#and a ginger madman

[thisblogdoesnotexisg]

i love it when there’s just a spontaneous wednesday addams post in the nevermoor tag, like friend you got a bit lost but you can stay until you find your way back

[newbie-whovian]

I NEED TO REQUEST A TIMELORD! READER X 10TH DOCTOR!!!

I feel like there’s just not enough on the app.

could be just like cute adventures, two time lords chatting, idk you decide <3

(so sorry for the wait! This was super fun to write, thanks so much for the ask 👌)

A Madman In A Box

Rating: G

Pairing(s): 10th Doctor & Time Lord!Reader

Tags/TW: Time Lord reader, reader is gender neutral

The Doctor was unlike any Time Lord you'd ever met.

For one, he seemed to have no idea what he was doing at any given moment. He leapt headfirst into danger, and almost seemed to relish in leaving an impact. The two of you had travelled to hundreds of different star systems, and it seemed to be his mission to leave each place a little better off than when you'd arrived.

It was baffling, but as you spent more time travelling space and time in his antiquated Type 40 TARDIS, you began to realize that this lifestyle fit you more than a life on Gallifrey ever would.

Today, the Doctor was taking a bit of a break. Instead of scouting for a new adventure to insert himself into, he was camped out in the console room, lying on his back and taking apart... Something.

"What are you doing?" you asked, sitting in one of the jump seats. You tended to hover whenever the Doctor began... Tinkering - once he'd tried to correct the chameleon circuit and nearly ejected the entire console room into space.

He sat up, promptly knocking his head against the bottom of the console. "General maintenance," he muttered as he rubbed the forming knot on his forehead, "Have to make sure the old girl is in tip top shape."

You smothered a snort. "I think the 'old girl' was out of commission before either of us were even born," you said, and he answered you with a huff.

"It's not like they had the newest model just sitting empty in a museum," he said. The TARDIS gave an indignant hum and he patted the central column, saying, "Besides, she's the best machine I've ever operated."

You raised your eyebrows and nodded, crossing one leg over the other and reclining in your chair.

After a moment, you asked, "Why did you do it? I mean, you hardly passed your exams, whatever made you think to go off on your own?"

He paused. "I just hated being there. My first face had never liked being cooped up on that dust ball-"

"Your first face?" you interrupted, "I never heard that bit. You left before you had even regenerated, even once?"

He nodded, saying, "I don't know what it was back then, maybe I was going stir-crazy, maybe I saw the writing on the wall and decided to try and avoid it on my own, I don't know. But I left, and I'm better off for it."

A question arose in your mind and you quickly shoved it back down. The Time War was a topic that - the two of you had agreed - was best left alone, and you respected that. It was an open wound in the universe, and you'd never seen it more plainly than in your best friend.

"What do you have in mind for the next trip?" you asked, and his face lit up.

He stood up from the floor and tugged one of the view screens over to where you could see, flipping a switch and displaying a star chart. "So, you know the forest of Pitinia?"

"The bird sanctuary?"

"Yes. Well, in the next system over, the same people have built the biggest aquarium in the universe."

You sat up in your chair, a smile dancing across your face. "Have you got ginger beer somewhere?"

He met your gaze with a wide smile. "You read my mind."

[that-bwitch]

hey i hope i’m not disturbing you but is a wondering if you could do a fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader (fem) where it’s an already established but fred and the reader have been friends since the beginning and the reader is a prefect and helps to get fred out of trouble and after one such occasion fred is like i love you and it’s just like fluff

if not that’s ok

not disturbing at all, tysm for your request <3 as a ravenclaw, I appreciate the thought! was giggling and kicking my feet while writing this, so I hope you enjoy! I took that you meant an established relationship, if not, feel free to correct me.

warning: ravenclaw!reader, lots of fluff

wc: 700+

“I assure you, Professor, that Mr. Weasley had just overstayed his welcome in the library. Nothing more.”

You stood in front of Professor McGonagall, your composure well-kept, but your heart secretly beating at light’s speed. Your face didn’t show any emotions, but on the inside you were fuming; you could swear your current body temperature wasn’t healthy for a human. The ginger behind you let out a chuckle and you offered Merlin another prayer, begging that Fred wouldn’t blurt out something outrageous and ruin your lie, created in haste and therefore, fragile.

“I wasn’t aware you had such a zeal for knowledge, Mr. Weasley,” McGonagall addressed Fred, raising her eyebrow. He shrugged with a smirk on his face.

“What can I say, Professor, I am quite unpredictable!”

You rolled your eyes. McGonagall didn’t seem to take his words at face value, but she was likely tired of his antics and, after all, he was with you, a prefect, an exemplary Ravenclaw student. She trusted you, which made you feel bad every time you openly abused that trust to get your madman of a boyfriend and his brother out of trouble.

You heard McGonagall call your last name and straightened your back.

“Your responsibility. Please, escort Mr. Weasley to the dormitories and remind him not to overwork himself.”

The professor shot Fred a warning look and strode away, her steps loudly bouncing off the walls of the empty corridor. You breathed out a sigh of relief and motioned him to follow you.

“That – that was brilliant, hun!”

Fred caught up to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, placing a kiss on your temple. You scoffed, but a smile graced your lips nonetheless.

“Mr. Weasley, you annoy me to no end,” you said, giving him a frown, which apparently appeared comical, as the boy just chuckled and continued sprinkling your face with small kisses, from your cheek to your forehead and back again. “Now stop that, we have to go!”

In a matter of seconds you were sat on the nearest windowsill, Fred’s arms locking you in place without a way to escape. He always did that, his athleticism be damned, picking you up and carrying you wherever his heart desired.

“Love, what are you doing?” you whispered as he continued to pester your flushed face with his lips. “McGonagall is right round the corner!”

“Helping my little prefect loosen up a bit.”

You sighed and cupped Fred’s face with your hands, moving it away ever so slightly, so that you could see his eyes. A usual hint of mischief glimmered in his gaze, and you were on the brink of surrendering at his mercy and giving him a proper snog. But your luck had been tested enough that evening.

“Babe, can you promise me something?” you asked, your eyes fixed on him with hope.

“What is it, hun?”

“Can you stop doing this? I mean, sneaking out at night. At least when I’m on patrol duty.” You sighed, tweaking your expression to display your best puppy eyes that Fred could never resist. “I’m surprised Georgie isn’t with you!”

“Brother mine didn’t have any fun in his bones tonight,” Fred scoffed. “Hun, you know how I am. You can ignore me, I’ll serve detention, nothing new.”

“But I can’t! I don’t want you to get in trouble,” you admitted, scanning his face for any traces of sympathy for you.

“Baby, I am trouble.”

You grinned as Fred pulled you closer to him and pecked your nose. He emitted homely warmth and you felt safe, even though it was far from the truth – any professor could sneak up on you at any point, hell, even a fellow prefect, who wouldn’t be so kind to two students virtually snogging in the corridors way past curfew.

“I love you, my little prefect,” Fred muttered against your lips, your noses so squished together that you could barely breathe.

“I love you too,” you replied, brushing his cheek with your thumb.

Your lips blended in one as you kissed under the moonlight softly enveloping your silhouettes through the colourful stained glass window. Fred wrapped his arms fully around you, one on the back of your head and the other safely belted around your waist. A sleeve of Fred’s oversized cardigan served as a cushion, keeping your nape from freezing against the chilly glass, adorned with the first November frost.

“So… you promise?”

“Give me your schedule, hun. Can’t get my prefect in more trouble, can I?”

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[allisamemory]

On the Other Side of the Screen (Part 2)

As someone who is a part of three siblings, he felt it’s mandatory to get all of the Fontaine siblings and get them to max level (now crowned, though. Those are for the best of the bests). Only one siblings remained to be brought home.

A.K.A in which an avid player of a certain gacha game contemplates about a “family” that’s on his mind.

(Written before 4.1 hits)

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He sat in front of his laptop as he stare at the clock.

3… 2… 1.

18:00

In an instant, he immediately open the wishing screen, and lo and behold, Childe is there. Due to his own insistence to be true to the story, he had rid Childe of his artifacts and bow and gave it to Ganyu temporarily. As for his artifacts, he’ll give it to Neuvillette until his artifact luck granted him a good set.

Of course, Childe isn’t happy with this. The Harbinger have been trying to get his attention - how his icon has an exclamation mark, even though there’s no star of the Monoceros Caeli in his inventory that’s inactive.

Choosing to ignore the ginger, he went to Zhongli’s banner, and pull. 63 pulls saved, but he can only do a ten-pull three times until he reached gold.

The purple shooting star streak the sky, and after a few blue stars…

There he is. With his little hat, coat, holding The Bell for some reason even if doesn’t fit his gameplay, and the cute robot penguin…

“Welcome home, Freminet.”

The boy looked around nervously as he opens his character screen and prepare to lose about 80% of his current mora.

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“Alright, you two.” He said as he placed Freminet between the magician twins in his teapot. “Starting from today, you three will be in charge of commissions in Fontaine until you three graduated (reached friendship level 10). I already gave Fremmie some directions.” He ended as he waved his cursor on Freminet’s head as a means to headpat him.

“Commissions…?”

“Yeah. You know, go around beating monsters or rogue mechas, testing Antoine’s blimp, and diving underwater- in which that will be Fremmie’s job.”

The three siblings looked at each other as if they were talking to a madman.

“What?”

“That’s it?”

“I mean, yeah. You might have to talk to someone once in a while, but don’t worry. The Traveler will take over if that were to happen. Also, I’ll have one person each day to guide you around so you’ll have a full complete team.” He swirl his cursor as if waving his hand. “Any question?”

“… Activating discussion mode.” Lynette looked up to the screen and calls his name.

“Yeah?”

“Do they know that we are…”

“Oh, don’t worry. They don’t.”

Lyney raised his hand. “But you say that you have two harbingers in your group.”

He nods. “One of them is Tartaglia, but he’s behind bars, so you know. The other one, I can’t disclose. I kept a promise with them to not disclose their identity. No, it’s not Arlecchino. I don’t even know if she’s playable.”

“I see.” Lynette simply says, summoning a cup of tea to her hands.

“… Are you worried that she might…”

All three of them went tense.

“Ah, I guess it’s not surprising that you feel that way. Considering the fate of Signora.” He fell silent for a bit. “And to be fair, I don’t know if I’ll pull for her if she is playable. It comes down to whenever I have enough Fates to call her.”

He’s currently saving for Neuvillette. If the theory of him as the Hydro Dragon is true, then someone like him will be perfect to bring along should Celestia is available. But he’s also an Archon Collector, so Furina is a must…

Wait, why is he even thinking about this.

“We’ll see.”

Whatever happens, happens. This is a motto that solve him a bunch of trouble in his rather troubled and messed up life…

“Besides… Are you guys even happy with how she is?”

That question earns him a confused look from the three.

“… It’s nothing.”

It’s weird, really. He was so used to seeing Lyney being cheerful and being all flashy in the battlefield. Lynette is as calm as ever, but he can feel some sort of tension in the way her tail swish around.

Freminet is doing his scuba helmet idle mode that he swore stays longer than usual.

Of course, they don’t trust him. Who would trust someone who pulled you out of nowhere, claims that the Traveler is his avatar of some sort and told you to do these jobs? They’re not even part of the Adventurer’s Guild.

But they still do it anyway? Is it because they want to trust him? Or is this an effect of being someone from the upper layers of reality?

… He’s thinking about this way too much. “… Alright! Here’s the commission. Let’s see… Where’s that randomizer…”

After doing a bit of a randomizer game, today’s guide will be Fischl, who has her full honor of guiding the newbies to their new side-jobs.

“Follow me, magicians and diver! Our duty in this world does not wait!” They then exited the teapot, a little bit confused, but determined.

He sighed. As he controlled the siblings in battle against a bunch of treasure hoarders, that ninja - Chitose‘s words come to mind.

“Several years ago, a serious clash appears to have occured between the Knave and a certain child at the House of Hearth - this leads to the latter replacing the former. This previous Knave - ‘Teacher’ appears to be using the current Knave’s name to keep a hold of his suboordinates as they act across various nations - his goal at present affiliation, however, are unclear.”

He took a sip of his tea and open his phone while his current team took a small break. He stared at the re-introductions of the three siblings, complete with Fatui background, and read the lines said by Arlecchino as uneasiness growing on his stomach.

Who is she, really? What happened between her and this ‘Teacher’ guy? What did she do about this situation? And, what trouble is she trying to brew in Fontaine?

Is she really trying to stop the Prophecy? Whatever he tried to do, be it reading Lyney’s character story or looking at cute fanarts of her, it still doesn’t clear his mind of his distrust.

“The Knave… Can you really be trusted?”

He shakes his head. As he heard Fischl calling out to him, saying that their break is over, he put his tea on the side and continue “playing”.

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(Note: this was written before the 4.1 trailer drops and around the time the Fontaine siblings are reintroduced as Fatui, which is why the Player didn’t mention anything about the trailer.)

[definesanity]

Reforge Thy Fate.

(Or, a montage of Darling with the Harbingers in the Fatui!AU.)

Taglist: @barbatoskisser, @gunterdon, @nicebonescomrades, and @chocoenvy.

The Nine of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers: Pantalone, The Regrator.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Why yes, you were bored out of your mind, how could one tell?

You had nothing against Pantalone. Although, if you had known he was this quiet when reading through profits, you would have left him to it as to not distract him.

With a sigh, however, he placed the book aside. "Ah, finally. I do hope you weren't too bored, Your Grace?"

"Don't worry, I wasn't." sitting up from your seat, you couldn't help but have a thought strike you. "...Say, I have a riddle for you."

"A riddle?" Pantalone's smile grew at that. "Well, do not keep me waiting, if you'll so please."

"What weighs more: a kilogram of steel, or a kilogram of feathers?"

The Ninth Harbinger's mouth opened before immediately closing again.

"Neither. They're both a kilogram."

You breathed a sigh of relief at that. "You'd be amazed the amount of people who would be tricked by that."

"Well, many don't think on them both be a kilogram, so they'd naturally go for metal, which is typically the heavier one."

You nodded. "Can't fault them there. Not many people look at the finer details. Minus you. If I gave you a thirty page long paper of terms and conditions, you'd read them all."

"Heh. I'm flattered you think of me the way I like to be; a banker. And, while my patience would dwindle... yes, I'd read the full pages."

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The Eleven of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers: Ajax, Tartaglia, Childe.

"Morning, Your Grace! Mind if I take a moment to ask you something?"

"Childe." you nodded at the ginger-headed bastard. "Something the matter?"

"No, not at the moment; I just wanted to ask a... personal, question."

You knew where this was going. "Zhongli?"

"Zhongli." he replied, his voice not betraying his anger. "Out of curiosity... did he hurt you?"

"No; I had a few close meetings with his spear, but the only thing I had in the end was some mental trauma."

"So, yeah." You concluded. "No need to worry."

Childe shook his head at your nonchalance. "Your Grace, with all due respect... you may not remember it, but when I was little, and fell into The Abyss... it was you who helped me."

"What of Skirk?"

"My Master... I'll admit, she helped me. But only physically, helping me train myself and my body to withstand the darkness. But you, who's light shines even in the deepest part of that same darkness?

"That was what guided my mind. So please, try and have more faith in your followers. If not for I, then at least for the others?"

...After a moment, you sighed. "I will try my best."

"Thank you, Your Grace. Now, onto other business..."

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The Second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers: Zandik, Il Dottore, The Doctor.

You still have muscle memory from all your experiments in Triple Science. So, watching Zandik, or Dottore Primus, work was really bringing back those times.

"We didn't have Alchemy, back in my world," you commented offhand, reading one of the few books you had brought with you; a book on Ancient Greece.

And odd choice, but The Doctor was an odder person.

"Truly?" he sounded mildly surprised. "How odd. Erstwhile, it must be strange to return to a world with Alchemy, yes?"

"It is... say, are you mad about the whole ordeal with Buer?"

"I am... indifferent. They were helpful, yes, but in retrospect, it was just I wanting to relive my previous years. In addition, I am the Second in strength, not in numbers."

"...Well," you said. "I suppose you have a point."

"I may be mad to others, but truly; with the things I've done... could a madman have done those?"

'No,' you think. 'Because even then, they had some sort of humility to them.'

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The Cryo Archon, The Goddess of Love, The Tsaritsa.

The Tsaritsa, while cold, was like snow and ice; on the outside was a frigid, slippy ice that pushes others away. On the inside, she was like snow that, while also cold, was much softer. Like now, for example.

The light of day slipped through the curtains, and though you wanted to move, a large arm kept you in place.

"My love," you whispered. "We can't stay here all day."

No reply.

"I know you're up, my love."

"...Nngh..." The Tsaritsa groaned. "...You truly cannot spare another moment?"

"A moment usually means an hour. But, unfortunately..." you sighed, snuggling closer. "You're too warm."

"Then rest, My Grace." tilting your head up to gaze at the towering God, she smiled down at you. "You, of all people, deserve it the most."

[serialadoptersbracket]

Round 2, Match 52: Jupiter North vs. Keishin Ukai

Submitted kids:

Jupiter North: Jack, Morrigan, Martha, Charlie, Hawthorne, Cadence, the rest of unit 919 eventually

Keishin Ukai: Shouyou Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kei Tsukishima, Hitoka Yachi, Chikara Ennoshita, Kazuhito Narita, Hisashi Kinoshita, Yuu Nishinoya, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, Asahi Azumane, Koushi Sugawara, Kiyoko Shimizu, Daichi Sawamura

Propaganda under the cut!

Jupiter North:

1. “This man is a true collector! He has never once seen something and said no. Jobs? He's got at least 50 and counting. The wildest outfits you've ever seen? He'll buy them in a heartbeat. Wacky ideas? He's never heard of a bad one. Things In Jars? He has a whole room for them, of course. Children? He adopted his nephew and is probably halfway through the papers for Morrigan. I'd bet that he's eyeing the rest of the Hotel, too.”

2. “he’s so!!!! ok so the main character of the series is morrigan, and her blood family sucks ass. they hate her guts and also she has no friends. she is very lonely and believes that she will be lonely until she dies at a young age. until jupiter comes along!!! he’s really the first person to tell her that she’s worth something and that cares about her. and usually he doesn’t patron people (sponsor their education and mentor them) but he’s her patron <3”

3. “He loves his kids so much. He broke the law many, many times and nearly got arrested quite a few times for the happiness and safety of his children”

4. “He’s a gay ginger madman with a rainbow flag for a wardrobe and the ability to see anything you’re feeling. What more do you need?”

Keishin Ukai:

“One day ur a lonely 20-something working at the local corner store, the next ur a single dad and rookie coach to 14 wayward teenagers.”

[diabolik-boys]

late to the party but blogs I appreciate! :') (and general thanks)

I got tagged in the post going around (a few weeks ago sorry about that) about blogs that others appreciate and I kind of wanted to make my own post about it because I'm going to elaborate on blogs I enjoy (and it would become a very big blog post and I'd feel a little guilty adding onto post directly and making it super long with my ramblings of a madman)

Regardless, I got tagged by @hanakohanabe here, and @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat (@theshiningidols-koukuron) here. Thank you so much you two :') I get really emotional thinking about it, and it means a lot to me.

For my friends:

@renamami My shining gem, you've stuck with me throughout some of my hardest moments, and I appreciate knowing that every day, I can wake up and send you a message or see a message from you, and we spend most of our days together. You're an essential part of my day to make it feel normal, and I appreciate you more than my words can express. I love you dearly, and want to see you smile. I know you can fight through any hardship that comes your way, even if life feels like it wants to take you on another difficult journey. You ground me and help keep me here day by day. You'll never stop making me proud to be your friend. I love you, and thank you for being my best friend throughout everything. I'm proud of you always.

@mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat (@theshiningidols-koukuron) Kuron, you've been such a wonderful friend to me all throughout my time of operating my blog. I appreciate all of the support you have given me, and for simply messaging me whenever I needed a friend to talk to and some support. You run an amazing blog. I find myself often just reading through it time after time thinking of how Kuron fits into the world of Dialovers so perfectly. I consider him a canon Mukami brother. The effort and hard work you have put into your blog shines through effortlessly. And I'm always going to admire you. You're a wonderful person, and a dear friend. Thank you.

@mukami-kou-dazzlingpinkidol Kou! Right along with Kuron, you extended your friendship and support for me at a time I needed it the most. Thank you so much for your kindness and for the support for me. I have always cherished any conversations I had with you or Kuron, and it has meant the world to me.

@hanakohanabe Hime, you've stepped into my life whenever I least expected it, and I really appreciate everything you've done for me. You've listened to me some days when I needed it the most, and your friendship has been really appreciated. Thank you for your love and support for me. I hope to continue spending time with you and having a lot of fun together! You're a wonderful person, and I admire your dedication to your blogs! You're a precious friend, and I appreciate you very much.

@ruki--mukami/@goldazu Jas! It's so good to hear from you anytime we get to message, and I have long admired you and your dedication to Ruki and how amazingly you portray him. I am so thankful for everything you've done for me, and you have been such a kind friend to me for a long time. Thank you for taking time to listen to me whenever I needed it most, and for your friendship. I hope you are doing well, and please be sure take care of yourself! Breaks are important, and I'm really proud of you!

@amistyshadow Misty, I appreciate you sending me messages just to check in on me, and I've really grown to appreciate your kindness and company. Thank you so much for lending an ear when needed, and for your support for me as your friend. You've been really kind and have extended yourself to me whenever I needed someone to talk to, and that has always been so kind of you. Thank you.

@briyettaspring Ginger, thank you so much for your friendship and for spending time with me. I've had a lot of fun talking with you, and I have really appreciate you listening to me whenever I needed it and for being my friend. Thank you for being so kind to me, and I hope we continue to grow closer!

For blogs I've interacted with a little (thank you so much!) and hope I get to know more: @eyelessdoll-y, @bobateasilverpearl, @mermaid--bride/@cutelih, @lavander-aavaros, @ajumierose, @diabolikpersonals, @sumire-bride, @kirua9, @bluebird-dolly-bride/@dryams03, @iricathel, @kindan-no-kanojo, @thatonefrenchwitch

I appreciate all your blogs and I admire what you do.

I admire a lot of blogs on here, but I hope I can get to know you all more. I also want to shout out @the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers/@fruit-of-infidelity, @bluebird-dolly-bride/@dryams03, @iricathel, @kindan-no-kanojo, @mino-diabolik as I really like all of your OC blogs and have checked every once in a while to read up on their interactions. Thank you for keeping this community interesting!

Also @diabolikpersonals, I admire you very much. Thank you for all you do.

I am pretty shy, but I would love to connect with more people and make more friends. If you ever feel lonely, feel free to send me a message or an ask.

I'm really busy a lot of the time nowadays, but I will do my best to keep on posting on weekends only.

Thank you all to my followers as well. You keep me going. :')

As always, much love. - Admin Azusa

[ceironwrites]

The moment Childe started to feel something for you, you would be sparring with him.

Childe had found it. An opening on your side. It was his time to strike.

With one foot he lunged himself forward to point his weapon at you— he drew closer and closer. When suddenly, he flinched.

He maneuvered his body to evade yours, stopping just beside you.

You took this as an opportunity to point your own sword at his neck, smirking in victory. "What was that, Childe, got distracted?" You playfully teased the wide-eyed ginger staring down at you.

"I'll let you win this time, Comrade." Childe mimics your smirk. He's not giving you the satisfaction of being praised for defeating him.

"I'm honored." You said sarcastically as you sheathed your sword. Childe saw you roll your eyes dramatically, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

The moment Childe started to love you, he hesitated to deal the final blow during your daily sparring session.

When his weapon suddenly slips from his hand, he catches it by the blade, injuring him. A mistake he has only ever made when he was a kid. He would laugh it off, and you'd be looking like him like he was a maniac for laughing with a bleeding hand.

He felt himself grow weaker with every day he spent with you. What was causing it? Childe just couldn't wrap his head around it.

Childe had decided one day, to find someone else to spar with. It's when he pushes his opponent to the ground that he realizes that the problem was never with his strength, it was with you.

For Childe, sparring with you just felt different. It felt strange. It was more exhilarating than when he sparred with others. But what about you made it so different? Was it the way that you hummed when you come out victorious in a sparring session with Childe? Or the way your hair falls gently to your face when you point your sword at him from above? Was it how your eyes sparkled in excitement when you see an opening for you to strike him?

'Oh damn.' Then it all clicked inside Childe's mind. No, nothing was wrong with you at all. Something had changed, and it wasn't you or him becoming weaker. It was his heart that had started beating for something other than the heat of battle.

It had started beating for you.

The moment Childe realized he loved you, he laughed like a madman— with ears tinged pink.

it's this madman's birthday! happy birthday childe!! even if u never crit and I've benched u I still love you bye!

oh and btw! requests are open~ you can leave it anonymous in the asks <33 thanks babies ~

bonus art without the watermark found here! -> @ceirondraws

[applepies-and-starlight]

Was Ishmael always your favorite from day one, or did Canto 5 swing things in her direction?

So, she wasn't like, my favorite favorite day 1, but I did have a higher opinion of her compared to the rest of the cast (barring Ryoshu and Sinclair as food name oomf was making propaganda about them like a madman), her initial demeanor also gained her extra points because I generally gravitate towards characters that Actually Respect The MC/PC i won't say no to unhinged characters can we at least pretend to be civil during work hours and not treat me like a dog? It makes me sad :(

And then Canto V dropped.

Normally, this wouldn't be. That Big of a deal, if it was in literally any other position I'd just go "oh cool, so that's what happened" and moved on.

Problem: there was probably at least 20 different sleeper agents in my brain. And all of them involved Azur Lane

(Context for confused LCB moots: Azur Lane is Arknights' weirder, hornier cousin set somewhere in a WW2-adjacent period where all of your units are warships given human form known as Shipgirls (official term: KAN-SEN) and you fight against a robotic menace known as the Sirens)

(Editing Apple: putting this under cut because... oh lird. It's long.)

I had this like, entire ramble I wanted to go off on but at some point I didn't know where to take it lmao, but the basic idea is the following:

I got into Azur Lane last year because of spite and (eldritch-ish) pirates (Hello Royal Fortune!)

Got dragged into lore rabbit hole

Got convinced to read eldritch apocalypse fanfiction of Azur Lane (Whispers of Saturn)

Loved the fanfic a lot, started making Pirate shipgirl ocs based off the fic's concept (eldritch creachurr)

First iteration of Whaleship Essex created; whale-like mermaid-siren figure who has albinism and is a little Too trigger happy with whale murder

Made her look like Ishmael LCB because haha funny reference

Devs went fuckshit crazy with the anniversary event; Marco Polo was raining the wrath of God (who, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, was a false god), the god in question was fucking up the world with a weird white membrane (which, now that I think about it, kinda acted like pallidification), the french were getting back together, everything is great

I try to add the false god(s) into the lore timeline of my Azur Lane shit, cue updates happening to Whaleship Essex where she's the only survivor of her group and knows that someone else also survived but blames them for not being able to Do Something about it

New Pirate event happens

Devs stole 2 of my OCs and made them canon (hi, Hind; hi, Galley) and they also happen to be close to Whaleship Essex while they were my OCs

I work around what the Devs have given me and decide that they're in a state of kinda died-but-not-really (long story)

(Note that I came up with all this oc stuff around like. November or something.)

Overall my hype for The Sea™ and eldritch horrors have reached an all time high

Canto V releases; I learn about it while trying to make a Limbus AU for Murder Drones

I decide to check it out because. Water.

Doomed sailor yuri

"Holy fucking shit did I just predict Canto V with my OC that's completely unrelated in every way except for the fact that she looks A Lot like Ishmael???? What?????"

Present time; I have been stuck in the Limbus hole ever since (and apparently my brain has delusionally stuck itself onto our favorite ginger sailor so uh. hi fellow ishmael irls!)

Sooooo... yeah

Basically we wouldn't be here if the stars didn't align at Halloween 2022 and Manjuu + Yostar gave the AL fans someone who isn't a pirate

[spacely0]

HORROR MOVIE RECS

♦ top tier ★ all-time fave

slashers: ♦intruder friday the 13th part 2 sleepaway camp 2 stage fright scream ★♦cold prey (Fritt velt) 1 & 2 texas chainsaw massacre 1 & 2 wrong turn halloween 1 & 2 & H2O A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 Dream Warriors 1987 Child's Play 1 & ♦2 ★♦Curse of Chucky Phantom of the paradise Popcorn 1991 Club Dread My Bloody Valentine 1981 ★♦Society 1989 ♦Psychopath AKA Der Poppen Murders The Funhouse 1981 Peeping Tom happy brithday to me 1981 black christmas ★♦Sceance Maniac (the one with elijah wood) hell fest ♦Just before dawn 1981 Maniac Cop

scifi horror: The Curse of Frankenstein 1957 ♦The Revenge of Frankenstein 1958 ★♦Bride of Frankenstein 1935 ★♦the stuff ★♦the fly 1958 ★♦invasion of the body snatchers 1978 ★♦the thing ♦the faculty ★♦from beyond ★♦re-animator 2 ★♦prince of darkness 1987 Quatermass and the Pit 1967 ♦Pandorum Dr jekyll and sister hyde ★♦the brood ★♦its alive 1974 & it lives again 1978 killer klowns from outer space 1988 Quaatermass and the Pit 1967

hauntings/curses: ★♦burnt offerings 1976 haunting in connecticuit conjuring 1 & 2 insidious 1 & 2 & 3 & 5 ★♦ evil dead 1 & 2 & 2013 final destination 1 & 2 & 5 house (hausu) 1977 Kairo (pulse) 2001 the grudge (japanese & american) ♦ dark water Night of the Demon 1957 ♦The changeling 1980 ★♦The Hole in the Ground 2019 Whispering Corridors

folk horror: midsomar ♦ Viy 1967 ♦ impetigore 2019 ★♦ the wickerman 1973 Burn Witch Burn the medium

catholic horror: ♦ The Devil Rides Out 1968 ★♦ the sentinel 1977 nun II ♦ exorcist III

weirdos: ♦basket case 1 & 2 ♦it follows A dark song ★♦The Perfection The Empty Man ★♦The Skull 1965 Beyond the Black Rainbow dead ringers i, madman 1989 messiah of evil 1973 ★♦The People under the Stairs 1991 ★♦The Reflecting Skin 1990 ★♦Carnival of Souls

zombies: ★♦the video dead dawn of the dead 1978 & 2004 dead and buried i walked with a zombie ♦plague of the zombies The Serpent and the Rainbow

monsters: ★♦Sweetheart 2019 The Gate 1987 The invisible Man 1933 ♦Wishmaster 1997 Warlock ♦the mummy's shroud 1967

vampires: Shadow of the Vampire 2000 ★♦ Martin ★♦Captain Kronos -vampire hunter The Brides of Dracula 1960 ★♦the night stalker & the night strangler salems lot 1 & 2 ★♦son of dracula 1943 subspecies 1 & 2 & 4 from dusk til dawn Vampire Hunter D 1985

werewolves: the howling 1981 ginger snaps the beast must die!

death traps: ★♦The Pit and the Pendulum 1961 saw escape room ★♦Theatre of Blood 1973 The Abominable Dr. Phibes 1971 haunt

found footage: ♦Host 2020 Unfriended 1 & 2 Cloverfield Final Prayer Gonjiam: haunted asylum grave encounters hellhouse LLC ★♦Willow Creek ★♦noroi the curse occult ★♦ghostwatch ♦V/H/S 1 & 2 & viral

★♦ ALL the Amicus horror anthologies are worth watching

[nyxnightshade1332]

Expectations When Expecting (Book 1)

Prologue, Chapter 20

Chapter 1:

When Yuu opened her eyes, she was no longer in the old, barely-livable room of the Ramshackle dorm, but within the walls of what appeared to be a maze of rose bushes. Her eyebrows furrowed at the oddly familiar scene that began to play out before her.

Three cards, seemingly distressed, danced and darted around, paintbrushes dripping red as they hurriedly painted the bushes.

"Hurry up and paint those roses red!" The cried, sloppily splatter paint onto the pristine white roses of a beautiful bush. "Slather them quickly as aforesaid!"

How strange... Why are they painting the roses red? Yuu thought to herself.

"Hurry! Hurry! There are still roses left to paint!" The Ace of Clubs called out to the other two.

Yuu noticed a sweet-looking young girl clad in blue and white arrive through the shrubbery, walking up to one of the cards.

"Excuse me? Why are you painting these white roses red?" She asked innocently.

The cards, seemingly confused by this question, paused.

"Why, you ask?" The Two responded. "It's quite simple. We planted the wrong color, you see"

"The Queen likes her roses red." The Ace continued. "If they're white, we'll lose our heads!"

The young girl's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Goodness!" She exclaimed incredulously.

"This is why we're painting the roses red!" The Three of Clubs concluded.

Yuu heard the far away response of the young girl as she picked up a brush, stating that she would help the cards.

The Young woman felt dread filling her heart, and she suddenly felt dizzy, noting the darkening edges of her vision.

"Don't do it, Alice..." She felt herself say, unsure of why, or how she seemed to know the young girl's name.

Yuu closed her eyes before she woke up with a strangled gasp, rushing toward the window to let some air in. The nausea was manageable enough, however, she'd figured that the cool night air would allow her stomach to settle some. Shakily, she'd managed to reach the window, successfully managing to unlock it before she heard the pounding on her door insistent on being let in.

Her mood rapidly shifted from strangely unnerved to purely angry. Yuu shoved open the window (with a surprising burst of strength) and began to yell.

"WHO THE EVERLOVING FU-" She froze for a moment as she recognized the ginger hair of the idiot on her doorstep. She took a deep breath, wrapping herself in a blanket. "Darn it Ace... I'm coming!"

She heard the groan of the little cat monster as he stirred awake with a little meow. "Hey... Yuu..." He yawned.

"I know it's the middle of the night, but I think we've got a visitor." Grim stated, eyes still closed with exhaustion. "Maybe it's those pesky ghosts again? They just don't know when to quit."

Yuu smiled as she scooped the cat into her arms. "Nah, it's not the ghosts." She reassured him as she made her way down the stairs.

"It's me, Ace! Just let me in, all right?" He called as Yuu swung the door open.

"... You better have a damn good reason for pounding on the door like a madman at three in the morning." Was the first thing she said, not looking at him.

"Ace? It's the middle of the night! B-bwah! That collar!" Grim, now fully awake, yelped. Yuu looked up, her eyes widening as she recognized the heart-shaped, red and black collar around his neck.

"Yikes bro, what'd you do?!" She squawked, eyes wide.

Ace pouted like a toddler who'd just been told 'No'. "I can't go back to Heartslabyul House. I'm joining your dorm. For good."

"Come again?!" Grim cried, hopping out of Yuu's arms, alarmed.

"Okay... Get in here and explain. Like... now." She stated, ushering the ginger in. 

Chapter 2

[zonzolik]

Watching Doctor Who: The Eleventh Hour - it's my first not-David-Tennant DW episode so we'll see how it goes

The intro is awful, the previous one was way better

Loving the level of unhingedness

These two are a great team, the girl's scared of nothing!

The only-liking-very-specific-food is so real of him

Did the Prisoner do something to little Amelia? I hope it didn't

Thought the police officer was grown Amelia at first

That girl's dumb. And that snake's disgusting.

IT IS AMELIA

"I'm the Doctor. I'm worse than everybody's aunt." is the most iconic introduction.

Floating spiky eyes. Very normal occurrence.

"believe me for 20 minutes"😭

This creature is creepy. I don't like it.

Her watching him undress unashamedly 🤩 I'm loving this girl

Also cute new outfit Doctor, you slayyy

Didn't know TARDIS could repair itself, it's prettyyy

Why can't he just come back on time?! It's not that hard when you've got a time machine!

Oh he's so madman with a box

All the figures and drawings she did over the years 😭

A WEDDING DRESS. AND SHE'S GINGER. She's gonna be important.

Conclusion: I like 11th Doctor

[memestockpile]

the devil is a sissy (1936) feel free to change as needed.

you're acting just like a little madman.

you've sort of grown up.

here's your room. you can unpack your things.

you're looking unusually well.

you never really liked me, did you?

all very quaint and romantic.

the world's changing.

what's down there on the street?

i got lonesome.

if you need an extra pencil, i have several of them.

clean enough to wade in if it's clean enough to drink.

oh, a wise guy.

remind me, will you, to bash your head against the wall next time i see you?

i thought you might find it hard going for a few days.

cheer up. everything is gonna be alright, hmm?

i think i want that more than anything else i ever wanted.

well, you got me there, pal.

he did the kind of stealing that lands a person in jail, not the kind that lands them on park avenue.

i'll never change my mind.

it's getting kind of cold out here.

i think i'll go to bed.

i must have been dreaming.

did you get to read the paper this morning?

you know what we do to squealers around here?

that seems rather drastic.

you'll get your ears boxed down.

what did i tell you would happen if you were on the same side of the street as me?

ate a butterfly once. its wings were all dusty-like.

by joe! i say, now, this is something!

hey, you think we got time for a soda?

you talk too much.

let go of me, you big flatfoot!

bring out some ginger ale or lemonade or cake or something.

what did you do to get a shiner like that?

you're not in any trouble, are you?

that's an awful lot of money.

i'm one of the gang now.

listen, son, i don't think you ought to go down there anymore.

you mean we're poor?

beat it, will you?

can you whistle? you stay here and whistle if anybody comes by.

make up your mind, you in or out?

hurry up. we ain't got all day.

when you steal, you have to take chances.

only take what we can carry.

a cup of coffee is good for the soul, no matter what time of day.

your soul doesn't need any more goodness in it.

let me take care of you.

just a moment, my boy.

it's certainly not nice meeting you this way.

i don't know what's gotten into kids these days.

i'll come see you, darling.

be a good boy, won't you?

you need a good old-fashioned shellacking.

i've got a hunch about you.

sometimes friendships go through a lot of trouble.

you mustn't speak until they ask you to.

you love your mother, don't you?

that's what makes a fella tough, being able to take it.

get this into your dome, dope.

i'm gonna get out of here.

grand of you to stop by!

you'll do nothing of the sort.

now, come on, take off your hat and coat.

i still have a bit of tea, or something stronger, if you'd like.

just make yourself at home.

looks like it might rain, doesn't it?

that sounded a little melodramatic, didn't it?

i gave up wailing when i was seven.

i'm happier than a hornet on halloween.

i hope the room is big enough to turn cartwheels in.

you didn't do that, and i like you for it.

you've got the beginning of some bug. come on, into bed with you, and we'll whip this thing.

cover up, or you'll get more cold.

we don't solve our problems by running away.

you don't want to go to reform school, do you?

i don't blame you for being angry at me.

we're gonna get something to eat. you want something to eat, don't you?

maybe we'd better just keep on going.

french food is very nice, but quite rich.

don't worry about him, kid.

it ain't polite, understand?

i'm sorry to have gotten you into this mess.

it's alright, darling. now, you come along. you're coming with me where it's nice and warm.

shh, honey, shh. you've got to stay quiet and rest.

we're gonna have a lot of fun.

[katielovably]

I wrote another Edd's word story. This one is based on the episode spare because it's interesting.

Hey, Edd. "Edd" heard as he ran. He wasn't Edd but a clone, a clone made by a madman producer who made a movie four morons enjoyed prompting the creation of him and his friends. He had escaped along with a Tord who had fought back against his original.

Go! He remembered hearing him call making him run as fast as possible. He remembered looking back to see the Tord who saved him retreat into the night with a bang echoing in the night, seeing the original Tord before he disappeared inside.

The originals are insane that's all he knew.

He wanted to go back and find the Tord but he was afraid to go back. Tord's voice orders to "go!" Echoing in his mind not letting him stop.

He turned looking around

Where am I? He said softly, hugging himself and leaning against the wall trying to find any landmarks he could use to find out where he was using "his" memories. It didn't help it was night. He didn't like being alone. He was use the large group. His mind went to the carnage that happened in that house. He wasn't sure if he was the only one or not to escape besides the two he saw. He sat on the sidewalk. He didn't know what to do, trying to use Edd's memories for answers

Go home. It told him.

Home, that horrible house. Where death is. No way!

Tears formed in his eyes as he sat, lowered his head behind his knees.

Merp. He said softly seeing a cat.

Ringo? He said softly thinking about the original Edd's cat.

This cat looked like Ringo but there were differences. This cat was more brown unlike Ringo also it was younger.

He held his hand out. It want straight from it almost like they have met. He unfolded himself enough for his new companion to hop on his stomach and curl up.

He's hand stroked the fur as it purredand slept.

He watched his surroundings (you never know in the city) he's eyes grew heavy because of the calming sound of the purring cat. He fell asleep.

Hey! Edd! Wake up. He heard as he was shaken awake the cat looking around as confused as he.

Matt? He said tilting his head at the ginger hair man before him.

Technically. He said with a wink.

Edd was relieved.

It's ok. He's a friend. He told the cat stroke it's fur.

The cat didn't seem to believe him but calmed down, probably annoyed by the shaky wake up call.

How did you escape? Edd said.

I mean they couldn't tell me apart from the original they put me in Tom's hoodie then threw him out. But Tom came back not happy and kicked me out because I had the number I was on my arm. Matt said showing him: 5016. Edd showed his 472.

Right. Edd smiled happy he had someone.

Is it just us? Matt said.

No, there's a Tord with a Tom somewhere. I saw them run out of that house. Edd said standing with his new kitty in his arms.

We should probably find him. Matt said.

Yeah I guess so. Edd said looking around as the cat rubbed against him, purring.

Edd, do you know where he are? Matt said.

Matt, I don't even know where we're are but I know I ran straight. Edd said.

Why? Matt said looking to him.

With a whimper, hugging the cat slightly. Tord told me to go so I did so. Running as fast as I could from the house. Edd said.

Again why? Matt said.

The original of him was going to kill me but he stepped in front of me and saved me. I only turned back to see them retreat with a sound of a gun following them they also just ran straight. Edd said then shuddered, we're made from monsters.

Matt watched him as they walked.

Hello! Is someone there? They heard from a dumpster.

Tom? Edd said walking up and opened it.

Ow. Tom said hang over the side rubbing his head.

What are you doing in there? Matt said.

When everyone wanted to go "home" he wanted to go shopping. Tom said folding his arms.

Kitten shopping. It was astupid plan. Edd said the cat who he set down to open the lid, chased after rats but didn't go to far from Edd (at least someone got breakfast).

So, where's the others? Tom said looking around.

Dead. The originals killed them at the house. Edd said.

It was a stupid plan. The Tom said mocking Edd's voice before saying, I would have been the only one who lived!

Edd rolled his eyes. I can close the lid on your head. Edd said.

Rude. Now let me out! He said.

Fine but we're looking for a Tord. No shopping! Edd said.

Fine. Tom said grumbling as the two of them helped him out.

Edd got the cat (which he decided to call Rango) and they walked off.

So... do we know where we're going? Matt said.

Oh yeah now that I found a landmark (Hey! Tom said insulted after noticing Edd gestured to him) I know where to go. Edd said.

Glad I can help, assholes. Tom said folding his arms.

They walked back to the street Edd's house is which "Edd" disappeared behind "Tom"

You know they don't want to hurt us. Matt said.

Funny. Hey, Tom how many were us were there yesterday? Edd said.

I don't know like a thousand or more. Tom said with a shrug.

Exactly! Edd said as they walked up.

Ahh, alright. Tom wins we're going shopping for disguises! Edd said.

Hu. Matt said.

Sorry, I'm paranoid. Edd said softly holding his cat close.

Alright with way now? Matt said.

That way. Edd said pointing a path between houses across from Edd's house.

We're never going to find him are we? Matt sighed.

Sorry for wanting to live. Edd hissed.

Come on, then we're never going to find him at this pace. Matt said crossing the street with Tom. "Edd" was frozen... starring at Edd who had just exited the house with Ringo in a carrier, the two were starring at each other.

Come on, Edd. Matt said pulling his arm bringing "Edd's" attention to him. Matt and Edd crossed with a bus pass by as they were almost on the side."Edd" looked back as Edd set the carrier in the car and drove off.

I knew we needed disgusts... at least it was my original and not Tord's. Edd said with a sigh stroking the cat's fun.

After finding "Tord". Matt said taking the lead with the other two following.

Coming to two way.

Oh great now where do go? Matt said.

I don't... Edd saw red in the corner of his eye.

Edd walked to a bloody trail you could easily miss.

He actually hit him! Edd said softly then said we need to hurry.

Edd followed the path to a broken window of a building.

Please be him. Edd prayed before looking inside as did the other. It was a basement apartment type space that was abandoned or the persons not home... which makes breaking the window and blood everywhere that much worse.

There he was. Tord laid on a couch on the other side of the room, in a white mussel shirt, a makeshift bandages (made from a t-shirt and tape) over his shoulder his hoodie laid on the back of the couch.

Edd set the cat on a chair nearby before carefully slipping in careful.

Tord? Edd said walking up as the others struggled to join.

It was hard to tell if he alive. Edd went to check his pulse but Tord caught his hand making him freeze (the cat fleeing to hide) as the injured Tord slowly looked up. His amber eyes were those of a injured animal and will fight to defend himself till he realized who was before him.

(Part 1 of 7)

[nell0feey-all]

Speak Now Or Forever Hold Your Peace || Dramoine #1

fluff and smut, yule ball cut off, semi yandere

** these bitches are 17 right now

“Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort!”

Draco’s heart screeched to a stop. 

As one of the many wizards- and. Probably non-wizards too, if he was being honest, which made his blood boil; in the race for Hermione’s hand, he knew what it was to be punched square in the face by this woman. And Weasley had just gotten it, right behind him. Spectacular.

Krum had also beat him by asking her to the ball. He’d been too busy pretending to not give a fuck to wear his heart on his sleeve, just like Weasely. Something about Her put him on the same level as the ginger moron. He needed to fix that.

He inhaled sharply at her first sob, growing distant as She stormed off the signature Hermione way he loved so much. 

Cut her off at the staircase on the third floor, dickwad! He screamed at himself, pressing deeper into the shadows as Weasley walked past him, clearly having some kind of stroke. I mean, he couldn’t blame him- he’d reacted the same way last year to Her ire, and the growth hadn’t come until two months later. That’s when he came to terms with his obsession. 

It had happened one day in the library. He’d come to see if she’d be there, to fish him out of his misery as the sight of her so usually did, but after doing the entire room twice over had concluded that she was likely out at one of her study spots with her friends. Usually, this would send him stalking right down to the gardens, but today it angered him more than normal.

So instead he’d stalked off searching for someone else. Colin, his name had been, right? He had a flashy muggle thing that stored pictures of people- still pictures, where the person didn’t get to vanish whenever they felt like it. It would be a picture of Hermione, not a pretend Hermione taking life on paper. He needed the real deal.

That’s what spurred him on tonight as he dashed after Her like a madman. The staircase to the third floor was the only place they’d find some fucking privacy- people were still scared of it since the smartest witch in the world hadn’t been able to save her albeit weak friends from nearly dying in there, understandably- he needed the real deal. No more hidden pictures and defending her from his friends and the lock of hair he’d stolen from Pansy Parkinson to stop her from brewing Polyjuice but couldn’t quite convince himself to throw away yet. 

“Wait for me!” He yelled when she reached halfway up those stairs. She didn’t turn around, just collapsed to her knees. He was too far away to catch her.

“Hermione,” he said, falling to a crouch as soon as he was next to her. How was she so fast in heels?

She looked up at him through tears, breaking his heart.

“Now is- really not the time, Malfoy,” she said weakly.

“I agree, it’s not. And I’m sorry,” he said, relieved as her tears stopped for a second.

“Finally got over pulling the pigtails of the girl you like at the playground, have we?” She asked, glaring at him. 

“Yes, yes, we finally grew some balls,” he didn’t bother to be surprised that she’d figured him out- of course She would have him figured out, “and now we’re here to take care of you. Let me take care of you. Please.” 

“I don’t need you.” 

He sighed hopelessly. He knew. He knew exactly how much she didn’t need him, but-

“But I need you.”  ////

Hermione wasn’t sure of what she was doing.

But she’d been protecting herself since she was young, here at Hogwarts, and. And she wanted to be kept safe for once.

“You look beautiful tonight. You’re beautiful everyday, but. People don’t see that because you’re so obviously focused on being more than that. But tonight, you’ve made an effort to look beautiful, you’ve made an effort to have a good time, and let me help you enjoy yourself.”

Now she was dancing with him, his hand on her waist, his other hand gripping hers- he was so much warmer than she’d ever imagined he could be. 

Harry was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t want to see Ronald.

And she felt what Draco had said. She felt it in her heart and on her hips today. 

Let’s give him some kind of fraternization to yell about, she’d said. His smile had been so genuinely happy- happy for her, that she’d decided to let him fix her makeup and lead her back to the ball.

She knew his body, protective and shielding as it was now. She’d watched him enough to know when he really meant something.

“Let me show you a good time, and then let me show you that you are a good time. Let me show you that you are like stargazing.”

Fuck it. ////

“Where, exactly, are we going?” He huffed behind her. She paused.

“Love, you’re breaking my hand,” he said, and she turned around to look and realized that she really was, she was squeezing his hand too tightly. 

“Sorry,” she let go.

“Where are we going?” He asked again.

Well, she’d been leading him to the Room of Requirement. Because she required him really badly, but maybe that wasn’t the best idea. Maybe he’d change his mind in the morning, and then make fun of how badly she’d needed him right now- look at how he was grinning, boyish and excited, and how easily that grin could turn into an evil smirk. The last thing she needed was to be slut shamed by the entire school, more, god knew wizards were really backwards with this kind of stuff- 

“Don’t tell me you were planning to bed me already, Granger.” 

There was that old-fashionedness. It was called sex, Malfoy, but she couldn’t say that out loud.

“There’s this certain type of Muffliato spell I could teach you? Basically, you could cast it on me and I wouldn’t be able to talk about whatever we get up to for the rest of our lives. Make for great teasing later, but mainly you wouldn’t have to worry about me ruining your reputation. Sworn to secrecy, and all that.”

She blinked.

“How do I know the spell isn’t just made-up?” She asked.

He grinned even harder.

“So glad you asked, love.” 

And that’s how they found themselves in the Restricted section, and he was pushing into her against the shelves, murmuring about how long he’d dreamed about doing this to her, and what a dirty whore she was for him, and how he was as much of a harlot for her.

“Fuck, Granger.” Her skirts were bunched up around them, and her hair was getting ruined, and the makeup he’d restored was melting with sweat and his tears instead of her broken sobbing. And she felt safe. 

And then when they were done, he lifted her off him but didn’t put her down. Carried their tired bodies all the way back to his dorm, and half-asleep, she felt him changing her into a sweatshirt that smelled like him. Some kind of curtains around their bed, keeping them from the others who’d fill this room later, and she was cocooned in him and more blankets than she’d ever been under in her entire life. His silent groans as he slid his cock back into her for the night nearly killed her, and then she fell dead asleep. 

/////

Everyone was staring at them. Of course they were.

Hermione had slipped back to her dorm in the morning, and her girlfriends had been shockingly happy for her. She’d tugged her robes on, and then hurried to breakfast before she could bump into Ronald. Draco was waiting for her at the entrance to the Great Hall. He invited her to sit with him. She said no, on the grounds that she didn’t want to rely on him to defend her. He begged her to let him show her off. She’d caved.

And now she was eating at the slytherin table for the first time, with Draco Malfoy, and his pack of raucous friends who were being surprisingly nice to her. If her second year self could see her now… 

Even the fucking Beauxbatons were glancing at them regularly. Ronald wasn’t bothering to hide his death stare, and Harry just… raised his goblet and drank to something, presumably the chaos she was causing. She snorted as Ron dragged him away from the Gryffindor table.

She missed him, but he’d never really taken sides when it came to Ron. Not when it really mattered. 

She felt Draco lean his chin on her shoulder, and realized their friends- their friends?- had gone quiet.

“Oh, Merlin. You’re no better than a housecat,” she said, exasperated. The table burst into uproar, and Hermione suddenly realized that most of the laughter in the Great Hall came from Slytherin.  ////////

“You’re still going to be friends with Potter?” He asked.

“If that’s a problem, I can leave,” She replied.

“Don’t leave.”

“I don’t intend to,” She said, smiling at him. 

Today was Hogsmeade, which was good, because Draco was addicted to her. He wouldn’t have been able to let Her go so quickly. They were sitting in the Hog’s Head, unpopulated and quiet right now. He’d enchanted the tablecloth to hide them from the rest of the pub, opting to cuddle Her for warmth instead.

She stared down at him with big, brown eyes that he was absolutely enchanted with. When they’d first met, he’d really assumed she was part-Veela.

“Are we dating yet?” He asked excitedly.

“What do you mean yet?” 

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“Tell me about yourself,” Draco said to her. They were in his bed, Muffliato spells and curtains shed. She liked it here because it was so cold that she had an excuse to cuddle him.

“My parents are dentists,” and then winced, remembering who she was talking to.

“What’s a dentist?”

“It’s… basically someone who rips your teeth out for you. It’s universally regarded as a method of torture in the muggle world.”

“Is that right? That doesn’t sound right,” he said, laughing.

“No, I swear. And they have this trademarked color? It’s this terrifying minty blue-green. It symbolizes fear for everyone but me. I’m the only weirdo who’s comforted by it because I grew up in offices that were absolutely smothered by it.”

“Are you telling me the truth right now?”

“Merlin’s honor.”

[shroompunk]

the madman’s waltz

ID: Illustration of a pair of cyborg characters and a small robotic drone in a living room. The central figure is an anthro bird with a metal faceplate and no beak, who is throwing back one arm while the other caresses his partner's face. He's wearing a bath robe which is draped open exposing metal workings on his chest, and has metal arms though most of his body is covered in feathers and he has two large ginger wings that drape on the floor. His partner is a red dragon man with curled horns, one black and the other one metal. He has one metal arm and both arms are wrapped around his partner, holding him up off the ground. A floating spherical drone is doing something at the back of the bird man's head, but her hands are obscured. The room is cluttered with items, including a piano in the foreground covered in sheet music with a mug on top. The overturned stool on the floor suggests a struggle to get the bird away from his piano. The room feels wavy and chaotic, drawn with curving lines.