery stores with a hop in her step and pigtails bouncing accordingly.

But tonight she looks very young and very nervous, peeking up at him through her dusty bangs. He forces out a breath and wills himself to not fuck this up.

“... You’re not unpretty,” he admits awkwardly.

Her lip wobbles and Soul’s breath catches in his throat.

Please don’t cry, please don’t cry. There are a lot of things in this world that he’s terrible at dealing with and crying girls are very high up on that list, right under doing the sex and maintaining eye contact while holding a conversation.

“I mean!” he amends quickly, squirming in her grasp. “... Why do you ask?”

The way she blinks and stares down at her feet is both adorable and concerning, because it’s such a stark contrast to the brother-wrestling, incubus-saving Maka he’s come to know and adore. But he’s not deterred, and the funny feeling in his stomach that flourishes whenever she’s around doesn’t lessen any the longer he watches her worry. If anything, it only makes it worse -- it humanizes her, makes her more than just this idol-worthy figure in his life that yanks him out of bed and warms his heart. She’s a girl with feelings, multi-faceted, and when he leans down to level his gaze with her she bites her lip.

Her breath reeks of college-grade beer. It doesn’t lessen her appeal. Fuckitall.

“You’ve got pretty eyes,” he tells her quietly, hushed, maybe even a little shyly. “And a big heart. That’s the most attractive thing about you.”

Those eyes fill up with bashful glee and he has to stop himself from gathering her face in his hands and squeezing her cute cheeks. He loves her baby face, pudgy, pale cheeks and big, big eyes.

“You mean it?” she breathes in wonder.

He flicks her forehead fondly. “Only if you get your butt to bed before the clock strikes twelve, Cinderella.”

Maka breathes out through her nose moodily. “Can I have a hug?” she asks, sounding way too much like her brother while he tries to pick up girls. Fuckboy isn’t her best look.

“No,” he says, very seriously. There’s a long pause, and then, “You’ll get pregnant.”

He’s still chuckling about the way she gasped and cupped her hands over her mouth half an hour later, while on his hands and knees, scrubbing the mud out of her carpet.

[thatadhdfeel]

tadhdfw you never make plans w people instead its three hours before you wanna hang out and thats when you ask them to hang out and they always say no bc they already have plans LITERALLY EVERY TIME

[prongsyouignoramus]

The baes firagaproductions I don’t think you saw this yet

This is my art and its not the greatest, but I'm proud of it and would be grateful if nobody removed my name from it

[deactivated-wolfstar-blog-byee]

Damn, I have to cut this short

My son just woke up. I will be picking up this delightfully wolfstar movie tomorrow, though.

BUT SERIOUSLY. It’s like they’re TRYING to be Sirius and Remus prostitute!AU. And River Phoenix is just the cutest thing. I love him.

polaroidcats <3 <3

[teenyfroggy]

omg ty firagaproductions!!!!

1.) Why did you choose your url?

i wanted a potter url and i literally pulled up the wiki page of spells and went through them tryin out different alterations and this one worked lmaoo

2.) What’s your middle name?

it’s my chinese name

3.) If you could own a fairy tale/fictional pet what would it be?

a dragon??? idk how i’d fit it in my house but flyin everywhere sounds gr8 or a tiny dragon or a phoenix or a hippocampus????

4.) Favourite color?

blue, green, n everything in between!

5.) Favourite song?

probably oxford comma by vampire weekend

6.) What are your top three fandoms?

mmmm harry potter, parks and rec, (i rly can’t pick a third bc i do blog a lot of bob’s burgers but i’d blog a lot more bjhm if there was a bigger fanbase on tumblr and i also love asoue?? and ace attorney?? and ghost trick?? gdi)

7.) Why do you enjoy tumblr?

it’s a nice place to chill w people and see more things i’m interested in and get recs for books and music and tv and movies?? also idk it’s a nice outlet and i’ve met lotsa cool folks

8.) Tag 9 followers to do these.

gonna go ahead and tag people i wanna know better so beatricebaudelaire flourishandblotted sahlazarslytherin dearpadfoot maefei twirlytalks cainsugar glaciustria levicorpvs (bc we have like the same url lmao)

[remussiriusetc]

Ah! Congratulations on all your followers :) you're one of my favorite rec blogs, I'm so very happy for you! I would like #16 (I think?) - post-hogwarts first war era.

Thanks so much! <333

16. post-hogwarts/first war era

Let Nothing You Dismay by montparnasse-- 19k, M. “There are a few things Sirius really didn’t count on for Christmas of 1979. The extreme sexual confusion is one of them; Remus Lupin is approximately seventy-eight of the rest.” Gorgeous fic.

Wrapping up this fic rec game here! Thanks, guys, it’s been fun!

[prongsyouignoramus]

firagaproductions I told you about that terrible fanfic I wrote when I was 10 right? Well, here is an extract (context, the fic begins with her getting a letter to the real school I currently attend):

When Dad heard the news he came to me and said.

‘at this school no funny buisness’. I winced. At my school I had a number of strange things done to the people around me. Like when daniel called me a swot and I got angry. For some reason when I poked him, the poke burned him. Another time when my mum fitted braces on me, I got scared that people would laugh. And they got bigger till they popped out of my mouth!’

This continues for another two pages, with appearences by the ‘reasuring voice’ of kingley shacklebolt, who came to ‘discuss hermionie’s future edgucation’

And Im gonna tag polaroidcats so she can cringe along with us

[deactivated-wolfstar-blog-byee]

I acquired My Own Private Idaho

polaroidcats firagaproductions moltensecrets BE READY tonight I will watch

[athetos]

HOGWARTS THINGY 1, 2, 13, 23, 28 :D

1. What house will you be in? - Hufflepuff 

2. If the sorting hat was on you and it said you'd be great in a house you didn't consider before, will you follow his advice or choose what house you want? That depends, i mean if it said ravenclaw or gryffindor i'd take it but slytherin? naw

13. Would you consider studying in another wizarding school? no way hogwarts is beautiful although the wizarding academy of dramatic arts sounds.... interesting....

23. Will you subscribe to the daily prophet or the quibbler or other wizarding world media? I would subscribe to the Daily Prophet I got to know whats up plus it has gifs in it 

28. Will you be curious enough to try and explore the whole castle, even if you know you can get in trouble for visiting some parts of it? what are you talking about THATS THE VERY FIRST THING I'D DO

[cthulhu-with-a-fez]

THAT HEADCANON WITH AL AND HIS STAMPEDE OF ADOPTED ANIMALS ITS BEAUTIFUL PERFECT GLORIOUS ITS PROBABLY THE CUTEST THING EVER CAN YOU IMAGINE ALPHONSE JUST WANDERING DOWN THE ROAD WITH KITTENS ON HIS SHOULDERS THESE PUPPIES FOLLOWING HIM AROUND A TURTLE IN HIS HANDS IMAGINE AL DOCTORING THEM TOO AND BEGGING WINRY TO LET HIM USE HER MEDICAL SUPPLIES TO WRAP BANDAGES AROUND LITTLE DAMAGED PAWS

after Al settles back down from adventuring around post-body-retrieval i am like 5000000% certain that he runs an actual animal shelter/vet clinic and he uses his connections with people all over the place to find good homes for all the animals but one time he finds a little tabby kitten that got stuck in a mousetrap and it's leg had to be amputated and the poor thing hisses and spits and bites but after having dealt with the exact same thing from his brother for literal years Al just scoops the thing up and plops it down on Winry's work bench and she doesn't even have to look at him to know he's giving her puppy dog eyes and she's just like 'no Al i already have one annoying stray running around with my automail i definitely don't need two of them' and then the puppy dog eyes intensify and she's finally just like FINE OKAY WHATEVER

ed pretends to dispise the little furball ('look, brother, he's just like you~!' 'i am nothing like that hairball, al, stop trying to make me like it!') but more often than not if ed's snoozing in the sunlight the cat is napping right on top of him

[prongsyouignoramus]

firagaproductions you asked for it:

‘Mrs Granger?! I have important knews’ The man said in a reashuring voice. Mum came into the hallway.

‘Who are you? And what are you doing in my house.’ Mum gasped.

‘I am kingley shacklebolt and your next quistion will be answered in due course. Now, I have knews concerning your daughters edgucation’ The man replied in the same reasuring voice. He swept into the living room. My mother frowned but decided to follow. I scurried after them’

polaroidcats

[polaroidcats]

So part of me is really tied to wolfstar getting together in like 7th year but picture this: after school. James is pretty tied up with Lily. Peter's just gone a lot for work (but really he's with voldemort shhh), and so Remus and Sirius start spending more time together. Like, loads. They rent a flat together. Of course everyone gets together for special occasions, but the marauders kinda drift a little. Except of course the puppies. It's Sirius who is with him at the full moon now (continued)

part 2: It’s super normal, two boys out of school with a flat. It’s Remus who cleans Sirius up after Order missions. Or vice versa. And then one day, Sirius wakes up and wanders sleepily into their kitchen, and Remus has breakfast cooking, and Sirius sits down and everything is domestic and everything is home and suddenly Sirius is enamored by his best friend who gives the most precious confused look to Sirius who is /staring./

//

This is so lovely but i already told you this!^_^ ahh i’m so happy you wrote an even longer version of this headcanon, you should write more wolfstar things!! :D 

(( also sorry for not responding earlier, my internet has been down the past days and tumblr mobile sucks on my phone, i seriously don’t know how you do it (well you probably have a nicer phone than me haha) ))

[moltensecrets]

You can have the asshole one if i can be the fuck off cat. Trash queen has to be the stfu cat bc its a black cat. I guess that leaves prongsie to be eat a dick 😂😂😂😂

I’m the asshole, you fuck off, trash queen stfu and prongsie eat a dick! 

Settled!

(we’re talking about this) 

[confundo]

I'm in school for international business/political science/philosophy. Always reading. Ridiculously ambitious. Scuba diver. Favorite colors are shades of blue and green. Kind of a social introvert.

Spell Cast

Protego Maxima- A powerful shield charm against dark magic. Was so powerful that it could also disintegrate people that came too close

Get yours here!

[elecmon]

Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly then send this to your 10 favourite followers. (non-negotiable) (positivity is cool) :)

ooo lets seeee

I like my hair most of the time

got myself a p cool laugh 

the amount of patience i have for things is longer than even i can believe

i get a lot of ideas to make things, even tho i dont really ever get the time or stamina to finish them, there’s still a lot of gr8 ideas

confirmed by a couple of people im really incredibly nice irl like heck yea 

[teenyfroggy]

Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly then send this to your 10 favourite followers. (non-negotiable) (positivity is cool) :)

hoo boy let's do this again

1. i like my hair right now!!

2. how good dark lipsticks look on me

3. sarcasm

4. my winged liner skills have been steadily improving

5. if u give me the chance to become one of your really close friends i will brag about you behind your back on how amazing you are and how much i love u