#arthur is the dog in question btw

[arthursfuckinghat]

Rhodes - Lemoyne

[asachuu]

Behold, the two strongest Port Mafia (ex-)members.

It’s only fair I post a ChuuArt doodle as a solemn apology for the angst post. Luckily, I found it in me to draw something more, but perhaps that may be attributed to having a worryingly large cup of coffee at 7PM while blaring 2010 Cascada songs. Some would consider it self-destruction.

Regardless, it could just be the present moment, but as rough as this is, I’m quite happy with it? Perhaps I haven’t drawn a proper thing in so long, I’ll settle for whatever, but I quite like how messy it is. I won’t start hoping for anything, though…last time I thought an easy-seeming artstyle would get me out of my slump, I only received its blessing for two drawings before completely forgetting how to use it.

Anyway, you can’t quite see Chuuya’s ponytail (…or whatever it is, I haven’t deciphered the mystery yet), so I have to point it out manually in the description…just for a couple of reasons, don’t mind that. I know his present-day design is available in Beast if I want to take inspiration from Hoshikawa’s artstyle and I could have used that as a reference for his hairstyle, but I was much too lazy to fetch that one specific panel I tend to use, and I already have the entire Fifteen manga saved, so I thought that would just make my job faster.

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

Loser Baby~ (Marxolor)

When I first heard this I thought to myself... "this is their song."

In the KBASW AU, they're very similar in nature, and they're brought together through circumstances... both are losers. And that is what makes their relationship so beautiful ~

And yes I changed some of the lyrics to fit Marx better~

Keep reading for extra lore/ spoiler-ish content

I've decided to hit two birds with one stone...knock out a few questions I had...

Yeah, the Marxolor/Magolor asks have been stewing in there... Sorry for taking so long but I FINALLY learned how to draw Magolor.

He plays a big role in the story... he is pretty much very close to his game counterpart, but his reasons and motivations for the Master Crown are very different.

The Master Crown was created and owned by his great-grandmother... Minerva Mim also known as... MAD MADAM MIM. (And for those who aren't familiar with Disney's The Sword in the Stone.) Who was the ruler of Halcandra during her time...

Magolor's full name is Magolor Mim

But she's also a mix with Harry Potter's Minerva McGonagall.

(And yes) she's connected with Lady Celestine (who is this KBASW Merlin), and they were best friends. She's the reason why the Ancients & Halcandrans did business. Halcandran techolong & the Ancients magic. A deal Sir Icarus tried to secure but could not negotiate at all...

However, Celestine managed to get it with ease... (*cough* bribed her way*. ) Over time they did become genuine friends... I'll expand on her later... In short, she was basically the only one whom Celestine told of her alter-ego, Merlyn (Sir Arthur figured it out).

She was snarky, eccentric, and a bit vain at times, but at her core was a good person.

Celestine brought out the best in her and Minerva brought out the adventurous side of her and encouraged her to be bolder. (BTW she was the number one Celarthur shipper).

However, after Celestine's "execution" (secretly they crystalized her): Minvera refused to do business with the GSA & the Ancients due to her friend's unfair trial... despite the threats they made to remove her from power if she continued to remain loyal to Celestine... but no matter how much they threatened her she still couldn't do it...

As a result, the Ancients removed her from her seat as ruler... and the GSA tried to arrest her for siding with a "traitor." However, she didn't go down without fighting. "If I can not have my crown... NO ONE CAN!" Cursing the crown that there will be no more another ruler of Halcandra... and using it to erupt the volcano that resided on the planet... creating its now, current state... becoming MAD MADAM MIM. (But in truth, she was just grieving... loss of her best friend. )

After that, the Ancients ordered to get rid of any descendant of Madam Mim's lineage. And thus the GSA hunted down and exterminated every living relative of Mim's household. However one survived the carnage.

Magolor is the lone survivor of his entire family's... orphaned and on the street... struggling to survive. He did everything to keep himself afloat... even if he had to BEG, STEAL, OR BORROW. HE'D DO IT!(There are a few more things... Magolor had a connection to the Sqeak Squads and Daroach, but that's a story for another day.)

Eventually, he finds out about his heritage and the fact that his whole household was wiped out due to... HER LOYALTY TO ONE PERSON. BAH, DANG IT GRAN WHAT WERE YOU THINKING I COULDA BEEN A KING AND YOU THREW IT AWAY FOR FRIENDSHIP?! From that, you can probably see why Magolor isn't so keen on the value of it since the very thing pretty much wiped out his entire family... And thus began Magolor's search for the crown...

Magolor's betrayal, & redemption does happen like in the game:... does his little shop, makes his amusement park. However, he does a few extra things that connect to the Kirby anime... Magolor manages to revive Chill and rebuild Kirby's robot dog for him (episode 12). (After that, the gang was won over by Magolor...)

Kirby's robo-pet is actually a big thing in the KBASW, he's basically the equivalent of Kirby's iPad/computer.

With this Magolor is fully redeemed, but his arc's not quite done just yet... he still can't help but feel something is missing in his life. Yes, he's learned the value of friendship and junk... he has friends now but... How could he still feel alone when he was people around him.. a feel that he could only describe as underlining emptiness.

Enter Marx. And as I said in the Marx post... Marx saves Kirby ( I won't say from whom yet but) he gets injured the gang wants to help him but... He didn't want a pity party and tried to get away.

Marx: I DON'T NEED YOUR HEL-! *FACE PLANTS ow...

Everyone: You need our help~

Marx wasn't comfortable staying in Dreamland to recover (he knows people *cough* Bun wouldn't take too kindly of him returning), so to compromise, they cashed in a favor from Magolor... Resulting in Marx being delivered by the gang... via kitten in a basket.

Kirby: Hi Mags, this is Marx... Do you think you can watch him for a bit he's we just need you to watch him so he can recover.

Magolor: Okay, sure... but why is he in a basket?

Marx: HISS *shuts the cover*

Meta Knight: He wanted something with a lid on it.

Mags: Oh~kay *picks up basket* I guess you guys can pick him up when he gets better?

Magolor hoped whatever feral creature they had him watching wouldn't be that much trouble or, at the very least, not bite... but Magolor was pleasantly surprised that Marx seemed... to match him quite perfectly...

Shared his love of ancient relics & magic, sarcastic humor, and a wick wittiness similar to his own. And not just interest but personality-wise as well. Marx had an unapologetic straightforwardness that he appreciated, along with a few oddities that he found strangely endearing...This unexpected guest seemed to fit seamlessly into his life... it actually felt nice to have a companion like this.

Marx at first didn't know what to expect when he was dropped off at Halcandranss doorstep. He assumed that he was being sent to some sort of happy hospital facility, where they were gonna baby him and be monitored 24-7. NO FREEDOM AT ALL, HE'S JUST GONNA BE A CAGED ANIMAL!

But no Mags allowed him to do as he pleased... once he realized that he tried to pretty much annoy Magolor into kicking him out. Using his natural crass, sass, and of course, pranks to do it, however, Magolor didn't fall for any of them. Remaking at each of them describing them as "cute"...

Magolor: Nice try, but... You're not gonna to trick this trickster~

Marx: WHAT!?

Marx assumed Kirby that Magolor was another goody-two-shoes, but... did they bring him to some anti-prank master's house. He should've been angry, but he couldn't help but be impressed. It didn't take him long to stop his fruitless effort... there was nothing else to do but wait till he had a chance to escape.

Marx: "Nothing else, Just sitting and watching this guy... uh what is that you're working on... " leaving being instantly enamored and captivated with Magolor's work. Marx's interest and fascination with Ancient Technology is what drove him to use the Galactic Nova in the first place... which sparked Marx's interest and forgetting his original plans to escape.

Which led him to discover all the similarities they had... However, there was this secret unknown wall the other had up. Wanting to keep there both their "unsavory past beginnings with Kirby."

Magolor didn't want to scare Marx away especially when he was finally starting to get comfortable with him. And Marx not wanting to screw up another friendship he was starting to make, by revealing what he was. Both did not want to ruin the only good thing they had in a while.

When finally Marx recovered, Mags was just about to call Kirby and the gang, and immediately Marx pretended to still be sick. Visibly nervous when the check-in call comes in. This doesn't go unnoticed by Magolor,... so when it comes time to call up Kirby for the update, he buys him more time.

Magolor: I gotcha another week...

Marx: Wait, what...

Magolor: Listen I don't think I can get you another when the time comes so... so you think you can tell me what's going on... Kirby's a nice guy I'm sure he'll-

Marx: But I'm not-

This leads Marx to tell Mags everything about the whole "NOVA FIASCO," and Magolor is just speechless as he reveals each detail. Marx loner he spoke couldn't help but feel like he sunk in even deeper believing he blew it again...

Waiting with bated breath for Magolor to answer expecting him to respond in disgust... only with him to respond with. "Yo, same!"

Thus leading Magolor to reveal his past with the Kirby & the Master Crown, along with his road to redemption. This gives Marx a little hope, but not as much confidence that he could do what Magolor did... But Mags assures him that he's still a work in progress himself and that if he wants to be better he should give himself the chance to do better... after all the first step is always the hardest.

Needless to say, everything works out but even after the whole thing, Marx is still hanging out with Magolor... Hmmm... I wonder why! :3

Thanks again to everyone for sticking around and being patient with the asks... I know I'm taking a while to answer (and the things I promised to be done aren't... sorry, my work schedule is hectic.)

I've kinda hit a bit of a roadblock with the fanfic's art style and recently have been wanting to change it up... but anyhow I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually. (So for now I'm trying to knock out a few more asks).

Hope you enjoy the content and have a great day~

[mister-eames]

I’m sure you’ve seen the meme “professor overshare and professor brickwall being secretly married” so A/E in that context but contrary to popular belief, I feel Arthur is not brickwall and eames is not overshare?i feel like Arthur would be having a big ol wallpaper of their five dogs, explaining his tan lines with a fond smile about how his partner dragged him fully clothed to beach and help with students relationship problems using his own experiences while eames be like “read chapter 56 and about your question whether the mark on my neck is a hickey or not, gentlemen never do and tell and class dismissed” with a sly smile. Do you feel the same or different? love to know your thoughts on this??

Okay, so, this is funny because to me Arthur is a quintessential know-it-all -- Arthur volunteers information all the damn time. Arthur tells us all about totems and paradoxes and the origins of dreamshare and military uses, Arthur tells us about first class cabins and architecture, explosives, the true nature of projections, about Mal, about Dom, about Eames (he's in Mombasa btw). Arthur is a natural teacher. Arthur thrives on learning and sharing what he knows - it's his job.

I don't know if I would say he's in the category of 'overshare', per se, but out of the two of them he's the most likely to share about their relationship in this sort of AU setting. More like professor slip-up-and-share and professor misdirect. I do think Arthur would be old school and have a picture of Eames (and their five dogs + 1 sulky cat) in his wallet and his desktop wallpaper and wouldn't lie when prompted about the odd tan line around his ring finger. Eames, however, is absolutely the more slippery of the two when it comes to even the most benign of truths. If they both came back after summer break with a suspect tan Arthur might say to inquisitive students, if asked, "on vacation with my partner" - but Eames would say something like "I backpacked in outback Australia and sheared sheep in 45 degree heat," even though he was just in Miami playing nice with Arthurs family, throwing his nice-and-nephews-in-law around on the beach and letting them bury him in the sand.

With students and strangers Arthur doesn't waste time and energy on harmless truths, but Eames definitely uses it as trading cards and landmines.

[moonvyx]

Amos'Little Angel - Harry Potter

This idea just popped up in my mind. Most likely from a Hiro Hamada X Reader story I've read aged ago and decided to come back to me and hit me like the Hogwarts Express.

You're the youngest Diggory btw, as you can see from the title. And everyone lives. Cause frik you Voldy, stay handsome like Tom Riddle.

AND Y'ALL DON'T KNOW HOW TO WALK VERY MUCH AND THE WAY U GUYS SPEAK ARE YK, HOW LITTLE BABIES/TODDLERS SPEAK.

I went to school when I was 2- I don't really know HOW could I talk at a young age but oh weLL-

"Amos!" James explained happily, opening the door for his friend and his family.

"Hello, James." Smiled Amos, "It's nice to see you and little Harry again!" He smiled at the 2 year old Potter, who was playing with a stag, werewolf and dog plushie.

"And it's also nice to you too! Is this

Y/N? The little.angel Cedric has been talking about?" James questioned and Amos nodded. "Yep! Just turned 2 last week. Very cheeky, I say. Knows many ways to prank at a very young age." Amos replied while letting his daughter down on the play mat where Harry was sitting on.

Y/N smiled at her dad and looked at Harry, who felt her gaze and turned to face her as well. Harry placed his plushies down and waved and walked slowly to her, "Hewo," He waved. Y/N stared at his mesmerising eyes before waving back. "Henlo."

"I'm Harry, you?" Asked Harry, his head tilting a bit. "I'm Y/N." Y/N smiled at Harry.

"Wanna play?" He offered, handing out the werewolf plushie. "Okway."

Y/N said and took the plushie from his hand carefully.

"Hey N/N!" The two young lovebirds- ahem. I mean kids looked up to see Cedric, Y/N's older brother of course.

"Hi Ceddy." His little sister smiled brightly at her brother. "Look! Harry and I are playing!" She laughed, making the two boys smile.

After a few minutes of playing, they began to feel sleepy.

"Aww, they look tired." Lily cooed and picked up the two gently and slowly. "Hey Amos, I'm just going to put these two cuties to bed if that's alright." Lily asked Amos quietly. "Sure! I don't mind." He said and continued to talk to Arthur.

Lily slowly lied the two down on Harry's crib (which can fit 3 kids cause Harry is a messy sleeper). "Goodnight," Lily kissed the children's forehead before leaving the room.

A few hours later, Amos, James, Lily and almost everyone who was in their little get-together (which was a lot of ppl btw.) entered the room and found the kids hugging each other as they slept.

A chorus of "aw's" and clicks from camera's filled the room, but luckily Harry and Y/N were still sound asleep.

"We should have more get togethers with all of the kids." James said to everyone, who nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, put them all in one room while we get drunk too." Sirius said and received a smack on the arm from Molly. "I'm just kidding.. Or am I?" He spoke again and received another smack on the head from James.

"20 galleons if these two catch feelings during their Hogwarts years." The Weasley twins said at the same time. "Add 10 galleons to that if they catch feelings before their Hogwarts years." Sirius said. "Bet." The twins replied and snapped more pictures of the children.

"Imagine Ron third wheeling tho." Said Bill.

"50 galleons if he does." Dumbledore said and received weird looks.

"How and when did he get there?" Asked the twins as Dumbledore smiled at the two. "I ship."

[jadedxrealityw]

-Meeting The Family- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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     Request: hi darling, how you doing? can i request a draco x reader where is draco going to her house on christmas break to meet her parents? maybe she has a younger brother who is quite jealous of her and draco together? just something very fluff and funny !! thank you, i love your work btw ❤️

     Kody: YESS. I’ve been waiting for something like this for the sole purpose that i’m going to make the reader a Weasley!

     Year: 7th

    House: Gryffindor

    Possible Triggers/Warnings: Fred and George being the best siblings, Molly being Molly, Draco being literally terrified of the Weasley’s, a little bit of the spice spice at the end. 

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   “will you stop pacing? Your making me nervous” you grumble, watching as the platinum blond hair boy walked back and forth in your dorm room “Your nervous? Your not the one meeting your girlfriends whole bloody family today” he snaps at you. 

    he walks over to the edge of your bed and sits down, putting his face in his hands “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you” he sighs deeply. You crack a smile and walked over to stand in front of him and take his hands into yours “It’s alright, but i’ll be there so there’s nothing to worry about. They’ll love you”

   Draco scoffs, leaning his head against your stomach “They have every right to hate me, my father is a horrible person to them and they’ll think i’m just the same as him” he spoke. You had never seen him so worked up over anything before, except for maybe when you got injured by a werewolf in the woods. 

    you purse your lips before sitting comfortably on his lap “Draco. You are nothing like your father and you will show them that. So stop moping okay?” you watch his eyes for a moment as he nods his head “Okay darling. I won’t mope. I just hope your right about this”

   “I’m always right”

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    today was the day, you had put on a blue, burnt orange, and brown striped sweater with blue jeans. The Weasley aesthetic really while Draco wore a emerald green sweater with black jeans (ik hawt). You stood in front of the burrow, holding his hand “Here we go” you spoke.

   you reach up to knock a couple times and the door swings open. It was Fred with a candy cane in his mouth. He looks at the both of you and nods once “Hey Y/n and Malfoy. I’m Fred by the way, not George. Just so you know” he sticks out his hand and Draco takes it. They shake hands. That’s a good start.

   he takes the candy cane out of his mouth and points behind him “Let’s head in shall we?” he says and you smile. As you both step in, you could hear everyone talking “Is Charlie here yet?” you turn and face your brother. Fred’s face drops and he shakes his head “He said he got busy with work.”

   you nod slowly, your expression dropping “Oh, okay” you shrug. “Y/n!” you hear a familiar shout and watch as Molly and Arthur come from around the corner. You let go of Draco’s hand and walk up to them. They both embrace you tightly. You pull away from them and walk back to Draco.

   you could tell how tense he was when he saw your parents. “Mum, Dad. This is Draco�� you say and slowly brought him up to them. Draco cleared his throat before speaking “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Thank you so much for inviting me” he spoke. So polite. 

   your mother smiled warmly at him as well as your father “Well, were glad you came. Seems like our girls like Slytherins” Molly let out a laugh. You raise a brow “What do you mean?” “Hey Draco” you both turn to the right and see Pansy Parkinson come out of the hallway. Oh right, Ginny’s girlfriend.

   Draco smiled kindly, she was his friend after all. “hey Pans” he replies. Pansy waves before disappearing into the living area. “Now, you two join your siblings in the living room while we finish dinner” Molly spoke and leant down to kiss your forehead before leaning with Arthur “I think that went well”

    Draco nods “Me too”

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    “Percy, don’t be such a buzzkill and take the candy cane” George sat next to Percy, jabbing him in the side with the peppermint treat. Percy just rolled his eyes and continued to read the book we was holding. You chuckle as you sat on the sofa with Draco, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

   It was certainly a full house tonight. Molly, Arthur, George, Luna, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Pansy, Bill, Fleur, Ron, Hermione, you, and Draco. You wondered where you would all eat considering your family table could barely fit the kids who already lived in the house. “Your family is much different than mine” Draco whispers to you.

   you turn your head to face him with a smile. “Yeah, we’re definitely stranger then other families” you laugh quietly, a grin forming on his face. “I like it. I’m so used to the quiet that i forgot that actual families talk and hang out with each other” he spoke, his eyes glossing over a bit as he looks at the tall christmas tree.

   you reach into his lap and grab his hand, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. “I hope i don’t make you feel as alone anymore” you spoke with a small frown on your face. Draco shook his head and with the arm wrapped around your shoulders, he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss.

   it was sweet and loving. To bad you had shit for brian brothers. “Hey hands off Malfoy! No snogging my sister while i’m here!” Ron shouts, causing you to pull away from the kiss. Hermione seemed annoyed with her boyfriend and pushes his shoulder “Y/n can do whatever Y/n want’s get over yourself Ron”

   George and Fred both choked back laughter then actually choked on candy canes. Idiots. Ron grumbled something and crossed his arms. What a child. After more talking you had the urge to go to the bathroom and laid your head in the crook of Draco’s neck “I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom. Okay?”

   Draco nods and places a hand on your thigh to squeeze it gently before unwrapping his limbs from yours “I’ll be back. Be nice. All of you” you gaze at all your brothers because Ginny at least knew how to be nice to Draco. You give a sharp glare to Ron before you leave the living room.

   Fred watches as you walk out of the room and like a pack of dogs, every single Weasley sibling crowded Draco. He thought he was going to be murdered on the spot as his grey eyes widened. Bill smiles lightly and holds out his hand to shake “Hi, i’m Bill. Anyway as you probably know were missing a Weasley tonight”

   Draco grabs his hand and shakes it “Charlie, right?” he says and all there heads nod. Oh this is so creepy. “Right. Well you see Y/n is really close to Charlie, but she hasn’t been able to see him for almost three years and such, so Fred told her he’s not coming, but we plan on surprising her when we open gifts”

   a small smile graces the Slytherins face- wait. “Why are you telling me this?” he questions and Percy speaks up surprisingly “Because you make our sister happy and considering you both are graduating next year, we figure your  going to be around more often and- so welcome to the family Malfoy”

   Draco was in complete shock as Percy spoke, considering he thought Percy hated him the most. Y/n was right. “Thank you. I also want to apologize for my fathers behaviour towards your family as well as mine in the past. It took me awhile to see you guys the way Y/n does”

   the twins shake their heads “Don’t worry about it. Your dad’s a real piece of work. Y/n tells us your mum’s nice enough though” they spoke in unison. Draco nods “yeah, she’s not judgemental” he reassures. “Anyway, we hope your having a nice night though. Right Ron?” Bill turns to face the younger Weasley.

   Ron looks at Bill and shakes his head, but Bill hits his shoulder “Yeah yeah whatever. We hope your having a blast” Ron then tore away from the group and went back to sitting with Hermione on the other sofa, mumbling something along the lines of ‘snogging his sister’ 

   a couple minutes later you came back into the living room and were pleasantly surprised to see Bill, George, and Fred chatting with Draco who seemed to be smiling brightly. What a sight. You lean against the doorway and watch as he interacted with your brothers. 

   you watch as they all went to sit on the floor so Percy, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and Pansy could sit down and chat as well. Who would thought the Slytherin prince would get along so well with your family. “You guys seem to be having fun” you say as they turn to look at you. 

   you look to your left to see Ron sitting alone on the loveseat with a scowl on his face. You wave the group off before going to sit with your brother. He looks at you then the floor “Y/n” he spoke and you smiled lightly “Ron” you say in the same manner. “Why aren’t you sitting with the rest of them?”

   Ron scoffs under his breath “Why should i? Malfoy will never be friends” he comments and you reach up to lift his face, making him look at the group laughing and talking. “Look at Percy. He’s the most stuck up person i know and he is having a blast talking to Draco and Pansy. Why do you have a problem?”

   Ron sighs and pushes your hand away “Because your my sister. Yes, i know Ginny is to, but we’re the same age you and i. I can talk to you about anything, but ever since you and Draco got together. It hasn’t been you and i. It’s been you and him. What’s gonna happen when your married? I’ll never see you”

   you frown. You didn’t know Ron felt this way at all. It wasn’t as surprising though to be honest “Ron. Your my brother and i love you dearly. I’ll never forget about you or George, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Bill, and Charlie. Your my family. If your ever feeling alone. Just talk to me, okay?”

   your words seemed to cheer Ron up. He nods and looks over at the group once more “Let’s do this.” he said and stood up.

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    after dinner the whole family including the lovers were in the living room again, passing out gifts. You watch as a square shaped box decorated with orange wrapping paper and a red bow floated from out a room and into each and every ones laps “oh wow, i wonder what these could be” 

    George spoke sarcastically before getting wacked on the head by Molly. You chuckle and look over at Draco who stared at aw in the christmas gift in his lap “Are you alright my boy?” Arthur spoke up. Draco looks up and nods eagerly “I’ve never gotten a real christmas gift before. My mother snuck me sweets and such, but never anything like this”

    Molly gave Draco a look of solace before smiling “Well, i hope you enjoy this one! Now kids open them up!” she shouts and you all start to rip open the wrapping paper and you saw a deep red sweater with your first initial on it. Every year. The Weasley kids slip on there sweaters “Thanks mum!”

   after slipping yours on, you look over at Draco who had a emerald green sweater in his hands with the letter ‘D’ on it. He looked excited as he takes off his quidditch sweater to put on Molly’s. “Do you like it Draco?” you spoke “i absolutely love it” he a wide smile spreads across his face.

    Luna got a baby blue sweater

   Hermione got a deep red one as well

   Fleur got a white sweater

   Pansy got a emerald green sweater as well as Draco.

   Pansy slipped hers on and nods smugly “i look awesome. I’m never taking it off. You’ll have to kill me first!” she exclaims as Ginny laughs beside her “She’s not joking either” Luna pulls the sweater over her head and wraps her arms around herself “So warm” she mumbles in her soft voice. 

   George smiles brightly and wraps his arms around her “Your so cute” he says before kissing the side of her face. Fleur looked down at the sweater on her and smiles warmly “I adore it” she spoke in her thick accent and Bill nods before grabbing her hand to kiss her knuckles.

   Molly clapped happily “I’m so glad you all like it. Now me and Arthur are going to get the christmas cookies from the kitchen. We’ll be right back out!” she announces before leaving the room. Everyone began to talk amongst each other and while you were distracted Draco snuck off into the kitchen.

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   “Um hello” he spoke up. Molly turns around and places the icing bag she was holding on the counter. “Ah Draco! Did you need something?” she asked, waving her hand for him to step closer. Draco walks over and immediately felt a cold shiver run up his spine. He was nervous.

   “I wanted to ask you both something?” he says, gulping. Arthur and Molly look at each other before smiling “Sure, go ahead” Arthur spoke. Draco takes a deep breath to calm his nerves “Me and Y/n have been dating for three years now and i know we only just turned 18, but i wanted to ask for your blessing to marry her when the time is right”

   Molly gasped loudly, before covering her mouth “Oh Draco! We would be more than happy to give you our blessing. She talks about you all the time and you had been nothing but kind to her and our family. I know you are much different then your father. you’ve learn to accept and adapt”

   Draco felt as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he smiles “Thank you so much. Uh- can i help ice those? If you’ll teach me how?” he laughs nervously and Molly nods.

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   ten minutes later Draco came out holding a tray of cookies with your parents. You smile lightly at the sight. How cute. He places the tray down on the floor where the group sat and everyone began to much on cookies, except for Fred and George. Where had they gone off too? Draco takes a seat next to you.

   he hands you a cookie and you smile, taking a bite “You snuck away to ice cookies with my parents?” you ask, laughing a little. He nods with a smile and pecks your lips quickly, “Seemed fun” he replied nonchalantly. You roll your eyes and continue to eat your cookie in piece.

   after everyone ate one Molly shot up from the sofa and gasped “Godric! We forgot Y/n’s present outside!” she exclaims, causing everyone to look at her. You tilt your head “What present?” you ask. “We all pitched in and got you a present. It’s so big we have to show you outside” Arthur spoke.

   you were now thoroughly confused as everybody made there way to the front door and walking out. Draco grabs your hand and lifts you up from the ground. You both walk outside and see George and Fred on both sides of a tall present, wrapped in orange paper with your name written in red ink.

   you laugh nervously. What was going on? “Um- do i open it?” you ask and Ginny nods, pushing you forward “Go on! Open it!” she shouts. You watch as George and Fred walk away from the present and behind you. “we suggest to pull the red ribbon then step back” George points out.

   you chuckle with a confused expression before taking the end of the ribbon and tug it once. You hear a couple clicks and step back quickly as the box falls apart. A tall male with orange hair and a red sweater with a ‘C’ smiles at you. Charlie. You watch as he steps out the box and opens his arms.

   “Hello my little dragon” he smile brightly as you ran up and tackled him into a hug. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around as you cling onto him. After a couple seconds he lets go and eyes you up and down “You’ve gotten so tall! and your hair is different. I also hear you have a boyfriend” he teases.

   you smile widely and nod “Yeah. He’s hear. Um- Draco!” you turn around and call for your boyfriend who steps towards you, holding out his hand “I’m Draco Malfoy” he says politely as they both shake hands “I’m Charlie! I hope my little sister hasn’t annoyed you too much. She’s mental this one”

   you huff and wack your older brothers arm “Hey! Don’t scare him off!” you shout, making Charlie laugh. He shrugs his shoulders “I don’t think he’s going anywhere. Your in for the long hall Malfoy. Welcome to the Weasley’s!” he exclaims and Draco smiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

    ☼-🐍-☼

   the party came to an end and everyone made there way to there perspective rooms. There was surprisingly enough room for everyone, to be fair your pretty sure that your father used a spell to add some extra rooms of some sort. You put on black and white flannel pants with a black crop top, as well as a dark grey jacket.

   Draco had on a black t-shirt and his boxers. You yawn as you began to fold up your sweater and place it in your trunk. You feel hands wrap around your waist and pull you close to his chest. “I had fun tonight” Draco mumbles against the skin of your shoulder since your jacket had slipped down your arms a bit. 

   you smile and lean your head back to look at him “You did? I’m happy. I’m also happy i got to see my brother” you spoke with a warm smile. Draco hums in response and slowly begins to pull the jacket off of your arms “I promised my mum no funny business while were here Draco”

   he smirks and begins to place sweet kisses on your neck “You may have promised that, but i didn’t darling” he rasps. You feel one of his hands run across the exposed skin of your stomach as his thumb traces the hem of your pants. “Why are you always horny?” you asked.

   “I don’t know? Have you seen yourself?” he chuckles as he spins you around to face him “Come on darling~” he coos and dips down to kiss your collar bone. “I-” “-Goodnight Y/n. Goodnight Draco!” you heard Charlie, Percy, and Fred shout. Oh those little shits.

   you flush in embarrassment and sputter out a goodnight back as Draco growls in frustration. “Cockblockers” he snarls, making you laugh. “Don’t worry, there going to do it to every couple in here. Didn’t expect Percy too though, just listen” you say and Draco keep quiet to listen.

   “Night Ginny. Night Pansy!” 

   “Go away were busy!” Ginny shouts

   “Sleep tight Fleur and Bill!”

   “You all are insufferable!” Bill yells making you snicker a bit

   “We don’t have to worry about Ron and Hermione. Ron has got like zero game” Fred speaks and they all laugh.

   “Hey i heard that!” Ron shrieks in offense.

   “Sleep well George! Sleep well Luna!”

   “You guys can’t pull this shit on me! Shove off!” George shouts and you hear a door slam.

   “Goodnight” Luna says. What a sweet girl

    ☼-🐍-☼

   Kody: I hope you enjoyed this one. I really liked writing it! Anyways peace.

[chocolate-parfait]

Okay, I just got myself a tumblr account to ask for this Ikémen Vampire scenario, because the world needs this. Can you do one where the MC questions Mozart about his song "Leck mich im Arsch" (Ger. for "Kiss my ass" (lit. Lick me in the ass). I just can't imagine IkéVamp Mozart composing something like this so please be creative and do something funny. The song really exists btw. Real Mozart was a savage.

Started off serious, became trashy insults somewhere in the middle

Mozart being asked about his song “Kiss my ass” - ikevamp scenario (TW; mature language)

Thoughts are in italic

Bold AND italic is just me highlighting something

"Ugh, it hasn't even been a week and Sebastian is already burying me with work!" You mentally whined as you stretched your arms over your head. "Collect the sheets, wash the dishes, polish the shoes and wash the tablecloths..." each chore you listed made one of your fingers go up, and as the count reached ten you let out a deep sigh. You weren't even nowhere to be finished. "...ain't mama raise no weak bitch. Better get done with this before Sebastian yeets me into oblivion", you quietly spoke to yourself before going back to your full time slavery.

A lonely figure in the long corridor, you walked slightly bent forward for both the heaviness of the basket you were carrying and the mental and physical tiredness of your untrained body. As you took a turn at the end of the hallway, the lone sound of your footsteps found a companion. A sweet melody, a familiar one you had heard as a child, drifted through the air and waltzed its way to your ears. About ten meters from you there was the music room; you remembered it from Sebastian's tour of the house, but mostly because of the ever-so-friendly white haired composer that threatened you to stay kilometers away from him unless you wanted to be smacked to outer space. You had every intention of listening to him and avoiding any type of unnecessary contact with the man, but right now an irresistible curiosity pushed your feet to the prohibited door.

Was he composing something? Would he let you listen to one piece of his or play a modern-time song if you begged hard enough? somebody come git her she's dancing like a stripper If getting on your knees and throwing the last ounce of dignity you still had out of the window meant getting to witness Mozart's genius with your own two eyes --an impassable opportunity, too taunting to be ignored-- then someone better had to open up their purse and buy you some protective knee pads, 'cause ya girl was ready to crawl all around the mansion to get that P iano performance.

Inhaling some well needed air to get oxygen to your already malfunctioning brain in preparation of what was to come, you left the heavy basket full of dirty laundry and responsibilities behind and gently pushed the door open while peeking in with your head through the opening. As soon as he felt a pair of eyes on his back, Mozart abruptly stopped his magical fingers to turn to you, face contorted in an annoyed grimace.

Mozart: what.

MC: I- uh- uhm,,,, uhhhh- I... um

"Great job, chicken brain. The hero I absolutely didn't need right now"

Mozart: "I- uh- uhm,,,, uhhhh- I... um"...? I understand 15 languages and troglodyte isn't one of them. If you have nothing to say then leave.

MC: wait I-

Mozart: you didn't even knock. Are you really that impolite or did you grow up in a cave or something?

It hadn't even been 30 seconds and you had already been owned so hard not even a burnt Thanksgiving turkey could compare to this level of roasting, but there was no way in hell you were going to give up just for some edgy frail-looking man spouting some insults at you. You could probably smash him to the ground if you wanted, maybe... actually it would probably end with him snapping your neck like a twig, but at least the will to punch him was there.

You were ready to talk back with a savage comeback of your own, but before your mind could send the input to your mouth, his curt tone cut you off.

Mozart: Staring at people is a normal thing for future people? Makes me pity mankind. Get out.

...as kind as ever, the pianist! Kinda makes you want to kick him in the shins but you kept that thought to yourself.

As you were about to leave, two pair of footsteps got nearer to you from the corridor. Turning your head to the side you saw the clown duo making its way to the room, and you knew they were the ones who could provide you with the perfect chance to either succeed in your intent or bring you to a violent death.

Arthur: Oh my, what's happening in here? Is our wolfie making a move on our lovely MC before I can ask her out on a date myself?

Dazai: Good evening, Toshiko-san! Is something the matter?

And if this was your only opportunity, then you were going to use all your cards from the beginning. Mustering the best puppy eyes you could manage, you turned to the couple, and with a slightly whiny tone that resembled a half plea for help, you said:

MC: Ah, Arthur, Dazai-san! I just wanted to ask Mozart if I could listen to him playing the piano but he did nothing but be mean to me the whole time! I didn't even speak a word and he's already told me to leave twice~

Mozart: Which you didn't. So now I'm telling you a third time, leck mich. (=bug off)

Catching your subtle hint and feeling in the right mood to mess with the other fellow vampire, they decided to fan the flames of his annoyance by bringing in the discussion that one thing they knew he abhorred talking about.

Arthur: "Leck mich"? Why, Wolfie, you surprise me! You really haven't changed from your youth days, haven't you? My dear MC, did you know that the genius pianist here wrote a song called "Leck mich im Arsch"? A song about licking bums!

Dazai: Buttholes!

Arthur: Arseholes!

Dazai: Bungholes!

This was NOT the type of conversation you would've expected to have in a house full of historically important figures of such caliber, and foremost you were so close to bursting into a raging fit of laughter that only the scary aura of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was preventing you to do so. Despite the amusement you were worried the vein on his temple would explode and show you something you did not sign up for.

Mozart: Haven't I already told you not to bring that up?

Dazai: My, what a chilling smile, Wolfie-kun! Keep that up and you'll scare all the ladies away~

MC: pft——— what ladies?

Mozart: What are you laughing about, dumbass

Arthur: Woah, woah, woah! That's not the proper way to speak to a lady, Mozie! Bad wolf, bad!

Mozart: Did you take me for a dog, you four eyed caveman?

The more the snow white haired man was filled with rage, the more the situation escalated into something even more ridiculous , so much that in the midst of it you didn't even mind the recent insult.

But something was nagging you at the back of your mind. Why did someone as much as a clean freak as him write a song about licking ass? Though you realized Arthur probably gave you the literal translation just to be more direct about his bullying, you guessed it still was something pretty vulgar for someone like him. although you had to admit that the gracious idea you had of him crumbled away the second he opened his mouth

MC: I would've never expected someone like you to write such a song...

Mozart: What are you talking about?

MC: Uhm, you know, you're pretty neat, you don't let anyone touch your piano because of their 'filthy hands'... a piece about butts is a bit...

Mozart: I was still young at the time. My humor used to be different from now, people change in the span of 100 years, you know?

Arthur: Sense of humor? I wasn't aware you had one!

Mozart: Ahahah, so very funny, you stupid tratschtante (=gossip aunt)

Dazai: Maa maa (=now, now ; ara ara maa maa), I don't think the song is that out of character. After all, "licking butts" still has the idea of cleaning something, doesn't it?

Everyone: ...

Arthur: ...That was a bit too much

MC: Yeah, it was.

Mozart: Disgusting. This is why I dont like you people

MC: Wait, so can I listen to-

Mozart: Scram. All of you.

[vegetalass]

can i get uhh, the boys dating a dominant woman/person for the first time 👁👁 can be nsfw or not, your choice! if it’s silly you don’t have to fill it- btw i love ur your writing muah

👁👁 Wow…… Anon, you’re my best friend now and ily… Dominant HCs unlock my sharingan tbh… but my taste is actually really particular and not very mainstream so i really hope that this is what you had in mind and is suitable! Hopefully this is nsfw-enough for you!! 

18+!!!

sorry everyone because i went crazy again and this is super…. Long…..

Lowkey this is me @ myself rn tho for finishing this (although tell me why this sounds like the way abigail talks to john LMFAOOO) 

Arthur 

Despite being the biggest yes-man on the planet, he’s not really used to being considered the “submissive” one in any relationship

He’s big and tough looking, so anyone who can get up in his face and boss him around is pretty commendable in his eyes

Especially if it’s a romantic partner

It’s a little awkward at first because he’s so used to being the one providing for everyone, that being taken care of, or even just having his needs thought about, really makes him 🥺😳

To him, what’s attractive about having a dominant partner is partially just knowing that he doesn’t have to hide anything about himself

You WANT him to be himself, and will call him out when he’s not

In a way, he also honestly doesn’t mind not having to be there for you 24/7

That isn’t to say he’s not prepared to fight for and protect you, but knowing that you’ll stand by his side and always tell him how you really feel brings him a great deal of comfort 

If you fight with him about joining him for rides, bounties or chores for Dutch... 

Not only does it make the trips easier, but it also starts making the sex better

Basically... AFTER WORK SEX!!

(Sorry mom, please forgive me) 

And while it doesn’t happen at first... Once you let the pet names start slipping, he’s officially a goner 

The more intense they are, the better 

Sweetie, Baby, Sugar, Pookie, etc. all have him melting in a puddle 

Especially if you’re nonchalant about it and pretend not to notice what it does to him 

All soft smiles and “Arthur, Baby, tell me where you left Charles’ bow?” 

Yes, he has to pass away 

(Not really though because we already lost him once) 

Once you start sharing a tent/cot/bed.... You have to be the big spoon 

People might disagree with this… But he is just in love with you trying to wrap both your arms around him and the way you throw your leg over his hip

Cuddle him like a teddy bear and squish his face in your chest PLEASE

It makes him feel loved and needed… And frankly… He deserves it

(I actually have this down as inspiration for a fic, but…) I just imagine your relationship being one where you’re the one who makes him take care of himself, where you’re always trying to make sure he’s healthy and you do all the shopping for him and you’re the one to pick out all his new clothes.... And you make him stand still for you as you hold them all up to his chest to make sure they fit him right 

And he squirms when you touch him

He just feels good knowing that people see him being loved and getting taken care of

Basically, as long as it’s genuine, just treat him like your baby and he’s yours forever

John 

HOOO BOY

We already know this guy likes dominant people (*cough* Abigail *cough*)... But I really can’t lie to y’all… He’s a simp

The Absolute King of Simps 

At the beginning of your relationship, just as you’re getting serious and he’s begging to realize you aren’t namby-pamby, you could say anything to him and he’d just turn into a huge blushing fool 

Stuttering and everything when you ask him for things or for his help

Kisses are all opened-eyed, intense, and focused

He brings you some wildflowers that he found laying around and when you reach out to try to kiss him in thanks... 

You guessed it, he passes away 

Once you get more comfortable with each other, if you start standing up to Abigail on his behalf... He’d do anything for you 

Not that he doesn’t care for Abigail, but it’s easier when he has backup and someone around who doesn’t tell him that he’s shitty all the time

Watching you get annoyed when Abigail says something mean makes him feel better

Before this all started, though, he has to admit that he did have a little fun trying to have secret sex with you before you came out as a couple 

Loves it when you start toying with his clothes when he’s around.... 

Do things like stick your hands in his pockets or hold onto his suspenders or belt loops as he’s walking or passing you by 

That thing you sometimes see old married couples do when one has their arms wrapped around the other while they’re doing something boring and mundane like sitting around 

Um... Do that to him

Since he’s bad with expressing himself and has been verbally brutalized by Abigail on more than one occasion, his favorite thing is really just physical contact... 

Especially if you aren’t shy about it 

Okay I’m gonna day something controversial.... Straddle him... thanks and goodnight everybody

“John?” You call to him, though it’s more of a call for attention than a question, “Kiss me.” 

Lowkey this shit has me so fucked up bro 

Charles 

When he first realizes he’s pursuing someone more dominant than him, he’s a little bit… at a loss

He was raised a respectable gentleman, always taught to treat his partners delicately, so when he starts dating someone so bold and unafraid, it’s a little bit confusing to him

That’s not to say he doesn’t like it… but it’s honestly just unusual that he’s not exactly intimidating to you 

Most people find him quite large and overpowering, and never hesitate to question his skills as a natural leader... so having someone around him who takes the reigns from him ends up being a nice change

He just never really knew there was another option for him

This applies to sex, too, as he highkey enjoys sitting back and letting you take charge and pamper him 

He also ends up becoming really appreciative of the fact that you never hesitate to fight alongside him or take over what he’s doing

If Dutch ever sends you on a mission together… it’s over for anyone who gets in your way

He’s absolutely in love with the way you’re able to handle yourself around big tough guys 

And if you have a sharp tongue, that’s even better

The more headstrong and passionate about your beliefs you are, the better, basically

Literally power couple vibes only

Even if you just started dating, if you say anything mean to Micah… he’s going to get a boner 

Even just seeing you fight with people, verbally or physically, is also a turn on

Not even bothered if anyone tries to clown for being into someone dominant 

Cue him: *thinking about all the times you’ve had bomb ass sex* *sunglasses emoji*

Your sex life is basically a Megan Thee Stallion song 

Sorry, I don’t make the rules 

Lowkey if you ever told him to shut up or be quiet during an argument or sex he’d be 100000000x more in love with you

As long as you always have a mutual respect for one another and others, he’s gucci with practically anything else

Micah 

Knowing what we know about Micah… This one is a little bit tough

In the beginning, despite his obvious attraction, he will most likely try to fight with you and try to put you “back in your place”

Obviously, this absolutely does not work and he loses the fight every time 

But once his anger turns into sexual attraction... It feels good to just give up

It’s definitely kind of a sore subject for him, at first

Not that he doesn’t want to be with you, but he’s afraid of being seen as weak after talking all his big shit 

Even after you start dating, it takes awhile for him to truly calm down 

His eventual submission is partially based on the fact that he doesn’t want people to think he’s a bad boyfriend 

And the line is already very thin

Honestly, just pull your big ol’ puppy dog eyes on him (and/or threaten to leave him) and he’ll just sigh and go along with whatever you want

He’s both surprised and unsurprised that it becomes such that he has to “earn” any affection from you 

You don’t really express this outright, but you both know it’s all deliberate

He begins to like the feeling of giving in and making you happy, and though it takes him awhile to get used to, he definitely starts to like pleasing you (and yes, in every single way), as well

It’s an accomplishment that he can actually take pride in

Especially since you started withholding affection from him when he gets a little too high on his horse 

Knowing you’re pleased with him and seeing you happy, along with the kisses (and… more) he knows he’ll receive later, is the reward in and of itself

Lowkey just proud of the fact that he can keep a fighter happy 

Honestly, I’m just imagining him being all grumpy about having to do something for you, but still doing it anyway 

“But Micah, I thought you wanted to make me happy?” Or “Awe, Micah, don’t make me sad…” 

He’s like “Smh, fuck” because you know he can’t resist when you’re being s✨a✨s✨s✨y

If you ever call him Daddy to tease him, he 100% will call you Mommy

Dutch  

Please pussy whip this dude, PLEASE

He literally deserves nothing less

He’s so used to being with docile and private girls that the attraction to you is not only needed, but also very natural 

He notices it at first by the way you stare at him

It’s a curious look, not exactly mean, but not exactly kind either

As we know, he doesn’t really like it when people challenge his ideas, but for some reason, whenever it comes to you… He’s willing to lend an ear to hear what you have to say 

That being said, most of the time it’s just to tell him to stop picking on Arthur or siding with Micah (because what else would it be about? 🤡)

Micah gets pissy about this and tries to tell Dutch to stop listening to you, but you just tell just tell him off, too 

Dutch is always surprised that he finds this attractive

Honestly, being with someone who he considers to be on the same level as him is very alluring 

The fact that you value your own opinions as much as he values his… 

It’s spicy, basically

Most of the time, you have to force him to give you affection 

Not by begging, but by demanding 

Hold out your hand until he holds it, or strip in a place where he can see you but can’t touch

(Tie him up *cough*) 

And when he’s standing around camp, busy doing work or talking to people, hug him from behind, drape yourself on him, or make a place for yourself on his lap… ANYTHING to distract him and to get what you deserve

It drives him crazy, but at the same time, he can’t resist a lil brat like that

That being said…at the same time, he is also someone who needs to earn affection from you

He doesn’t realize this, but you are just as stubborn as he is, and as soon as he realizes he’s been ignoring you for too long and you’ve stopped giving him any attention… WHEW!

He will really start acting like a clown just to get you to touch him again

Especially if he sees you pretending to twirl your hair around the other boys in camp 

Eventually, he discovers he needs to beg for you 

Give you things, call you sweet names, massage you, take you on trips out of camp, have Pearson give you extras... Anything and everything to show you that he’s sorry

It works… eventually… and when you’re finally together… unbutton his clothes and pull his hair to tell him how he makes you feel

 Steal the cigar from straight out of his mouth and start to smoke it... See what he lets you do to him later

Turned on by the fact that he thinks you need him and he needs you, but at the same time, definitely down to be a cuck if you ask

It takes a while, but he turns into a total “Yea, Dear” and “Anything for you” type eventually

Unfortunately, though he likes praise, it’s not fun to give it to him simply because he already thinks he’s so great

No you’re not, King, I promise...

Kieran 

God, it’s really not hard to be the dominant one with him

He’s used to being told what to do, so when he starts noticing his attraction to you, there’s no surprise why

That being said, it’s definitely more of a gentle dominance he finds himself drawn to 

While his general efforts at existing often go unnoticed by most, it’s the praise you give him that really gets him the most in the beginning

Later, that evolves into being praised in the bedroom… But that’s a story for another time *winky face* 

All I have to say… Handjobs 

Also… edge him

Okay bye now for real 

It’s very likely you’ll have to start the relationship off slow, but before you know it, he’ll be wrapped around your finger

That being said, do not abuse this power *insert gun emoji* 

Of course he needs to be bossed around, but it has to be with good intentions 

“Kieran, Sweetie, would you mind taking my horse out today?” And “Kieran, could you please get the washing bins set up for me?” AND “Kieran, would you mind grabbing something for me, babe?” 

The list goes on and on and on... and yet he is happy to do it all for you 

It’s all in the way you whine his name

Because yes, you got him. 

Also, please tease him

While he is a pretty shy about it, he has to admit he loves that the way you poke fun at him makes his heart beat fast

“Aw, Kieran, don’t be shy!” And “You like that, huh?” 

Initiate lots of PDA, since he absolutely loves it but is too shy to do it himself

Kiss him on the cheek, drag him around by the arm, play with his hair, ANYTHING, and he’s putty in your hands

Flash him in public…………....

Praise Jesus

YES, HE IS THE LITTLE SPOON!

Javier

Javier thinks very highly of himself, so meeting and falling for someone dominant is actually very surprising to him

This is partially due to the fact that because he thinks so highly of himself, he’s never visualized his relationship as anything other than with him as the top

Once your relationship takes off, however, he realizes that he actually doesn’t mind being the one who gets taken care of

He is quite spoiled, after all

That being said, he is probably very private about the whole thing, mostly because he’d be the most sensitive about getting teased for being “submissive”

Once the honeymoon phase is over, though, it’s a lot easier to treat him the way you want to 

Wear clothes that belong to him, especially clothes that he likes

Not only does he think this is extremely sexy, but it also means that he has a harder time choosing his own outfits

Plus, he loves a good strip tease… 

Dodge him when he tries to kiss you or cover his lips with your fingers

Then tease him when he thinks you’re done and keeps trying to give you affection

The best way to get him to pay attention to you is by ignoring him 

It’s not as severe or as serious as it with Dutch, but pretending you don’t see him when he’s showing off or talking to you immediately gets you whatever you want

It’s all in good fun, though 

P u l l  h i s  h a i r

ESPECIALLY if you’re trying to get something from/out of him

Highkey, this dude loves cuddles

They’re one of the few things he’s open about begging for

You can tease him for this, but as long as you give in and just… hold him… he’s a very happy boy

 Big fan of spooning but also of just being tangled up with you in any which way… 

It doesn’t matter if he’s laying on you or you’re laying on him

Both are good

Lowkey... do nasty things to him at the campfire

It doesn’t even have to be that nasty, even just putting your hand on his inner thigh or up his shirt is enough to Put Him on High Alert

Pinch him...

Just… pinch him, please. 

He likes it

Despite enjoying your dominance, at the end of the day, he doesn’t mind it if you get a little bratty and demanding sometimes, too 

Especially in the bedroom *winky face* 

[loupsgarou]

tag!

ho shit am i late to answer these.. both @frankiemorales and @inthorantine tagged me in these games that are strangely alike save a few extra questions (thanks lovelies!!!). in turn i’m tagging @caracynthiadune, @spacelabrathor, @arthur-morgvn, @thoresque, @mirthcrowned and whoever else hasn’t done this yet. have fun 💙💙💙

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nationality - glad-to-be-a-Texan latina

fave song - i can’t pick just one and can’t think of one rn either skflslkjd

last book - the only one i finished within the last ten yrs was The Book Thief.. excellent book btw

top (3) fictional universes i wanna live in - rn only the Pokémon universe comes to mind welp

fave author(s) - Rupi Kaur, Shakespeare, JRR Tolkien, Tite Kubo, @spacelabrathor too (her fics are the only ones i’ve read recently shhh)

fave animal noises - ??? when my dog goes “Woof” in her sleep and grumbles when she’s getting scratchies.. she’s half Husky and therefore v animated.. she’s an adorable lil shit and i’ve raised her well

random - i can’t have long finger nails? my nails start chipping if i neglect them after a wk or two, nvm that i’ve gotten to where i prefer short nails

[quidfree]

Hi! Thinking of Dumbledore + Sirius, do you think Sirius would feel sympathy for Dumbledore if he knew about how torn he was btw his siblings + feeling trapped? I judged him harshly at first, but now I think about the difficulty about losing both parents + sibling, but not wanting to sacrifice everything to step in as parent + guilt that comes with that. I do think Dumbledore loved his siblings + I was happy when his bro said he did a good job with their sis before her death.

hi! this is an interesting one hm

the thing abt dumbledore is that i’m pretty sympathetic to him all things considered- i’ve never really taken the time to explain my feelings about him on here but i definitely don’t think he’s snape levels of “fandom should see he’s irredeemably terrible!”, though i have a lot of qualms about him. he’s certainly not the hero rowling thinks he is, but he’s also not the guy rita skeeter says he is, to put it succintly.

on the one hand, i do think canon mostly fails to acknowledge that he was very manipulative/calculating and made a lot of very cold (or just plain terrible) choices- everything to do with sirius, for one, as well as the whole dursley situation. i know there’s a couple of reasons harry had to live with them (supposedly...) and i can’t be bothered to go into them, but even then i never understood why he couldn’t have done to petunia what he does in OOTP (?) sooner- send a letter to scare the shit out of her and remind her to treat harry decently or at least leave him to his own devices. like, there was so much he could have done in the years between the potters’ deaths and hogwarts- that squib neighbour was already spying/reporting for him, so he was fully aware of it all, idk. i just find that whole thing exemplary of his callousness. it’s more unforgivable to me than raising harry knowing he might need to die for the cause- because that was necessary to defeat voldemort, but giving harry an escape from abuse was so avoidable. his handling of other characters also doesn’t paint him in the best light, sirius as most obvious suspect- there’s a good piece on tumblr about sirius being a liability in his eyes because he’s not loyal to dumbledore or his cause above all else, but to the potters (and ultimately harry) and his own code, and i really think it’s the best reading of dumbledore’s handling of sirius in OOTP, because i always found that kind of insane. it’s brain-dead obvious that the worst thing to do with sirius (especially if you were worried about his unhinged state and whatnot) would be sticking him in grimmauld place- even if they had to keep him hidden, they could have let him floo between order hideouts! see other people! prowl london as a dog! it’s insane that dumbledore of all people would be that dumb about it, so it makes the most sense to me as him locking sirius up where he’s the most contained.

on the other hand, dumbledore was both a quirky schoolmaster and a wartime militia leader, and i think a lot of the weirdness in his character is bc rowling set out to write a much more child-like series than she ended up writing. dumbledore is a pretty iconic guy in the books, manipulations included- he’s such a chessmaster, and he has flair, as kingsley would put it. most importantly he clearly tries very hard to orchestrate the best possible outcome for the entire world- not based on arbitrary beliefs or personal whims, but because he’s sort of the main bastion of hope in the wizarding world. i don’t necessarily think his actions in this context are all excusable, but he’s a war-time leader, and pretty much knows it’s all down to him- although the order is certainly competent, it’s a very ragtag group of people dumbledore holds together, and in terms of skill, knowledge and aura he’s their biggest asset. he’s already been through a wizarding war where he probably set out to murder the love of his life, another wizard supremacist wackjob! we know he’s long past egoism- he’s genuinely For The Greater Good, and he clearly cares about harry; his choices are undoubtedly not made lightly. it’s also important to note just how bad wizarding society as a whole is on these issues- even the most muggle-friendly wizards are remarkably ignorant about them (arthur weasley), and everyone else is at least marginally bigoted; bigotry is built into the fabric of their society, and their government is extemely complacent/corrupt, so the order and their ilk are very much on their own, while people like the malfoys are tolerated despite the open secret of their wartime alliances. dumbledore has a tough job, and he doesn’t know all the things the reader knows. so i think the op-eds calling him Just As Bad As Voldemort or whatever are missing any nuance.

then we get into dumbledore’s backstory. it explains a lot about him, i think. it’s interesting to me that he’s so consistent as a character- he has always been about The Greater Good, and he’s always had an ego, but as a child he let the latter dictate the former and as an adult he forever attempted to substract it from himself lest he repeat the same mistakes. some more questionable rep from ms rowling in having her (1) gay character be the guy literally seduced into wizard supremacy by his evil boyfriend, but i always liked that beat of a very isolated extremely intelligent character drawn into a warped sense of righteousness- it’s also very consistent of dumbledore to believe he’s doing the best for someone when he’s not really thinking about that at all, which is the case with his sister. obviously his family’s story is tragic, and then he gets pulled into this fake vision of a better world, validated in his brilliance, and then there’s his mother’s death, and then his sister, and suddenly it’s all come crashing down and he spends the next years of his life slowly realizing he’s the only one who can stop a project he might have been overseeing once. aberforth lays into him for it, and fair enough, but jesus, what a shitty spot to be in fresh out of hogwarts. i don’t know if it’s because i’m an older sibling, but i can understand the horrible burden of knowing that it’s always on you to think of yourself second, even when you’re inches away from the best thing in your life.

getting sidetracked- the question was about sirius and dumbledore. the thing abt LMV is that i try to keep my own opinions out of it; the marauders-dumbledore dynamic is a difficult one. they all respect him endlessly, and in school i think they adored him, but as a wartime leader it gets complicated. i think in canon their relationship was better, just a little strained (and a little more for others) bc of his style of leadership- you know, keeping secrets, playing games etc. in LMV, though, his machinations got them personally into some shit, so i wagered things would be more terse. james i think thinks most positively of him, as he is wont to do so, except where he is somehow at odds with sirius, because his loyalties there are clear and he is far more violently protective of sirius than he lets on. lily is a close second, because she’s a big picture thinker and gets how hard his job is, but she tends to be wary of his reasoning. remus is a more distrustful person by nature, and dumbledore using him for werewolf stuff wears him down. sirius is not a fan of authority, does not like secrets, and hates people using him as a pawn, so things are most strained for him, obviously. i think a lot of dumbledore introspection in LMV is from sirius’ POV, somewhat accidentally, so he gets a harsh rep.

to finally get to the specifics of your question: would dumbledore’s backstory get sirius to sympathise? arguably not much. sirius is a tricky guy, esp because i write him in a period that we know nothing about. he’s not a cocky slightly feral 15 year old, and he’s not a traumatised 30 something prison escapee; i try to get a plausible balance, so i don’t lend sirius in LMV so much of OOTP sirius’ world-weary wisdom. he’s 21, and in a war where the other side are wizard nazis he’s mostly related to somehow; he sees things in blacks and whites almost necessarily. so either you’re good or bad, trustworthy or not. peter crossed the threshold, so he’s dead to him; regulus turned himself in, but he’s one of them, so sirius doesn’t know what to do with him. sirius might understand how hard it is to have younger siblings you love fiercely who don’t understand your commitment to a higher goal, but dumbledore was on the wrong side of things that time, so i don’t think he would draw any sympathetic parallels- i don’t see why he of all people would feel bad for where dumbledore’s youthful aspirations of wizarding supremacy lead him, despite his good intentions. he’s not very forgiving of bigotry, i think especially because he’s cut all ties with his own background so harshly.

tldr; i feel for the guy, and his life was fucked, but sirius probably would not, and dumbledore got enough unwarranted hero worship considering his dodgy actions that i don’t resent sirius for holding that grudge.

[kissthebooboo]

🎼 📀 ✏️!! :D

🎼 what type of music do you listen to?

mostly music box because it so nice & soft~😇✨💞 also disney songs !! like from moana!🌊 coco!🎤 beauty & beast!🌸 and more movie like that~😋🌱✨🐰

💿 favourite thing to watch in little space?

wowowow! this soo exciting because i hab alots to say for this one~!! i like wow wow wubbzy!🍌 blue’s clues!🐶 oswald!🐙 brother bear!🐻 telletubbies!🌱 the big comfy couch!!🛋 caillou!✨ moana!🌊 max & ruby!🐰 clifford big red dog!🦮 cyberchase!🦜 rugrats!👾 matilda!🤹‍♀️ dragon tales!!🦖 arthur!🌸 maggie & beast!🐾 madeline!🧸 wonder pets!🐥 and a lot more!!! woww🤩

✏️ what are you passionate about?

i am very passionate about the arts!! 😇✨ like drawing &colouring~🖍📒🖌 i like bringing my idea to life and adding pretty colours~!😊🌱🌸 and i like writing... iam not too good at putting my thoughts to words 😓 but that ok! because i still an very passionate about it 😋📝👍 hmm... i like music a lot!! it so interesting to hear all different instruments in songs🥁🎷🎻🤩 AND~~~ i loveeeee movies!!📽📺 it very fun to watch movies but i also want to make movies too~!! 🥰💞🌀 hmm.. maybe someday~~ fingers crossed! 👍

thank you so much for these questions bee~~! i love ur blog btw 😋✨💞👍

sorry it take me so long to answer..😅💞 but i rlly like these questions !! so tank you again😋

fun questions to ask me~~!!😇🌸🌱✨🐰

[arthur-his-hat]

I hope it's not too much to ask but I absolutely loved the way you wrote the magical reader HC's and wanted to request Charles, Arthur, Bill, and Javier reacting to someone who can shape shift into animals. Thanks you!

oooohhhh i got u ! thank u sm btw ahh djxbxb ❤️❤️

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charles

“can you be a horse?”

tbh he’s obsessed with it omg like he wants u to be a dog then a cat then a horse he’s so amazed

it comes in handy too bc if a horse dies u can shift into a horse and ride home jdndnd it’s so cool to him

wants u to be a centipede when you’re in hotels to sneak into bathroom then shift back and have bath sex heh oopsie

also likes when ur a bird so u can sit on his shoulder and just hang out

he’s really tuned in with nature so honestly ???? it’s his favorite thing ever

arthur

pls be a dog when y’all are in town he lives for the soft bark and the headbutt to his hand when you’re walking side by side

he likes when you’re a dog too bc for some reason he really loves to cuddle dogs ?

so when ur laying on his cot beside him in dog for with his nose pressed into ur shoulder ??? he’s in heaven

he always says ur his dog lucy when ur in dog form

also loves when u shift into animals he feels like drawing so he’s got something to reference ahhh u help him with his art it’s cute

bill

he really hates to admit it but he loves when you shift into a little kitty

HE LOVES CATS OKAY LEAVE HIM ALONE

he likes how soft u purr when he pets u and how sweet and soft u are ahhh its adorable to him

likes to kiss ur head when ur a kitty !!!!! it’s so sweet and he can just hold you tight and listen to u purr he loves it so much tbh

also ? he loves ??? your little toe beans ????? it’s the cutest thing ever ????

javier

he’s a little afraid ? he’s he not one questioning how these powers came to be lol

he’s concerned tbh bc he doesn’t know if it hurts when you switch or whatever

when he isn’t worrying tho he likes when ur a fox

he thinks foxes are the most sly creatures in the woods

also um bragging rights bc who has a fox following them around all day

but mainly he likes when ur urself bc he thinks ur adorable that way hehe

[reddeadmort]

Hmm dunno if you do modern Arthur ones but I'd love a modern or time-travelling Arthur reacting to snapchat filters. Can includes other gang members too, whomever you feel like writing.

Thank you for being so patient @nordic-breeze ! This started as just a general Arthur and social media, but then kind of accidentally evolved into a slight commentary of issues that women sometimes face. Not too sure on this one, but I hope it’s along the lines of what you were hoping for :) 

If anyone wants a bit of background reading/scene setting, I wrote some HC’s for my take on Modern Arthur - they can be found here. 

Btw, the catcalls/comments are real ones, taken from videos on youtube. And, tbh, they are some of the milder ones that feature.

Modern Arthur x f! reader | “Surely that’s enough photos now….”

Guidance: Minor fluff, protective Arthur, catcalling/sexual comments/threats

Words: 2.1k

“I just���.. I don’t understand? Why do I need to be in the picture, surely it’s the skyline they want to see?”

Arthur was standing in the doorway of your balcony, facing away from you, looking out over the city. He was topless, leaning against the door frame with his arms and ankles crossed.

“Arthur, they’re following you to see YOU, not some boring modern buildings” you chuckled, as you took yet another photo.

You’d waited a while before introducing Arthur to the concept of social media; you didn’t really use it all that much yourself. You quite enjoyed using Snapchat, it was an easy way to keep up to date with your friends back home. Arthur had asked what you were doing during one of your selfie sessions sat next to him on the sofa; you’d shown him some of filters, but they completely befuddled him. 

When you’d flicked on the flower crown, he’d looked frantically between your head and the face on the screen, muttering “but there’s nothing there…” to himself. He’d practically jumped over the back of the couch when you’d done a face swap with him; it was all a bit too much. He’d spent the rest of the evening in a bit of a confused grump, occasionally pausing Netflix to ask a question -  “why do people want to take so many pictures of their own face”, “why do they change how you look so much” “why would you want to look like a dog”. You tried explaining that it was just a bit of fun, but knew when a concept was a lost cause.

Arthur was much happier to help you out with your Instagram. You didn’t post that often, mostly nice photos you’d taken on your treks. But Arthur enjoyed helping you with pictures, and the man did have an artistic flair; he’d gotten pretty good at framing the photos. He’d even started taking some pictures of his work building treehouses, mostly just to show you. Eventually, you managed to persuade him that posting these to Instagram might help promote his business; he’d agreed, but only under the proviso that you dealt with the actual posts/timings/hashtags etc. You had got a few good leads for his work through Instagram, but those jobs were mostly for rich families that had more money than sense. Arthur didn’t love doing these projects, they always ended being more 4 bedroom houses on stilts than rustic treehouses, but they did mean that he could afford to do builds for local charities at less than cost price.

But you knew that the main reason people followed Arthur was for Arthur, no matter how beautiful his work was. And so here you were, once again making him reluctantly pose for yet another picture.

“There we go, plenty to choose from now. You’re free to go now Arthur.” He let out an audible sigh of relief as he walked over to you to have a look at what you’d taken.

“I really don’t see why this is a good picture. All you can see is me pretty much.” Arthur shook his head. “Those ones that fella took of animals back in my time were much better”.

“Arthur, I’ve got 4 words for you: shoulder to waist ratio.”

“I’ll pretend I know what that means” he grunted as he pulled his t-shirt back on over his head. It had a Thor design on it; Arthur had become quite keen on Marvel. That photo you’d posted on your Instagram of him messing around, pretending to pull something out of the ground (copying the first Thor film), had got thousands of likes, despite you only having a few hundred followers. It was at that point you’d decided to set up his own account.

“Anyway Y/N, we best be goin’ to the gym if we want to eat before bed.”

“Yeh, good point, I’ll go grab my stuff.” You went to grab your workout bag with your clothes in from your bedroom as Arthur went and got changed into his, then started the short walk to the gym. As you walked, you chatted, then Arthur asked you a question.

“Here, Y/N, how come you don’t wear your gym clothes? Why’d ya always get changed there? We only live a few streets away.”

“Because, Arthur, I don’t like the attention I get. It’s not so bad when we walk together, but if I’m by myself…. It makes me uncomfortable. It can be pretty bad even if I’m not wearing my workout stuff.”

“I don’t understand? What attention?” 

Sighing, you came to a stop, looking around.

“Look, Arthur, see that group of lads sat outside that shop?” you pointed up the street. “I see them a lot. I hear them a lot. Just walk behind me a bit, close enough to hear what they say, not so close that they think we’re together.”

“Alright, but I don’t really know why. They usually don’t say anything to me.”

“Arthur, that’s because you’re not a… never mind, just follow and listen, okay? And only listen. Whatever you hear, DON’T do anything, promise?”

Arthur grunted as you walked off, then followed behind as instructed. As you suspected, even though you weren’t wearing your gym leggings and sports top, the lads quickly took notice of you.

“Hey what’s up girl, how you doin’!”

“Smile baby!”

“That’s a gorgeous ass, I’d like to hold you down while I slap it”

“Hey bitch, we’re complimenting you, you should thank us!”

You controlled your breathing and continued to walk at a steady pace, stopping in a doorway further up the street so Arthur could catch up. When he did, he looked furious.

“I’m gonna kill ‘em.” He muttered through clenched teeth.

“Arthur, you can’t. And anyway, there’s like 6 of them and one of you. Let’s not get you arrested or killed, alright?”

“But…. they shouldn’t be sayin’ those things (Y/N)! It ain’t right.” You could see him clenching and unclenching his fists.

“No Arthur, it isn’t. And I hate that because of men like them I’ve changed my behaviour and changed what I wear. But I do it to try and make myself feel safer, cause one day, someone may do more than just say things.”

Arthur wrapped his large arms around you and hugged you tight. “I’m sorry (Y/N), sorry that I didn’t understand.”

“It’s alright Arthur, now come on, we want to get to the gym while it’s not too busy.”

Arthur was quieter than normal as you walked the rest of the way – you could tell he was mulling things over. Being yanked from his time into the modern world had made him a bit naïve; it baffled him that 100 or so years later, some of the same issues still existed. 

——-

Arthur was indeed thinking about what he’d heard, but he was also thinking about what he himself had said in the past. Some of those off-hand comments to prostitutes in the saloons, things he’d said to Karen when she’d been drunk…….

You thought he was a good man, and here and now he’d done nothing to prove you wrong, but every so often a memory of his past would float up, reminding him of the things he used to do. But he’d been given a second chance - this time, he was determined to do better.

—–

You had a good workout; you always did with Arthur. You would chat and laugh together, and he was always great at motivating and encouraging you. You helped out each other’s routines where you could, but one thing you could not do was spot him. For god’s sake, the man benched way more than you even weighed. When it came time for this part of his workout, you left him with some of the other gym guys he’d grown friendly with and went to do your cardio. You didn’t love running on a treadmill, but in the city it was really the only option.

You were in your own little world when you noticed a man stood to your side talking to you. He was smiling at you; you took your headphones out, assuming he wanted to ask how much longer you’d be.

“Hello gorgeous.” Those words, from someone you didn’t know, gave you chills. “I’d love to give you some tips.”

“I’m alright thanks” you said as you gave a slight smile. It was one that you’d carefully crafted over the years; not quite big enough to encourage someone, not too small as to risk being called rude.

“No, sweetcheeks, you realllllly need my help. Here…..” As the man said it, he stepped even closer and put his hand on your back, while you were still jogging.

You slammed the stop on the machine and turned as quickly as you could away from him.

“I said I’m fine, please don’t touch me.” You were forceful, but not loud – you really didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of the gym.

“Bitch, you need my help. You need teaching a thing or two.” The man grabbed at you again, this time managing to get your wrist. He was big, strong, you tried to pull away but you couldn’t. Sod not causing a scene, you thought, I’m getting this fucker banned.

You were about to scream at the man when suddenly he let you go. This had something to do with the fact that an enraged, sweating Arthur had grabbed him by the front of his shirt and was practically lifting him off the ground. Arthur wasn’t much larger than him, but much stronger; Arthur wasn’t a poser, he worked out for strength, relaxation, not definition.

“I think the lady said she’s fine without you goddammit” he snarled into the man’s face.

“What the fuck do you care buddy” the man retorted back, pushing Arthur away. “Me and this bitch need to do some more talking.” This man either had balls of steel or was a complete moron. You suspected the latter; a case of more muscles than brain cells.

“No, mister, me and you need to do some talkin’. And I think my friends might want to help with that.“ The man paled as he finally looked past Arthur.

Turning, you saw what he’d just seen; 3 of Arthur’s gym friends, each of them the same size or even larger than Arthur. You knew these guys, they were always polite, always happy to help you when some other arsehole had left some massive weights on a stand you wanted to use. And, as an added bonus, one of them was the gym’s manager.

“I’ll finish this with you another time girly” the man hissed at you, before quickly turning and walking away as Arthur took a step forwards.

“No he bloody won’t. Y/N, I’m so sorry about this, I’ll go and get him revoked right away” said the manager. “I’ll also make sure that the office send round his picture to all the local gyms, try and stop him doing it elsewhere. If you want me to ring someone, just say.” You nodded and smiled, as the others went back to what they were doing. Arthur stayed with you, checking your wrist.

“You alright (Y/N)? I’m sorry for intervenin’, I know ya could’ve handled him, I just saw red. Especially after what you showed me earlier.”

“Yeh, I’m fine, thanks Arthur” you smiled at him as he rubbed your bruised wrist. “I just wish it wasn’t something I had to deal with, you know?”

“Yeh, I know. I just don’t understand why nothin’ much has really changed. At least back with the gang I could deal with someone that did stuff like this properly.” As you looked into his eyes, you could see that glimmer of animalistic rage that appeared occasionally. Arthur had done well to adjust to modern life, but you knew that sometimes he struggled with not being able to fight his way out of situations. It had worked well for him for years back in his time - to a point anyway.

“Come on Arthur, why don’t we go and do a little bit on the punching bags to cool off. We can take a few more pictures.”

Arthur groaned. “Surely we’ve got enough pictures already?”

“Stop your whining, I know you secretly love the attention.” You jokingly stuck your tongue out out him. “Tell you what, I’ll treat you to dinner on the way back after, to say thanks for being my big burly cowboy.” You knew Arthur liked it when you called him a cowboy, it always made him laugh and think of some of those ridiculous films.

“Sound’s like a plan, Y/N. As long as I getta choose.”

“So, Five Guys again then.” Arthur grinned as you sighed, smiling, and went to finish your workout.

[the-backspin-alchemist]

280I got tagged by @simplyghosting! (Thanks, friend!)

Name: Liam

Nicknames: Backspin, Leem, That Idiot With The Goddamn Hat

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 5′6

Languages: English. Just English, sadly. My primary school couldn’t hold a French or Spanish teacher for more than a year consecutively, so my education in other languages people actually speak is limited, as I took Latin in high school and have since repressed much of my memory of high school.

Nationality: USA

Favorite season: Fall/Winter.

Favorite flower: Iris.

Favorite scent: Vanilla.

Dogs or cats?: ...dogs. But like. Only barely.

Number of blankets: All.

Dream trip: Ireland, Vienna, or Tokyo. Any one of the three.

Blog established: Uuuuuuh some time in 2013...? It’s been a while, I forget precisely when...

Random fact: My family on my dad’s side are descended from a bunch of ax-murderers that killed so many people they got kicked out of Scotland and exiled to Ireland for a few hundred years.

Gender: Male

Current time: 2:43 PM

Favorite fictional character: Hmmm...that’s hard. Toss up between Ed Elric, Celty Sturluson, or Imperator Furiosa.

Coffee, hot tea, or hot chocolate?: I was gonna post the Polar Express conductor meme, but I couldn’t find it that easily.

Hot chocolate, then tea, then coffee.

Average hours of sleep: [REDACTED]

(I have no idea, my sleep schedule is nonexistent right now)

Favorite artists: Rush, Pendulum, Jade Cicada, Jeremy Blake, Mick Gordon, Porter Robinson, G Jones, Madeon, Gramatik, Linkin Park

Stuck in my head: Switches between Madeon’s Heavy With Hoping and Gramatik’s Dont Mind It VIP. Talk about mood whiplash, lol.

Last movie I saw: Sat down and rewatched Arthur: Legend of the Sword the other day. Still a fun movie.

Last thing I Googled: PO-20 user manual

(Thank god for Teenage Engineering’s user guides online, BTW)

Other blogs: None that are active. It’s really just this one.

Do I get asks?: Occasionally?

Reason for URL: It used to be a Mega Man ZX reference using my online stage name thing from high school, with my URL being the-backspin-megaman, but then I discovered FMA in proper and realized it’s my favorite thing ever, so now I’m the-backspin-alchemist as an FMA reference.

Followers/following: 774/280

Lucky number: 343

Currently wearing: Wrangler jeans, Skemata t-shirt, Triaxial pendant, bass-clef beanie hat

Dream job: I’d really like to be able to do creative stuff for a living. Just because it feels like the one thing I’m halfway decent at, and because maybe, just maybe I could help make things suck less for some people by giving them a nice distraction. @charlezarrd and I are trying to found a multimedia studio to make that sort of stuff happen somewhere further down the line. Not sure how good I’m doing on creative stuff at the moment, does kinda feel like I’m floundering a bit, but he’s not letting me totally lose hope on it, which is a good thing.

Favorite foods: chili, brownies, Hubert’s lemonade, and there’s this pizza place near me that makes chicken a la vodka pizza and it’s so damn good...

Instruments: Synthesizer, sorta, even if my keyboard playing sucks, and...bass? Question mark? I know very little about playing bass right now but I am learning.

Favorite song: Waiting For The End - Linkin Park

Tagging...hmmm... @punkpuppydragon @anythingelsebutthat @grandduchessgemini @artietheyorkie @tumb1rprincess and @tahrovin. As usual, totally optional, just passing this around for fun right now to stave off quarantine insanity and to say hi.

[generallynerdy]

Our Little Secret Part 2 (Merlin & Child!Reader)

Part 1

Summary: (Y/N) started her studies in magic with Merlin as soon as she was old enough. When a Druid boy barely escapes the guards of Camelot and goes into hiding with the help of Morgana, Gwen, and Merlin, she can’t help but befriend him.

Key: (Y/N) - your name

Warnings: persecution, mentions of injuries

Word Count: 1,548

Note: lemme know if any of u wanna be tagged for this thing btw and HAVE SOME GOOD MORDRED CONTENT BC LORD KNOWS WE NEED IT

Merlin prided himself on being able to hide his magic from the most powerful and brightest people in Camelot. Of course, this was the same man who failed to keep that secret from a small child in the woods.

Little (Y/N) was one of two people in Camelot to know about his magic, having discovered this fact about him all by herself. After that, Merlin simply came to the conclusion that she was the brightest child in the kingdom. He wasn’t necessarily wrong, considering she had discovered his magic when even Prince Arthur and King Uther hadn’t. In fact, she was so mesmerised by the magical abilities he had that she begged him to teach her magic.

Despite still learning about his own magic, Merlin could not resist her begging expression and, when she was a little older, had her begin her studies as a warlock.

It helped that Gaius was there to supervise. Though he had been cross with Merlin about (Y/N)’s knowledge of his magic for a good while, he soon grew fond of the little girl and her inquisitive attitude.

Gaius and Merlin were not the only two to grow close to (Y/N), as she soon became a familiar presence in the castle, along with Spot.

She befriended Sir Leon instantly when she helped Gaius mend one of his injuries, as she often helped the physician, and couldn’t stop asking him about what it was like to be a knight.

Gwen was easy enough to win over and the girl was helping the maids in the palace before she knew it, which led her right to the Lady Morgana. Morgana always giggled around Spot and (Y/N), which only inspired the girl to stick around more.

Even the other nobility in Camelot were aware of her, as not a day went by that she was not following Merlin or Gaius or Gwen down the hall, chattering excitedly with Spot on her heels.

Despite Arthur’s odd introduction to her so long ago, he found her quite amusing, especially around Merlin. They made an interesting pair and even the prince fell victim to the banter they dragged with them.

As it was, (Y/N) was Camelot’s little treasure.

She knew the ins and outs of the castle like the back of her hand. Others were careless with what they talked about around her, so she heard everything. She was Merlin’s own fly on the wall, though he never instructed her to keep up with anything. (Y/N) did it all herself.

“Merlin!” (Y/N) gushed one day as she ran into Morgana’s chamber, where she had seen Merlin disappear into moments before. “Did you hear there’s a druid boy on the--”

Having not bothered to knock and shoving open the unlocked door, the sweetheart saw Gwen, Merlin, and Morgana gathered in the corner of the room. They were standing over the limp form of a little boy with dark locks and a bright blue cloak.

“--loose.” (Y/N) found her jaw dropping as she closed the door behind her and stepped into the room. “You found him! Is he okay?”

Merlin motioned for Gwen to answer her questions, as he was preoccupied with assessing the boy’s wounds. She stood and crossed the room to (Y/N), who looked around her to try and get a peek at the boy again.

Gwen only sighed. “He’s fine for now, (Y/N), but give Merlin some space to look at his injury, alright?”

“I could go get Gaius!” She offered, but was instantly silenced by a chorus of ‘no’s.

Morgana piped up. “Gaius might want us to turn him in. We can’t tell him.”

(Y/N) was about to protest this concept, but Merlin stood from his spot. “Take care of him,” he told Morgana and Gwen. “I’ll talk to her.”

He put his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder and took her to the very front of Morgana’s chambers, kneeling down to her level. Putting a hand on each of her shoulders, he made sure by this action that she knew how important this was.

“(Y/N),” he started. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Okay.”

He glanced back at the others before looking to her again. “We can’t tell anyone the boy is here, understand? Uther would have him and all of us killed.”

“Is it because he can do magic?” (Y/N) asked the next part quietly. “Like us?”

Merlin nodded slowly. “Yes, like us. Uther doesn’t like magic, you know that.” Suddenly, he gave a small smirk and held out his pinky. “This has to be our little secret.”

(Y/N) grinned and linked her little finger with his, though hers looked tiny next to his. “Promise.” She then tilted her head. “Can I meet him?”

“Maybe when he wakes up,” he said. “He’s very tired, though, and hurt.”

“Can I help?”

Merlin frowned, but snapped his fingers in realisation. “You can help watch him tonight, if you want. Morgana and Gwen could use some sleep.”

“Okay!” She said with a big smile, laughing as he lightly touched her nose with his finger.

That night, (Y/N) stayed up until sunrise, determined to do her best in watching the boy. Gwen offered to take over in the middle of the night, but the little girl refused her. It was rather adorable, especially so in the morning, when Gwen returned from her chores to find (Y/N) asleep at the foot of the druid boy’s makeshift bed.

The next afternoon, (Y/N) took it upon herself to make a quick trip home and get Spot. She brought him to the palace every once in a while, but this time she hoped the druid boy would get to meet him. Whenever she got hurt, Spot always made her feel better.

When she went to knock on the Lady Morgana’s door, it swung open and the very woman she was looking for bustled out, almost running her over.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” Morgana exclaimed, catching herself before she tripped on the girl. She smiled softly when she the dog. “And Spot. Perfect timing!”

“Is everything alright?” (Y/N) asked worriedly.

“Yes, yes, the boy’s just fine. He’s healing well.” She glanced down the hall, biting her lip. “Merlin isn’t around and Gwen has to finish her work, but Uther has just called me to ride with him for the afternoon...do you think you could keep an eye on him for me?”

(Y/N) grinned proudly. “Yes, m’lady!”

Morgana couldn’t help a small smile at her excitement and pat her head fondly. With a few more instructions, such as a warning to keep Spot away from the boy until he was feeling better, she took off down the hallway. Meanwhile, (Y/N) entered her chambers at almost a skip, rather proud of herself for taking on such a task.

Upon entering Morgana’s room, she set up a small bed for Spot and instructed him to stay, which he did with a whine. Then, she made her way to the back of the room, where she found the boy surprisingly awake and sitting up.

“Hello,” she said, hands behind her back.

The boy looked up, eyebrows furrowed in alarm, though he did not speak.

“I’m (Y/N),” she introduced. Then, she gestured behind her at the snoozing mutt. “That’s Spot, my dog. Morgana asked me to make sure you’re okay while she’s gone.”

Despite her introduction, the boy didn’t move, nor did he make an effort to speak. It was almost unnerving, but (Y/N) simply believed he was nervous. She reckoned she would be the same way if the whole of Camelot was chasing her down. So, she went to sit on the ground beside his makeshift mat, which made him back away.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

He didn’t answer, not at first. But just as (Y/N) was about to give up, he whispered; “Mordred.”

(Y/N) suddenly brightened again, remembering that he hadn’t told anyone his name yet, much less spoken at all. “Mordred?” He nodded and she grinned. “That’s a nice name.”

He looked at the ground almost shyly and, from there, (Y/N) was all talk.

“I can do magic, too!” She gushed to him.

His eyes widened and he drew closer, not realising that he had. “You can?”

“Uh huh. Merlin’s teaching me!” She said before sheepishly realising what she had done. “Oops. It’s supposed to be our little secret. But you won’t tell him, right?”

Mordred nodded slowly. “Promise.”

After a brief silence, (Y/N) brightened. “Do you want to meet Spot? He’s not mean or anything and he loves meeting new people.”

Though Mordred hesitated, he eventually nodded. Giddy, (Y/N) leapt to her feet and crossed the room, petting Spot slowly until he was roused from his slumber. When he awoke, he yipped and followed (Y/N) when she called him to do so. At the mere sight of Mordred, the dog was all over the poor boy, sitting halfway upon his lap and licking his face.

“Spot! Leave him alone!” (Y/N) chided through laughter. “He’s hurt!”

Despite having been tackled by the absolute furball, Mordred, for the first time in a long while, laughed.

Part 3

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Arthur Morgan x Reader: Snow in Valentine

Ask: I absolutely love your writing!! I was wondering if I could get an imagine where the reader wakes up to snow for the first time ever and Arthur finds it so cute how excited she gets, they kiss while she’s making a snow angel or something, idk just something really cute and fluffy! (Btw I’m from Australia so I have never seen snow in my life)

Warning: Cursing probably, that’s it.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: This was so cute and fluffy, thanks for the request anon! I don’t know much about photography back n the 1800’s so excuse me if I’m not 100% correct about the process.

The day started out like normal, you woke up, got dressed, and walked out of your tent to have breakfast. When you stepped outside is when you had to pause and blink. Everything was covered in at least five inches of thick snow. The only reason you knew it was snow was because of the pictures you’d seen. Even now it was hard to believe that it was actually real.

You trudged through the snow to get to Arthur’s tent since you knew the weather was too warm for the snow to last more than a day you wanted to see as much of it as you could. Hopefully, he’d take you out on his horse up to the fields-

“Slow down there girl!” Arthur stood from the chair outside his tent, you hadn’t seen him sitting there before. “What’s the rush?”

“Are you kidding me? Look at this! Isn’t this absolutely gorgeous?” You asked and looked around again, walking in a full circle before backing up into Arthur. “Sorry.”

He grabbed you by your shoulders and seemed confused at first, but then he remembered. You had lived in Armadillo your whole life and that place had never seen snow. “Yeah, that’s right. Well, you better make the most of it. I’m guessing it won't be here tomorrow.”

“Which is why you have to take me up in the fields so I can see it all!” The thought alone made you so excited you almost left without him. “And you’ve got to take your camera.”

Arthur looked around the camp and figured there was no harm in going out. Everyone was still in their own tents beside Jack and his dog, the two of them had been playing since the sun came out much to Abigail's displeasure.

“Alright, get your coat and we’ll go.” He said as he grabbed his satchel and hat.

You broke into a huge smile and ran back to your tent to change into warmer clothes and get your buffalo jacket.

There were no words you knew that could describe what you were seeing and feeling. The way the snow covered everything in perfect consistency blew your mind. It was so beautiful you didn’t even mind how cold it was.

Arthur watched you take pictures on his camera for a while, not even caring that you were using a lot of his film. Just watching you was enough payment to cover thousands of pictures. These moments, as cheesy as it sounded, were the thing that kept Arthur going. No matter how hard things got with Dutch you could always remind him that he had something to work for.

If someone would have told him five years ago that he would fall in love with some optimistic bird that lost her bearings over snow, he would have laughed. But here he was, wanting to load you up on his horse and go buy a cabin up in the Grizzlies without telling anyone back at camp.

“Arthur, let’s take a picture together.” You panted as you ran back up to him with a red nose and watery eyes. You looked so adorable it made his heart ache.

“Sure, do I look alright?” He asked and dusted some of the snow off his shoulders.

You laughed and shook your head at his absurd question. “You always look alright. Look over there and smile.” You pointed to the camera set up on a log a few feet away.

Arthur stood up straighter and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, smiling as you did the same but to his waist. When it was done and he looked at the photo he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. You looked so effortlessly ethereal with that sweet smile as if you didn’t want to be anywhere else but there with him.

“How’s it look?” You asked and peeked over his shoulder at the picture. “Aww! Look at us! We look like newlyweds, don’t we?”

Arthur sighed and kissed your head, it left his lips wet from the melted snow in your hair. “You put the best ideas in my head. Why you gotta do that, girl?”

You grinned and put the picture in your satchel. “That’s my job, don’t you know that?”

He leaned down to kiss you again, drawing out the sweet moment as long as he could. The thought of going back to camp and watching the snow melt seemed like the worst thing possible at that moment. So he allowed himself to slack off that day, avoiding responsibilities just to imagine life was simple with you.