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mandoalorian · 4 years

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Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Chapter 3

Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Eventual smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo… a daddy k!nk too oops.

But in this chapter - more tension and also male and female masturbation

Author’s note: Chapter 3 wheyyy! I'm super sick at the minute, but nevertheless I hope my illness isn't reflected in this piece of writing. Yikes. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! Remember if you wanted to be added to my taglist feel free to let me know!

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The rain drops pelted heavy against your skin as the cool winter ambience sent a shiver down your spine. Once dismissed by Maxwell Lord, you practically raced out of the building. The contrast between the heat you felt in his presence and the December air was immeasurable. You took a big gasp of air, letting rain drops fall on your face and soak through your clothes. You stood there in the middle of the busy street trying to process what just happened.

You had been successful. Your elaborate plan had worked out and you had gotten the job. Only, it was unlike anything you had ever done before. Maxwell told you to expect a call sometime tomorrow and before you left, he made sure you were comfortable with the prospect of his job offer. First things first— tell Tristan the good news. Hopefully then, he would let you stay in your apartment a little while longer.

Before you could grab a ride from a cabbie, the doorman tapped you on the shoulder. "Ms Minerva?" His tone was completely different than earlier, more polite and friendly. "Ma'am? Mr Lord has requested his driver take you home. He didn't want you to get wet in the rain but," the doorman looked you up and down. "I see you're already drenched from this God foresaken rain. I’m Andreas, by the way."

Maxwell had asked his own, personal driver to take you home? You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach from his kind gesture, but you worried about the authenticity of it. How genuine was he? Maxwell Lord was someone who built up his reputation and business on lies and false hope.

"Oh really, that's quite alright," you dismissed the offer. "I can just get a cab."

Andreas put his hand out, halting you from walking away. "I'm afraid Mr Lord insists." He told you, taking out a sleek black umbrella and opening it up. He held it above you, protecting you from the rain.

"Could you tell Mr Lord that I'm grateful for his offer, but I can make my own way home?" You said through gritted teeth.

"I'm afraid not," Andreas said with a short shake of his head. "Whatever Mr Lord wants, Mr Lord gets."

So that's how it was going to be.

Before you could reply, a black limousine with tinted windows pulled up on the road in front of you. A few passer-bys on the street, hands full of their Christmas shopping, shot you a strange glance as you slipped into the car. Andreas shut the door behind you and suddenly you found yourself sitting in a car that probably had more worth than your entire life’s savings.

The seats were sleek and black leather, the floor was carpeted and you spotted a small ice cooler by your sofa seat. You carefully clicked it open and examined the insides. It was just various bottles of alcohol- mostly spirits. You couldn’t help but smile as you continued to explore the limousine.

Upon meeting him, Maxwell Lord was not what you expected, but now you had found the perfect opportunity to learn more about him. You spotted a velveteen box nailed to the floor so you opened it up and found a variety of odd things. It was like a rich man’s junk drawer. Everything from gold fountain pens, jewellery, condoms, multiple checkbooks were mixed inside this box. Nosily, you scurried through it all, taking out the occasional item and examining it closer. You couldn’t believe it. You had never met someone who was just able to leave such expensive items lying around in a random box inside their own limousine.

This whole experience felt like a fever dream.

The lights in the limousine were dimmed and so you searched around for a switch or button of some kind to brighten the interior of the car. Your fingers tapped into a switch and rainbow disco lights flickered on, illuminating the limousine multi-colour. It looked more like a party bus. You didn't even realise the driver had already got into the car and as he turned on the ignition and began to drive, you jolted and fell back at the sudden force, into the plush leather seat. You scrambled to belt yourself up and compose yourself.

"Ma'am, where will I be taking you?" the driver called from the front of the limousine, as he tried to navigate through the busy Christmas roads of DC. You yelled your address back to him and he made a brief sound of acknowledgement.

After a few moments of sitting in still silence, despite the rainbow disco lights beginning to give you a headache, you heard a buzzing noise. You scrambled around in your seat, looking for where the noise originated from, when you found a phone nailed to the wall of the limo. Maxwell Lord’s limo had its own carphone! Of course it did.

Your eyes widened when you realised it was ringing and you contemplated answering it. It could be anyone! It could be someone important or a business related matter. It could be private. Thoughts raced through your mind as the phone continued to buzz.

"Are you going to get that?" The driver called out again.

You took a deep breath and took the phone off the hook, nudging it between your ear and your neck. "H-hello?" you asked, your finger anxiously twirling in the wire connecting the phone and the dock.

"Apologies for calling so early on, I usually wait a few days before calling back my female suitors," you weren't sure if your heart rate eased or increased when you heard Maxwell's voice. His voice sounded easy-going, and you were sure you even heard him chuckle slightly at his own remark. "I trust you weren't made uncomfortable by Andreas insisting you got a ride home."

"I have to admit, Mr Lord, I don't usually get into cars with strangers." you huffed, squeezing your eyes tight shut.

"Smart," Maxwell replied quickly. "So why did you this time?" His voice was dark and had a lulling undertone. He sounded similar to when he saw you during the interview earlier on, and the memory made that familiar heat erupt once more in your stomach.

You struggled to find your words. "I- I uhm-" you weren't exactly sure why you had agreed to Andreas. You would've never agreed to such a proposition before. But this is what Maxwell Lord wanted. And you didn't dare want to disappoint Maxwell Lord. You didn't understand because you didn't even know the man— nor did you have any care about him whatsoever prior to your meeting today. But since you exchanged those words in his office, you had been feeling a certain kind of way. "I trust you." you admitted with a defeated sigh. It was true. You trusted a man you had barely even spent half-an-hour with. You trusted a man who built his business on lying to the people of the world.

On the other end of the line, Maxwell was smiling to himself. His feet were on his desk and he was nursing a glass of his favourite whiskey. He could never tell you, but he craved to hear your voice again. He was already thinking about the next time he could see you. He put the glass down on his desk and with his free hand, palmed at his hardening manhood.

"I'm glad," Maxwell replied smoothly. "Trust is going to be very important in our kind of arrangement." There was a beat. "Speaking of which, would you owe me the pleasure in accompanying me to dinner tomorrow night?"

"D-dinner?" you blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up. Dinner with Maxwell Lord— this is not how you thought today would go. Sitting in a limousine and being asked out by the cover boy of Forbes magazine.

"I know a really nice restaurant by the river. Black-tie dress code type thing." His voice was like silk. It was getting hot in the limousine. You needed air. The thought of him taking you out for dinner at a restaurant, having a nice meal and enjoying his company felt like a dream. Then you were hit with the reality of your financial situation.

"Oh Mr Lord, I'm sure it's lovely but I don't think I can afford-"

"I think you're forgetting the terms of our arrangement darling," Maxwell snickered on the other end of the line. It was true— you had. For a moment you thought it would be a normal date. But this wasn't a relationship. He was right, it was an arrangement. "What I have, is yours. You are to want for nothing."

There was something romantic about his sentiment, you once again found yourself forgetting the true nature of his words. "Well then," you gulped."Dinner sounds great."

Maxwell's smile grew wider. "And then back to my place." his invitation sounded more like a command than a question, and the authority in his voice was enough to get your panties wet. You pursed your lips together to suppress a moan at the thought of going back to his house. You wondered what it would be like. Would your arrangement commence tomorrow night?

"I'd really like that." you let out a shaky exhale. Your hand dropped in between your legs and you slowly began to touch yourself through the thick material of your denim jeans. You ached to get home and take them off. There was something that felt so naughty about getting off in the car of a man you had just met. Especially when that man was Maxwell Lord.

Maxwell felt the same. He had intended to take you back to his place to go through a contract and discuss the specifics of your arrangement— but if the night led to something else, he certainly wouldn't be opposed. You were driving him wild; like no other woman had ever. He unzipped his pants and slipped his hand under his boxer shorts, slowly beginning to pump his length while holding the phone in the crook of his neck.

"You- you have something pretty to wear?" he asked, trying to remain as composed as possible.

"Maybe, maybe just my little black dress." you whispered in response, pressing your forehead against the cold window to try and release some tension.

Your description left much to the imagination, but Maxwell wasn't complaining. He wondered about the black dress: how short it was, exactly? How did it fit you? Did it accentuate his favourite parts of your body? Maxwell's eyes fluttered shut as he carried on stroking his length, a small grunt escaping his lips. It didn't go unnoticed by you.

"I'll have my driver pick you up tomorrow evening," Maxwell hummed. "6pm."

You couldn't even reply— he already put the phone down. Maxwell slouched back into his chair and worked at his already hard length. His thumb swept the precum that beaded at his tip and he continued pumping, wishing that the wetness around him was from your mouth as you devoured him.

He imagined your pretty lips suck him and his cock began to throb in his hands. He imagined having to push your hair out of the way so he could get a good look of your face whilst you took him in your mouth. He imagined your eyes wide and your cheeks hollowed as you fit him inside of you. He wanted to fuck your mouth, wanted to make you gag and have your saliva make a mess all over him.

Maxwell gasped as he spilt his seed all over his tailored suit pants. He kept his sensitive cock in his hand for a few moments after, feeling it soften. He wanted to soften inside of you. Already, he was enamoured by you. Desperate to feel your touch, your wetness. Desperate to hear your screams of pleasure.

When you got home, you had planned on seeing Tristan, alerting him of the good news. New job. Then maybe, he'd let you live in your apartment just a little bit longer until you could afford rent. You decided he could wait until tomorrow. Hurrying into your small flat you locked yourself in the bathroom and turned on the shower.

You discarded your clothes, letting them pool into a puddle on the floor. In your frenzy, you had forgotten to open a window, so the steam from the hot water warmed your skin and small beads of sweat drew along your collarbones and chest as you ran your hands over your body. You bit your lip, hard, remembering the image of Maxwell's hands in the office which you had so carefully ingrained into your head.

You thought about his thick hands squeezing your tits, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your nipples and pinching hard enough to make you squeal. You wondered how his touch felt. You imagined him rough, and ruthless, but since meeting him today, and the way he diverted all your expectations, you wondered if he would have any surprises up his sleeve for your time in the bedroom. You let your fingers gently trace the skin of your stomach, a feather light touch that tickled slightly. You closed your eyes, imagining the wealthy CEO stood behind you, arms wrapped around your naked body and planting sloppy wet kisses into the crook of your neck.

With complete certainty, neither you or Maxwell could stop thinking about each other. Maxwell wanted to call you over in the dead of night when he couldn't sleep. His body ached for you. He felt a neediness that he had never felt before. Of course he could just call one of his assistants. He paid them enough, they would be able to come over and satisfy him (to some extent), but the problem was, they weren't you.

You had done something to him, and now nobody else could even begin to compare to you. You consumed his every thought. Maxwell had once almost married a rival CEO. He was meant to be in love with her but… the feelings were not the same as this. The feelings he felt for you were far beyond lust, but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly they were. He cursed himself, feeling frustrated. This wasn't him. But he was completely and utterly whipped on you.

And you weren't much different. You swore you were in love with Tristan. You had been in an on and off relationship with him for two years but once again, the feelings you had for him were so different to the feelings you now possessed for Maxwell. It was indescribable. You wrecked your room, trying to find the perfect shoes and accessories to wear with your promised little black dress. You wanted to be perfect. You wanted to look perfect. And it was all for Maxwell.

He had you whipped, and you hated him for it.

You lived your life wanting to only impress yourself. You didn't think twice about the way men felt about you. It never mattered. But this was Maxwell Lord. Everything was just different.

So when your 'date' finally came around, you were both equally bursting with anticipation.

When you slid in the back of the limousine, Maxwell couldn't keep his eyes from you. His gaze was glued onto your amazing figure which he loved so much, and the way your little black dress clung to your body and accentuated all your perfections. Your little diamond earrings sparkled under the car's dim light and there was something so beautiful about the simplicity of it.

Truth be told, Maxwell Lord was nervous. He didn't date. He couldn't remember the last time he went on a proper date (he wasn't even sure if you classed this outing as a date). He wasn't one for relationships either. Hell, a woman could count herself lucky if she lasted a week with him. He liked the spontinuity of fucking different women, no strings attached. Throwing them away like garbage the second he got bored. He had the power to do that. It was just the way he was and he had no intentions of that changing.

Although, maybe his intentions were slowly changing and he hadn't yet realised. You offered him the kindest smile he had ever seen, your eyes glistening like jewels. And oh, he felt his cheeks warm up. He leaned over to the window on his side and pressed his face against it, the cool winter air calming his nerves. When your fingers graced the material of his tailored suit pants, just over his thigh, he swore his heart stopped.

"You look nice." you beamed at him, your heart blooming when he finally turned and his brown eyes met yours. You didn't expect Maxwell Lord to disappoint, in any sense, but especially not when it came to fashion. The power suit he was wearing was practically dripping in wealth, and you were almost certain every inch of him was wearing designer names from his suit jacket to his gold cufflinks in his shirt.

"So do you." Maxwell returned the compliment, gawking as he took in your exquisite form. You felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze and you awkwardly looked down at your match black heels, scraping them against the carpeted floor of the limousine. "That dress- I saw it in Louis Vuitton last year?" Maxwell pointed out and you looked down, reacquainting yourself with the outfit you had chosen to wear.

"This? Oh no no," you chuckled earnestly. "I got this from the thrift store for seven dollars like a month ago."

You regretted those words as soon as they left your lips. You did not just admit to Maxwell Lord that you had bought the dress he had been so enthralled in, from the moment you entered the limo, second hand. To your surprise, he gave you a toothy grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling in delight and that adorable little dimple appearing in his left cheek.

"We're here," he announced as the driver pulled up on the side of the road. You gazed out the window in awe. The whole street was lit up in gold Christmas fairy lights, and the restaurant that Maxwell had selected, was highlighted with tinsel and a huge Christmas tree in the front window.

"Wow," you couldn't help but whisper at the gorgeous view. You hadn't even realised Maxwell had already slipped out the car and opened your side door for you. He held his hand out for you, and of course you grabbed it. His hands were soft and warm… he definitely moisturized. He helped you out of the limo and shut the door behind you, sliding an arm around your waist as he guided you into the restaurant.

"Be careful not to slip on the black ice." he warned as he helped you slowly walk in your heels. Still hand in hand, you looked up at him with the biggest smile. You hadn't felt a happiness like this in a long time. He didn't look at you back, instead of focusing on successfully navigating inside the restaurant without falling over.

The restaurant was empty. Not a soul in sight. Your eyes snapped to Maxwell, waiting for him to give you an explanation. He caught on, offering you a small and understanding nod.

"I rented the restaurant out." He explained, raising an eyebrow as he examined his surroundings. Your gaze followed his as you took in the merrily strung Christmas lights and the beautifully decorated tree by the front bay window.

"Why would you do that?" You quizzed him.

"You never know who is sitting among us," he explained. "Journalists, paparazzi, crazed fans."

Ah, there it was. The part about Maxwell you had completely forgotten about. He was famous. Everyone in the world knew who he was and if you had known anything about Maxwell before meeting him, it was that the tabloids loved to pry into his personal life. So, you were somewhat understanding. But that didn't stop the devastating feeling of your heart sinking into your chest. He wanted to hide you. It made sense, I mean, you had only just met and you were only his sugar baby, but it still hurt. You done your best to ignore the strange feelings and told yourself you could still have a good night with him. But the thoughts didn't escape your mind.

You and Maxwell were ushered to a seat by a lit fireplace and passed menus by a beaming waiter. "Can I get you a drink while you decide on what to eat?" he asked with an enthusiastic smile.

"Just a bottle of your finest champagne with two glasses," Maxwell replied, not even looking at the waiter but flicking his wrist and gesturing for him to scurry away. The waiter left both of you in a frenzy, and you couldn't help but giggle. "Is something funny?" Maxwell prompted you, raising an eyebrow. You pursed your lips again but shook your head 'no'. Maxwell's eyes flicked back down to the menu and you burst into another fit of giggles. "Seriously, what is it?" Maxwell asked sternly and you straightened your posture, taking a deep breath and trying to compose yourself.

"That poor waiter looked so afraid of you." You admitted quietly. Maxwell shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.

"A lot of people are afraid of me."

"Why?" you beckoned, leaning closer to him.

Maxwell hesitated and put his menu down. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"A lot of people used to be afraid of my mother," Maxwell admitted. "I'm afraid I'm going to end up like her."

"Why were they afraid of your mother?" you questioned him, thanking the waiter as he promptly brought you the two glasses and bottle of ice cold champagne. You began to pour it out.

"She was so cold. Bitter… heartless…" Maxwell scowled, quickly taking a glass of champagne and downing it in one quick gulp. "I worry that, maybe, others perceive me in the same light as they perceive my mother."

"That they think you're cold, bitter and heartless?" you quizzed, and Maxwell winced at your words. He didn't reply, instead buried his gaze into the cream coloured table cloth.

You extended your arms and reached out, taking hold of his soft ring clad hands. Maxwell's breathing hitched under your touch. You noticed the way his hands were considerably larger than yours but even still, you rubbed comforting circles into his skin with your thumb. He interlocked his fingers with yours and you offered him a warm smile. "I don't think you're cold, bitter and heartless."

Maxwell sighed. "You don't know me."

"I see the warmth in your eyes," you whispered. "I know there's more to you than meets the eye."

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cheese-full-of-jester · 4 years

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i have like so many ideas for animaniacs/patb but i cant animate so use this if you like, hell id thank you if you animated this

i might maybe learn how to animate just for this but probably not so use this as you like

1. if you were gay as pinky and the brain

pinky as nicky and brain as rod

i feel like this would be perfect for them!!! be honest, its so perfect for them, literally should be a canon interaction. it also works for the fact that pinky is totally in denial and brain is a flustered gay TM

and it helps that theyre actually roommates and rod is secretly extremely gay for nicky

AnD ThEy WerE RoOmMAtEs

sorry i had to

2. sincerely me as yax (yakko x max goof)

this ones kinda a long shot but i genuinely feel like it would be them

its just,,, i like them,, to gay together,,,,,,,

because lets be honest evan was in love with both murphys

its confirmed by evans actor

max would be evan and yakko would be connor

we just need to ignore that connor dies and does drugs

3. meant to be yours as dark pinky and future brain

this ones also a long shot but i feel like it would work

i dont have a proper explanation for this one but i just like the idea

either one as jd would work lets be honest

4. cell block tango as a lot of animaniacs women

this would work for a lot of animaniacs women, specifically hello nurse, nora rita norita, minerva mink, dot ofc, the last two could probably vary lmao

this one i cant really explain either i just feel like ageing up dot and having her and a bunch of animaniacs women do this is a neat concept lmao

none of these probably make sense lmao

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thebadgerclan · 4 years

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She’s Perfect

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Summary: James, Lily, and Remus come to meet your daughter

Requested by Anonymous

A/N: This can be read as a sequel to Worth The Wait, which can be found here , but you don’t have to read that to understand the story.

Sirius sat in the oddly silent room in St. Mungos, cradling his sleeping daughter in his arms. You’d fallen asleep as well about an hour ago, and Sirius couldn’t bear to wake you. Minnie had been miraculously quiet, as if she knew her mother needed rest. James, Lily, and Remus were coming to visit later today, and Sirius was ecstatic for his best friends to meet his little girl.

“You’re so good with her,” you said sleepily. You sat up slightly, trying to smooth your hair. “When are they coming?” “Soon,” he replied, setting Minnie in her bassinet. Sirius moved the chair closer to the bed and held your hand. “I’m so proud of you baby, you’re so strong.” You smiled. “Well I think you had a little something to do with it.”

The door opened, and Lily stormed in, followed by James and Remus. “Where’s my niece?” she squealed. “Lils,” James said. “She’s not your niece.” You laughed. “Yes she is, she’s your niece, all of you.” Sirius stood to greet his friends. ‘How’re you doing Y/N?” Remus asked. “I’m alright, really tired, but alright.” Lily perched on the edge of your bed, James took the chair, and Remus sat on the windowsill.

“So,” you offered. “Anyone wanna hold her?” Lily practically shot off the bed. “Ooh, me, me, me!” You laughed. Sirius picked up Minerva and brought her over. “Alright Minne,” he cooed at his daughter. ‘Say hello to Aunt Lily!” You could see the adoration in Lily’s eyes when she held her. “Minerva Lily Black,” you said. “What?” “Yeah,” you said, patting her shoulder. “So we knida named her after you, would you like to be her godmother?” Lily’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious?” “No, I am!” Sirius added. Laughter filled the room. “Of course I’ll be her godmother!”

The four of you spent the afternoon in a similar fashion, Minnie being handed around among your friends. After a while, she got fussy, insisting on returning to her mother to nurse. “She’s perfect,” Remus said. “Just like her mother.” “Alright, lay off my wife, will ya Moony?” “We should probably get going. James’ parents have Harry,” Lily said, grabbing their coats. “It was so great seeing you guys, and to meet you little princess!” Minnie was fast asleep in your arms, but Lily still fawned over her.

“We’ll get together soon!” you called after them, and James nodded. Once they’d left, Sirius sat on the bed next to you. “I think Minnie liked her aunt and uncles, don’t you think?” Sirius kissed yours and Minnie’s foreheads. “I think she loved them,” he answered. He took Minnie from your arms and laid her down. “You, my darling, need to rest. I’ll take care of her.” “What would I do without you?” Sirius laughed. “Well, Minnie wouldn’t be here, that’s for sure.”

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #dad!sirius #harry potter reader insert #harry potter fanfiction #send me requests!

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lucas-rygal-universe · 5 years

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Jessica Jackrabbit

This is female version(adult) of Jazz Jackrabbit. She’s masculine female character just like Ghostbusters(2016),Lara Croft(Tom Raider series),Rey(Star Wars),Samus Aran(Metroid series),Shantae,Sash Lilac,Neera Li,Jill of the Jungle,Jessica Rabbit,Hello Nurse(Animaniacs),Amy the Squirrel(Eric W. Schwartz(Amiga Era),Lola Bunny(Warner Bros.’s Space Jam),Dot Warner(Animaniacs),Fifi La Fume(Warner Bros.’s/Amblin Entertainment’s)Tiny Toony Adventures,Babs Bunny(Tiny Toons Adventures),Marvel’s Black Widow,DC Catwoman,Xenna,princess Merida,princess Fiona(Shrek series),princess Jasmine,Marvel’s Jessica Jones,Marvel’s Black Cat,princess Leia Organa(Star Wars),captain Phasma(Star Wars),Padme Amidala,Elen Ripley(Alien classic series),female Prisoner 849(Unreal 1),Ramirez(Fortnite Battle Royale),Snow White(Disney’s adaption of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs),Hermione Granger(Harry Potter series),younger Granny(world war 2 flashbacks in Looney Tunes Show),Cindirella from Disney,Anne Navarre(Deus Ex 1), Dr. Liara T'Soni(Mass Effect trilogy),Eleven(Stranger Things),Diana Scully(X-Files),Berri(Conker’s Bad Fur Day),T-X(Terminator 3), Michael Burnham(Star Trek Discovery),Mon Mothma(Star Wars),Lady Tethys(Dust An Elysian Tail),Rouge the Bat(Sonic the Hedgehog series),Meryl(Metal Gear Solid),Wonder Woman(Justice League),Krystal(Starfox modern series),Angela Cross(Ratchet and Clank 2),Callie Briggs(Swat Kats),April O’Neil(TMNT),Mona Lisa(TMNT),Barbara(Rayman Legends),Lily the Fairy(Rayman 2),Coco Bandicoot(Crash Bandicoot series),Topaz(Sonic X),Officer Jenny(Pokemon anime),Jessie(Team Rocket)(Pokemon anime),Misty(Pokemon anime from the 90′s),princess Peach Toadstool & princess Daisy,princess Zelda,Betilla the Fairy(Rayman 1 & Rayman Origins),Marvel’s She-Hulk,princess Sally Acorn(Sonic Satam),Zoe Cottontail(Jazz Jackrabbit),princess Tiara Cyberooski/Boobowski(Sonic Mars/Sonic X-treme),Blaze the Cat(princess)(Sonic Rush),Marine the Raccoon(Sonic Rush Adventure),Talwyn Apogee(Ratchet and Clank Future A Tools of Destruction),Nega Sonic Teeange Girl(Marvel’s Deadpool),DC Black Canary),Robin(Stranger Things),Cora Velarux(reboot of Ratchet and Clank 1),Lori Jackrabbit(Jazz Jackrabbit 2 The Secret Files),daughter of Commander Keen(Bethesda’s reboot of Commander Keen),Doom Annihilation main protagonist(second Doom live-action movie),Harrison Shelly(Slipgate Studios’s Bombshell),Minerva Mink(Animaniacs),Tily the Fairy(Rayman M),Lady Razorbeard(Rayman M), Madame Gasket(Robots),Gadget(Disney)the mouse,Bonnie the Mouse(Elysian Tail),Tara Kroft(Spyro classic series),Undyne(Undertale),Kumatora(MOTHER 3),Susie,prince Ralsei,Metatton(Undertale),(Deltarune Chapter 1),Zeena the Zeti(Sonic Lost Worlds),Iron Queen(Sonic Archie Comics),N.I.C.O.L.E(Sonic Satam),Tank Girl,Courtney Gears(Ratchet and Clank 3),Technomite Girl(Ratchet and Clank Size Matters),Penelope(Sly Cooper 3),Elora the Faun(Spyro classic series),Sheila the Kangaroo(Spyro 3),Bianca the Rabbit(Spyro 3),Carmelita Fox(Sly Cooper series),Supernova(Rick and Morty),Wilma,Betty(Flinstones),Furiosa(Mad Max Fury Road),Rachel(Blade Runner 1),Velma(Scooby-Doo),Splash Woman(Mega Man 9),Roll(Megaman series),Ursula(Little Mermaid),Tifa Lockheart(Final Fantasy VII),Wave the Swallow(Sonic Riders),Zayats(Nu Pogodi due to crossdressing just like Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck),Johnny Test’s sisters,Marvel’s Captain Marvel,Marvel’s Invisible Woman,Elasti Girl(Incredibles),Edwina Roboshack(Ratchet and Clank 1),Helga(Ratchet and Clank 1),Aquagirl(Ratchet and Clank 3),Sasha Phyronix(Ratchet and Clank 3),Eve(V How Vendetta),Trinity(Matrix trilogy),Aida(Unreal 2)female V(Cyberpunk 2077),Ciri(Witcher 3),Daphne(Scooby Doo live-action movie),Jane(Jetstons),Jane Porter(Disney’s Tarzan cartoon adaption),captain Amelia(Treasure Planet),Yellow(Gunstar Super Heroes),Sailor Moon,Bayonetta,Ryuko Matoi(Kill La Kill),Queen Elsa(Frozen),Judy Hopps(Zootopia),Moana,Lilo(Lilo & Stich),Disney’s Minnie the Mouse,Evil Queen(Snow White),Fairy Godmother(Shrek 2),Fiona Fox(Archie Sonic Comic),Harley Quin(Batman DC comics/Batman the Animated series),Fidget(Dust An Elysian Tail),Poison Ivy (DC Universe-DCEU),Gamora & Nebula(MCU/Guardians of the Galaxy),Edna Mode(Incredibles),Caroline/glaDOS(Portal 1,2),Alyx Vance(Half-Life 2),Judith Mossman(Half-Life 2),Zaria(Overwatch),D.Va(Overwatch),Dustin’s girlfriend(Stranger Things). Honestly this fanart is just doodled sketch. It was inspired by deviantart user EdMopySun.

#femalevideogamecharacters #LGBTQ #JazzJackrabbit #EpicGames #girlpower #fanart #feministfrequency #genderbender #EdMopySun #nostalgia #sfw

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The Necklace’s Curse...

Severus x Reader Imagine

Request: hello! can you do a snapexreader where the reader is injured/almost died by a cursed necklace. snape is called in by mcgonagall about a injured student and isn't aware of who it is until he finally arrives at the hospital wing. he stays by their side until they finally heal. basically fluff, fluff, and more fluff :)

(no problemo- hope you like, love me a fluffy Snape I do...I hope this is alright! There's a bit of stress...but nothing that isn’t fixed!)

“Now pour your honey-water into your specialized silver cauldrons, slowly...I don't want to see any water spilt..”

The sound of slow pouring water filled the room.

Severus strode in the middle of the room, glancing from table to table. Giving a stern talking, to anyone who was found doing anything... even a tad bit wrong.

“Next...pulverize your Valerian Root. Give them a good shake beforehand...put it in the cauldron, then mix in one direction for one minute, until it is a fine and crimson red…”

As the students followed his instructions, Severus walked back to his desk in front of the class. Danity grabbing a vial filled with Nettle leaves and spun around to present its contents to the class.

He casually flicked his hair behind his ear. “Now. Lightly bruise-”

Three rapid knocks interrupted his words. He snapped his head to the back of the room and so did the students in curiosity. It swung slowly open revealing the form of Professor McGonagall.

She gave the class a small smile, “Hello everyone...I hope you're having a wonderful class...” some murmurs responded in disproval only to be cut off by the swift hand raise of Severus Snape.

McGonagall let out a soft chuckle, “I’m sorry to interrupt you, Severus-”

“-Yes…what is it Minerva...” he curtly responded as he rolled up his sleeves and placed the vial back down with a soft clank.

“We need your assistance, a student found something rather...startling and they need a particular remedy, nothing which I, and surprisingly the nurse, can pinpoint. We need your well-trained eye and knowledge of potions to help us out…” Severus surveyed the many eyes of the students, he didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of an early dismissal...yet he did not know how long this would take…

“Fine. Minerva…” he grumbled striding to the doorway. Once there, he grabbed the side of the door and turned back towards his students.

“Don't move, do anything and you get frequent detention or worse...stay in your seats and look over the chapter...don’t...do anything.”

As soon as the door shut, the room erupted with noise.

You were lost in a world of white, you couldn’t think, you didn’t know you could. You didn’t know who you were...you didn’t know how to know who you were...You were nothing, you couldn’t move all there was a blanket of white.

“Here Severus, right here!..” she pushed away the curtains that floated around the bed, which automatically furrowed itself behind the bed neatly.

Severus Snape peered over to the bed, yet unable to see the student that needed his assistance.

Glancing his eyes back at Minerva he lifted an eyebrow, “...What exactly did this student do to themselves, to need my presence?” he grumbled staring at her with an indifferent gaze.

“Well... Mr./Ms. l/n found a necklace in the forbidden forest…”

He jerked his head down to the bed and grabbed the bar at its foot. “What?!” he hissed softly, finding your face. It was stiff. Emotionless. Your eyes were like glass. Your pupils had taken most of the white in your eyes.

“In the forbidden forest?!” he barked clenching the bar hard before moving to the side of the bed, your body was covered by a thick white wool blanket. Your (h/c) hair as stiff as raw pasta.

He touched you with his forefinger pressing it softly against your wrist, It was warm yet malleable, like putty.

“It was a simple thing Severus, a black lanyard with a little fire charm in the middle, seemed like something a young witch or wizard would buy at a store. I bet they just thought it simply was...”

McGonagall walked the other side of the bed, studying Severus intently… “Although- when Mr./Ms. l/n came to my class this morning, it only took a few minutes for me to notice something odd with them...especially when they started staring off into space and especially when they eventually slammed (her/him-self) onto the floor!”

“Did you figure out the charms enchantment?” he whispered, removing his finger from your wrist staring angrily at McGonagall while absentmindedly moving your blanket closer to your chin.

“Yes. It was a very, horrible enchantment. Something you don't see every day, someone was hoping another would fall upon it, that's obvious enough….”

Severus looked down at you and forced himself to not fix your bed so you could be more comfortable.

McGonagall let out a long soft sigh, “Luckily we did what we could to undo the magical effects, but as you see..” she gestured to your body. “It seems they need something else besides magic...a potion I think would do the trick to complete the healing...do you think you could provide them with something?”

Severus leaned over your body slightly his eyes strained, his eyebrows furrowed making the lines on his face crease as he sneered. “How could you be so stupid? how?! I thought you would know better than to go into the forest let alone...yet...you still don't cease to surprise me..” he whispered under his breath towards you as if you could hear him.

He ran a hand through his hair, pulling it back from his forehead.

“Think? hmm...Yes. I know of the perfect set of potions...It seems I will need to brew a few things...give me a moment, I’ll be swift. You can leave to attend to your other duties Minerva. I'll handle this..” he stood up and glanced around the room.

“They should be fine by Thursday afternoon. I'll keep reporting to you and the nurse on the progress...Although I want no interference, This is something only one as experienced as I can handle…” he rumbled as he vaulted towards the door.

It closed with a slam, McGonagall looked down at you with soft eyes… “Oh, poor y/n…Hopefully, this will teach you to wander into the forest now hmm?” and with that- she left.

Its late afternoon, bird chirp their last songs through the glass windows in the dim light infirmary, although you can't hear them. All you hear is quiet..and surprisingly...quiet has a sound, although you won't remember it…

You're no longer in the white. Yet your unconscious. Your figure lies in the bed unmoving, it's like a deep, deep sleep.

The door slowly creaks open. An unrobed Severus holds three potion vials in his hands, his long fingers wrapped around them carefully. He looked at your figure and sighed, placing the vials down on a small end table next to you with soft musical clinks. He swipes his finger at a chair across the room and it flies behind him. He clears his throat and adjusts his sleeves while picking up a slender green vial in this hand popping the cork.

“How naïve..” he murmurs softly swirling the liquid in the vial softly as he stared at your closed eyes. The setting sunlight had flittered in through the glass, perfectly against your face.

He hesitantly reaches down and softly grabs the sides of your jaw with a firm hand. He pulls down gently, your lips part open.

His eyes linger on your mouth for a moment, until he shakes his head and grimaced as he props your head up, as he slowly pours the green liquid down your throat. A drop of liquid did not go into your mouth and dripped down your lower lip, he observes the droplet slide its way down your chin into the dip of your chest.

He lets out a low disapproving sound as he takes his thumb and wipes the bottom of your lip, although he holds his thumb there for a second too long before correcting himself with an angry scowl.

“y/n.. you need to take better care of yourself…” he whispers softly to himself, picking up another vial and popping the cork. “Who knows what could have happened to you if things didn’t end up this way..” He slowly pours the liquid down your throat...you let out a soft sound..he pulls his hands away from you.

His eyes widen, he waits….but nothing. After two minutes, he rubs his temple and picks up the last vial.

“You can't do this...to me...I wasn’t able to continue my schedule normally because I was too worried about you...pathetically..” he snarls as he sloshes the liquid in the vial, holding it up to his eye for a closer look.

He glances down at you through the vial, at your lips….

“It seems I can't handle anything happening to you..” “I guess if it did...it would be the end of me...you would be the end of me…” “it's funny really..” he sighs as he pours the last vial of liquid down your throat. Wiping your chin or your lips whenever he saw fit despite it not being needed.

He places down the last vial on the table and slowly sits down in the chair under him. Severus sits by the side of your head for about an hour, he summons a book to him and he reads leaning forward in his chair towards you, periodically glancing at your face and thinking...worrisome and loving thoughts.

The sun tucked away; the night had bled through the sky and the candles in the infirmary sparked on in an instant, causing Severus to jolt slightly.

He peered back down at you and let out a low yawn.

“Move already...open those pretty little eyes of yours… move your soft little lips...let me hear your annoying, sweet, voice…” he whispers sarcastically As he closes the book and sets it on his lap. Rising from his chair putting the book down on the table he places a hand on your upper chest, feeling your heartbeat. It was regulated, much better than earlier.

“Wake up y/n. “ he stares at your for a moment waiting for a response

“If you don't ill be forced to stay here all night...you wouldn’t want to do that to me now would you?...”

He slides his hand up towards the side of your face, cupping his hand around your cheek rubbing his thumb into the corner of your mouth. His chest rose and fell faster, as he took deeper breaths.

“Please...wake up…” he croaked.

An hour more had past. He was pacing back and forth in the room, going over his potion making in his head repeatedly, trying to figure out what else might work… “No..no...no...this should have worked…” he growled clutching the sides of his waist tight.

“I cannot. I can't…” he presses the palms of his hands firmly against his forehead

Your eyes snap open, the ceiling is foggy. You don't know where you are... You clear your throat and cough violently. Footsteps bound towards your side and force you to sit up. You clutch your chest and bend over and continue to cough.

“Breathe, Breathe!...deep breaths. Slowly..” you hear the gruff barking voice of someone you were happy to hear…

A hand pressed you back against your pillow as your coughing fit ended, your eyes squinted at the world around you. The hand then ran its fingers feverishly through your hair on the back of your head and stayed there as you laid in silence.

“y/n…” Severus whispered

“Well, finally...It seems as if….everything worked…” he growled. Jerking his hand from your head and wiping it on the side of his pants.

“Stay down...relax...someone has cursed you, it's gone but its damage lingers...all that is needed now, is your swift recovery.” He sits down at your side, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his waistcoat.

You turn his head towards him and muster a smile….

“Stop smiling at me you...you..” his voice trails off as he looks at your soft face. He turns away and stares at the stone floor.

“Don't go into the forest anymore.” he hisses as he grabbed onto your cover and molds it in his hand.

Your vision clears enough so you can make out the detail of his aged face. His hair hung to his shoulders loosely his eyes stern and dark. You looked down at the hand near your arm as it held onto the cloth angrily. You moved your hand on top of his and it stopped moving completely. He darted his eyes back at you. Staring at you in disbelief. You weakly rubbed his knuckles and turned your head back to the ceiling.

“I'm sorry…” you squeaked softly, your voice raspy...

He lets out a low growl, his hand still under yours. “Just don't be stupid...then you won't have to be…”

“I can't have you...dying...now can I?”

You grin and close your eyes and fall asleep.

Severus watches you rest listening to the sound of the candlelight crackling and the wind blowing softly outside. He flips his hand over so and holds onto yours tightly pressing his fingers into the back of your hand. He begins to hum a tune. A soft tune that only he remembered…

His soft humming lulled you even deeper into your sleep and you dreamed of you both sitting on top of a hill looking over into a valley full of trees…

Dumbledore entered the room...he found Severus hunched over, head propped against his hand as his elbow sunk into your mattress. Holding your hand…

His eyes softened, he slowly backed back out the door and placed a simple charm or two at the door entrance to prevent you two from being disturbed.

#severus x reader #snape imagine #snape x reader #severus snape

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Animaniacs Headcanons

I recently came upon my 5 page Harry Potter HC google doc so I thought I would do it for one of my most recent Hyper fixations

- Hello Nurse Mindey and Katie Kaboom's Moms Sister - the mime creeps Wakko out, - Slappy basically adopted the Warners as her grandkids - all the Warners share traits with the animals they described themselves as in the "what are we" song - Wakko is partially colour blind - they also shake themselves dry after swimming, gating rained of etc - Dot sometimes can't handle water - Dot's claws grow the fastest and the longest out of all the Warners - Yakko bounces when happy - Yakko has really sensitive hearing - Wakko has pretty bad sensory issues, but they're calmed by their hat, - when having a but of a sensory overload Wakko tucks their ears into their hat to cancel out the noise - the Warners have a three teir bunk bed, and whever Dot can't sleep she usually alternates on which brother she goes to for comfort - when it's Yakko, he usually tells her a story and sings a song - and When it's Wakko they usually just Let Dot sleep in their bed and provides sufficient hugs - Wakko has read the whole Riordenverse multiple times - and Wakko hot Dot to read them too - Yakko is not much of a fantasy book fan but - Wakko is ambidextrous - Wakko is really good at physically demanding tasks - Yakko is the Brains of the trio, Wakko is the Brawn and Dot is the Beauty - Wakko prefers Skirts to pants - Dot goes out with Wakko to buy dresses, skirts etc, - Dot and Wakko act like twins, since their only one year apart in age they just treat eachother like twins (people also ask them if they're twins and they just say yes, cause it's funny) - Dot is really good at embroidery, cross Stich etc, and she makes little things for her siblings - Wakko and Dot once went as Dipper and Mabel for Halloween (Yakko went as Grunkle Stan) - sometimes all three Warners just pile on top of each other on Yakko's bed and sleep there - Hello Nurse is Basically the Warner Sibs mum - Minerva and Hello Nurse have a bit of a thing goin on (crack ships my beloved) - despite being severly lactose intolerant Yakko just doesn't care, he'll eat cheese, chocolate etc - on a separate Halloween Wakko and Dot dressed as Leo and Piper - Angelina fell first William fell harder - if the Warners were humans they'd be half British and half from Warnerstalk (Germany) and have Vertiligo - Angelina is German but has an American accent (VC Taylor Swift) - William is British and has a British Accent (VC Weasley twins) - Angelina is an only child and William has two siblings - Dot loves Musiums - after Pink Dot's favourite colour is yellow - Yakko's favourite colour is Lavender (this might be canon idk) - Wakko likes alot of the cool colours like blues, greens and Purples - Yakko is dog shit at math and I will die on this hill - Wakko is actually really good at it and helped write the Multiplication song - Dot is semi tiktok famous - Yakko gets into random fights with people on Twitter? X? idk anymore - Wakko streams of YouTube and Twitch - the Warners have a pretty big YouTube channel - Wakko is a really good cook - Dot can't cook for shit, she has burnt Water for Spielberg's sake - all three Warners love the Owl house - they dressed up as both the Blight kids (Y: Ed, W: Em D: Amity) and the Noceda kids (Y:Hunter, W:Vee,D:Luz) - Wakko has a mild Cat allergy - -all the Warners are Ace - Yakko is Pan, Wakko is Aroace and Dot is Bi -Wakko is Non-binary & uses They/them Pronouns -Yakko is a Demi-boy & uses he/they pronouns - Dot is the only Cis Warner Sibling (you could say that she's the Warner Cis-ter) -Hello Nurse is a Lesbian - Dr Scrach'n'sniff is Trans-masc & Gay -Hello Nurse & Dr Scrach'n'sniff co-parent the warners

#animaniacs #animaniacs headcanon #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner #warner siblings #animaniacs1993 #animaniacs 2020 #hello nurse animaniacs #dr scrachnsniff

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The Hidden World // Part One [Updated!]

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Genre: Hogwarts!AU, occasional angst & comedy

Pairing: Jongdae x Female Reader, ft. EXO

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My world was not typical.

Sure, it had some similarities to yours perhaps, but nothing could be entirely identical to mine.

I was doomed from the moment I was born.

I had parents, or at least I hoped so, but they hadn’t been around for such a long time that everyone had reckoned that they had died. Including me.

I wasn’t waiting for anyone. I knew I was all alone.

I knew it. The kids at the orphanage knew it. The head of the orphanage knew it.

Maybe that was why none of them were nice to me.

Nobody knew who I was, who my parents were, or where I had come from.

It only made sense that I was abandoned immediately after I was born and my parents had died right then and there as well.

To this day, nobody at the orphanage told me the story of how I ended up there.

No matter how I had ended up there, I really wish that I hadn’t.

Every single day was a pain. Pain as I woke up between the thin cover that lay between me and the cold ground, pain as I walked around the other kids, pain as I ate with all of them stealing glances at me, pain as I was scolded for the smallest things.

That’s why I liked to run away from the pain sometimes.

I would run away to the attic, I would run away to the back fence, I would run away into the bathroom if it was empty.

Since they knew nothing about me and they needed some way to label me, the headmistress of the orphanage called me in one day, when I was presumed to be 7 years old, to settle some things about me.

Even though I was 7, I had learned how to read, and spent some of my time between meals on reading.

That was how I came to choose the name Y/N for myself, when the headmistress told me to decide on a name. I had read it in a book, where Y/N was a lonely, but strong girl who lived in the forest with her companion, a wolf named Chen, and was looking for her family.

The day I came in, September 22, 1992, the nurses at the orphanage had told the headmistress that I might as well have been born on that same day because of the state they had found me in.

That’s why I told her that my birthday should be the 22nd of September when she asked me so.

Now you know some things about me. Y/N, born on September 22, 1992. That is all you know. And that is all I know as well.

If you would ask me when my world became even more atypical, I would say September 22, 2003; without doubt.

It was a somewhat typical day, though: I had run away into the attic again, softly crying as I pulled my knees closer to myself, wondering what sin I had committed to receive such harsh treatment from the older boys of the orphanage.

For a moment, I think, I had forgotten that it was my 11th birthday.

And it was at that moment that a beautiful white owl flew through the open attic window, circled around, dropped the letter it was holding inside its claws, and left with the same speed it had entered.

The letter was sealed with an emblem that was divided into 4 pieces. Hesitantly, I reached out to it and began to read the cover.

Y/N L/N

The Attic

Madam Rosemary’s Orphanage

Y/Ci, Y/Co (Your city, Your country)

Surprised was one word I could use to describe what I felt at that moment. This was a letter. Specifically addressed for me, in the exact place I was in.

A thought ran through my head. Did this mean that there was someone looking for me?

Quickly, I opened up the letter and began to read.

Dear Miss Y/N,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Another headmistress, I thought. I had already had enough of one. Yet this one was offering something that Madam Rosemary could never offer.

An invitation to a school of magic.

That was what it was, right?

Witchcraft and wizardry had to mean magic.

I took out the second piece of paper and read through the list of equipment. Some of them were things I had never heard before.

I looked at the first paper again. 1 September. That was practically a year away.

Even so, I now had something to look forward to.

Because I sincerely believed that whoever these people at Hogwarts were, they were looking for me.

I could finally belong somewhere.

And I didn’t have to be alone anymore.

I decided that I was going to take action in July since there was nothing I could do and nowhere I could stay if I left right away.

So I counted the days until July. I counted every single day.

And when it finally came, I looked for an opportunity to sneak out and run away from the orphanage.

My whole summer, up until that point, consisted of memorizing the intervals in which they checked on us while also looking for an easy way to get across the fence. Since I had no belongings except the letter, getting across would be easy. All I needed was a proper spot to do so.

I found a gap in the fence on July 15. It was hidden behind a lot of bushes, but I reckoned I could get through.

I made my attempt that evening.

And that was how I ended up at Hogwarts.

Three years later

“Now, who could tell me what happened in the Battle of Hogwarts?”

History of Magic was the saddest class I had. Mainly because everyone fell asleep in that class and I felt really sorry for Professor Binns, so I always made sure to answer his questions.

“Voldemort and his followers attacked Hogwarts, sir, but they were faced with the students and the teachers of Hogwarts. Both sides gave lots of casualties, but in the end, Voldemort was defeated and Hogwarts was restored back to how it was.”

“Wonderful as always, Miss Y/N. Now, all of you wake up!”

Professor Binns amplified his voice in the last sentence, and that was enough to wake everybody up.

“Listen up, you sleepy fools. I want a summary of the last chapter by two days’ time. Everyone except for Miss Y/N is obligated to do this homework.”

“Why is she an exception?” A Slytherin girl named Cressida Cassia spoke up in between the collective whining of the students, making sure to tone her speech in the most annoying way possible. I reckoned she hated me because she was a pureblood, yet nobody knew what I was. I guess that made it inevitable for me to be considered equal to a Muggle-born.

“Because, Miss Cassia, Miss Y/N pays attention unlike the groggy lot you are. Ah, the bell should ring any minute now. Off you go, out of my classroom!”

I placed my textbook in my bag and got up at a fairly fast pace as the bell rang, and slowly walked out of the classroom.

It was Thanksgiving today, so the main hall was prepared for a feast. I made my way to the Gryffindor table and sat wherever was unoccupied, since I lacked proper friends. I had no idea why I had been placed in Gryffindor in the first place. I had legitimately expected the Sorting Hat to say, “You have no origins and no significance whatsoever, so I cannot place you into a house.” Yet that patched-up piece of cloth had screamed “Gryffindor” almost immediately after it was placed on my head, and I could swear that I heard a small chuckle from it that day.

As I began reaching out to the various foods that had been waiting to be eaten, a group of boys sat next to and across me. They were too busy talking among themselves that they couldn’t even bother to look at who they were sitting next to, but I could swear that I had felt one of them gazing at me for at least five minutes, even before they had come to sit down.

Once the boys settled down, they began to reach for the foods on the table. The boys and I sat in silence as we ate for a while, until one of them broke it.

“Um, hello, what is your name?”

I looked around for a few seconds, since I thought that they were talking to someone else. But they weren’t.

“It was Y/N, right?” another voice sounded, and I actually turned to look at who they were.

They were a total group of seven. The one who asked the question was a boy with a soft face and soft eyes, his eyes crinkled as he smiled, he had dark hair and his lips folded in perfect symmetry. I recalled the one who knew my name to be Oh Sehun, whom I shared Herbology with.

For a second, I thought I recognized some of them, but that was impossible.

We couldn’t possibly be acquainted... right?

Right.

I looked at the rest of them with a blank face for a few seconds, before remembering that they had asked me a question.

“Y-Yeah. My name is Y/N, as in ‘Y/N and Chen.’ Nice to meet you. It was Oh Sehun, right?” I turned to him as I finished my sentence. “Y/N as in ‘Y/N and Chen’” was how I introduced myself every time, because it made it easier for people to recognize. That kids’ story had surely influenced my life a lot.

“Yeah, but you can call me Sehun if you want,” Sehun winked, while the one who had asked the question in the first place was speechless for a moment as his eyes locked onto mine. It felt like I had seen him somewhere. But no. That was not possible.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, my name is Jongdae,” he finally spoke. Jongdae? Why did that name sound so familiar? His smile was back on his face again. "'Y/N and Chen'? I love that story!" another one exclaimed. "Oh, I'm Baekhyun, by the way." I smiled and nodded my head down in a slight bow before I proceeded to finish up my raspberry juice.

“I have Herbology with her,” Sehun said suddenly, which made me turn to look at him again, and I reckoned that he had only spoken right now because he had just finished chewing on his chicken. “Oh, now that I think about it, I think I had Flying class with her on our first year. This must mean that you are a 4th year student too, right?” The boy that sat straight across me spoke, he had a soft and small face, and I reckoned he might as well make a living as an actor because he certainly looked the part.

“Yeah, I am a 4th year student, though I don’t remember you from class. I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright, it’s probably because we were too busy flying around,” he said with a cute smile. “Well, since we haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Junmyeon.” Junmyeon extended his hand across the table, and I shook it shortly in order to be as polite as he had been. For some reason, this name sounded familiar as well.

For a second, I thought I saw Jongdae cringe as we shook hands with Junmyeon. I didn’t understand why. He later smiled so brightly that his eyes crinkled again, and looked at me. “We’re all 4th years, too!” he exclaimed, before turning to the boy next to him and giving him a small punch on his shoulder, “Except Nini of course, he’s only a 2nd year.”

“I told you not to call me that,” the boy muttered, before turning to greet me. “My real name is Jongin. You seem kind of familiar, by the way,” he added with a smile, as a few other boys joined in on his remark.

“Oh, is that so?” I didn’t understand why this group of boys, quite attractive for a fact, had suddenly taken interest in me. I didn’t flash with attractiveness like other girls did, and my only significance was that I did good in my classes, I had picked up on flying quite quickly too. That was all there was about me. I didn’t know what family I came from, and had certainly made no friends in the three years I had spent here.

Their smiles told me otherwise, though.

Or maybe I was just that desperate.

So desperate that I thought that maybe, just maybe, these seven boys wanted to be friends with me.

Or maybe they wanted to use me.

“It was really nice meeting you all,” I said as I got up and looked at their faces, “I should really get going. Have a nice evening.”

The anticipation was eating me from the inside out, so I thought that leaving them altogether would take my mind off them and what their intentions were. Even though that meant leaving all the delicious Thanksgiving food and walking up to the dorms earlier than anyone else.

And even though my mind attempted to recognize them.

Their names sounded extremely familiar, though.

No, that couldn’t be.

That definitely couldn’t be.

After I arrived in the empty Common Room, I placed my bag on a window sill and climbed up to sit there. The night, or at least the part of it that was visible through the window, was beautiful. A few torches glowed on the grounds below, while the stars glowed on the skies above. They were so visible that I made out some of the constellations that we had learned in Astronomy class. I really liked that class, because we would go up to the tower sometimes, on nights like this where the stars seemed touchable. The Whomping Willow shook gloomily on the corner of my vision, but I soon closed my eyes because the crackling of the fire in the common room sounded so relaxing for a moment.

And in that moment, I realized that I was truly alone.

Jongdae’s Point of View

She didn’t recognize me.

Throughout the entire feast, that was all I could think about.

She didn’t recognize me.

She forgot about me.

I was only shaken out of my trans as my brother Junmyeon made a remark.

“Dae, she seemed kind of familiar, didn’t she? Have we met her before?”

Yes, I replied internally, but didn’t voice anything as we proceeded to eat.

“Dae hyung, doesn’t she seem kind of similar to the noona that visited us before you and Myeon hyung started school?” Jongin broke in this time. He too, was right. But I didn’t say anything in response again.

Because she had forgotten about us.

My older brother, Minseok, and his friend, Yixing, joined us later into the dinner since they had been studying in the library. They were older than us after all, and had harder exams to prepare for.

We had just started walking back toward the dorms when I slipped away from the group.

“Guys, I’ll be right back, alright?” I started walking in the opposite direction, but was immediately bombarded with questions.

“Where are you going?”

“Did you forget something?”

“Are you going to see someone?”

Dismissing all of them for the task in mind, I proceeded to walk. “Never mind that, I’ll be right back.” I stopped in my tracks as I realized something I would need. “Jongin, can I borrow a pencil real quick?”

As soon as Jongin handed me a pencil, I walked to the end of the hallway and into the owlery. Could it be? I wondered to myself, on the way there. Had I really found the one I was looking for after three years?

Yes, I had. It had to be her. She was the only person in the world who would introduce herself using that book’s name.

That was also how she had introduced herself when I first met her, three years ago.

She hadn’t changed much, either. Her figure was the same, she was still her usual shy self, and her gentle heart hadn’t faltered the slightest bit.

I couldn’t believe we hadn’t run into each other after being separated three years ago. That’s why I was beyond surprised when I saw her sitting there, all alone.

Yet, she didn’t recognize me.

Perhaps she had completely erased me after we were forcefully separated.

How lonely she must have been...

Breathing back a few tears, I ripped out a piece of paper from my notebook and using the pencil Jongin gave me, I scribbled a note on top of a window sill in the owlery. After I was done, I called out to a specific brown owl with black stripes.

“Take this home,” I told him as he proceeded to fly out of the owlery.

My note consisted of four words.

“Mother, I’ve found her.”

A/N: Damn they got raspberry juice, they rich

Anyway, this is a new series obviously and I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Updated A/N: My stupid self forgot to add major story points hahaha isn’t that fun

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Para ricardo por una Nintendo switch edición splatoon y un play 4 pro

Quiero que se las metas por ambos agujeros a

las que tengan una (X) va a salir embarazadas

Judy Hopps

Fabienne Growley

Pantera nudista

Renata Lobales

Dmv pig swinton

Twlight

Celestia

Luna (X)

Sunset

Rarity

Starlight (x)

Sassy

Fleur

Upper crust

Pinkie pie

Applejack

Fluttershy

Rarra

Lyra

Trixie

Moon dancer

Diamond tiara

Spoled rich

Sweetie belle

Mayor mare

Vinyl

Suri polomare

Coco pomel

Minerva mink

Lola bunny

Honey

Monroe

viola

Britny

Blue

Maria

Selena

Sara

Calara

Binky

Babs

Lexi

Mrs bunny

Daisy lou

Pua bunny (playa japonesa)

Krystal

Maid marian (X)

Darma vix (X)

Mariana stola

Foxy roxy

Maestra zorra

Roberta foxfox

Liliana redhunter

Sawyer

Silvia

Penelope pussycat

Calie brigs

Dulcinea (X)

Kitty patitas suaves

Kitty katswell y todas sus hermanas

Tammy

Roxane goof

Miss bianca

Miss kitty mouse y hermanas

Gadget

Olivia flaversham

Lady mouse

Miss birsby

Dixie fah

Vixie

Georgette

Lita

Greta

Rita

Sasha le fleur

flo

Anabelle

Belladona

perdita

Jenna

Aleu

Dixie balto

Pumpkin

Zoe trent

Madame pom

Gail trent

Belka

Sweetie paw patrol

Gidget

Angel

Lady

Maddie

Scooby dee

Chiquita

Mammoth mutt

Princess story

Blythe Baxter

Youngme song

Sue Patterson

Biskit twins

Heather

Courtney

Gwen

Sierra

Sky

Dakota

Ella

Izzy

Zoey

Jasmine

Dawn

Bridgette

Carrie

Ellody

Emma

Kitty

Jen

Katie

Samey

Sanders

Scarlet

Rosita

Ash

becky

Nancy

Judith

Timantha

Trixie

Vicky y su madre

Madre de timmy

Hada de los dientes

Miss doombring

Princesa mandy

Wanda

Blonda

Ember mclain

Jazz

Madeline

Paulina

Verónica

Sam

Rule 63 de danny

Danielle

Espectra

Desire

Kitty

Sally carrera

Holley shiftwell

Cruz ramirez

Natalie certain

Candice

Carla veloso

Donna pits

Guilia

Kori turbowitz

Lorry abulance

Marilyn

Nurse GTO

Misti motorkrass

Sara safestreet

Serena

Lita

Amy mizuno

Luna

Diana

Ranma chan

Kodachi

Ukio

Shampo

Akane

Kasumi

Naviki

Rinrin

Ranran

Drakulaura

Toralei stripe

Elizabath

Twyla

Aery evenfall

Ari Hauntington

Catrine demew

Catty noir

Euna

Apple withe

Raven queen

Mira shards

Cerise Hood

Lizzie hearts

Blondie lockes

Bunny blanks

Ca cupid

Chesire cat

Kitty cheshire

Courtly jester

Darling charming

Deerla

Harelow

Foxanne

Madeline hatter

Lilly bo peep

Jackie frost

Faybelle thorn

Farrah goodfairy

Duchess swan

Poppy o hair

Ramona badwolf

Nevermore

Renaon

Gatomon

Lillimon

Exveemon

Flamedramon

Angewemon

Dawn

Mallow

Eureka

Misty

May

Serena

Irirs

Diantha

Cinthia

Bianca

Maestra tigresa

Song

Mei ling

Mei ling rouge

Damas de las sombras

Hermanas wu

Lian

Lady flor de loto (leona)

Ming antelope

Maestra leopardo

Maestra pantera negra

Mar

Tina

Marina

Perla

Starfire

Raven

Jinx

Vixey

Amy rose

Nimue

Rouge the bath

Vanilla the rabbit

Blaze the cat

Sasha the cat

Honey the cat

La hermana de tails

Sonar the Fennec

Zoey the fox

Fiona the fox

Cosmo

Sticks the badger

Perci

Breezie the Hedgehog

Nicole the Holo-Lynx

Lady goat

Rabbit girl

Reindeer Girl

Clove the Pronghorn

Diane Aardvark

Jian the Tiger

Barby koala

Marine racoon

Sally acorn

Sonia the hedgehog

Dulce princesa

Marceline

Bronwyn

Violeta

Princesa flama

Maga cazadora

Princesa helado de yogurt

Princesa desyuno

Fiona la humana

Reina helada

Señora zorra

Star butterfly

Eclipsa

Reina moon

Chica ardilla

Princesa marco (con vagina no pene)

Kate

Lilly

Eve

candy

Daría

Maria

Princess

Vitani

Kiara

Nala

Zira

Zuri

Fuli

tIfu

Doremi

Seno aiko

Onpu segawa

Momoko asuka

Margarita

Bonbon

Brubuja

Bellota (las dos versiones)

Marge

Lisa

Mindy simmons

Lurlei lumpkin

Maud flanders

Nikki McKenna

Jessica Lovejoy

Jenny

Greta Wolfcastle

Kumiko albertson

Becky

Isabell gutierres

Berenice hibbert

Clara stetson

Stacey Swanson

Roz daviz

Betsy Bidwell (la versión Simpson)

La sobrina del alcalde diamante

- jennette mccurdy

-miranda cosgrove

- taylor swift

-ariana grande (versión anime si quieres)

Kate

Sierra

Victoria

Begum

Florrie

Gia

Clover

Pam

Karen

Crimsom

Coco bandicoot

Tawna bandicoot

Princesa peach

Princesa Daisy

Rosalina

Capitana Amelia

Cleo catillac

Zangya

Sorrel

Hop

Kai tiempo

Towa

N 18

Bulma

Bra

Ribriane (sin transformar)

Kale

Kaulifua

Launch

Princesa serpiente

Tia grandma

Gwen tennyson

Charm caster

Duquesa

Marie

Hello kitty

Minnie mouse

Tinkerbell, hermana y amigas

Bloom

Stela

Musa

Talking angela

Talking Liliana (inventala)

Princesa romy

Angelica pikles

Kimi finster

Lili

Suzie carmaikle

Mavis drakula

Elsa

Anna

Rapunzel

Merida

Jazmine

Ariel

Mulan

Isabella garcia shapiro

Cadance flynn

Stacy hirano

Sandy checks

Torres

Meika fox

Tamira

ms. Dira

Miko nakadai

Clarie nuñez

Sima luan

Melisa Morgan

Hermanas test

Jonny test rule 63

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