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"i don't comment on ao3 because i don't wanna be annoying or weird" skill issue + you greatly underestimate the power dynamic here, writing multi paragraph comments is like feeding a bunch of deeply insane and possibly starved ducks at the park and watch them go completely mad over having received a piece of bread

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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Alr which one should I write?

WIP list

Sebastian Sallow

More Than a Friend (angst, perceived unrequited love, emotional infidelity, fluff, sexual tension, eventual smut, drunken kissing - adding this only to avoid spoilers) - ON-GOING

"Are you going to stay? We're having so much fun!" Sebastian struggled to turn around in her arms, and maybe he should have just stayed where he was, for his own sake if not for his heart's. The girl's smile widened once she realised she could lay her dizzy head on his shoulder, and she slid even closer into his arms. Burning leads to melting. And that's exactly what Sebastian's body did, once he was sure hers would catch him. "You're warm," came her voice, muffled in his chest, his own head hung low against hers in a gentle embrace. A smile pulled at his lips when her scent filled his lungs, and he tightened his arms ever-so-slightly around her smaller frame. "Are you cold?" he quietly asked, brushing his lips against the conch of her ear and making her giggle. "Not anymore."

Homely (insecurities, body issues, body worship, smut)

"I know, right?" said Bulstrode. "D'you reckon she'd give me a chance?" Avery snickered. "Not if I ask her first!" That did it for Sebastian. His eyes widened, his heart thumping in his chest as he heard the boys talk about asking her out. They thought she was pretty. They liked her. His lips trembled as he looked down at his body again, his quivering hands once more coming to touch his stomach. He felt even more ridiculous about having thought he might have a chance — he wasn't handsome, he wasn't sculpted, he wasn't enough.

Quid Pro Quo (crack fic, body swap, fluff, suggestive)

From the very first time she had set foot into that school, rare were the instances she had been certain of anything. With the exception of one. She would never drink a concoction made by Garreth Weasley. A few apples from a sketchy house hidden in a corner in Hogsmeade? Perfectly edible, if not a bit chalky. A glass of Firewhiskey lying around in a Scriptorium that hasn't been opened for thousands of years? Only a little sour. A soupçon of whatever Garreth had conceived while watching Poppy Sweeting accidentally drop a string of her hair that caught up in her hands into her cauldron while adding Newt spleens to her Everlasting Elixir? She would get a stomach pump for less.

Love is not quantifiable, and therefore not finite (fluff, angst if you squint, falling in love/friends to lovers)

The girl sighed, dejected. She had always had a good relationship with the librarian, given her thirst for knowledge and love for reading. It wasn't rare for the woman to let her stay just a little more than necessary, or allow her to borrow more books than it was practice — but now it seemed Madam Scribner had forgotten about the real Anne just like everyone else, and all that was left was the newly-cured Ann Sallow, who only deserves pity and commiseration.

Best Served Cold (cheating, angst, emotional manipulation and abuse, psychological harassment, smut, dub/con)

"Give me one reason to get over this." She said coldly, staring down at him. "I…" His voice broke. Because the truth was: he didn't have any. He wasn't worthy of another chance, he didn't deserve it. But he was a selfish bastard. And he needed her. He only realised it too late. "I just…" He looked at her, eyes wide and glistening with unspilled feelings. And then, his judgement was gone. "I'll do anything you want." He declared, clearly not weighing his words properly. Because that was a dangerous thing to say. Especially to her. And he should have known better after all these years.

Sonnet XI (smut, semi-public, pwp analogue)

"Advanced Transfiguration." He read the title of the book she was holding with a smug smile. "I would say 'impressive', but you certainly don't deserve that type of credit." "What are you staring at?" She sighed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at his presence. "The book in your hands," he replied. "I don't expect someone like yourself to understand, but that is a complicated and extremely difficult field of study with applications beyond most wizards' comprehension." Now she couldn't stop herself. And her eye sockets hurt. "And tell me," she said sarcastically, "what exactly, in your opinion, is so difficult about this book to someone like me?" "It takes years to develop the precision and subtlety of touch required for Transfiguration. Your simple mind can't comprehend the complexity of the spellcrafts required." He shrugged. "Glad the grades are mine., then"

Dissolving Margins (hurt/little comfort, emotional swapping, depression, fluff, angst)

“I don't need saving,” she said quietly, her hands like velvet on his. “I just needed to be seen, and as selfish as that sounds, I'm glad you did.” He wanted more than to see her. He wanted to take it away, if not to destroy it then to carry the burden for her. “But I'm even more glad that it was temporary.” Sebastian felt his lungs empty of air, then. His hands left hers to wrap around her frame. He brought her to him and hugged her like he realised he'd never done before: the way she needed.

Be my Valentine (Valentine's day, morning lazyness, smut, fluff and sweet, pnp)

Never had normality felt so overrated, though, now that his fingertips lightly skimmed over the soft skin of her stomach, now that his leg was tangled between hers. His gaze lazily fell on the pillow next to him, on which rested a sweet, gorgeous face in deep sleep. Sebastian found himself smiling, with bleary eyes and a comfortable lassitude locking him to the mattress. He caressed her, running his thumb to pull at that soft pouch under her navel, then cupped the side of her hips. She shifted a bit and hid under the covers. On a normal day, Sebastian would've been a brat; would've probably tickled her awake, and blown on her eyes to annoy her. She would've squirmed and pushed him away before loving him once again. But he couldn't find it in his heart to move, and couldn't find it in any part of him to bother her.

Garreth Weasley

Red Raps and Golden Luck

He used to follow footsteps that were already set out for him — farmworking, being sorted into Gryffindor, perhaps a job at the Ministry — and could barely turn away from them enough to see past his nose. It wasn’t quite for lack of interest, but for rather a veiled pride that had loomed over him since a young age, fed by years of praise and expectations.

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Elodie e Mahmood dalle Instagram stories di Elodie

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I am Sebastian Sallow (fuelled by rage) (desperate need to tear my skin off) (loves Ominis Gaunt) (will still treat him like shit)

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Apologising in advance for the generic white man we're sending to Eurovision. They took this from us 💔

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Grazie ma no grazie born to be performed in amarello's sanremo forced to be performed in telemeloni

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The Holy Week spam is over and now I can come back to my normal fandom duties (and grieve in silence)

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Classifica fatta dopo che Topo Gigio ha smerciato nei camerini della sala stampa sennò non si spiega

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Dall'ultimo articolo della Wild

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No ragazzi io alla fine di questo festival non ci arrivo

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Qualsiasi persona: Carlo io vorrei-

Carlo Conti:

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Stash col guinzaglio e la target audience (<italian lgbt community) raggiunta

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Non capisco perché Stash con quella voce e tecnica rockettara spettacolare che ha finisce a cantare "sale come un ascensore quando vengo da te"

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tony effe vive in una di quelle mafia au di wattpad, figlio del boss di mafia International che compra la Y/N all'asta dopo che la madre non paga il pizzo o qualcosa del genere