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[daydreamingfoxglove]

Day Twenty-Two: Precious

@microficmay, words: 104, ship: drarry, rating: G, additional challenge: format challenge - dialogue 

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It was Harry's second birthday since the end of the war. He was already three Butterbeers down, on his fourth Firewhiskey and had partied well into the fifth hour past midnight. He could barely hold himself up. 

Harry: Who is that?

Ron: Uh?

Harry: The beautiful, magnificent, most precious guy with the flowers in his hair!

Ron: Draco?  

Harry: Wow, even his name is pretty. Do you think he's single? 

Ron: Draco? 

Harry: [nods aggressively] 

Ron: You mean, Draco, your boyfriend? 

Harry: My boyfriend? 

Ron: [nods, exasperated]

Harry: Wow! Then what am I doing here with you? I must take him home at once.

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Also on AO3 with previous parts

[microficmay]

Week 3: Format Challenge

Create a microfic using a non-traditional format. Examples: epistolary, text fic, dialogue only, poetry, song lyrics, script, etc.

Prompt List

AO3 Collection

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Examples

How to Defeat Your Enemy: 1. Learn his schedule by heart 2. Flirt with ridicule him 3. Send him love insulting notes 4. Accept his invitation to a midnight Seeker’s match? 5. Win 6. Kiss him 7. Fuck immediately (under the bleachers) 8. Your enemy is now your lover and thus, defeated. … “Draco, what the fuck is this?”

— A Guide, by Draco Lucius Malfoy [Draco/Harry, 50 words] by @violenttulips

She sat at breakfast, checking her schedule: 9 Transfiguration - Homework ✓ 10 Defense against Dark Arts - no homework Lunch - Library  1  Muggle studies - Essay ✓ 2 Herbology - gloves packed ♥♡ Feeling the heat rising she quickly closed the book and bent down to pretend to check her bag, hiding her bright red cheeks.

— Schedule [one-sided Rose/professor!Neville, 50 words] by @waterfalls-moon

[quess-art]

Rain - The Dark Urge Memento Comic

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[lesbianaglaya]

i think all the reviews being like 'why would helly lie?!?' are funny. like idk if i was leading a resistance movement against a guy and i found out that i actually was that guy's willing collaborator/daughter. well. id be embarrassed at the very least.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In the shape of you, something new.

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[bruhstation]

“Do you know why humans often say the phrase "It’s a small world"?"

From the studio that brought you Love Train, Senja/Bruhstation presents:

🚧🚂 CASA TIDMOUTH ‘85: SUMMER PHANTASM OF THE RAILWAY 🚂🚧

Your name is Edward. Two years ago, you were thrown into the island of Sodor without your memories or your sense of self intact. The years working as a driver for the NWR 2 have shaped you into a highly reliable, amicable, and strong man of perseverance. The only thing that remains of your long forgotten past is your insatiable thirst for knowledge, and the only thing that you have obtained is a set of golden eyes that you’ve been keeping a secret from your two friends.

When terror lurks among the rails, you are thrust into a journey to send the wraith that’s been using people’s bodies for sustenance back to where he belongs, knowing full well that you might not be equipped to confront what lies beyond the fog.

Unfortunately, the people you’ve been shielding from the horrors only known to you will be caught in the crossfire. Still, you’ll do anything to keep the island safe, no?

This game features:

Fully voiced cast

Original soundtrack

Six different endings

30+ hours of gameplay

Gallery of CGs and character files

Secrets... perchance?

With the subject matter that this story brings, this visual novel is not recommended to:

Those who are sensitive to sudden sounds, flashes of light, or intense imagery

Those with health conditions such as epilepsy or heart problems

Those who are sensitive to portrayals of possession, dereality, bullying, and ableism

Those who actively seek momentary happiness in an otherwise bleak world 

Those who take pleasure in destroying themselves and their loved ones

Those who are elitist about a specific season or media of a certain talking train franchise 

Wishlist on steam | itch.io link

Development log:

I’m sorry.

[rozugold]

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[doctorsiren]

I loved your headcannons about inukawa, reigen and reigens sister and I would really like to see what you think would happen if mob and reigens sister met and I was wondering if you could possibly draw them :D

hello yes I accidentally made a comic after seeing this ask yesterday 😁 bro psychoanalyzed her 😨

[lvve-talks]

protege!reader .ೃ࿔ 🎾 *:･

after art retires, tashi needs something to do with her time. she needs someone young and fresh to mold into the next international star of the tennis world.

she finds you at the junior australian open, recognizing that same fire in her eyes as she once saw in her own when you score the final match point, making you the champion.

you're smart witted but know how to play coy. you notice everything. the way tashi's words are sharp but her gaze and her touch linger. you notice the way art looks at you when you bend over to stretch before practice in your little white pleated skirts. and you noticed the way tashi looks at art when he looks at you like that.

you learn a lot from the both of them. technique, stamina. how to hold yourself in front of the cameras and answer pointed media questions. the points on art's neck that make him flush red when you kiss them and how tashi doesn't mind sharing.

[mourningsbane]

A gift, a gift! Take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take—

Moon 2, Pt. 1.

Beginning. Go back?<< Proceed? >>

[spiderbitesandvampirevenom]

[jigsaw voice] hello non-transfem lesbian hornyposter. before you is a computer logged into tumblr dot com. your task is to write a hornypost about a transfem lesbian without making her an aggressive dom-top or a sexual predator. should you fail in this task, the computer will explode into a pile of hammers, killing you instantly. you have 30 minutes.

[moonlitfalls]

globetrotting with silas 🗺️

[fixing-bad-posts]

some very real tweets from pierre poilievre 😌

[princema-k]

THE LIVING MUSEUM: CHAPTER 1

(interactive puzzle at the bottom!)

As luck would have it, the detective had a case that had just been given to her by the Chief Constable Barton (talk about a high order!) I watched as she leafed through the folders on her desk before slipping out a small stack of papers and bringing them over to me. Clearing her throat, Detective Layton ran over the details…

“At approximately 2:00pm, a fire alarm in the Natural History Museum sounded. Around 5 minutes later, visitors in the museum reported that they witnessed several exhibits, and I quote, ‘come to life before their eyes.’ There were visitors who told officials that the suits of armour on display had started to move and raise their weapons, visitors who reported that paintings on the walls started to melt and blink, and visitors who said that the dinosaur skeleton exhibits had opened their mouths and moved their heads. But the most damning of all seemed to be the Tyrannosaurus rex exhibit, who not just moved but assumed a lunging stance with its full body, as well as somehow roared.”

“Right, that’s odd. And?”

“Well, since the officials were only able to question the visitors outside of the museum due to everyone having been evacuated because of the fire alarm, naturally they went inside to check the exhibits themselves.”

“And they found…?”

“Nothing. They did a whole sweep of the area, but they found nothing out of place. All exhibits were in their normal places, the paintings were just fine, and everything was untouched.”

“Wow…”

“I assume the reason that Barton held onto what information they had on it and handed it to me was due to the witnesses. Despite the fact that the Yard found no obvious signs of tampering, everyone swears up and down the walls that the museum had seemingly come to life at that moment.”

“...That is a proper mystery. And these files are all we have on the matter?”

“Well, in a sense, yes. These are all the files we have,” Detective Layton muses as she taps the bottom of the stack on the coffee table. Then, getting up, she drops the stack back in their folder. “...Which is why I was thinking of heading over to the museum myself to do a bit of personal investigation.”

“As expected of the great Professor Layton,” I say cheekily as I stand and follow her to the front door, grabbing my jacket off the hanger in the process. The detective sighs lightly as she places her hat on her head, pulling the brim over her eyes in mock disappointment. “Please, Ms. Altava. It's just Detective.”

Now lifting the brim, she smiles brightly as she grabs her umbrella.

“So, Ms. Altava… let’s go investigate this living museum with our own two eyes, shall we?”

And with that, our adventure into the peculiar museum begi-

“Ah, but before that, I have here the directions to the museum written for me by Barton, and it seems to be a puzzle of some sort. As you’re now my assistant, why don’t you give it a shot? Think of it as a warm-up of things to come.”

…Right. She’s Layton’s daughter, after all. How could I have forgotten? …And are we sure they're not really related by blood…?

PUZZLE 1: Where's The Museum?

Take your time and think about the answer, or Flora (and the puzzle master) will be very disappointed in you...!

A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J (Need a hint?: 1 | 2 | 3)

(thanks to @justkillingthyme for beta reading, and several mutuals for puzzle testing!)

[moonsglare]

as a member of the cloud knights, feixiao has always had a habit of waking up early. a soldier always has things to do, and it’s best to get a head start before the rest of the world stirs. the artificial sun of the yaoqing sends delicate, rosy trails of light through the window, like a fisherman casting his net—and catching not only her, but you as well, cuddled into her side as you are.

her hand strokes idly up your arm as she lays there for a while, watching you sleep against her. there’s a peaceful look on your face, the kind that makes her just want to stay in this bed next to you forever, or wish that the sun would never rise, so that this moment would last for the rest of her shortened lifespan.

she offers you a smile when you finally stir, her calloused fingers toying with your hair. “mornin’,” she rasps, leaning down to brush her nose against yours. you manage a soft, muffled sound in response, eyes only half-open. your head tilts and your lips brush hers, the most chaste of kisses, and she feels her heart beat like a war drum in her chest.

“morning,” you mumble into her mouth, before resting your head on her shoulder, still teetering on the edge of wakefulness and sleep. a soft ‘love you’ slips from your lips unbidden, almost indecipherable were it not for feixiao’s foxian ears. the rings on her left ear tinkle as it twitches, her expression turning achingly fond as she presses her lips to your temple.

feixiao is known by many titles—the merlin’s claw or the great general, to name a few—but her favoured one has always been the one she gave herself: the lacking general, for she lacks in rivals, regrets and worries. and now, as she looks at you in her arms, relaxed and content, with the morning sunlight kissing your skin, she knows she will never lack for love, either.

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

scans from the home movies box set dvd covers cuz i remembered i had a scanner and some of the arts cool

@myxomato515 sorry if tagging u in this is weird i just thought you might like these,,, idk