#Help a poor soul with their fanfic please?

[joyfullyprofoundheart]

Ok listen up oh great Tumblr dee la Tumblr da-ers

So I need some help :<

Looking for a fanfic I read a while ago to prove a point about my teen brain, it was a harry potter fic harryxdraco, series rewrite at least up to book 5 in which Draco goes back in time and changes how he and Harry met and interact. Harry is not in slytherin I'm pretty sure

Currently dying trying to find it on ao3, if anyone has a bell ringing in their head from the description pls help. You are my only hope random Tumblr user :0

[akaaschi]

soooo

Are bokuaka fics still a thing???? I haven’t been here for a long while, and first thing I did was reread all of my favorite bokuaka fics. BUT!!! Now I’m in need of some new content!

SO! Please recommend your favorite bokuaka fanfics <3333

[busycloudy]

"Happy Birthday Prefect!"

 • So...Guess who's birthday it is. That's right, it's mine!😁

 • This is basically what I think they would give you when it's your birthday 

• Tooth rotting fluff fanfic? Headcanon? Idk🤷‍♀️Either way it's tooth rotting fluff(The last part might make you shred a tear tho)

 • Reader is gender neutral. The first years/our chaotic of a group is last! 

• Enjoy! (And happy birthday to anyone else that has a birthday today!)

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Riddle Rosehearts- A Necklace

He gave you a necklace with a Rose, to resemble him, on it. The beads are a bright red and black. In the center of it a beautiful and small glass rose is shown proudly.

Trey Clover- Favorite Sweet

He made you your favorite sweet! He made it specially, and don't worry, no oyster sauce was added!

Cater Diamond- A Phone Case

He got you a phone case that has your favorite thing on it. For example if you like cats he got you a phone case with a cat pattern on it.

Leona Kingscholar- A Ring

This ring was something that simply just reminded you of him. It was golden with silver lettering that said "Herbivore". He didn't tell you this, but he has one himself that says "Sleepyhead"

Ruggie Bucchi- Favorite Food

Ruggie got you some of your favorite food, free of charge! Well, all you owe him is to always have a smile on your face.

Azul Ashengrotto- A free drink + free food

He let you have a free drink, and a free dish from the monstro lounge. How very kind of him to do for a poor unfortunate soul like you! He may also let you sit with him in the V.I.P room and chat.

Jade Leech- Book- Terrainum

He got you a book about different plants, and a terrarium! When you decorate the terrarium, do get Jade if you need help! He will gladly do so!

Floyd Leech- Plush

He got you a eel plushie. He came across it and thought it was adorable, so he thought to give it to you! (He also has a matching shrimp plush)

Kalim Al-Asim- Pictures

Kalim knew for a gift like this, it couldn't be anything, it had to be sentimental, so he gave you some pictures the two of you had together. Hang it on your wall/fridge and he will be so happy!

Jamil Viper- Snake Bracelet

A golden snake bracelet that wraps around your wrist. He hopes this reminds you of him. (He'd be so happy if you wore it every day, please do so, or at least wear it as much as you can🥺)

Vil Schoeinheit- Hair Clip

He gave you a hairclip shaped like a crown. He was still the fairest of all, but maybe you could second him.

Rook Hunt- Bow and Arrow

Rook gave you a bow and arrow of your own Iff you ever would like to practice archery, come to him!

Idia Shroud- Controller- Headphones

He gave you a black and blue game controller with headphones that match, which also have cat ears on them. You can game with him anytime!

Malleus Draconia- Earrings

Malleus gave you dragon earrings, something to represent him. "Would you like to go on a walk tonight?" he asked you. The two of you looked at stars and constellations that night.

Lillia Vanrouge- Fingerless Gloves

Black fingerless gloves with a green bat symbol on it. He also says "You've grown so much since I first saw you" then patting you on the head.(KJDHSJHSHSDJ I DIED WHILE MAKING THIS PART)

Silver- A Blanket

This blanket had multiple squares of different shades of your favorite color(Like patchwork)The blanket was also very soft! If you wasn't already getting good sleep, this will definitely help!

Your friends, the first years, gave you scrapbook to hold all your memories, and matching bracelets

The scrapbook has pictures of everytime all of you guys have hanged out together, and some pages are still left empty to fill out more and more memories. The bracelets have all your main colors on each and every one of them, and connect to each other when close by. They have a striped pattern of Red(Ace), Dark Blue(Deuce), Yellow(Jack), Purple(Epel), Light Blue(Ortho), Green(Sebek), Grey(Grim), and [insert your main color](You).

Ace says the bracelets were "Duece's 'stupid' idea" But in all seriousness, he also loves them.

These things are something you can have so if you ever end up finding a way home, you can take it with you to remember them.

[g0thic-ghost]

Slasher’s in bed HCs, ( 3 Slashers ).

Hello, this is my first fanfic on my blog so the writing won’t be as good (aside from it also turning out bad because I’m half asleep). But, 18+ themes will be up ahead and Gender neutral reader. Slashers being ‘used’ : Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire, and Billy Lenz.

REQUESTS : OPEN

Bubba Sawyer

Even if Bubba did the terrifying things he does, he is still a sweet and innocent soul. So, when you had suggested to take things ‘further’ into your relationship he became a stammering, dark-red, nervous reck.. “Why would they suggest that”, was all he could think when you suggested ‘that’. 

Though, he was nervous, he still gave in. As he wanted to make you as happy as ever and give you as much love as he could, resulting in you two having a ‘moment’ in the small bedroom you two shared.

When you two were getting ‘ready’ and undressed in front of him, Bubba couldn’t help but just examine and stare at your body, like if it was some beautiful peace of art that could easily please the eye. “ So beautiful “ was all he could think the moment he saw you drop your pants down to your ankles. 

Bubba is an absolute mess when it came to the part where he had to undress himself, being dark red and holding his hands to his mask. As if he was hiding himself from you.. Resulting in you having to help him take off his clothes, which was a lot of work from how much he would squirm.

Soon enough, you two started to share a moment together.. Lying on your back on the small bed as Bubba took himself upon you, his hands holding themselves up on the sides of the bed. 

Bubba is really sweet and gentle with you when it came to actually doing ‘it’ , entering you very slowly and giving you a few minutes to adjust to his thick size. And soon giving you slow thrusts

Bubba is showering you in kisses the whole time. Planting soft kisses on your cheeks, jaw, neck, collarbone and everything he could reach from the position he is in. 

Bubba is a little loud, from how much he moans, squeals, groans, etc. Poor Bubba just can’t handle the new feeling, he feels pleasure, excitement and love for you. 

Bubba is a little touchy, as he slowly gets the habit of running his hand up and down your small body. Wondering how you could take his size and why exactly do you feel so much pleasure, but also enjoying the feeling of your soft skin grazing against his rough palms.

Aftercare from Bubba is just precious. He soon finishes and immediately curls himself up to you and covers the two of you with a blanket, as he runs his hands through your hair while he makes soft humming noises against your neck.. After your cuddle session finishes and you calm yourself, Bubba will clean you up and give you a new pair of clothes. (Which is always a shirt of his and nothing else, but you don’t complain much because of how comfortable they are).

Brahms Heelshire

When you first suggested taking things ‘further’ in your relationship with Brahms, he was immediately shocked at this suggestion as he never expected the relationship to come to ‘this’. All Brahms could think was “Are you lying?” Or “What?!”.. But as soon as you confirmed you wanted to do such activities he immediately became an excited mess. 

Brahms didn’t hesitate one bit as he answered to your suggestion with a firm, “Yes.. Please.” , which resulted in you heading to the guest room in the house to have your special ‘moment’.

As the two of you got ‘ready’ to have this special moment, you sat on-top of the soft cushions that were placed on the bed and Brahms quickly followed behind you and sat right next to you.. Slowly placing his hand on you thigh and leaning into you, sharing a (messy) passionate kiss with you. All he could do was run his hands over your thighs and up your stomach the more he leaned into the kiss.

Brahms soon finished the kiss, but slowly started to tug on the bottom of your shirt, signaling he wanted it off.. And now. Which soon turned into him being fully naked as Brahms lied you down and placed a pillow right under your lower back. 

Soon enough, you got comfortable by the pillow which was placed on your back by Brahms but this relaxation soon was interrupted as Brahms started to run his hands up your thighs and onto your knees, ‘using’ them to spread your legs open to him. Brahms held tight at your ankles so you wouldn’t dare to move and interrupt him.

Brahms is a little messy and rough when he does ‘this’, placing his tip right at your hole and not hesitating to immediately thrust into you. Moaning loudly as he does. 

Brahms is very touchy, running his rough palms up and down your gentle skin. Touching at your ankles, shins, knees and thighs which he always made sure to give a hard squeeze just so he could hear those gasps that came out of you every-time he did so.

Brahms is extremely loud, from how much he moans and groans, such words as “Do.. So you like what I’m doing to you?” , “So so.. Good”, and “Mmmmmoree!” Coming out of his mouth while he thrusts inside of you, being sloppy in his pace as he just wants to get the best angle. He is practically begging for more even if he is having everything he could possibly have.

Brahms is extremely needy and controlling, begging at you to moan and talk to him from how much he loves the way your voice sounds when you’re in this situation. But controlling with you body, pulling at your ankles for you to moan his name or simply to bring you closer to him.

Aftercare from Brahms is not heaven or hell, it’s just ‘right’.. Brahms soon finishes when you finally get some ‘relief’, and immediately crawls up to you and holds you tight in his arms.. Wanting every last drop of attention from you. Kissing at your face so you could do the same back until he finally falls asleep in your arms. 

Billy Lenz

You and Billy were sitting on your bed as he lied his head on your lap and had his hands above his head and holding right up to the sides of your hips, giving them light squeezes which in someway made you bring up the suggestion of do ‘that’. As soon as the words you spoke to him about being intimate, Billy practically perked up and a smile crept up on his face. All he could think was the nasty thoughts that built up in his head.

Billy immediately said yes, as he shook his head, bumping his head up against your lap. “Yes! .. Yes yes YES! Billy is so nasty.” He babbled at you as he quickly sat up and pulled you down, resulting in this ‘moment’ starting.

As you got ready for the ‘moment’ to share with Billy, you started to take off your clothes which made Billy practically drool at just the sight of your bare skin being shown to him, and him only. He was staring at you like you were a whole-course meal and he was a starving man about to dig in.

Billy soon gets out of his trance which was caused by your body and he follows your steps, clawing at his dark green sweater to take it off (practically ripping it in pieces in the process). And tugging down his pants, soon stepping to you and lying you down to start his ‘work’.

Soon enough the special moment starts as he places his hands on your ankles and pulls your legs apart so you could spread for him, Billy looks like a rapid animal about to prance at their prey when he takes in the sight you are presenting to him. You could see drool building up at the small cracks of his mouth as he starts to stick his tongue out.

As you brace yourself and close your eyes, feeling some relaxation come to you, it immediately gets interrupted by Billy. Who quickly places his tongue on your hole and gives it long and wet licks, groaning and huffing as he does.. 

He is an absolute mess! Drooling all over your hole and huffing onto you, he was hungry for you from how much he imagined doing these things to you. He’s lapping his tongue right at your hole and sometimes sticking it in just to tease or even taste you.

Billy is extremely touchy, running his hands all over the places he could reach.. Grabbing at your thighs and kneading on the soft skin that ran along them and giving them squeezes every time you would moan, (he loves the sounds of your moans, knowing he is the cause of all of your loud noises).

Billy is quite loud from how much he is moaning, groaning, and huffing.. “Mmmmuhh.. Tasty!” , “Billy is so.. nasty!” , “Little piggy is moaning just for me!” Is some of the things he is telling you or just moaning out in general while he licks you in a quick pace.

Billy is very sexual with you and just like he says, nasty. Rolling his eyes back as he licks at you and tastes you, his eye twitching slightly at every moan you let out, shoving his head into you, saying the nastiest things to you, or simply just being as sloppy as he could be. Whilst he runs his hand down to dick, giving it soft strokes which just makes him go more crazy for you

Aftercare from Billy is not so much from what you expected from him.. He does give effort though! As soon as you finish on his face he quickly licks up all the juices you left on him and soon cleans himself and you up with his tongue, after he ‘cleans you up’. He crawls up and ontop of you and gives you a messy kiss before getting up and putting a blanket over you, until he finally walks away so he could go back to his little hiding space. Leaving you curdled up in a blanket and panting from what he had just done.

[ongoing-catastrophe]

why hasn't anyone written fanfiction for this show yet i am STRUGGLING for content here. where are my fanfics, dear ao3 authors please help a poor soul out

[blueberrypancakesworld]

HEYY I don’t know if you write Hunchback of Notre Dame fanfics but I’ve read your stories and would love to see one!! If it’s no trouble, can you please write a Quasimodo x reader type story? It’s alright if not, but I just love your posts <33

The secret flower and the bell ringer

Quasimodo x fem!reader

warning : fluff, comfort, some angst, implied obsession (a little bit), both are young adults don't get confused by the summary

Summary : The Hunchback of Notre Dame the raised son of the judge but what if these are not the only secrets of the church. What if two outcast children find comfort under the bells of the church.

info : i'm so sorry that i'm doing it after months i hope you like it and thank you very much for your lib it helped me a lot. There will definitely be more to come for the movie but now have fun reading ;)

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In Paris there are two kinds of children who had a family, who had someone they could rely on, who were safe and cared for, who received love and cohesion. They were children who were always seen holding their parents' hands and who didn't have to make an effort to be picked up or loved.

That was one kind of child, the others were the poor million souls who had no family, who were bastards and outcasts who grew up in children's homes and were not cherished and cared for.

But above all, these children were incapable of love and were happy when they were adopted, as the upper classes and the mob always said behind their backs.

Facts and words that were not only known to the mysteious bell-ringer of the church who rang the bells every day and was humbly grateful for the mercy of his master and rearing judge Frollo.

He wasn't the only one to feel the same gratitude. This gratitude was also reflected in the life-affirming and trying to find positive and loving look of the young flower seller, who also looked after the children's home paid for by church taxpayers.

Two souls who never met but he watched her from the highest towers and hanging from the stone statutes, he watched her whenever she sold the most colorful flowers at the market, smiling her lovely smile as best he could. ,,She's full of joy, people!" he had said over and over again to his three cronies when he saw her joyful smile when her little children came to her and pulled what they had found or begged for.

But even when she stood there with her flowers on the small wooden stand, her gaze always seemed to go back to the church. ,,Are you watching me father or is it someone else?" she said to herself whenever she thought she saw a shadow on the roof when she slept at night in the church in the bedchamber he had left for her.

The Archdeacon of Paris of Notre Dame her father a pious kind-hearted man who had taken her in twenty years ago when he had left her at the door. Whenever she saw herself in a reflection or in a mirror, she asked herself if she was the image of her parents? Did she even look like that? Or was it because of something important? Was I ever loved at all?

But these questions she was asking herself began to disappear not only when she received the thanks of the archdeacon she was grateful to, but also the children she looked after, who she knew she would hopefully help them to live better lives by teaching them to read and write.

,,Another day coming to an end and yet…no family, no home" she mumbled as she packed up the rest of her flowers and had just said goodnight to the children in the orphanage and hummed a little bedtime song.

Unbeknownst to her on her way back to the church, however, this time there were two pairs of eyes on her, one full of arrogance and the other full of sincerity.

Opening the large door and looking at the flowers, she decided to place a few of the remaining ones at the altar to pray that the day would be good when she opened her eyes in the morning.

,,A flower blooms with beauty like you" she heard his voice knowing that when she got up she would see him standing there with that arrogant expression. ,,Judge Frollo you are too kind…but I-I have to go to bed tomorrow is another day" she tried to convince him as she almost dropped the other flowers in shock as she stood up and tried to walk slowly towards her room when she saw his smiling face.

,,Of course you said a night prayer, the judge should judge you and your pretty thoughts, shouldn't he?" he asked making an inviting gesture that she knew where he wanted to take her. He scared her, Frollo was like a parasite on flowers, destroying them and leaving them broken. ,,Yes-No, please leave me alone," she begged, afraid of what was to come as he came closer and closer to her when suddenly a clatter came from somewhere in the church.

Something that made them both stop and Frollo seemed to regain his composure and saw hatred in his eyes as he retreated back up the towers, muttering something about being no good.

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly heard footsteps and a vroshctiges ,,Are you all right?" which made her flinch.

Looking around, she didn't see the few candles and torches before she saw the shadow on one of the pillars, ,,Yes, thank you, I'm fine…thank you for saving me, who are you?" she asked as she walked towards him, wanting to thank her savior, feeling her heart beating fast with fear, darkness and joy.

She saw a facet emerge and she stopped to look into a slightly deformed face, a deep yet kind, just too over-friendly smile and two curious, almost over-curious eyes hidden under a few red strands of hair.

The fiery red hair, the greenish clothes, the hump, ,,You're the nice bell-ringer, aren't you?" she asked, seeing how surprised he seemed that she didn't run away for help, preferring Frollo to him.

She saw him turn away for his own sake before he nodded and after a back and forth held out his hand to her, ,,I am Quasimodo pleased to meet you flower lady" he introduced himself and hobbled lightly to the altar with the flowers which he touched gently with his large hands.she couldn't help but giggle at the nickname it was one of the sweet friendly ones and he himself, Quasimodo seemed to be the friendly curiosity personified.

She followed him and crouched beside him to the flowers, ,,You are my savior Quasimodo a quality not everyone has thank you" she thanked him again and tapped him as he didn't quite seem to have heard her but the poor man seemed to be hearing a little more difficult with all the bells anyway.

He looked at her, puzzled, before a wide grin graced his lips and he pulled her into his arms for a sudden but thankful hug, unaware that he already knew she had the flowers with her.

Even if he wouldn't admit it, he had been watching her, but he liked her, she was the reason why he didn't become like his "father", she was like a saint, a light that helped him and for that he was grateful to her until the end of his life. ,,Thank you, you're nice flower girl…tell me, do you like the sun?" he asked after a moment's thought and was already thinking of an idea when his head went to the window.

She nodded and was about to answer when he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him through corridors and passages she had never even heard of, up walls and railings that he carried her up with ease. Before they arrived at a kind of small viewing platform on which they sat down and he gave her Paris from a perspective she didn't think she could love this city any more.

,,That's wonderful, thank you a thousand thanks," she said happily and reached into her hair, which contained a small white daisy, ,,Here for my savior," she said and moved closer to the redhead, whom she clasped the flower to her ear.

She saw him open slightly and giggle before she allowed him to lean his head against her shoulder and her hand went to his, holding them together as they watched the sun rise and rise like feelings between them that, like flowers, grew stronger and more beautiful with each passing day.

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello! (And sorry in advance for the longread). First of all, thank you for all your hard work maintaining the most ultimate fanfic collection I've ever come across and guiding all the poor lost souls like myself towards their perfect fic solution! Life's pretty hard for me rn and through your lists and recommendations I've found exactly the works that help me keep pushing. And here comes the Second: I have two requests if I may? One is for helping find two works that I've read already but lost them and cannot find them for my life (probably just skipping them somehow, I can miss things right under my nose); first is I'm almost but not 100% sure about Sherlock dealing with withdrawal and John helping him, the one detail that I remember vividly is Sherlock telling John how Lestrade saved him from an od by unexpectedly showing up when Sherlock wanted to take his life 10 days after his verbally abusive father's funeral and that's also how he and Donovan met as Greg brought her with him. The second work is about sick feverish Sherlock and John calling Lestrade to help get Sherlock in the shower so he doesn't have to go to the hospital unless it doesn't help, Sherlock also unknowingly throwing punches when feverish, one landing on John's face, and he apologized afterwards.

And the second request is maybe you know some works that feature John asking Sherlock to dance and them subsequently dancing together, publicly if possible? Not an AU (I mean as a different universe like balletlock or fantasylock or sth, canon deviations are okay, even better if it's 'Mary's a villain') and not a sad ending if possible too. It just broke my heart that Sherlock loves dancing so much and John was apparently very reluctant and ashamed of them training before the wedding, so Sherlock had to help hide that, my poor baby. Would be ideal if it was specifically John wanting to make that right but I'll gorge up on anything except for AUs and sad endings.

Sorry if I'm asking for too much and/or if this whole word sheet is difficult to read since I'm not a native speaker. I hope that for as long as you still feel up to this and have love for the fandom you'll grace us with your presence and effort, it is greatly appreciated! Best wishes and thank you again!

Hi Nonny!!!

First of all, Thank you so much for your kind words!! I am humbled that you think of my blog as an "ultimate collection of fics" hahah. That's SO sweet and makes my tummy all squidgy!! I love when y'all find comfort in my happy place! :)

I'm so sorry you're going through a rough patch right now, but I'm glad that my blog makes the days easier for you 💜🖤

And you can have as many requests as you like!! This blog relies on them!!!! I'll try my best to help you find them!!

Sadly, I don't know what fics either of the two you are searching for are (the OD / withdrawal nor the shower fic) but my Lovelies and Lurkers™ have an uncanny ability to find fics that I don't know, so hopefully they'll come through for us for either of those.

As for the Second Request, best I can do IMMEDIATELY are these lists:

Dancing (updated March 14/23)

Sexy Dancing

Evil / Not-Nice / Villain Mary

Not EXACTLY what you're looking for, but I hope that these will be a good start!!

If anyone wants to offer ANY fic for ANY of the requests for Nonny, please let us know!! I check the notes on all posts and add them to the lists! 💜🖤

Hope you're having a great day Nonny, and lots of HUGS!!!

[skelecentral]

Day 14 of Bad Sansuary (hosted by @owl-bones!): Tears

WC: 1230

(A/N: I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to draw for today’s prompt, so I wrote something instead! It was a lot of fun :) That being said, please keep in mind I haven’t tried to write a fanfic since I was 15 (I really enjoy writing in general, but I tend to err on the side of nonfiction) and I didn’t have a whole lot of time to edit. Disclaimer aside, please enjoy!)

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Dust hadn’t intended to overhear you. By all accounts, he shouldn’t have. He rarely walked by your room, having no reason to tread down a hall so distant from his own quarters — aside from heading to the kitchen and dining hall, where you always arrived before him, talking to Axe and eagerly waiting for the rest of the gang to arrive so you could dig into your serving. He couldn’t blame you, of course; Axe’s cooking was delectable. He’d worked hard to fix his relationship with food since being taken in by Nightmare, and his culinary skills had flourished, the result of his efforts brimming with flavor and healing intent. Though, he felt the dishes were always best when you helped to make them.

He was headed to dinner then, scrolling on his phone and letting out a lighthearted huff of air at the boundless fruits of the internet, when he first heard you. He caught a muffled group of sniffles and barely audible cries originating from beyond your door, and instinctively paused five paces away, listening further and holding his breath so he wouldn’t alert you to his presence. In his stillness, your quiet sobs became clearer and remained undeterred.

He didn’t know what to do then, frozen in his place and stuck listening. He was never any good at handling emotional situations, especially like this one, where he knew his job was to approach and soothe. The other residents of the castle were far better suited for work like this; even Killer, who was more than a bit selfish, seemed to be able to consistently cheer a downtrodden friend. Half of the times he recalled trying to comfort someone, the person ended up more distressed than when he first arrived. Perhaps it was for this reason, among a bounty of others, he avoided the role of counselor.

He quietly started back forward.

He’d never heard you cry before, and something about the sound made him ache. He wanted to fix it. You weren’t as close to him as you were to the others, though, he reasoned, so it made more sense to call upon one of them to help you. He continued to listen to your sniffling as he made it past your door. You might be embarrassed to know he heard you, after all — he should leave you be. The door now four paces behind him, he could still just hear your deadened weeping. He wondered what you were crying about.

Groaning at his stubborn soul and lack of conviction, he doubled back and gave a courtesy knock at your door. Your crying didn’t stop.

“it’s dust. i’m coming in.” He shortcutted just beyond the entryway to your space, prepared to ignore a protest, a welcome, or any words from you that never came.

The lights were off and the lone window by the head of your bed had curtains drawn over it, enveloping the room in a thick cocoon of darkness. Your bed was a mess, sheets barely hanging onto the mattress and mostly crumpled, depressed, on the floor. The dirty laundry and other clothes strewn about the carpet was accompanied by a large amount of trash — mostly empty food wrappers — and foul-smelling air. Subconsciously, his nose scrunched. By the standards of his own room the mess wouldn’t have been bad, lacking a trash tornado and all, but he was pretty sure your floor was usually more visible than it was.

He noticed you curled into a small ball in the far left corner of the chamber, face in knees and arms wrapped tightly around legs in a poor parody of a hug. You hadn’t even bothered to look up when he came in, or to stop quietly crying — you just closed into yourself more tightly. After some hesitance, he said your name. Yet again, there was no indication you’d even heard him.

He sighed. Awkwardly avoiding trash and clothes, he crossed the room to your darkened crevice, and slumped quietly against the wall to your right. Another short bout of teary silence ensued.

“...so…” he rubbed the back of his cervical vertebrae. “your room doesn’t look too good.” Your eyes didn’t come to meet his with a watery glare like he’d hoped. Instead, you remained still, almost statuesque if it weren’t for your bouncing shoulders.

Fuck. He held back another sigh and stared down at his slippers, playing with his gloved phalanges. He could never think of the right thing to say, and you’d never know how bad he felt if he were to make your situation worse. Frustrated with his own ineptness and the tension in the air, he wracked his brain for another set of words to spew — a collection that might actually help.

In the end, he decided to take a gamble. Grunting quietly, he mustered his nerve.

“...what's wrong?” Cringing internally at the fear he’d taken a poor risk, he focused his sights back on you. He wrung his hands as he stared. There was silence for what felt like several minutes, long enough he was tempted to physically smack himself for prying and begin wracking his brain for something else to say.

“I-” your voice cracked as you tried to answer him, your vocal chords swollen from your weeping. He snapped to attention, thoughts quieting as something finally changed. “I — just —” your upset turned from hoarse whispers to broken words as you unwrapped your arms from your knees and encircled them forcefully around his middle. He was stilled at the embrace as you squeezed his ribs and cried into his jacket, still trying to babble out an answer to his stupid question. Slowly, uncertainly, he wrapped his own arms around your midsection, firmly holding you to his chest.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.” Your failed words warped into loud sobs as you stopped trying to vocalize what had happened. It was all too much — too painful — that he understood. He rubbed your back slowly, gently, softly saying your name. “it’s okay,” he whispered, “everything’s gonna be okay. i’m right here.” He regurgitated the sentiments he’d heard the others use when comforting children and victims as you let it out, pawing circles on your back, though he wished he had something of his own to offer. He was sure he’d come up with the perfect words later in bed that night when it was far too late, but that was neither here nor there — whatever you needed, he would give, even if it wasn’t his.

His soft words persisted with a soothing rumble in his chest until, slowly, your downpour turned back to a drizzle and then to less than a drop, your exhausted form slumping against him as your fists stopped clinging to his jacket quite so tightly. He didn’t know for how long you’d been crying before he’d arrived, but seeing your fatigued state made him think it was quite a while.

Gradually, a small time after you’d gone quiet, you tilted your head up to his, gaze still downwards and refusing to make eye contact. Your eyes were gleaming and puffy, your face wet, and your cheeks and ears warm — even like this, he thought, you were striking.

“...Thank you,” you whispered. Dust brought his hand up to the top of your head and trailed it lightly down to the shell of your ear.

“...anytime.”

[cherry-pop-elf]

Chubby George Weasley 🧡 Headcanons

Because Fuck You, I Wanna!

The weight didn’t exactly start, until the shop had been open for a while. They were put into a position of a very stable income, and didn’t have to worry about food anymore. Along with breaking some habits, such as eating less so Ron and Gin could eat more

Was more so actually healthy weight, compared to being bean pole thin all the time. Still was over all slender, as they did a bunch of Manuel labor and hands on work, just didn’t look like they’ll pass out if you don’t keep their blood sugar high enough

After the war? Yeah, he had to fight depression somehow. Baking was what soothed him, and he was also needing to keep the shop steady for a while. Until Ron came to help, of course

You still couldn’t tell he gained some extra pounds, given his attire slime him greatly, but he’s got that soft chub. That sweet dad belly pillow that every kid gets in their childhood, that makes it the perfect spot for naps

It more so went into his stomach, thigh area. Due to beating a beater, he had a lot of muscle to work with. As we know, muscle is still excess. So when it’s relaxed, it’s all soft and squishy. So he has a rather evened out chubbibess, which is why it’s hard to notice when he’s in his work attire

He is so cuddly, and makes for the best napping partner. Always smelling sweet from the shop, with that good bear hug squeeze. Given there is still muscle under the squish after all

He’s rather self conscious of going soft, but this man deserves to not stress about it. He’s healthy, he survived a war, he built an empire, grew up poor where food was always scare to begin with, lost his ear which made him partially deaf, and lost his twin. He’s allowed to finally have some stress off his shoulders

The children definitely love that he’s not stuck thin anymore. They can just run up, to their favorite shop owner, and get the best hugs EVER. Big squishy hugs, and the comfort of his warm personality

Because he went back deeper into baking, from the stress of the second war, you know he’s somehow mastered being a master at baking. You know you can count on him for the best desserts and sweets you could ever dream of

He is shy about his belly, but the kids certainly help him with it. It’s a dad bod. He deserves it. Stretch marks and all. The kids love hugging him, and it’s nice to no longer have to be so stressed on his appearance. The community utterly adores him, and will protect him as much as he protects them

Anyone who says anything honestly might get attacked by his employees before he even says a word. He makes sure his employees are provided for. Dental even! Bet your ass he’s the community dad, of Diagon alley

Freckled. Belly. Need I say more? Freckles, scars, tattoos, and a sweet little happy trail

The best hugs, the best sweets, the warmest soul. What more could anyone want?

Please tag me in any Chubby Georgie Art/Fanfics/Whatever pls!

((Yes this kinda stemmed from the fact it’s very hard to lose weight because of my health issues and I’m projecting, but also chubby Georgie hugs))

[foap-enjoyer]

Rudy childhood headcanons

Childhood headcanons of the one and only

He used to suffer with social anxiety as a kid. Simple case of introvert meets extrovert with Rudy and Ale.

He prefers to be alone as it's more comfortable to him, but Alejandro he can spend every waking minute with and never feel socially exhausted. They're soulmates

He's the youngest of his family. He has two older sisters who he loves dearly, and vice versa. Was the victim to a lot of makeup sessions and nail paintings. He paints his nails sometimes to remind himself of them. He's the only boy in the household.

He spent a big chunk of his time at Alejandro's house - Rudy's single mother was always busy, so Ale's mother would babysit him to help his mother out.

Loves animals - used to go out into the woods and come back with the weirdest of creatures. He once brought a tarantula back, which backfired hard. He did adopt a stray cat at one point who used to wander into his garden. She was called Bandito; Bandit.

Got into gaming from Alejandro - his own family were quite poor, but Alejandro's were well-off, so Ale would share his toys with him, including his, at the time, state of the art gaming systems. He likes Mario; his favourite is Luigi.

Rudy is an amazing cook - he learnt from Alejandro's mother. He likes baking, especially things like brownies and cookies. As an adult, he occasionally makes things for his team, and they eat it all up every time.

Alejandro and him used to stargaze as children. Sat on one of their house's rooftops, borrowed pillows and the occasional cat to keep them company, pointing out stupid things they could make with the stars. Neither of them knew anything about astrology, but they'd seen it in a few movies so they thought it would be fun.

Rudy loves reading - he likes crime books, and wanted to be a psychologist when he'd heard about them for the first time. He wanted to help people, and eventually of course, he did, just in a different way.

I beg people please write more Rudy fanfics I crave them in my SOUL, Rudy and Ale, whether romantic or platonic soulmates is a high I'm addicted to I BEG

[imaginingmoonlight]

Okay so I caved and I made a Hellaverse OC.

Her name is Anthe! She’s a sinner in hell, and a goat because I adore goats so why not. Her special ability is that she can bend light.

From left to right: headshot, a very bad attempt at her in the Hazbin style, her more demonic form and her normally! Please please please ignore the Hazbin style legs I know they look awful but I lost the will to change them.

Backstory: when she first landed in hell, she was only 16. She’d died after the people she thought were her friends killed her for being too soft (more on that later!) The last thing she saw was the sunrise- which then translated into her abilities. Her family when she was alive was a lil messed up- they roped her into a lot of crime which landed her a place in hell but nearing the end of her life she started to pull away and refuse to harm anyone else. This is what caused the people she was in a gang with- who she used to trust with her life- to kill her. She knew too much to just let her go. ANYWAY she lands in hell and the first person she finds is Alastor. I have emotional attachment to this man don’t mind my projecting. This is defo not loosely based on the fanfic I’m writing right now. SO Alastor sees her and she’s like OMG a person, where the hell am I? (Pun unintended.) And he has to explain it to her. She likes the sound of becoming an overlord so she’s less likely to be hurt while in hell cos obviously she’s a bit vulnerable. She makes a deal with Al- she gives him her soul, he helps her reach overlord status. The two spend years together and she still hasn’t acquired any souls but she’s okay with it cos she’s formed a strong bond with Alastor and the others. She sees him as a father figure- though she would never admit it to him cos she was pretty sure he’d just make fun of her for it if he knew. Maybe one day. Poor gal. So yeah she helps out at the hotel and stuff. And that’s Anthe!

What are you guy’s thoughts?

Also she defo has gossip sessions over tea with Alastor and Rosie 💖

[kissorkill16]

A Kind Little Soul: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky helps out an injured crow.

P.S., for @limoks-blogs for their recent post.

Nicky was just walking home from hanging out with Aaron, but just as he was about to step on his front porch, he heard a screeching sound coming from his backyard.

He jumped in fear, then he stilled for a moment, and then he slowly walked to his backyard.

He didn't know what he was expecting, but it sure as heck wasn't a crow.

The poor thing was just flailing its wings, screeching like a banshee and...bleeding.

"Oh my goodness.", he whispered. "How did this happen, little guy?", he asked the crow, half expecting an answer.

The crow just kept screeching and flailing.

Nicky slowly inched his hands towards the crow, gently scooping him up in his hands. "Stop squirming, buddy. You're only making it worse.", he said.

But the crow didn't stop, it just kept flailing in the boy's hands. Nicky tried to keep a firm grip on it as he walked inside, he ran upstairs, to his room and slammed the door shut. He winced at the racket.

Once he got to his bed, he gently laid the bird down. "Stay here, little guy. I'll be right back.", he said. He left the room and closed the door behind him.

Once the boy returned, a first aid kit in his hands, he sat back down on his bed and took out a wrap of bandages.

He gently scooped the bird back in his hands, and while it wouldn't stop flailing, he took out a fine line of the white paper and carefully wrapped it around the wing.

As he finished wrapping the wing, he gently sat down the crow next to him, and the little bird stopped squirming.

"There you go, little guy. Does that feel better?", he asked the bird. The bird cawed at him, and it scooted closer to Nicky, laying its head down on his knee.

"Aww, you're welcome, little buddy."

Just then, his bedroom door opened, and walked in his grandmother.

"Nicholas, are you home yet?", she asked, when she saw him, she nodded. "Good, you are.", she said, and then she saw the crow.

"OH MY GOD! IS THAT A FUCKING CROW?! NICHOLAS, HOLD IT DOWN, I'M GETTING A KNIFE!", she screamed, but before she could leave the room, Nicky tugged on the sleeve of her dress.

"Bubba, no!", he said. "I brought it in here because it was injured."

Bubba scoffed, "Injured? You should've just let it out to die or killed it yourself."

"Bubba!"

"Nicky, I told you more than once that crows and ravens represent death. How do you know that thing isn't just pretending to be injured just so it can kill you in your sleep?!", she said. "And you carried it into your room without gloves, so it probably already got you sick!"

Nicky stood up, "Bubba, I just wanted to help it. I know what you think about crows and ravens, but I promise you this one is truly injured. Please don't make me get rid of it, not while it's like this."

He looked at his grandmother with shiny eyes, and Bubba sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Fine, you can keep it."

Nicky smiled, then Bubba grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the door.

"But as soon as that thing can fly again, it stays outside. I'm taking you to the bathroom to scrub the filth off of you."

Nicky was perfectly fine with that. He didn't even care that Bubba was pulling him a little too hard, or that she was going to scrub his hands raw, what mattered right now is that he could keep the crow until it was healthy again.

[meadowsofmay]

listen good folks, i need a fanfic where thranduil braids legolas' hair through the years of his growing up — like, when legolas was a baby, a teen, when he went into his first battle, when he went into his 100th and when he was struggling in the healing ward from serious injury and his hair were getting in the way, maybe some formal event and anything else that your imagination will be able to create.

and maybe, a couple of times when legolas braids his father's hair, just a thought

please, if your have anything, something, help my poor soul out

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

I was wondering if you have any good wenclair fanfic recommendations from Wattpad

My darling anon why are you torturing yourself? Are you okay? Do you need help? Why use Wattpad when AO3 exists? Are you somewhere where it’s banned? Wattpad isn’t even the fun kind of torture, it is at its core annoying, unusable and plagued with ads.

So no. No I do not. I - contrary to popular belief - do not hate myself enough to endure it. Though if anyone here does have rec’s please comment them for this poor soul. They must truly be desperate.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Kiss the Ghoul (Preview)

➢ A new ghoul is summoned, they're small and unsure of who they want to be. The ghouls and ghoulettes help them figure it out while bringing them into their loving arms and showing them that no matter what path they choose, they will be loved.

➢ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: poly!nameless ghouls/ghoulettes x OC (Ghoulie)

➢  𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff, smut (with a sprinkle of angst sorry) [series]

➢  𝖜𝖈: 300

➢  𝖆/𝖓: hey baby, kiss the ghouuul.

Hello Ghosties i am very new to this lovely family so bear with me as i figure the characters out as I write this😅 honestly this is pretty much porn with a lot of plot but i like me some backstory and I can always just write the smut on its own later. These critters make me feel lots of things and i feel like, although they are amazing, we don't have enough Nameless Ghouls fics so I'm contributing. I'll be posting this on AO3 as well once i have that set up and if you want me to put you on a tag list let me know :)

Please leave a comment or reblog and tell me what you think and such since it's been a bit since I've written fanfics and i could use a confidence boost🙃❤️

At first there's just pure heat. Nothing coherent, only instincts and pure fucking heat. But that's nothing new for a ghoul in Hell - what comes next, however, is.

Light flashes before the chosen ghoul’s unprepared eyes, followed by a rushing wind all around like her own personal tornado. And in a second there’s cool marble beneath her back and the light has faded to complete, all-encompassing darkness.

Whispers and soft toned speech sounds around the barely conscious ghoul once the horrendous ringing disappears. The poor creature is so drained but she is unable to so much as open her eyes let alone identify how many entities crowd the room or who (what) they are exactly.

And so she has little choice but to lay there and wait for her strength to return or for sleep to claim her mercifully.

It does so eventually, once the onlookers reach an agreement and she's raised into warm, sturdy arms. Resisting sleep after that would be no more than a fool's errand, so she allows it to take her with no complaints as she feels it start to tug at her exhausted– well everything.

Aether feels the vulnerable ghoul relax even further into his arms as he carries them to his room. He hopes his presence might ease their reaction to the new environment.

He still remembers parts of what Hell was like, despite how long it's been since he was summoned. It's hellish to say the least. Unbearably hot and filled with ghouls and wandering human souls. The first of which are everything but gentle or loving or much of anything really. They are no more than feral, scared little creatures, doing their utmost to survive.

There are no rules for ghouls in Hell, just instincts and pure fucking heat.

[casdeans-pie]

Season 16 should be Dean gets himself booted out of heaven. It’s five years since he died in earth time. He has to be really careful not to disrupt the timeline so that Sam can still keep living his post-SPN apple pie blurry wife life. Some angels are trying to find Dean and drag him back to heaven, some demons are also keen to find him (to torture him for funsies.) The demons keep threatening Sam’s life so Dean has to stop them, sneakily. He’s essentially the guardian angel of Sam’s happiness in S16. Sam must never know Dean is there. We see cheesy snippets of Sam’s white picket fence life, interspersed with Dean in the background kicking ass. Sam is oblivious. It turns out Cas is also back on earth. Jack made him human and gave him a chance to earn his way into heaven as a human soul. So Cas is trying to live a life of service, volunteering at local clinics and shelters and soup kitchens. Keeping a low profile. Trying to be a good human. But he’s poor and lonely. He struggles with being human, having no powers and the knowledge that no matter how good a person he tries to be, ultimately he worries he’s only doing this so he can see Dean again in heaven (where angels are not allowed, according to the new rules.) When Dean shows up, Cas is even more conflicted. He knows he should help the angels find Dean and get him back to heaven where he’ll be safe and not at risk of disrupting the timeline, but of course he also wants nothing more than to have Dean stay. This is what he has dreamed of. Just being alive with Dean. And now he has it. (How will this be resolved? Hmm. Probably ultimately Dean does go back to heaven. But before he does.. fanfic style shenanigans can ensue! Dean and Cas will see each other again in heaven. Cas will keep leading the best life he can, doing good, helping people. Dean will see him up there soon, he knows it. Because he knows he didn’t change Cas and make him care about the world. Cas always cared. He always wanted to do the right thing. That is why Dean knows Cas will make it to heaven. Dean will tell Cas he loves him. He might kiss him. But even if he doesn’t, it will be satisfying knowing the love is mutual and Dean believes in the inherent goodness of Cas just the way Cas believed in the inherent goodness of Dean. Cas doesn’t need to worry about his intentions being impure. Dean knows his heart. It’s sweet and satisfying and we all enjoy watching it in exactly the way we did NOT enjoy watching the finale. A ten episode season, minimum. Preferably on Netflix so no ads. Sam is only featured minimally so JP can keep working on his other show (and Sam gets to keep his “perfect” ending.) Everybody’s happy.

Ooooohhhhh !!!!

This is an interesting season 16 idea!! I enjoyed that immensely. I'd watch it 👏 (said like someone who already knows they'd end up on a Netflix binge watching it all in one go)

I love how everyone has different ideas on stuff like angel!cas vs human!cas and whether to preserve what happened in The Winchesters or not and whether to keep Sam unaware or in the loop. The different paths these characters can take !!

It's soooo endlessly fascinating to me how many different ideas can be born from one really bad finale. Like, if they'd stuck the landing I don't think anyone would be too bothered but because the ending was just SO bad it's become the perfect fuel for how to try and fix the mess they made

I love hearing possible season 16 ideas if anyone has any more please send them to meeeee