#Ask 29

[askmidnightspell]

Aww your two cute not two bite for blood 🩸

[idreamofopaline]

Maybe some of the most powerful spells come from the simplest of premises. For example, the ability to say "no."

[haunted-stars-au]

Eclipse, unless your name is Alice following the rabbit is a very bad idea

[submissivefeminist]

Thh I'm just here to make sure you're doing your patriotic duty (smoking more weed)

What's your favorite weed smoking activity? [Alternative question if that's been asked] do you have a weed enjoying playlist you listen to?

thanks for looking out my good sir. 😉

kink/hypnosis/sex tbh but I'm not getting a ton of that today so bumming around w tunes and video games is the runner up.

this is my go-to playlist for most smoke sessions, some of it gets weird (you have been warned)

420 Ask Game 🌿 1 Ask = 3 Hits

[confined-to-one-spot-au]

Pretty pretty pretty! You’re a very pretty pair of [insert current gender]! Pretty, and adorable! I bet you look even prettier covered in blood!

[pastadoughie]

Cowboy cat 👢🐈

wooaaahhh their meowytner

[incognitopolls]

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[finelinevogue]

birthday boy

summary - harry’s birthday party ends up with cake frosting in his hair and your eyes

warnings: twinge of sadness but like it’s barely even there tbh, swearing, kissing, lots n lots of frosting

word count: +2.3k

pairing: fiancé!harry x reader

“Anyone need a top up?”

You were laughing with Glenne as she finished telling a funny story about her new intern. You couldn’t really hear what the story had been about, due to the obscene amount of noise in the room, but you laughed anyway.

“Yes please!” Glenne slurred, drunk on her birthday alcohol.

You were just as drunk, not because it was your birthday but because it was your fiancé’s birthday.

“Me too, please!” You held out your glass flute as the kind server poured more champagne into it, after topping up Glenne’s first.

“Me too, please!” You held out your glass flute as the kind server poured more champagne into it, after topping up Glenne’s first.

After you’d both thanked the server politely, you both returned to your conversations with each other. You’d both just needed a moment away from crowds to catch up on the evening gossip so far, so you’d come to sit on the velvet sofas in the corner of the room.

“Y/N, I have to say, you did a fabulous job on decorations this year.” Glenne cheered.

“I did?”

You looked around the room and evaluated what you had achieved. The mirrorball in the middle of the room shone a thousand diamonds down onto the dance floor, which was a black and white chessboard set up. There were fairy lights hung up around the walls. A balloon arch was in another corner of the room, where there was a rose wall behind it, for photo opportunities.

“Yeah! I love it!” Glenne looked around the room too, taking in all your hard work. “Jeff could never pull off something like this.”

It had taken you a couple of hours to set up the decorations and Harry had been all pouty that you had to leave him for so long on his birthday, but when you’d showed him what you’d been up to he fell in love with you a little bit more.

“I would’ve said neither could Harry, but something tells me he actually could.” You laughed, Glenne laughing along with you.

“Speaking of Harry… Have you two decided on a date yet?” Glenne nudged your leg with her heeled foot.

“Maybe May? I… We don’t know yet.” You sighed, shoulders slumping thinking about how you and Harry couldn’t agree on the perfect date for your wedding. “I mean, my dad can’t make any time in April, but Harry’s dad can’t make any time in June and we definitely want to be married before July, but…”

“Babe, woah, slow down. Y/N, this wedding, no matter how much you don’t want to upset anyone, is about you and Harry. It’s the one day in your life, apart from your birthday, where you get to be selfish. Take it as an opportunity to build a wedding day that you want, not anyone else.”

“Yeah you’re right.” You said so quietly not even Glenne heard.

“H’s version of a perfect wedding will be a day where you’re nothing short of perfectly happy.” Glenne shot back the rest of her champagne and placed it on the table in front of you two. “So, really, plan whatever you want.”

“Yeah” You nodded and placed your half full glass on the table too. “Alright, excuse me, I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”

“Sure.” She nodded and stood up herself, pulling down her short skirt and tottling off to find Jeff.

You walked past flurries of people, waving hello to people across the room who caught your eye. A lot of people you didn’t know, but Jeff had told you to send invites to because Harry and Glenne would know them. They were mainly Hollywood people that worked in the music industry, but there were a couple of faces you did know.

Gemma Chan was there and you made sure she knew you’d come and steal her away later for a catch up. Asif Ali was also there and you would have to go see him too, in order to bring some more smiles to your face.

After you’d finished in the toilets you walked back into the room to see a congregation in the middle of the room. Since you had organised the event and had no additional entertainment booked other than the live band, you were curious to see what was going on.

When you got to the back of the circle, trying to peer over the tall people at the back, you noticed Glenne sat on a chair with her back to Harry who was sat on another chair.

You could tell by the look in your fiancés eyes that he was very tipsy. His hair was messy on the top of his head from all the dancing around he had been doing this evening. He still hadn’t pulled you for a dance yet, but you two had been separated ever since you’d walked inside the venue. Harry was whisked away by Jeff to meet people, having a drink each time he came across someone new, and before you knew it he was dancing to Gloria Gaynor with the chief executive of Columbia.

You missed him.

When it came to events like these, even though it was actually his birthday, he was always so whisked up in the business side of it that you had to entertain yourself. It was never that Harry abandoned you, but you would rather not have to over-socialise. You put it down to your social anxiety and fear of social burnout.

“Now, a little surprise for my two best friends.” Jeff spoke into a microphone so he could be heard by everyone.

Some sensual music started playing and you automatically assumed that it was strippers. Your heart sunk at the thought of Harry having a gorgeous girl straddle him and perform intimate positions with him. It would be unkind of Jeff if he had planned something like that. Your heart lightened when you saw Jeff stand in front of Glenne and start pulling off his jacket sexily, before rounding to Harry’s side and wiggling his bum in Harry’s face. Harry’s drunk self slapped Jeff’s bum and everyone laughed. Even you.

Harry looked around the crowd, his eyes not pausing their movement until they met yours. The mischievous glint in his eyes made you wonder what he was thinking. No doubt it was something to do with wanting you as his lap dance, rather than Jeff. Jeff was doing a good job though, making everyone laugh and making his wife embarrassed that she ever married him. Luckily everyone was too drunk to care.

After Jeff buttoned his shirt back up and put his jacket on, he was handed back the microphone, nodded at you and you knew that was your queue to go and get the cake. They were sharing a cake, as they often did, so you picked it up from the kitchen with its candles and sparklers in before carrying it back carefully.

When you returned to the room, the lights went dim and the birthday tune started to play. People made way for you to squeeze through the crowd as you walked towards the birthday kids.

You smiled when Harry’s gaze caught yours. He mouthed ‘wow’ at you, but you knew he wasn’t saying it about the cake. As you stopped short in front of both Glenne and Harry, they stood together whilst people finished the song. You sang out too, looking at Harry the entire time and watched his smile remain constant as he watched you sing out.

The cake was heavy and Harry must have noticed because he picked up the side closest to him and took the weight off you slightly. As the song finished Harry and Glenne both shared the job of blowing out the candles.

Jeff helped take off the candles and sparkler to clear the cake so it was just a plain cake remaining. Harry took the opportunity to try and smash Glenne’s face into the cake, but she restrained enough to resist the force of his hand. Harry wasn’t paying attention to Jeff though and missed him coming behind him and pushed his head down into the cake, until it was too late. The side of his face and a loose curl of hair got caught up in the frosting and people cheered as he made a mess of his face.

You laughed as he stood back up and licked the frosting from the corner of his mouth, as if that was all there was to clean up. You stood still holding the cake and looking at Harry with endearment. He looked so soft and cuddly, and maybe a little delicious too.

“What are you laughing at?” Harry asked, as he lifted the strand of hair back onto his head even when it was still full of vanilla frosting.

You shook your head and laughed at him, knowing he would be a mess to clean up later. It wasn’t a second later after that thought that Harry used his own hand to push your face into the cake this time. He also pulled your head back, using your hair, so you didn’t suffocate inside the sponge. You managed to get more on your face, looking like you were wearing a face mask. So much so you couldn’t open your eyes.

“Fucking dickhead.” You muttered, but it turned into a chuckle because you were drunk and didn’t care.

Harry must have asked someone else to get a hand on the cake so it wasn’t your responsibility anymore. It wasn’t like it was very edible to anyone, considering it now had to face impressions in it.

You felt Harry take your hands, your eyes still closed from the frosting, and you could feel him guiding you through the crowds of people. His hands were warm and even though you couldn’t see whether it was him that was leading you off, you could feel it in your hands that it was Harry.

No one else's hands felt like home other than his.

His hands cupped perfectly in yours and you tailed him like a bind and lovesick puppy. His polite excuses to get through the crowd made him feel closer to you also, his voice so comforting.

When the crowd noise disappeared you assumed you must have been in a quieter room now.

“Harry where are…”

You couldn’t ask him more than that because his lips were on yours. And they were his because no one else's lips felt like home other than his. They were perfect against yours, moving over yours with such delicate precision that only came with knowing how best to kiss you. Harry knew exactly how you liked to be kissed and he was doing everything you wanted. His hands were even cupped in the right places under your jaw.

“You taste like frosting.” He chuckled.

You laughed with him, probably looking silly with frosting in your eyes. Harry had frosting in his hair though and there was no one that you’d rather be in this situation in rather than him.

“Happy birthday, H.”

“Thank you.” He said softly.

You felt Harry’s fingers wipe carefully over your eyes and relieve them of frosting. You opened your eyes carefully to watch Harry lick the frosting off his fingers with his tongue. He then brought his other finger to your lips to allow you to lick it clean, which he watched with beady eyes as you did.

“Good frosting.” You hummed in delight, knowing you had made the right call with the vanilla, not strawberry, frosting.

“Mm. Tasted better off your face.”

You laughed, hitting him softly over his ribs, “Oh, stop it you.”

“Never.” He shook his head and smiled at how he managed to make you laugh.

“I hope you had a good night tonight.”

Harry had looked like he had had a good night, but you could never be too sure until you asked him. He was very good at putting on a front, especially in show business , but with you he was nothing but honest.

“I loved it, baby, I really did. Just wish I got to spend more time with you. I mean, I love my friends and, y’know, all of them other people… but they’re not you.”

You pouted, somehow wishing you could’ve spent more time with him. You tried your hardest to finish all the decorations as quickly as possible, but you were a perfectionist so it did take longer than originally planned. As for the party itself, you couldn’t stop him from talking to people, no matter how badly you did want him all to yourself.

“Sorry.”

“No, baby, there’s nothing you need to be sorry for. Just one of those things, where too many people want my attention and yet I only want yours.” He shrugged his shoulders and he made you smile.

“You always have my attention.” You promised him, cupping his cheek softly.

“And I’ll try to give you more of mine this year. In fact, come my next birthday you’ll be sick of me.” He chuckled and stepped closer to you, not liking the 10cm of space between you.

“Could never get sick of you, H. Never.”

“Feelings mutual, lovie.”

He leant down to kiss you again, kissing your bottom lip with his and sucking on it lightly. His lips grounded you and reminded you that he was right here and he was all yours. You kissed back with force, wanting to show how much you really did love him, pushing into his lips with your own.

A minute later and your lips both raw from such loving kissing, you gave each other one last peck.

“More of that later, baby. For now, let’s go the chippy? I’m fucking starving.” Harry whined.

“Alright, birthday boy, let’s go.” And the rest of the evening was filled with chips, gravy and lots and lots of love.

[pawsandsuch-office]

For requests, how about ritsu and shigeo kitty cats :)

[pmpwbrrs]

ok update to my previous ask I made up my mind: artisaint

sure!

arti isnt very enthusiastic about trading. she prefers to just give a person what she thinks they deserve or need(like some food to a really small fragile weak scug or a bomb in the face of a scav) and she doesnt need anything in return. besides, trading is.. well, a scavs thing. so FUCK ECONOMY!!!!!!!!!

[askchuuyanakahara]

hello chuuya :) *bites you*

Chuuya: "Don't touch me."

@evermorethecrow

Chuuya: "Thank goodness.."

@sunflowerfield-29

Chuuya: "It'd be nice to just sit somewhere warm and drink some wine, I don't mind where."

[onesidedradiostatic]

One thing I love to think about is the fact that Velvette is the youngest overlord. Given how recent of a development social media is, it's entirely possible that she died after Alastor's disappearance. So imagine you're Velvette hearing about the fabled radio demon and for years your only source of information about the guy is Vox. Vox telling her how he and Alastor used to have something special, how that's the guy he's going to marry one day after he beat him and destroyed him and getting this warped perception of the radio demon that's entirely based on Vox's unrequited obsessive crush on him. And then you actually meet the guy.

oh for sure, velvette either came during alastor's disappearance or not long before, only reason why I think the latter is because alastor was already aware of the vees and that there were 2 other vees aside from vox in episode 2. but either way, doubt velvette knows that much about alastor, val seemed to have been more involved/knowledgeable in whatever went down between vox and alastor. most of her info IS probably from vox. actually do you think vox told her the reason he wanted her to go to the overlords meeting instead of him? LMAO. she probably could've guessed either way. but when she stepped into the same room as alastor she didn't even bat an eye at him (literally could not give a fuck about vox's loser crush on him). see at this point in time I think vox would deny still having a crush on alastor but considering what we've seen of velvette in episode 3 I think she'd EASILY be able to figure it out based on vox's attitude and reactions LMAO.

[tennessoui]

Same age au 19 year old street racer anakin who’s racing for the love of racing but also because of the money but also because he likes being the best lol

Obi-Wan who’s out with Quinlan (his dorm room roommate) the two of them are out exploring the small towns around their college town and stumble upon one of Anakin’s races, Anakin wins the race. Quinlan goes home with the second place winner Ventress and Obi-Wan bring Anakin back to the dorm room (Anakin may have let him believe that he was a college student again his university - he’s not, he goes to the local community college. He’s not really embarrassed about it but he wants to impress the pretty rich boy who’s hair he wants to run his fingers through and who’s face he wants to wake to)

somehow this makes me want to watch fast&furious more than literally anything else i've ever seen about those movies

i love this - idk why my mind immediately jumped to like....they spend a semester and a summer hooking up but then sort of end in a fiery crash (not an actual fiery crash but you see my point) but obi-wan, who had been a bio major to be a doctor decides to specialize in burn injuries/crash injuries after the relationship ends

and then in ten years they meet again in like. a frozen yogurt shop or something achingly mundane, and obi-wan is so surprised to see anakin that he blurts out 'you know i thought when i saw you next you'd be a burned up mess on my operating table' and anakin, whose crashed and burned a thousand different times and is shakily rebuilding a life away from racing completely (as a software developer or something) is like 'well don't sound so disappointed'

and then they hit it off all over again

[vincentbriggs]

Do you think it might be the oil/heat of your hands thats making the dye leak as opposed to Water?

I don't think so, there wasn't any oil involved when they got wet from the snow, and not much heat.

A whole bunch of people are suggesting different things in the comments, and the one that sounds the most likely to me is that it's a dye that bond specifically to protein. And maybe they used too much of it? I don't know much about leather dye, but I've got a fair bit of experience with acid dyes, and they work just like that. They don't bond with the water at all, and they barely stain cellulose fibres, but they stick to wool and silk so well that (unless you've used too much dye) the fibres suck all the dye out of the pot and leave you with mostly clear water.

Also, when I got home that day, one little corner of the wet purple glove accidentally touched one of my ivory coloured ones and left a tiny purple spot.

It would be interesting to try some experiments on more scraps, but that'll have to wait a while because I'm getting ready to move and have just packed up all my leather.

[pastadoughie]

put them in the washer and get them soggy

[nicoscheer]

chris_bloodfilms Met my hero on a train.

This story is long so scroll if you cba reading.

It's 2005, a band explodes on MySpace. They're dressed like you and their lyrics are a mirror to your life.

Bleeding heck, who the fuck are the Arctic Monkeys?

After 19 years on repeat it's now 2024. Myself and @conor_bloodfilms are travelling back from Paris.

We arrive at Gare Du Nord and Duffy stops in his tracks. He whispers to me "I think that's Alex Turner."

"F**k off!" | immediately reply. I gaze over at a guy wearing a leather jacket with long brown hair, his face adorned with aviators. We should probably stop staring as it's getting weird, sexually and aggressively weird.

Turns out it is bloody Alex Turner, the man who's provided the soundtrack to my life! He strolls past and disappears into the Parisian platform crowd. A missed opportunity.

We board our train back to London. We look to our left and there's Alex. Sitting in his seat accompanied by a notepad. He's probably writing the next Arctic Monkeys hit "Two gawping pricks on a train". We really need to stop staring.

I tell Duffers I'm going in, he stops me. Reminds me that I'm a fully functioning adult and not to create a scene. Christ, he's right! I feel like I'm 15 years old again, someone get me a Strongbow and whack Dancing Shoes on, kin hell lad!

Eventually myself and Con engage, it's a surreal experience. Alex is polite and returns conversation in a soft friendly manner. The whole situation is just bloody lovely.

I awkwardly ask if I can take his portrait, fully aware that it could result in an awkward exchange and destroy this wonderful moment. He smiles and obliges, he's effortlessly cool, asks for direction and I take a few snaps.

We disembark the train, I felt quite emotional and that's embarrassing to admit. Maybe it was the jet lag, the caffeine and croissant overload? Or maybe it was just the rekindling of my youth.

This all might sound trivial, however, for me these portraits are deeply personal serving a reminder that life is a series of fortunate events and when fully appreciated can conjure up some pretty awesome memories.