#loved this chapter 😍

[r0sy-maple-m0th]

willtresor maze theory lets freaking go???

okay so the dog in montys latest flashback is pretty universally accepted to be a parallel to will. if thats the case, then that should mean that the first time they met, in the maze, will was trying to defend monty from something

and it was was likely before either of them manifested, so just imagine will throwing himself in front of monty and montys just like "wtf this scrawny white boy doin'... what a dumbass. i need him immediately."

it works with their current relationship too, because it would explain why monty treats will differently (other than him being GAY.). he knows will isnt likely to screw him over, and that brings a sense of comfort in a situation that leaves him constantly afraid. in exchange, he tries to offer that same protection to will, albeit hidden behind choking him and cursing him out😍😍

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

LADS LIs:

[x]

[thekendallkathryn]

🎀 princess soobin 🎀

[runraerun]

Chapter 4 of Easy as 123 is LIVE! 📺

And look! More wonderful art from @racketti <3 He really understood the assignment (commission) and brought Mr. H to life! 🥹♥️ I’m so obsessed. Thank you again, my friend!!

[shellylongerbeam95]

IT'S REALLY HAPPENING MY HUSBAND IS GOING TO BE AT NEW YORK COMIC CON ON SAT. OCT 11TH & SUN. OCT 12TH 2025?! 😭😍

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, chapter 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

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.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

[charleemoon]

dunmeshi is so great for people who enjoy seeing their faves bleeding out and suffering and being tortured but get too emotionally distraught when they actually die. because someone will just get their throat slit and then get back up. get their head exploded, get crushed, stabbed through the heart, limbs torn off, broken bones sticking out, gushing blood, and then they just. get healed and revived and all is well ^_^

[choccy-milky]

Hello! I'm not sure if you remember me but I DM'ed you one time and ask for some advice when it comes to drawing.. XD I just wanted to post this to show you how much I have improved, as well as a gift to say thank you for giving me the inspiration to practice drawing again!! I know I still have a lot to learn, but I will do my best to keep on practicing and maybe someday I can draw my MC along with yours :D

AW THIS IS SO CUTEE THANK YOU!!😭🥹🥹im so happy i could help you even a little bit with any advice, and also that i could inspire you to keep drawing!! your art is already super adorable so ik youll just keep getting better and better, and im hononured to see clora in your style...TYSM AGAIN!!🥹💖💖🙏

[caprart1]

Hi everyone!

Sorry for my sudden drop off the earth. I've had crazy burnout these past few months and got to a point where I couldn't look at my art without feeling some dissatisfaction and anxiety, so I just up and decided to take the break I needed from drawing and tumblr to reset my mentality

And I got semi-caught up with ff7 rebirth during my time away, so I've got some new inspiration 💪

I'll be making art again! Not even my brain will take sephi art away from me

[reescrever-as-estrelas]

♥️ From the Shallows to the Deepest End: Chapter 4 by @writingwife-83

🎶 I Think They Call This Love - Elliot James Reay

♥️🎵♥️🎵♥️🎵♥️ SPOILER ALERT ♥️🎵♥️🎵♥️🎵♥️

Rey let out a peal of excited laughter as she turned the dial on the radio. It finally worked! Static laced sound filled the little sitting room where Rey had been sitting on the floor for some hours after dinner, working by the light of the moon and one oil lamp. She turned the dial on the radio carefully, looking for a station.

“Everything ok in here?”

She kept her focus on the radio, but answered Ben where he stood in the doorway.

“More than ok! I fixed it! I’m just… looking for… a station…” she murmured, still turning with careful fingers.

In her peripheral she saw Ben take a seat in the armchair nearby, and a subtle waft of soap and shaving cream hit her nose. She was momentarily distracted, having come to connect that sensory experience with comfort and warmth. Since Ben’s injury, that scent had become all too familiar when she laid her head down to sleep at night.

“That sounds like My Blue Heaven,” Ben said, leaning forward.

Rey paid closer attention, adjusting the dial slightly to clear up some static… and then there it was. She grinned up at him. 

Rey’s eyes shot open and she looked over at him, suddenly self conscious. “Me? Oh, no, not really. I mean yes! I like dancing… myself. I’ve just never, y’know… with someone.”

“I got it!” She exclaimed in blissful relief, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back for a moment, the music washing over her. She hadn’t heard music in months, and there was simply no feeling quite like it. She’d let it play all around her all day every day if she could.

“You must like to dance, if you like music so much.”

She looked away again, feeling her cheeks set ablaze, reminded again that he must find her a little ridiculous and childish. He’d likely had years of experience dancing with countless young women.

“May as well start now.”

Rey's eyes turned to saucers when she looked up, realizing that Ben was standing next to where she sat, hand extended down to her in invitation.

“Y-you don’t… have to do that,” she stammered quietly.

Ben shrugged a shoulder, the slightest hitch at the corner of his lips. “What kind of husband am I if I can’t at least teach you to dance?”

She still hesitated, staring at his hand for a moment longer before swallowing thickly and finally taking hold of it. Ben pulled her easily to stand, and then it was as if she was instantly surrounded by him, that familiar scent wrapping around her even before his hand met her waist and slid around the curve of it.

That was another sensory experience entirely.

Rey, in turn, placed her unoccupied hand on his shoulder, not needing instructions for at least that much.

“I lead, but just try to mirror what my feet do with yours,” he said, his voice a little lower than she expected. “Step forward, then to the side, then step back… yeah, just like that.”

Rey chewed her lip, head angled down to watch their feet.

“And you can relax too.”

She couldn’t help rolling her eyes.

He let out a short laugh. “It’s hard to move when you’re so tensed up.”

“It’s called concentration,” Rey huffed in defense, but felt her cheeks heating up.

She tried to take his advice though, leaning into him a bit more. It actually did make dancing easier. The way he was leading made it feel like he was doing more than half the work. But she still had to focus to keep her feet moving correctly.

“Eyes up.”

The soft command surprised her a little, prompting her to instantly meet his gaze. But she found she wasn’t ready for what she’d see. And it almost seemed like he wasn’t either. 

Ben’s eyes were so close, and seemed to shimmer looking down at her. She saw him swallow thickly. “It’s uh, just that it’s actually harder to dance when you’re looking down,” he explained softly.

“Oh.” It felt difficult to get much more than that out, like she was strangely breathless.

My Blue Heaven ended on the radio, and almost immediately another song began. Rey knew that bluesy, rhythmic guitar…

“Careless Love,” she spoke aloud, mostly to herself. But the moment the words left her lips, they seemed to hang uncomfortably in the shared air between them, and she felt her blush returning under his gaze. 

The motion of their feet fell into something smoother and more comfortable with that second song. Less of the waltz they’d been doing before, and more of a simple, gentle swaying. Rey had indeed stopped focusing on the steps, and instead just moved in tandem with him. This was what she always imagined it would be like, any time she’d seen a couple dancing together. But maybe this was even better. It felt a little bit like floating, except that being held by Ben felt so much better than water.

Just as she was questioning whether he’d begun holding her closer or if she was imagining things, she watched as he moved their joined hands in closer, right into his chest, anchoring her hand there against his shirt. She could feel the warmth beneath the fabric, feel his heart beating… fast. His expression was a little unreadable; still serious, but soft. 

There was so little space between them now that she wondered if he could feel her own heart beating out of her chest as well. 

What was happening?

Ben’s eyes began to shift, flickering to her lips, back to her eyes, then to her lips again. It was becoming harder to breath, harder to think, to do anything but hold tight to him. His head tilted ever so slightly downward, and hers began to spin pleasantly.

[acourtofquestions]

“Can I hold you?”

[sirensea14]

Cursed critters pt 3:first add eyes.... then add teeth.... now see how they look with H A I R

Your wish is my command 😌✨ Thank you for that wonderful idea, anon!

Cursed critters part 3!

They all look so pretty, obviously and absolutely not photoshopped. Theyre all in for natural look✨

[marchtooctober]

It's been long since i last posted! Since we still have another two weeks before the next chapter, here's a one-shot to keep us company. Enjoy 😉

It had been raining the whole afternoon, something that was missed off by the weather forcast. The ever-ready Loid marched the road to the subway with his umbrella.

"I guess I have no choice..." He quietly mumbled as he decided to go by one of his shortcuts to cut off his time of travel.

With quick but careful steps, he walked through isolated alleyways. Nothing seems to be out of ordinary until he passed by the old closed-down shop.

"Yor?!"

"Loid?"

By rare instance, he ran into Yor who was taking shelter from the rain.

"You're taking shelter here?"

"Yes. I didn't bring an umbrella. I didn't know it will be raining this afternoon." Yor replied.

Loid thought that Yor would be home by now that's why it surprised him to see her. He wondered how she ended up there.

"My work at the hospital ended later than usual so I got off just now. How about you? How long have you been stranded? How did you ended up here?"

"Actually, I wanted to borrow some books from the library so I went there but it was already closed. And then it started to rain before I could make it to the station."

"Maybe we should get going. Anya is probably home by now. We have to go home quick and prepare dinner. Let's hurry so we can still catch the train." Loid said with a glance on his watch.

"But I don't have an umbrella."

"We can share mine."

Yor stared at Loid with widened eyes.

"Share? But..." Her voice trailed off.

She thought if by agreeing to it would mean intrusion of Loid's personal space. Is the umbrella even big enough to cover them in the first place?

Loid must have noticed her hesitation.

"Don't worry, it's big enough for us." He said in reassurance.

"W-Well then..."

And so the two of them stepped out of the shelter and carefully walked the drenched street. Loid held the umbrella while Yor held his briefcase. At first they were able walk just fine but Yor is slowly walking out of pace.

It finally dawned on her that their closeness under the umbrella is making her uneasy.

She knew that there's nothing wrong with sharing an umbrella together. But she wondered if it is a mandatory thing for couples to always share an umbrella, despite only doing this for the first time. They are a couple, though a fake one at that. Yor told herself that she ought to get used to having to share and doing things together. That this is also part of a married couple's normalcy.

While Yor thought of all these things, Loid tried to keep up with her walking pace. In doing so, he could not avoid brushing against her shoulder. He did not think too much of it but he thinks that he is still fine with this proximity. So far, he's been able to match up with Yor. But when they reached the end of block, Yor suddenly took a wrong footing on the cracked pavement and almost tripped. In a flash, Loid's hand grabbed Yor by the shoulder and pulled her close.

"Oops! That was close! Be careful on your steps."

"T-Thank you, Loid. And I-I'm sorry!"

The sudden gesture certainly saved Yor from being hurt and drenched but it did no good to her current state of mind. She was about to combust from anxiety and embarrassment. She could feel the pressure of Loid's hand despite her thick coat. Loid again noticed her reaction.

"Are you o-"

Loid was cut off by a low rumble. Then came a sudden gust that blew the rain against them. The rain poured stronger.

"Let's stop there for a while."

"Okay."

They hurried to the turn of the street where they stopped outside the nearby establishment. They were barely sheltered but it was better than walking in the strong downpour. Loid kept his umbrella open to add protection from the rain. Then he turned to Yor.

"How are you, Yor? Are you alright? You look feverish."

The man didn't know that Yor's feverish countenance had nothing to do with fever at all. The few minutes they spent close together under the umbrella felt longer and Yor was relieved to be freed from the queasy feeling she had to endure.

"No, no, it's nothing! I'm fine... How about you? You've been holding the umbrella for me. Aren't you drenched?" Yor tried diverting the question.

"I'm okay. I'm not that wet."

"It seems like we're stuck again... How about if I go home first? I can just run all the way-"

"No, Yor! You can't risk getting sick. It will be safer to wait for a little while." Loid protested and thought for a moment if Yor really meant to run all the way home.

"But no one is with Anya."

"Anya is with Bond. They are probably having fun together watching cartoons. Besides, she can be more independent than you might imagine." Loid reasoned, trying to convince himself too at the same time.

"I hope so."

After that, silence ensued and only the rain can be heard. The rain is giving no sign of faltering. Loid and Yor start to feel the dampness through their coats. The both of them are rather confident on their own that they won't get sick even if they dashed out in the rain. But so as to not worry the other, they opted to stay put.

Quickly, more and more people took shelter with them. And as the place became more crowded, Loid and Yor had to adjust closer until they're practically stuck together. Yor felt the agitation coming back again and Loid also realized his own uneasiness.

What felt like an hour was only a mere span of fifteen minutes. It's been only fifteen minutes since Loid and Yor walked through the rain under the same umbrella.

It was only a short time. But they both knew that it will take more than a strong downpour to wash the memory away.

[shellylongerbeam95]

15 Days until My Husband's Birthday!! 🤭🎂😍

😍 (04/21/79) 😍

He is SO HANDSOME?! I am so in love with him & the silver streak in his hair. 🤭🥰

I also LOVE the gray in his hair & his beard it seriously looks AMAZING on him. 🤤🔥😍

[myokk]

WIP🫶

Ive started working on some of the oneshot requests I’ve gotten during my workout today🥰♥️

Sebastian Sallow sneaks a glance over to the girl at his side.

She’s huffing and digging through her bag and making too much noise but he doesn’t mind, because soon she’s found the book she was looking for and she rests her head on his shoulder as she lazily starts flipping through its pages. Anne and Ominis sit across from them, Anne trying to convince him to play Exploding Snap and failing miserably.

The light rumble and clattering of the Hogwarts Express as they head to London is something Sebastian isn’t used to; he remembers his parents complaining about it whenever they remembered its existence when he was a child - it’s unnatural to follow muggle customs they would say to each other over dinner, waving their wands to make the gas lamps brighter as the night went on. Now, he can appreciate the irony of it all, but back then he had held onto their every word as if they had the answers to everything. It’s his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and yet this is the first time he’s ever ridden the train.

“Why do you bother with muggle books, anyways?” he asks her, making sure to wait until she’s started reading before he asks. He doesn’t know why, but he likes when she gives her full attention to him after she’s been interrupted, although she hates it.

She wrinkles her nose up at him, before turning back to her book with a sniff. “You wouldn’t get it.” She settles back in place and resumes her reading.

“What are you reading, anyways?”

“Anne, somehow my favorite shoulder has gained sentience and is hell-bent on interrupting me. Please entertain him.”

Sebastian scowls at his sister, as if daring her to do whatever she had planned (nothing good judging by the evil smirk on her face), and leans back. Maybe his eyes stray to follow her finger as she reads her book, and maybe they actually start to read the book, and maybe he actually starts to enjoy himself.

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fic: Heart Beats Slow author: cam_elot | emilianadarling  artist: lovey-dovey (full art on tumblr and ao3) chapter: Collision Course (1/6) rating: E ship: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker contains: Alternate Universe (Neo-Noir/Urban Fantasy), Werewolf!Din, Incubus!Luke, Coruscant, Sex Magic, Magical Sexual Urges, Rough Sex, Biting/Marking, Protectiveness, Porn With Feelings (and a side of plot). summary: Among black towers and gleaming neon lights of Coruscant, a grieving Mandalorian finds a half-starved incubus in the snow. In a galaxy far, far away - where magical beings live alongside droids and sentients - their lives, once separated by class and species, are drawn inextricably together. And all the while, something darker lurks in city shadows.