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Oh tumblr wisdoms give me some advice. I've got a date with a military guy and I think he thinks I'm skinny 😭 *screams in built like a heavyweight linebacker*

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I'm not afraid to admit it Gotham knights Jason Todd is hot 🔥

It's also how I picture him while reading

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when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics

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Behold my favorite internet comment ever <3

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Crying screaming throwing up cause wtf do you mean they killed Bobby?!?! This show is ripping my heart apart

Cry screaming throwing up cause wtf do you mean they couldn't even give us a goodbye kiss?!?! It's supernatural all over again

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I'm so sick and tired of people giving away kittens that shouldn't be away from their moms and then people getting appropriately sized properly weaned kittens and acting like I gave them a full size cat like no Becky she's not the size of your palm she's 14 weeks old

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Cry screaming throwing up cause wtf do you mean they couldn't even give us a goodbye kiss?!?! It's supernatural all over again

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oh arthur

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In lighter news the ghost that inhabits my house has stopped clopping around my attic

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Hear me out...

lol anyways the burns might be worth it 😜

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Can you write to Leander and Ais, who are basically competing and fighting for MC/Reader?? (i'm obsessed with these two men)

Im obsessed w them too bookie 🤤🤤 love this idea, hope i did it some justice, may expand on it later <33

~ PICK ME, CHOOSE ME, LOVE ME (LMAO)

Being new to Eridia, the doctor who brought you back from the dead, Kuras, recommended that you see a man named Leander for help.

Leander fully welcomed you into his territory, even offering you magical flowers to greet you. Though you didn’t trust him much yet, his noble and kind demeanor was a charm you couldn’t resist.

Leander knew this, and whenever you came around, he turned up his charm to the max. He was greedy for your attention and determined to make you dependent on him for everything— the physical and emotional.

That being said, he loved shoving the fact that he was able to touch you in everyone’s faces, especially Ais’. Ais never showed his disdain for it, but if you looked at him hard enough, you’d notice his easy smile twitch.

When you’re away from the mage, the demon tells you that you shouldn’t trust so blindly. That the mage isn’t what he seems. It was hard for you to believe that Leander was a complete monster behind those captivating emerald eyes… or maybe you just refused to believe it.

“Sparrow, why don’t you crash here for the night? Princess misses you.”

And no, Ais doesn’t have a problem using Princess to keep you around him, even if just for a second longer.

Ais was an intriguing individual to you, not one to say much but say everything at the same time.

Whenever Ais came to the bar— on invitation by Leander at that, he always sat next to you. If someone was occupying said seat, he’d only have to look down at the person for less than a second to get them to move.

He enjoyed the banter, about whose drink was better, who had the better bad jokes. Ais only realized that he truly needed you when he observed your features and magnetic demeanor over the rim of his glass.

Leander’s laughter died down as he watched both you and Ais grin at each other, feeling the glass in his own hand begin to crack. He mended it with faded green swirls, as if he never lost his composure in the first place. The hound Leander was talking with had left him be, knowing better than to pry.

As you ordered another round of drinks, the mage and demon exchanged looks, both borderline murderous before returning to their own business.

Ais chuckled at the start of a new kind of rivalry before downing his shot, and wouldn’t answer you when you asked what was so funny. Competing for your love against Leander may be the most fun he’s had in years.

© vinaxxo 2024. Do not use my works for ai, or reposting to different platforms. Thanks for reading <3

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Am I crazy or is the guy that shot that American health CEO like really sexy??

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Unforgiveable part 2 (Sebastian sallow fic)

The air was crisp, carrying the scent of autumn leaves as Sebastian approached the small cottage nestled on the outskirts of a quiet french village. His footsteps faltered as he reached the door. It had taken him three long years of searching, countless leads that had gone nowhere, and more mistakes than he cared to count. But now, here he was.

Anne was inside.

For a moment, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the door. What if she didn’t want to see him? What if she hated him for everything that had happened? He swallowed hard, steeling himself. He had to know.

When the door creaked open, Anne’s frail form was sitting by the fireplace, wrapped in a thick shawl. Her once-bright eyes were dimmer, her cheeks sunken, but she smiled when she saw him, and for the first time in years, Sebastian felt the tightness in his chest loosen.

“Sebastian,” she said softly, her voice tinged with disbelief.

He crossed the room in two strides, kneeling beside her chair and taking her hands in his. “Anne,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I-I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Tears glistened in her eyes. “You never lost me, Sebastian. I’ve always been here, waiting for you to come home.”

They talked for hours, Sebastian recounting his endless search for cures and answers, Anne gently reminding him of the futility of it all.

“It’s not about curing me,” she said one evening, her voice calm but firm. “It’s about living the time I have left.”

The weight of her words struck him harder than any curse ever had. For so long, he had chased the impossible, blind to what truly mattered. Now, with only weeks left, he let go of the fight he had clung to so desperately.

In those fleeting days, Sebastian stayed by her side, sharing stories of their childhood, playing simple melodies on the piano, and walking with her through the forest when her strength allowed. For the first time in years, he felt a peace he hadn’t known he was capable of.

Anne passed quietly one morning as the sun rose, her hand in his.

Weeks Later

Sebastian’s boots crunched against the gravel as he approached the familiar storefront in Hogsmeade. The shop’s windows were decorated with cheerful displays, and the wooden sign above the door bore your name.

He hesitated outside, watching you through the window. You were bustling about the shop, helping a customer with a warm smile. It had been so long since he’d seen you, and the years had changed you made you stronger, more confident. The shop was yours now, a testament to the life you had built.

Gathering his courage, he pushed the door open, the small bell jingling to announce his arrival.

When you turned and saw him, your expression shifted from surprise to something softer cautious but curious.

“Sebastian,” you said, setting down a box of inventory. “It’s been a while.”

He nodded, stepping further into the shop. His face was weary, etched with the passage of time and the weight of his losses. “It has.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, with a deep breath, he broke the silence.

“I wanted to say... I’m sorry. For everything. For not listening. For hurting you.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the counter. “It’s been years, Sebastian. Why now?”

He looked down, his voice trembling. “Anne’s gone. She passed away a month ago.”

Your breath caught, and you instinctively moved closer. “Sebastian... I’m so sorry.”

He gave a faint, sad smile. “Don’t be. I found her before it was too late, and we... we had time. Not enough, but more than I deserved.”

His gaze drifted to the shop around him. “This place suits you,” he said, changing the subject. “I’m glad you found something... steady. Something good.”

You stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “And what about you? Are you steady now?”

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes glistening. “I’m trying. But I can’t stop thinking about all the time I wasted. I thought I was fighting for her, but all I did was push her—and you—away. If I’d just listened to you...”

“You did what you thought was right,” you said gently.

“And it cost me so much,” he murmured. “But I just... I wanted you to know. And to thank you. For stopping me when you did. For saving me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

You squeezed his arm, grounding him. “She knew you loved her, Sebastian. And she forgave you long before you forgave yourself.”

For the first time, he smiled not the cocky smirk of his youth, but something softer, more genuine.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, you walked him out of the shop, the past still lingering between you but no longer an insurmountable weight.

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Unforgivable (Sebastain sallow fic)

I finished the game again today and cant stand that we cant change his ending so idea to paper and all that jazz

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The chill of the catacombs pressed down on you, the light of the torches casting long shadows across the ancient walls. The oppressive silence was broken only by the echo of Solomon Sallow’s voice, filled with fury and frustration.

“This has gone far enough, Sebastian!” Solomon bellowed, stepping closer, his wand trained steadily on his nephew. “You’re meddling with forces you don’t understand!”

Sebastian stood his ground, the crimson glow of a cursed relic clutched in his hand. His wand was already raised, trembling slightly, but his voice was sharp and unyielding.

“I understand perfectly!” he snapped. “You’ve given up on her! But I won’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to save Anne!”

You were frozen, standing just behind Sebastian. The tension between them had been building for weeks, but now it was about to explode into something irreversible.

“You’re letting this darkness consume you!” Solomon shouted. “Anne wouldn’t want this. She wouldn’t want you to destroy yourself for her!”

The words only fueled Sebastian’s anger. He took a step forward, the shadows dancing across his face like a reflection of the turmoil within.

“Don’t you dare tell me what Anne would want!” he roared. His wand snapped up, and you saw it the raw determination in his eyes to cast the curse he could never take back.

You couldn’t let it happen.

“Sebastian, stop!” you cried, stepping closer, but he didn’t hear you. His focus was entirely on Solomon, his voice trembling as he began the incantation.

“Avad-”

“Stupefy!”

Your spell struck him square in the chest, cutting him off mid-curse. His wand slipped from his fingers as he crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The relic tumbled from his hand, its glow dimming as it hit the stone floor.

For a moment, the catacombs were silent again, save for your labored breathing.

Solomon looked at you, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he lowered his wand.

“You did the right thing,” he said, his voice heavy with resignation. “But it won’t feel like it.”

He picked up the cursed relic and tucked it into his coat before turning back to Sebastian’s prone form. “I can’t stay here,” he said quietly. “Not with him like this.”

“What about Anne?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“She’s safer away from him... and me.” Solomon hesitated, then added, “Keep an eye on him, if you can. But don’t let him drag you down with him.”

With that, Solomon turned and walked away, the echo of his footsteps fading into the shadows.

Later

When Sebastian woke, his furious gaze immediately locked onto you.

“You,” he hissed, sitting up too quickly. “What did you do?”

“You were about to do something you couldn’t take back,” you said firmly. “I stopped you.”

“You had no right!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty catacombs. “Anne is my sister! She’s all I have left, and you-”

“She’s gone, Sebastian,” you interrupted, your voice trembling. “Solomon took her and left. They’ve gone somewhere safe.”

His face crumpled for a brief moment before he set his jaw, the weight of your words sinking in.

“And what about me?” he asked bitterly. “The Headmaster’s already expelled me, hasn’t he?”

You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry, Sebastian.”

He stood, brushing the dust off his robes with trembling hands. “Sorry? Don’t be. I’ll find another way. I’ll find Anne, with or without your help.”

“Sebastian, please-”

“Save it,” he snapped, storming past you. “You made your choice. Now I’ll make mine.”

You stood there, the chill of the catacombs biting into your skin, watching him walk away into the darkness.

And for the first time, you weren’t sure if you had saved him or lost him forever.

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Shadows in the Library (pathetic yandere tom riddle x reader)

this is kinda trash but i wanted to write pathetic tom riddle so bad so here

TW: stalking, obsession.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of parchment and old leather-bound books, a sanctuary of silence disrupted only by the soft scratching of a quill. She sat hunched over her charms notes, oblivious to the figure concealed in the shadows between the towering shelves.

Tom Riddle had always been a presence, magnetic and cold, with an allure that left students whispering in his wake. Yet, she had somehow managed to avoid the pull of his gravity. Until now.

For weeks, his sharp eyes had tracked her movements her thoughtful pauses, the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her quiet smiles when she thought no one was looking. She was an enigma, one he couldn’t solve and couldn’t ignore.

Tonight, Tom’s patience had worn thin. As the clock struck midnight and the last straggling students exited the library, he remained hidden, watching her. The librarian had locked the doors moments before, trapping them alone in the vast, dimly lit room.

“You.” His voice broke the stillness, smooth as silk but laced with an edge of desperation.

She startled, her quill clattering to the desk. Turning toward the voice, her breath hitched as she saw him step from the shadows. His expression was intense, his dark eyes fixed solely on her.

“Riddle,” she said, her voice unsteady. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” he murmured, advancing toward her. The dim candlelight cast sharp shadows across his angular features, making him appear almost otherworldly.

“I was studying,” she replied, her tone cautious. “What do you want?”

Tom hesitated, his mask of calm cracking just enough to reveal a glimpse of something raw beneath. “You,” he said simply. “I want you to see me. To feel what I feel. Every moment I spend away from you is-”

“Stop.” She stood, her chair scraping against the stone floor. “What are you talking about? You don’t even know me.”

His lips curved into a bitter smile. “Don’t I? I’ve spent months learning everything about you. The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the books you borrow, the way you laugh when you think no one’s listening.” His voice dropped, a whisper that sent a chill down her spine. “You consume me.”

Her pulse raced, and she took a step back, only for him to close the distance between them in a flash, caging her against the desk. His hands gripped the edge on either side of her, his face inches from hers.

“Please,” he murmured, his voice breaking with an unfamiliar vulnerability. “Don’t push me away. Tell me you feel it too.”

Her mind raced, her emotions a chaotic storm. She’d never seen Tom Riddle like this unhinged, desperate, almost... human. But beneath the veneer of emotion, there was a darkness, a possessiveness that made her shudder.

“I... I need to go,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

His grip on the desk tightened, and for a moment, his gaze faltered. “No. Don’t leave. Not yet. Please.” His tone cracked on the last word, the smooth control he so often wielded slipping away like water through his fingers. “You don’t understand I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried. I’ve tried. You’ve... changed me.” He laughed bitterly, the sound low and hollow. “I don’t even recognize myself anymore. You have no idea how much power you hold over me, how you’ve consumed every thought, every plan. You’re in my dreams, in my mind every waking moment. And I-” He paused, drawing a shaky breath, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I can’t bear it if you walk away.”

There was a flicker of something raw in his expression pleading, almost pitiful. He reached out, his fingers hovering just short of her wrist as though he feared even the smallest rejection would break him completely. “Just... stay. Talk to me. Tell me what I have to do to make you care for me, even a little.”

Her chest tightened, the weight of his words pressing down on her. She didn’t know whether to pity him or fear him, whether to run or stay frozen in the moment.

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Quidditch walk out songs for each house

Y'all can fight me on this I'm correct

Gryffindor: Lions

By Saint Mesa

Hufflepuff: Seven Nation army

By The white stripes

Ravenclaw: Thunderstruck

By AC/DC

Slytherin: For whom the bell tolls

By Metallica