#also nicer to write in cursive

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

So im gonna start going by Riley

Been thinking it over for a couple weeks and it feels right. Like I've never been a fan of my legal name. Its never felt like me. Also my synesthesia gives some words a texture and for some reason Olivia has an AWFUL texture. And its almost physically painful to say it out loud and it always has been. Hearing other people say it isn't as bad but it still makes my ears tingle a bit so its not pleasant. Olive doesn't have the same feel so I was alright using that for a while but its still never felt like me.

And I tried to think of a new name for myself as a kid but I still thought I was supposed to be a girl back then so I was trying to come up with girls names and none of those ever felt right either.

But Riley's more gender neutral. And ive always liked the name Riley. Ive never wanted kids but I always thought that if I had a kid I'd name them Riley. And then I was trying to think of a new name for myself again and I was like "....I have absolutely no interest in having kids. Why don't I just...name myself Riley."

Like why save it for a kid thats not likely to ever exist, right?

[lilyrizzy]

sorry to post so much everyone, promise i will resume to writing fic only like, once every three months after this lol

“That is a very nice watch, Max.”

It’s Victoria who is the first to notice it, the two of them sat out on his and Daniel’s balcony, the August evening warm. Between them are two empty bottles of wine and a quarter full bottle of gin. Inside, her babies are sleeping on the pull out beds, and Daniel has taken Tom into their ‘hobby room’, where Max’s sim lives also, to show him the newest addition to his camera collection. Apparently the one Tom had been using to document their children as they grow died a smoky death last week, losing all the photos of baby Lio in the process.

“Daniel got it for me,” is all he says, glancing down at his wrist.

It’s Tag Heuer of course, because Max has to wear those kind with the sponsorship rules, but this one is much nicer than the big flashy ones he usually gets for free. More you, Maxy, Daniel had explained nervously when Max opened the box to see it for the first time. A classic, smooth black leather strap instead of the usual shiny silver metal, the face a little smaller, round. In the middle, where the two hands of the clock meet, a tiny little diamond that you can only see if you look close enough, like a secret. The real secret is, of course, the inscription on the back, the engraved cursive words, for my world champion.

It’s so lovely. Max hates it a little bit.

Victoria lets out a laugh that bounces loudly through the too-still night air.

“Oh no,” she says, voice teasing. “You do not like it?” When he looks up from where he’s been staring at it, her eyebrows are raised.

Max has had maybe a little too much to drink, if he’s letting his complicated feeling about the watch show on his face, but it is the summer break of course, so it’s okay, and this is his sister. Maybe he can tell her what he is sometimes too afraid to think about on his own.

“I like it,” he insists, “but-“

“Max it is okay,” she says with another laugh, her cheeks bright pink from the wine she has drunk. She says it like she is trying to help him by telling him how he feels. “Sometimes they do not always get these things right, yes? The nice thing is that they try.”

But that isn’t it. This isn’t like the time Tom brought Victoria a pair of shoes for her birthday and she had telephoned Max to ask unhappily, “do I look like the type of person who would wear Michael Kors,” like Max was supposed to know who that was. Daniel is good at presents. He is very good at making Max happy.

“I do like it,” he tries again, a little defensive now on Daniel’s behalf. His words slur together a little, and without realising it, he’s switched back to Dutch. “It is lovely, I- It even has something written just for me on the other side, so of course it is special, I just- I thought-“

He thinks back to that night, two weeks ago now, the first of summer break that they got to be alone together. The first of their break, five nights to spend in some outrageously flashy Ibiza villa that Daniel booked, 120 hours stretching out in front of them, almost too sweet like toffee.

By the pool, laughing together, as they twirled pasta around their forks. Daniel had made it for Max, one of his ‘sabbatical projects’, to get better at cooking. That way you can hire me as your chef Maxy, if I don’t get a seat, yeah? It was so nice because the rich tomato sauce almost tasted the same as Max’s favourite kind of soup, and when Max had told Daniel that his face had gone all soft the way Max loved to see it, like he’d said all the right words in the right order.

“I’ve got something for you actually,” Daniel had said then, and he’d leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of Max’s mouth before getting from his chair to go and get his present.

When he’d come back with a black box and a shy, nervous smile on his face, Max’s heart had fluttered like there was a bird inside his chest, beating it’s wings against his ribcage. Daniel wanted to-

But then it had been a watch.

Looking at Victoria now, he can feel the wonky line his attempt of a smile makes of his mouth.

“For a moment, when he gave it to me,” he explains, thumbing over the smooth glass of the watch face, “I thought it was- I thought, maybe, a different kind of jewelry.”

It takes a few seconds for realisation to spread across his sisters features, but when it does it doesn’t make him feel any better the way he’d hoped it would to share this.

“Oh Max,” she says, reaching for his hand across the table, and he wants to recoil at her pity, “I did not- I did not even know that was something you wanted.”

Which to Max, seems like a silly thing to say, because of course it’s what he wants. He and Daniel have been together for so many years now, why would he not? It’s what you do when you love each other and want to be together always. He’d thought, maybe, now Daniel was happy again and not racing, but-

“Maybe it is not what Daniel wants,” he says with a shrug, but just saying the words out loud make his eyes sting and his throat ache. He is probably just too drunk for this conversation.

Victoria hums, like she is thinking. Over the balcony, Max can see the shimmer of the moon bouncing off the sea. His face feels so hot suddenly, like he is melting, and he imagines diving into the cool water.

“Have you two ever spoken about this?” Victoria asks, and Max just shakes his head, not looking at her. “Then how can- How can you know he does not want to? Why- You could always ask him too, you know.”

She’s right, of course. It’s just- Max doesn’t know how to explain it. That he wants it to be simple, for Daniel to want Max so much that he can’t stand to not ask him. That Max is afraid if he is the one to ask, Daniel will say yes just because he wants to give Max what he wants, and not because he wants Max.

Behind him, he hears laughter, the sound of footsteps, and Victoria’s face looks up, worried, to the sliding glass door behind him. It opens. Max wipes his eyes quickly, feeling even more foolish than before as Daniel runs a hand through his hair, presses his cheek into the top of his head, just as drunk as the rest of them and asks, “what are you two gossiping about then?”

[hazzyking]

The Snail ( @fanaticsnail ) inspired me to write some One Piece stuff. But I accidentally used my Self insert.

Its easier to write like that TBH.

You can gladly change my S/I to Y/N as long as you enjoy my work 🥰

Idk what's cannon and what's not anymore. But Law is hot to I had to write this. I mean. I guess based on her tattoos yall know what is and isn't cannon

Also nothing is italicized cause I hate Tumblr formatting. But on Google it looks nicer 🤣

Ink.

Aside from the sheer respect he holds for her, Miss Newgate also happens to be the picture of beauty. Her ink tainted skin, exposed to him as he "examines" the Whitebeard cress that stains the tops of her breasts and sternum. "You alright? Law?" Ame asks as her lips brush the shell of his ear.

He shudders as his long fingers trace the purple tattoo on her sternum. "You're covered.” he mutters, as his lips catch the fang tattoo on the right side of her neck, she mewls softly as his stubbled chin scratches her sensitive skin.

"Is that a problem? Sir?" she asks, doing her best to maintain her dominant attitude, but Law is leaving her in shambles as his lips, tongue, and long fingers trace her ink ridden body. He smiles at the sun tattoo that fits perfectly on the space between her hip and ass, knowing full well the only people who ever saw this were the people who got her in this state, his fingers moved down her left leg to cup the back of her knee and hook it onto his hip, he groaned as he repositioned himself inside of her dripping cunt.

“Mm, not at all Little Newgate.” Law let out a horse chuckle, and watched Ame's hand reach out and trace the Ink on his chest. “I admire the love displayed on your skin,” he murmured against her neck as his fingers found Ace written in black letters and cursive on the right side of her hip, the heart shaped flame behind the lettering made his lips curl up into a smile. “I'm so sorry for your loss.” Law whispered, as he kissed up the same side of her neck and jaw.

she shuddered softly at his gentleness. “I appreciate it, But don't bring Ace up when your balls deep inside me… please” Ame chuckled softly, turning her nose to brush against his. Her body was a map of her conquests, maybe he didn't understand all of her subtle references to the vastness of lovers she had taken throughout her life. But he knew each collection of line work and images were made because she fell in love with something so hard, that she had to show it.

“The sun?” He asked, his large hand cupping her ass and causing her to squeak. “That's not from a certain Fishman? No?” He asked, as his lips kissed The tops of her breast, he loved the Whitebeard mark on her chest, it perfectly shaped everything she was and everything she could be, the purple cross literally controlled a room when she wore a low enough shirt, he felt honored He was able to see it in all its glory.

Ame chuckled slightly after a bit of silence, “probably not the one you're thinking of… but yes, that's from a fishman” she said, looking into his brown Eyes.

“Hmm, and this sword behind your ear, I'd recognize that from anywhere… That's Yoru” he muttered as his lips nipped her ear and she let out a shrill gasp. “Where will you put me?” He asked, as his lips trailed her body again, his tongue swirling down the pink bud of her nipples, and his perverted fingers rolling the other one.

“A-ah!” Ame moaned, attempting to speak over the gentle waves of pleasure Law casually washed over her. “Maybe a heart… on my shoulder” she managed.

Law snickered at her answer. “So when I bend you over my desk, I can see how much you love my cock?” Law chuckled lowly. And Ame nodded.

“Or… the back of my knee… right where your hand is… so I can remember how your hands feel” she swallowed, and Law brought his other hand around her throat, his digits gently caressing her skin.

“This… this is nice” he said, admiring his own tattoos on her throat, he shifted inside her once more, his hips dragging out a slow, thrust as she whimpered beneath him. “Oh that's very nice, Miss Newgate.” Her name rolled off his tongue like a lyric, her legs quivered, silently begging for him to drag his cock against her walls once more.

“Law… please… we can talk about tattoos after?” Ame moaned softly, her hands clawing at his shoulders, “If I don't cum, you don't get a piece on my skin” she joked, which caused Law to chuckle.

“If you cum now… i'll never see you again.” He spoke against her lips, Ame whined, still attempting to continue this intimate moment. “I don't want to share you with the rest of the world.” Law muttered, then dragged his hips out again, and snapped them back against hers, she let out another whimper and felt her arousal pooling on her skin, and on the wooden desk below.

“Please Law,” Ame begged as she clawed his tan skin. “I need you so bad.” she shamelessly begged him.

“I wish they could see you now,” Law hummed, trailing kisses down her neck again. “You controlled the room when I first met you, Newgate.” He smiled against her pale flesh… “I could get used to making you melt,” he groaned, as he unwillingly thrust his hips within her again…

“I'm not feeling well, doctor,” Ame chuckled, “I could stay here for further examination.” she smirked.

Law let a dark chuckle rumble in his chest, and his hands pulled her closer. “Oh yes, I'm definitely going to need to keep you overnight for observation.” Law grunted, and started to set a steady pace, rocking his hips against hers. “How does that feel?” he asked between pants.

Ame moaned softly in his ear, as she pressed her exposed chest to his skin, her nipples rubbing against the silver bars that pierced his. “Oh yes,” she cried out “just like that!” She moaned again, Law smirked, as he continued to thrust within her, pulling her leg higher so his cock could comb her deeper. “Fuck, fuck, please don't stop!” Ame begged as she let out short pants.

“Deeper breaths Little Newgate… I want you to last all night,” he grunted as he picked up his pace, causing Ame to scream with pleasure. “That's it Newgate, just like that,” he coached her between his own grunts, and he felt his cock throb inside of her. “I'm close.” he grunted, and maintained his pace.

Ame couldn't speak at this point, she nodded and cried as her orgasm washed over her, and her cunt milked white strings of cum from Law's slender cock, he let out a moan as his hips stuttered against hers, and he road out the end of his orgasm. He pressed his forehead against hers as they both managed to catch their breath. Law held her close, he was determined to keep his cock as warm as possible within her velvet walls. “You're burning up.” Law joked, “I'm definitely going to have to keep you, till the fever subsidies at least.”

[egtotaldramatakes]

mikesys handwriting headcanons that are canon because they literally came from my head i mean what

mike - it's pretty decent most of the time! surprisingly decent. again. most of the time. if he's dissociated or writing really fast it's barley better then vito's. for some reason he has much nicer handwriting when he's sad.

chester - he still has a grudge against every single one of mike's elementary school teachers for not teaching them cursive. he gets mad when you ask him to write something because he wants to do it in cursive but he doesn't remember how. but his handwriting is nice.

vito - he's not stupid. okay. just starting with that. I've seen some of y'alls headcanons he's not stupid. he's just not the best at spelling. might mess up a few words and that's okay. also his handwriting is messier then duncan and courtney's relationship.

svetlana - she's also not the best at spelling. sometimes it's her fault though because why would you ask vito, the one with a history of not being good at spelling, how to spell some words. (she does it on purpose because she likes seeing him improve i mean what). her handwriting is very neat actually! unless she's writing in russian. that still needs work.

manitoba - its very messy. but also somehow the easiest to read. don't ask how that works because i don't know. he's surprisingly good at spelling also. you could ask him to spell hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia and he could do it.

mal - it's uh. okay. he will get mad if he spells something wrong. if he doesn't like you he purposely makes his handwriting as shitty as possible. or if he's dissociated then it'll also look messier then the entirety of all-star's writing. but overall pretty decent!! he will try extra hard to make it look good if he likes you though.

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[cleromancy]

jason would have the prettiest handwriting in the world bc this is a stationary-loving old school pen pal kind of bitch... in blue devil 19 (and this is teeeeechnically i believe pre crisis jay) the letterer did a sample of one of jasons letters and he has a nice cursive there. and we *can* apply this to post crisis jason who was a fifth grade dropout and would have started again when he was 12 or so-- 5th grade is 10-11 year olds so he probably lost a full schoolyear. i know i started learning cursive (as opposed to printing) in 3rd grade but i also think that leading up to dropping out Jason wouldn't have been able to completely apply himself to school at all incl things like Pretty Handwriting bc yk. sick mom/MIA dad, thats a lot of stress even if you dont factor in what food insecurity does to your capacity to do. anything. SO this would have to be something jason practiced in his own time even moreso than your average teenager who decides to have the most beautiful handwriting in his creative writing class. the question then becomes Would Jason Go Out Of His Way To Devote His Time To Perfecting This and, well. jason would go out of his way to perfect anything under the right circumstances lbr.

but i think more likely than not he would. the only thing stopping me is smth like, if a teacher ever like humiliated him in front of classmates by calling his handwriting unreadable theres always a chance jason would refuse to change the way he writes out of spite (don't @ me, he was a lil petty even in his original run as robin), and like. sidenote. i think something like that would get *steph* to go out of her way to improve her writing to prove them wrong but i think what jason would do would refuse to change his writing but continue to excel in the class, like forcing the teacher to give him perfect marks on smth that was almost but not quite illegible, its a subtle but important distinction to me. anyway--

actually no fkkdkvlffk i just pictured like. jay complaining about the jerk teacher to alfred and bruce and what winds up happening is Bruce comes in to read jasons essay to the teacher out loud for them. but also very jovially suggests that if jasons writing is so difficult to read the school can provide accommodations for typing perhaps instead of berating a disadvantaged child in front of their peers. jason:

but that can actually Still Happen if jason later decides he wants to have the prettiest handwriting bc other things could spark that like. tbh. im fairly certain dick has good handwriting that he didn't actually have to go out of his way to achieve (part of jasons problem imo is that his brain goes a lot faster than he's able to write down so he was just trying to get it all down as fast as possible--dick i think is generally more deliberate about what he actually writes down vs keeps in his head so he never picked up bad handwriting habits by going way too fast). and Jason's competitive about dickie and "nicer cursive" is both an achievable goal (compared to say better acrobatics/better robining in general) and also one he can have plausible deniability about if anyone made the connection. and other things could cause or contribute to wanting to do this too-- a crush on a pen pal for example. or even just talking about it with alfred whose opinion he valued and who always values presentation.

anyway yeah Jason Todd fountain pens jason ajd donna go to the stationary store together send tweet

[lucero-is-here]

As you play the camera footage, you see a recording of a room. the walls are half painted and doodles are everywhere…the floors were made of hard, polished wood that seemed to shine under the warm yellow lighting. Before anything else could be said, a cloud of smoke flooded the room. When the smoke disappeared, standing in front of the camera was a young man.

“Good evening Ladies, gentlemen and folks! I am your host! And today we have the long waited headcanon post!”

requested by:

“Due to certain reasons, all of the headcanons will shoved in one post! so be sure to scroll down for any of these characters!”

“Presenting…Vickey Lopez!”

- She’s a straight ally. she’s very supportive of the LGBTQ+, but she knows she is straight and will politely reject girls who confess to her.

- she has issues with stress. I like to think Vicky used to be a gifted child, but as she grew up she became more burnt out. her mom still had relatively high expectations for her, and she is unable to cope with the stress.

- she loves chewing gum! her favourite flavour would always be strawberry, but she’s fine with any.

- she is really flexible. She is in fact a cheerleader, and she is quite flexible. She uses her flexibility to her advantage, and makes quite the performance.

- she was extremely popular in school. People likes her because she was pretty, and was relatively nice to people as long as you didn’t mess with her.

- she can be really sassy.

- she’s really straightforward and blunt at times. sometimes when she says really mean things, she means it, but also forgets that people actually get hurt by her comments and apologises to late-

- she wear highs heels or sneakers most of the time. she only wears high heels when she wants to look really pretty, but she finds sneakers more convenient, and it’s easier to do her every day tasks in them.

- a boy asked her out once, and she rejected him, since it was her best friend and she saw him as a brother and only as a brother.

- she’s usually wearing earphones or headphones all day. She is constantly listening to music, and it’s rare to find her without earpiece.

- she has really pretty hands. She takes a lot of care of her hands and makes sure they look nice.

- she takes a lot of pride in her appearance. She wants to look pretty, and she knows she looks pretty, so she’s quite happy about that.

- she dyed her hair once, she dyed the ends purple, before growing it out and cutting her hair. She liked the style, but she also realised the dye damaged the ends of her hair, so she decided to stop dying her hair.

- she gets very little sleep- like at most 7 hours, and she pulls all nights a lot. So she has eyebags.

- she does a minimum amount of makeup. most of the time, she uses some foundation to cover up her eyebags, and also some mascara.

- she’s scared to express her emotions sometimes. She’s scared people will judge her if she acts to happy or if she cries in front of people, so she stays as neutral as possible to avoid getting judged.

- she has a cute cat plushie in her bedroom that she hugs to sleep every night. She called it Kibby and she really likes Kibby. Kibby is a black cat plushie and he is adorable.

- she can do an oversplit, and it’s really impressive when she does it

- she used to do ballet at one point of time, and she looked really pretty doing it. But she lost interest in ballet and went to do something else she liked!

- she likes embroidery, and she does embroidery every now and then. She makes these really pretty 3D roses, and they always look really pretty.

- sometimes she sews small little designs into her outfits so they look nicer. Sometimes, she sews little hearts or roses onto her stuff, and also offers to sew cute little designs onto her friends’ items as well!

- Her favourite colour is purple and black! She thinks both colours are really really pretty!

- she writes in cursive, and her handwriting is really pretty.

- she takes really good care of her hair, so it’s silky smooth and is really easy to brush through.

- terrified of insects and bugs.

- relatively okay spice tolerance.

That’s it for Vicky Lopez!

Up next is Gregory Lynn!

- bisexual man.

- he has really messy handwriting.

- he likes pulling pranks on people, but he stopped for a while after one of his pranks had gone wrong and upset someone a lot.

- his hair is very messy and gets tangled a lot- it doesn’t help that he forgets to brush it a lot of the time.

- he won’t admit it, but he’s a bit scared of the dark. It’s especially when he thinks he sees something in the corner of his room staring down at him, and he almost wants to cry every time that happens.

- he sleeps with a teddy bear, who he smartly named Ted. He really likes Ted, and he takes very good care of Ted.

- he likes candy, a lot. He has a massive sweet tooth, and he tends to eat too much candy sometimes. One time he gorged a lot of skittles, and turned his tongue rainbow from the sheer amount of skittles he ate.

- he loves sour candy. Yes I said he likes candy, but if he had to choose anything, he’s going with sour candy. He thinks it’s the best thing ever.

- he binged watched an entire series in the span of two days and pulled an all nighter, only to be disappointed by the ending.

- he gets no sleep. He stays up majority of the time and refuses to sleep, because sleep is apparently for the week, and he’s to stubborn to sleep. So people have found him asleep on a chair, standing, or even in the most uncomfortable position ever.

- he usually wears loafers or boots, he thinks they are very comfortable and he finds it easy to move around and do his daily activities in them.

- he tries out cosplaying one time, and he didn’t really like it for some reason. He doesn’t know why, but people treated him like the actual character and he felt weirded out to an extent.

- he loves listening to music, and he’s usually listening to music in his free time!

- his spice tolerance is shit. he can’t handle spice at all-

- if he has an outfit he likes, he’ll buy it different colours, so his entire wardrobe is just of similar outfits with different colour schemes.

- he drinks way to much coffee to be okay- Caffeine is one of the major reasons he doesn’t sleep, sugar also plays a role-

- he collects old game consoles sometimes. He has a tamagotchi, a Nintendo 64, etc…He really likes them, and he used them every now and then!

- he fell down a staircase once by accident- he went to his friends and said: I can jump down the staircase! And he ended up falling down and breaking a leg.

- he likes photography. He loves taking photos, and takes photos of beautiful scenery wherever he goes. He keeps the photos as memory, and he really likes them.

- he is not flexible at all. He tried doing a split once but gave up because he just couldn’t.

- he’s really interested in sports. He watches football and basketball and what not with his brother. They are usually on opposite teams and they sometimes bet who they think will win. So far, Gregory has lost more money.

- people see him as a bit arrogant sometimes unfortunately-

okay that’s it for Gregory Lynn…

presentingggg…MIA LOUKAS!

- BISEXUAL!

- her hair gets tangled a lot unfortunately- she cares for her hair a lot, yet it still gets tangled a lot of the time.

- she likes pearls, cause she thinks they are really pretty and aren’t to extravagant. She likes how simple they are and really appreciated where they come from.

- she cannot cook, she bas burnt down the kitchen once and has been banned from cooking ever since.

- when she was a kid, she was really shy and often kept to herself. She didn’t know how to talk to people and was extremely socially awkward.

- she likes to write and draw sometimes! She finds it really enjoyable, even though her drawings and writing may not be the best at times.

- she is pretty soft spoken most of the time- she sometimes has issues expressing how she feels and her opinions on certain things cause she’s scared people will get offended by her words, so she finds it easier to keep to herself then to tell other people her thoughts at times.

- Mia is either to quiet or to reckless. She’s either never speaking up about anything, or she goes a but overboard. What I mean by overboard is that she becomes overly blunt and she sometimes becomes really harsh. Usually, this harshness is necessary, but she occasionally caused some misunderstandings due to her tone.

- neat handwriting.

- she’s very scared of snakes-

- she really liked to read as a child. Her favourite book was Hansel and Gretel for some reason.

- She doesn’t know how to spell “necessary”, she often spells it wrong.

- She is acquainted with all her coworkers, but she doesn’t consider them close friends. Friends, but not really that close.

- she used to be really scared of foxes, wolves and snakes, especially since she was told foxes, wolves and snakes could eat farm animals.

- She had a pet pig at one point of time, but it got eaten by a fox. So she is forever traumatised and scarred/j

- She usually wears loafers. She hates how high heels feel, and she prefers the feeling loafers have, especially since they are much more comfortable to walk and run in.

- She tried dying her hair once, but she ended up regretting it- She looked nice but she didn’t like how the dye made her hair feel.

- she paints her nails sometimes. She likes sparkly nail polish, cause it’s usually simple and doesn’t stand out that much, but it’s still really pretty.

- She loves flowers a lot. She likes purple flowers the most. She also has a book about flowers and what they mean.

- She cannot cook, but she can bake. She bakes cookies every now and then- and they’re really good somehow.

“Okay that’s it! My apologies for doing this request so late!”

With that, the recording came to an end.

[edward-hydes-letters]

You guys are seriously telling Lanyon? I have to admit... that takes guts. And maybe a bit of stupidity.

I do sincerely hope it goes well for you both.

Jekyll didn’t get a choice, I dragged his arse to Soho with the potion in hand. If Lanyon wanted to know that badly, then so be it.

He showed up around dawn, and obviously didn’t see the doctor anywhere. Started to question me on where he was, with Jekyll screeching at me not to tell him, not to show Lanyon.

Eventually our guest got sick of going around in circles and threatened to leave if Jekyll didn’t show up… it was then that I downed the potion.

There was screaming obviously, getting your bones to stretch and break is never a picnic, but after Lanyon realized I had turned into his precious Henry, well… he wanted explanations. So Jekyll told him everything; the first transformation, how long this has been going on for, and what actually happened the night Moreau blasted a hole into the Society.

He was silent through all of it, listening. Then he just… left. We’d thought he’d lied, that he wouldn’t stay, that he’d throw us into Bethlem-

(The choppy letters started getting skewed, like the writer had started writing faster… but just as quick as it came, it stopped…)

…He came back a few minutes later to see Jekyll and I yelling at each other, though through Lanyon’s perspective he would just see Jekyll yelling at glass. He… said he was still there and just needed to compose himself like the prick didn’t almost give us a bloody heart attack-

…

He’s been treating Jekyll like glass all day. Like the slightest breeze could break him. Lanyon always has some sort of food or blanket, and he keeps asking if Jekyll is doing alright, if he needs to sit down, blah blah blah. The lodgers can tell something went down, but Ito’s staying silent about it.

Lanyon also hasn’t said shit about me, which is nicer than the bastard normally is…

-Mr. Edward Hyde

(A note written in cursive, “…Robert took the news surprisingly well. Hyde should not have showed him the transformation, but… he’s still here…”)

[thatyamiguy-blog]

My cousin is crazy! (Ben 10)

It was Saturday morning in Bellwood and 15 year old Ben Tennyson was slowly waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs. It was strange because his parents were on a vegan kick at the moment but he decided to roll with it and opened his eyes as he went to sit up. And then groaned out loud as he took in stock of his attire and what he was sleeping in. Not for the first time since Gwen had started working out hardcore last year the girlish Ben had found his cousin perv'ing on him and deciding he should be her sissy baby wife. Despite making his lack of interest in such plans clear MORE then once, It hadn't of stopped Gwen from snagging him up at random times and dressing him up. Case and point, he was currently in what he estimated as 5 princess reaz's diapers (he'd sadly become familiar with the different brands because of Gwen) and a dark pink top with lighter pink puffed out shoulders and a semi skirt that didn't even cover half of the diapers. The top also had a red heart on the front with white writing in cursive declaring 'i wove my mommy' going along with the top and diapers his hands were in locking mittens meaning any attempt to use the omnitrix was doomed to fail and his feet covered in booties with slick bottoms so Ben would end up having to crawl unless he wanted to fall on his ass every 12 steps. 'At least she didn't put the paci in my mouth this time.' Ben thought with a sulky though a pat on his head told him she had put the silly over sized bow in his hair again, the damn thing pink with white poka dots. As for what he was in, again this wasn't a shock to him as it wasn't the first time but he was still less then pleased to have gone to sleep in his own bed in a pair of boxers and wake up in the hot pink crib Gwen had built just for him during her wood shop class. And of course since she wasn't shy of telling people who it was for Ben had been forced to endure even more teasing at school though ironically just verbal, no bullies had darned to lay a finger on him and have to deal with Gwen's almost super human power and bulk. The last bully who had tried had been found hanging from a flag pole by a pair of Barbie pants. Struggling to get to his feet on the purple sheet covered queen sized mattress and ignoring the fuzzy white and pink blanket and pillows in the crib with him (not to mention a dolly or too) Ben took in a deep breath and then hollered at the opened door frame of Gwen's room. "GWEN YOU SICK BITCH! YOU'VE BEEN TOLD TO STOP KIDNAPPING ME AND DRESSING ME IN DRAG AND HUGGIES! COME IN HERE AND LET ME OUT OF THIS OUTFIT BEFORE I GET YOU IN SHIT WITH YOURS AND MINE PARENTS AND GRANDPA MAX TOO!" It was the only threat that normally worked as while they're parents thought it was mostly cute, they all agreed that Gwen kidnapping Ben crossed a line. other then that though it was fair game if he was out of the house. Grandpa Max was nicer about it in Ben's view as he made the rust bucket a official safe zone that even Gwen respected and so Ben found himself hanging out less with Gwen and Kevin and more with Gramps. Kevin for his part was all too happy to stay out of it, treating the whole thing as a bullet dodged when him and Gwen had never hit it off and a better Ben then him. Ben didn't have to wait long as he swore he could almost feel the food steps of Gwen as she made her way towards the room.

Between the insane amount of weights she worked and the reps she put into and a unexpected growth spurt Gwen looked like she could of been a WWE at her 6'10 height and 320 pounds of mostly muscle. She kept her Orange hair short and was wearing a pair of grey jogging pants and white under shirt that showed off her girl abs. "Awww is my darling widdle wife to be awake?" She coo'ed, cupping her hands together and flashing Ben a big smile. "Gwen, for the LAST time, I'm not going to marry you. I'm not going to be your sissy baby, now PLEASE let me go. I'm not joking, I'll call Grandpa Max over and get you in SO much trouble." Ben huffed, trying to look intimidating but his outfit made that all but impossible. "Awww such a silly widdle gurl! Did widdle Benny forget that this is our parents couples retreat weekend? And gramp's is off on Plumber work! That means I got widdle Benny to myself allll weekend." Gwen gushed and came over, lifting him out of the crib with ease and holding him up so she could give his padded rump a sniff. "Ah crap baskets..That was THIS weekend?" Ben whined, not even bothering to point out he would of said something if he had used the diapers. He'd tried to make plans to hang out with cooper for that weekend but had clearly gotten his dates wrong and was capital S screwed for the next 48 hours. "Hmm Doesn't smell like Benny has made me a present yet..but I know you will soon enough. you just love to make presents for your hubby don't you?" Gwen coo'ed and moved him down enough she could give him a Eskimo kiss. "Oh yeah. highlight of my weekend, fudging a diaper." Ben said sarcastically. "Now now, I know you're just grumpy because you didn't get to play with me last night, but I had to take care of a few things. But we have allll weekend sweetie. And if you promise to be a good little gurl for me I'll be nice and spoil you with all the junk food you want. After all you need to put on some baby fat." Gwen chuckled and kissed his cheek. Ben groaned, Gwen was always trying to chub him up, but given the fact he'd been subjected to the 'wonder's' of a baby food and formula weekend before, and the fact he was trapped regardless he just hung his head. "Fine, I'll play along. but for the record, you need help." Ben huffed. "Oh please, I can handle my widdle wife for a weekend!" Gwen chuckled and carried Ben off towards the kitchen.

Strapped into a wooden but painted light pink high chair, Ben played along with his crazy cousin and held up his arms so she could remove his top and replace it with a hello kitty bib. "Now Benny, if I remove your mitten's and let you feed yourself, you're not gonna do something stupid and try and use your silly little watch now are you?" Gwen asked. Considering between her bulk and her magic Gwen out classed most of Ben's aliens anyways and she always made sure he was sorry for trying to go alien on her after he timed out, Ben decided that having the freedom to feed himself was worth playing along. "Yeah I'll be good.." Ben said and held up his hands. She studied his face for a second, as if deciding whether or not to trust him then smiled. "I believe you. I really hope we can have a nice weekend together and I don't end up having to spank you. it hurts me then it does you when I have to." Gwen said then moved to free up Ben's hands. 'Bullshit on that one!' Ben thought but wisely kept his thoughts to himself and just flexed his fingers, and looked at the watch. "I'm not going alien, I'm just checking to make sure no alien got primed to go while the mitten on so I don't accidentally go alien and get my cheeks tanned." He said, and then after getting a smirk and a nod from Gwen checked the watch. Thankfully nothing was primed and he made sure to show the psycho and then wiggled in the high chair as he waited on her to plate up some num nums for him. Everything else aside, Gwen really was a excellent cook and she didn't hold back as she put the piled high plate of scrambled eggs and Bacon and some pancakes down in front of Ben and handed him a baby fork and knife. She had also poured on the maple syrup and set down a one liter baby bottle full of chocolate milk for him and kissed his cheek. "Eat up little lady.Oh, did you want me to put a show or something on for you while you eat up? I think Sumo slammers is having a marathon on channel 6 today." Gwen asked, nodding to the Kitchen TV her mom had had put in back during the 90's. "..That would be agreeable yes." Ben said, trying not to break out into a silly grin before he started to dig into the food, watching as Gwen was proven right. 'you know.. the huggies and drag aside, I could get used to being spoiled like this.' Ben thought.

Gwen smirked as she watched Ben chow down and kick his legs ideally in the high chair. while she would of preferred he watch something a little less violent she had changed up her usual plan for weekend sessions with her soon to be sissy bride. Trying to enforce the baby food and sissy programs only made him fight it more so she was gonna meet him halfway and try to ease him more into baby gurlhood. One added bonus though she noticed with a big grin while she had her normal bowl of high protein gruel was that Ben was even more of a messy eater then normal as he watched his show, getting syrup all over his face and bib and eggs and bits of bacon were all over the place. 'He's such a big baby! I love it!' She mentally squealed. It only got better as halfway though his plate, he reached for his his ba-ba and held it with BOTH hands like a good baby gurl and she was fighting the urge to squeal out loud. Anytime she tended to praise him for his babyish behavior he always tried to cut it out. Finishing her gruel she washed it down with a protein drink and noted that Ben was squirming around lots in his high chair, with most of his food gone and the little sissy had packed away HALF of his milk already. "Doing alright over there baby gurl?" She asked. Ben seemed to snap out of his show induced trance and blushed. "I uh..I gonna potty..and I think I got a gas bubble stuck." He said, poking two fingers together. '..Is he asking me to burp him?' Gwen wondered but was ALL grin's "Well that's no good! here, let me help you out. whats a little gas between husband and wife?" She said. Coming over she grabbed a dish towel and a wet dish rag, putting the towel over one shoulder and then moved Ben's num num's and ba-ba over onto the kitchen table and removed his bib. washing the big baby's face and chest down she removed the tray and lifted him up, swooning as his legs wrapped around her and he helped her get his head over the towel. Rubbing his back she gave it all of three firm but gentle pats before Ben let out a massive belch over her shoulder and spit up a little bit of milk. "Uh...T-Thanks Gwen." A sheepish Ben half coo'ed and then switched shoulders and nuzzled into her. "Do you want me to set you down so you can go and hide while you make potty?" She offered, clearly trying to meet him half way was working wonders. "I..I Uh..no." Ben Mewed into her shoulder, which of course muffled his voice but she got the jest of it. "You wanna use your diapers while your bride to be holds you tight and praises you for being a good girl?" Gwen asked, grinning ear to ear and holding Ben close and rubbing his lower back. "I..I dunno..Maybe..I mean..If I can't use the potty..I guess it's.." Ben Mumbled into her shoulder, She could tell he'd of rather used the bathroom, which was a touch disappointing to her but still, with him willing to go in his pampers while she held him being his second choice that meant she was making headwind. "Do you wanna keep your face in my big strong shoulder or be turned around facing away from my?" She asked, then leaned down and kissed his neck, knowing from Julie (who had dumped Ben mostly because she shipped the pair) just how much he loved having his neck kissed and nibbled on. Case and point Ben didn't even really reply, just snuggled into her harder. Taking that as a answer Gwen made her way over to a kitchen chair and took a seat, Ben's legs on either side of her lap and his arms hugging her, while one of her strong hands rubbed and patted his pampered bottom. Her other hand was rubbing and pressing on certain spots on Ben's back and it didn't take loud before her efforts were rewarded as a muffled poot came out his backside, then anther and anther and she could feel him starting to push and grunt. "That's it baby gurl, let it all out. make me a nice big present." Gwen coo'ed sweetly in his ear and follow up with giving him a gentle start of a hickey on his neck as he began to fill his pretty pink diapers. "G-Gwen! Dun! N-Not while I'm pooping!" Ben meekly whimpered, though he tilted his head in such a fashion that he was offering her a even better shot at his neck. "Heh, Somebodies gonna be a tsundere diaper sissy for me huh? That's ok. I think it's adorable." Gwen chuckled, feeling the lumps of Ben's 'present' to her fill up the back of his diapers and mentally giving thanks to whatever mage had made the spell that allowed her to only smell strawberries in cream as Ben loaded his huggies. 'Maybe if he's a good gurl at our wedding, on our honeymoon I'll cast it on him too.' Gwen thought. Food for thought later, She had a good little gurl dumping his guts in his pampers for her and whimpering for his reward and as such, she leaned down and started to gently nibble and suck away on Ben's neck, smirking as the little sissy let out a soft "I love you.." as she did so.

The end

[twocubes]

i kinda like süterlin better as a cursive tbh? feels nicer on the wrist

also somehow I can write it legibly in the dark?

[marsthebard]

A few months ago while at work we had a huge rush, I was trying to take an older man’s order but he was talking softly and everything was loud(I’m also a little hard of hearing) and I kept asking him to speak up as the store was very busy. He then said loudly, “you just read this then” and shoved a piece of paper in my face. It was chicken scratch cursive. I’m dyslexic and can’t read normal text half the time. I told him this and he responded “well you’re not going anywhere with that excuse.” I know he could have had some difficulty writing or something but he could have been a little nicer and read each item out instead of saying that to a 17 year old. Like who hurt you sir

[parzivalleknight]

OH also some advice ab making your handwriting nicer heres some things I learned 1. I emulate more of my dads handwriting style which is a constant switch and flow between print and cursive so if your parents have nice handwriting just start trying to write like them. You can even pretend you're trying to forge a letter for them for funnies 2. learn cursive its... it’s fancy and weird but overall it helps for some reason. my hand writing wouldn’t be so neat without my mom having me take it from 1st grade to 10th. As someone who’s grown though you’ll probably catch on faster to the techniques. 3. if you don’t want to learn an entire new way of writing like cursive just start practicing a few things: landing your letters and making sure you’re slanting your letters the same way. You can get leaning guides you slide behind papers to help give you a guide to use until you get muscle memory or even just print up/draw out some symmetrical slanted lines to use

[skylarsblue]

Slasher Signature Headcanons (PT.2)

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba’s...okay their handwriting is virtually unreadable. The example below is their absolute best. They also often misspell their own name, having to ask his brothers for help. He’s never needed to sign anything before! But the flowers are a nice touch.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas knows how to read & write. He just doesn’t like to, pens feel awkward in his hand. The difference between him & Bubba is that he went to school, so he actually can write. His signature is still very messy but he tries his best to keep the letters on the line as much as possible. He can’t write on pages without lines, his sentences will slant and get messy, which frustrates him. He doesn’t write often but he does journal every now & then! He misspells things a lot though.

Billy Lenz

Billy’s handwriting is erratic, just like he is. He doesn’t use capitalized letters, not for any particular reason, it just doesn’t. While it’s handwriting can sometimes be perfectly readable, his random muscle spams sometimes cause a complete mess of a letter. He doesn’t write very much anyway. 

Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson

Danny’s always had pretty good penmanship. He’s a journalist after all! His notes in school were always clean & even pleasing to the eye. He’ll never stray from a line & it’s very rare to see them misspell anything. For the sake of appearances, they change their handwriting when writing as Jed. Jed’s handwriting is curlier, more into cursive, and a bit messier. The messiness is caused by Danny being unpracticed with cursive. He honestly prefers print whenever possible.

Evan MacMillan

(Pre-Entity) Does Evan know cursive? Yes, but he hates it. Whenever they taught it in school it made his hands cramp & it always becomes virtually unreadable. His lettering sometimes has a slant from how he holds pens & he doesn’t give a shit about lines. He, however, learned to make his writing a bit nicer when he realized he sometimes couldn’t read his own directions on old blueprints. He’s also naturally heavy handed.

Philip Ojomo

(Pre Entity) Phillip’s always had a bit of flowy lettering. It hold pens delicately and it’s hand moves quickly. When asked to take away any of the curly parts of his signature, he actually struggles. Writing his name this way is basically muscle memory.

Frank Morrison

Frank’s best handwriting is bad & his normal handwriting is utter trash. His teachers could never read his notes & half the time he’d forget to write down complete words in some sentences. Because he doesn’t care! He doesn’t write things, he’d rather just speak. 

Susie

(Featuring my last name headcanon) Susie’s pen pressure is always smooth and careful. She’s an artist so she has an advantage. Sometimes she’ll try to make it prettier, add some flair, but she usually ends up hating how it looks. It’s easier to make her handwriting clean. She’s very good at bubble letters because her style is already so rounded. As for the cat? There’s no reason for it, she just thinks it’s cute.

Joey

(Featuring my last name headcanon) Joey writes in all caps for some reason, but his lettering is fairly clean. He could make it nicer if he tried. However, his letter sizing is a crime. His handwriting is super tiny! It works out when he needs to take long notes with limited page space, but it’s super hard to read if you don’t bring the page super close to your face. His handwriting is a menace to people with vision issues & dyslexia.

Julie

(Featuring my last name headcanon) Julie’s never considered her handwriting to be anything special. She only adds some flair to the J, then the rest of her letters are rather plain. She has a decent pen pressure but she grips pens/pencils like her life depends on it. She always ends up with wrist cramps because of it.

[ohlawsons]

ravenclawnerd replied to your photo: hashtag i’m trying

Your handwriting is so pretty!

thanks!! my cursive is rly just a near illegible attempt to write as quickly as humanly possible but i’ll take the compliment haha

[we-are-inevitable]

i think jack has nicer hand writing then expected, like most people would look at him and think his handwriting is really messy but it’s actually pretty nice, and it’s the opposite for davey where his is kinda bad but everyone expects it to be like a font. i also think because if this, people, including teachers assume daveys writing is jacks and vice versa and people go to jack to get him to decipher his writing but he’s like “i have no clue what this says either ask davey” and they’re always shocked

no yeah this is so based

i feel like Jack has a lot of interest in calligraphy and sign writing? it shows up a lot in his artworks; he has a lot of very graphic drawings that have words in the background or captions for speech and he has to know a ton of different styles and fonts for that, so he subconsciously kind of. adopts some of those nicer fonts and such as his handwriting. he doesn't mean to intentionally, it just happens- it's a mishmash of a shit ton of things he uses in his art.

davey, though? straight chicken scratch.

i am a firm believer that davey takes notes in class, then transfers everything into a word doc. part of the reason is because of his handwriting. i feel like it's big, and shaky, and there are loops where there shouldn't be, and it's this half-print-half-cursive monstrosity that no one can ever decipher.

the only way i can explain it is:

like i don't think this is their exact handwriting by any means (this is kind of just. mine. depending on how much effort i put in) but you can see the OBVIOUS difference

[adorerdraco]

Malfoy’s Gone Soft! ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: Draco, your boyfriend, is mean to everyone until you call him out for it.

Warnings: mentions of bullying :( and a couple profanities :0

Words: 2K 

A/N: omg i wrote this on a whim while listening to the euphoria score soundtrack in like an hour idk if its all that but i have no idea what i’m going to do next for Healing Heart so for now i’m just going to write other things for Draco until i get inspired ! & feel free to send me requests ! also thank you for 100 followers you guys are amazingggg !!!!!!!!!!! *insert pouty emojy*

The sound of arrogant and boisterous laughter filled the courtyard, the Slytherin Prince and his minions were tossing around a book bag that a helpless 2nd year Hufflepuff was chasing around every time it was thrown to another boy. One of the boys yelled a foul, “mudblood!” that made the boy tear up as he reached and jumped up for his bag that was in the air every few seconds. It was nothing new to the school, Draco and his band of bullies would bother anyone who they found as an easy target just for the fun of it.

Unfortunately for Draco, you had been passing by through one of the corridors with a group of friends when you had seen the fiasco. As much as you adored your boyfriend, you couldn’t deny the sometimes nasty persona that he had and how much it bothered you. He would always swear up and down that he would stop his antics, but you often encountered him or heard from other people of him being in the same situations that he had promised would stop. 

You marched your way over to the group, a fire in your step and your eyes fixated on Draco who was laughing like a fool. You watched as Goyle rushed to elbow Draco’s side, earning him a look until he had pointed in your direction. All joy in the blond’s face quickly drained once he saw your vexed expression heading towards him.

The book bag had dropped from his hands onto the stoned courtyard ground, the young Hufflepuff hastily grabbed it and ran off in tears back into the castle. You stomped up to Draco, noticing how he had visibly swallowed in fear at what your reaction would be.

“What happened to, ‘I swear I’ll stop being a git to everyone!’” You asked him incredulously, mocking his voice as you quoted him. 

“Malfoy said that?” Blaise chuckled as if it were a joke. Both you and Draco turned to give him a frenzied look.

“Y/N, I...” Draco trailed off, looking around at his friends who were awaiting his response with smug smiles on their faces. Then he looked towards you, a hope glittering in your eyes that he would reassure you and be the sensitive boy you knew behind closed doors and away from his every day reputation. “I...”

“So you have nothing to say for yourself?” you deadpan, a scowl making its way onto your face when you realized he wasn’t going to apologize.

“Why do you care what I do to a stupid little Hufflepuff?” He snickers. Whatever hope you had left went up in flames, he had chosen his reputation.

“Because it’s mean,” you sneered. “Why would I want to be with an arse like that?”

With that, you turned on your heel, walking out of the courtyard and back to your friends where you walked to your next class without turning back to look at the group of shocked boys.

“I think you just got dumped, mate.”

“Merlin’s sake, do you ever shut up Zabini?” Draco fumed, his heart breaking at the question and his mind running a million miles per minute. He began walking towards the entrance of the castle to head into the common room, bumping shoulders aggressively with Blaise as he did.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You weren’t sure whether or not you and the Slytherin Prince were broken up. Of course, it was the last thing you wanted but you were sick of the endless excuses and empty promises. You knew of the package deal Draco Malfoy came with when you started dating him, but there was a point when it all became too much. You were hoping in a last ditch effort, that if he genuinely really cared for you and respected your wishes, this would be the final push he needed to change.

It’s not like you were asking him to completely stop being himself. You were only asking for him to stop with the unprovoked teasing and pushing around of innocent bystanders. His friends especially, were a big reason why he continued to do it as he loved being the leader of the group and all that came with his positions as; the funniest, the most attractive and charming, the smartest, the wealthiest, the strongest. It was all just a game to him but he never saw the aftermath of his tormenting and how it could really affect someone or their day. You were like a broken record, repeating to him over and over again the same wish you had for him but he never absorbed it.

So now here you were, furiously writing your Potions essay in the library as your mind ran with thoughts of the aggravating platinum blond and nothing having to do with Calming Draught. 

“Write any harder and you’ll break your quill,” a certain timid voice said from in front of your table. You didn’t look up, already knowing it was Draco. You didn’t want to give in so easily to his intoxicating nature because the second his scared gray eyes were to meet yours, you’d melt. “Y/N, I’m sorry. For what happened in the courtyard.”

You sighed, setting down your quill and shaking your head, eyes still trained on your parchment. “It’s not just what happened in the courtyard, Draco. It’s that you do this to someone new every single day.”

“I’ve been this way all my life, I can’t just change who I am,” he argues. You finally look at him, the both of you silently seething at each other.

“That’s not an excuse!”

“Shh! Quiet down, the two of you or you will be asked to leave,” Madam Pince exclaims angrily from her desk. You turned back to Draco, hard eyes trained on him as he glared back at you with the same irritated look.

“I would just like to know why my girlfriend feels the need to suck the life out of all my fun,” he says lowly to you. Your face goes scarlet as you try to contain your wrath from being let out on the whole library, and on Draco who wouldn’t even know where to begin to handle it. But as angry as you were, it was quickly replaced with anguish and pooling tears as you thought of the main reason why you had wanted him to be nicer.

“Because your ex-girlfriend knows how it feels like to get bullied and targeted every day for no reason,” you spit sorrowfully. “I know what it’s like to live on the opposite end of what you think is fun and I promise you it’s nothing near that.”

You hurriedly grabbed all your things and rushed out of the library with tears streaming down your face as Draco only stood there feeling like the biggest most insensitive idiot and asshole in the world. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It had been a week since the incident at the library and the both of you couldn’t be any more miserable. It had gotten to the point where Draco felt ashamed and gross if he was even accidentally rude to someone, let alone on purpose. The blond boy watched you intently from his Slytherin table in the Great Hall, his friends and their conversation sounding like a distant incoherent buzzing as he focused onto your sad and defeated face and figure from afar. 

He had tried everything he could think of to get your attention, to get you to hear his apologies, but you wouldn’t give him the time of day; you refused to. You were beyond hurt. Not only because of Draco, but also because of the painful memories that had resurfaced that you spent so long trying to get over. It was all just a mess and Draco regretted everything he had said to you and everything he didn’t do for you.

“Just give it a rest, Draco,” Pansy sighs exasperated at the boy’s longing stares. “She broke up with you, stop pouting about it and move on.”

“Shut up, Pansy,” Draco sneers. “Mind your business why don’t you.”

“I’m just saying, if I was her, I would never do or say anything to ruin our relationship,” she shrugs, peering up at the frowning Slytherin through her eyelashes.

“You’re not her though, are you?” Draco snarks, his eyes squinting at her as he shoots the mean remark her way. All the surrounding boys give an “oooh” at the interaction, cackling as they watch Pansy go red in the face before abruptly standing up and leaving the table in a rush. 

Draco did the same and removed himself from the table to dart out of the Great Hall and towards an empty corridor near the courtyard where he liked to hide on an large windowsill. He had enough of his despair and enough of sitting around and doing nothing to win you back, so he got to work on something that would be his last and this time big gesture, to get you to listen.

A few hours had gone by, it was sunny and there was a nice breeze that was perfect for Draco’s plan on winning you back. He especially knew that when the weather was like this, you enjoyed sitting on a bench in the courtyard, the sun caressing your face with warmth as you read a book. 

He walked out of the corridor and towards the courtyard, and just like he knew, he spotted you sitting at your favorite bench angled towards the sun and deeply entranced in whatever book was in your lap. He took a deep breath before nearing you, stopping a few feet away to where you didn’t notice his presence just yet. His hand reached into the pocket of his robes, picking out the small and large variety of origami birds notes he had written and charmed to fly over to you and around you in a pretty and gentle circle. A bouquet of red and y/h colored flowers had appeared in his hands behind his back, all he was waiting for was for you to accept him.

You looked up from your book, eyeing all the paper birds that were fluttering around you and across the way was a frantic looking Draco with his hands hiding something behind his back. You let out a deep exhale, reaching out to grab one of the birds and unfolding the note to read his perfect cursive.

I’m sorry.

Then you grabbed another.

Please forgive me.

Then another.

You are everything to me.

And another.

I promise to change my habits.

And then the final one, the biggest bird of the bunch.

I should have listened to you from the beginning and I’m sorry I haven’t been more sympathetic. I’m also sorry that you had to go through that in your past. You are so beautiful and strong and deserve everything good in this world.

You placed your book to the side and stood up, opening your arms in a hug for Draco before he bolted towards you and enveloped you into his arms with a sigh of relief.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he apologizes again into your hair as he nuzzled into you. He pulled back, handing you the large bouquet of flowers that made you blush as red as the roses that were mixed into the assortment. “I can’t promise you I’ll be perfect, but I swear on everything I love, I’ll try.”

“You don’t have to be perfect, Dray,” you chortle. “All I’m asking is for you not to be such a terrorizing little git.”

“Done,” he grins, throwing himself into your arms again as you giggled and ran your hands through his hair.

The two of you plop onto the bench below you, Draco peppering kisses all over your face in glee and gratefulness that you gave him another chance to prove himself. He didn’t even dare remove himself from you when he saw his friends strolling by, snickering and pointing to the nearly snogging couple.

“Malfoy’s gone soft!” Blaise yells across the yard, the rest of the boys laughing in response as usual like the mindless bozo’s that they were. Draco rolled his eyes, throwing them the middle finger before nuzzling himself back into your embrace.

[written-from-2d-to-you]

Early Morning Letter

A letter has slipped under your door! 🌹 It’s from Ray!

Waking up in your princess-esque room, you notice a pastel pink paper slipped from under your door. The handwriting is in elegant cursive, almost making it hard to read. Though from the signature alone you could tell who it was from. The scent of flowers also helped with your conclusion.

Darling Rose,

Is the room I made for you comfortable? If there’s anything else you want. I’ll try my best to get it for you. So, just… Please don’t leave me.

I hope writing to you is nicer than sending you a text message all the time. The only time I have too spare is late at night. So, sometimes I worry my messages could wake you up. How I wish I could hear your voice instead of just reading what you sent me.

If I get a portable charger. Then maybe we can stay on the phone with each other all night! Just thinking about it is making me feel flushed. Though I doubt Saviour would approve. Ahh… It was a fool's dream after all. Even if I just wish to speak with you. There are always others I need to contact instead.

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If I may be so selfish, can I ask you a favour? If you ever have the time, can you call me and cheer me on? You don’t have to. I just think it would be nice to hear you from time to time.

Love, Ray