#asks and requests

[emeritusemeritus]

hello! absolutely love your writing and so happy to find someone who likes the weasley twins too! :D if it’s not too much trouble, i’d like to request a little drabble with fred where the reader adopts a ginger cat and fred finds it funny? thank you! <3

Hi Anon! Thank you so much, we are all definitely Weasley Twin lovers over here! It’s my pleasure, this was really fun to write 😂 hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: minor sexual references, brief talk of curses, fluff and humour, a million ginger jokes, mentions of future kids.

Word count: 1.1k

Ginger Root

"Hey baby," Fred shouts out as he steps through the door to the flat above the shop on his lunch break, instantly loosening his tie and popping open the top shirt button that was slowly choking him.

He briefly waits for you to reply but hears nothing, so he goes looking for you. He's hoping that you'd made him something to eat for his dinner, though of course he didn't expect it if you. The shop had been ridiculously busy this last week and the thought of having to stand and make something to eat in his break hour seemed too far of a stretch for him. He's also hoping for a cuddle, needing to feel you back in his arms for a little while whilst he can, and even more hopefully he wonders if he can convince you to cuddle naked, horizontally on the bed.

He freezes upon walking into the living room, seeing a single ginger cat sat proudly on his sofa. It's comical almost how he freezes at seeing the seemingly harmless cat, looking around the empty flat as if there's an audience waiting for his reaction that he was being pranked.

He walks slowly over to the cat, approaching it with as much caution as he would a hippogriff, squatting down beside the content kitty that barely flicks it's eyes over to the intruder, sitting pride of place in Fred's usual spot.

"Okay," Fred says seriously to the cat, their faces only inches apart as he gives the kitty a questioning look, attempting to level with the feline. "You've either been cursed or you've never told me you were an animagus in the, what, 10 years we've been together?" He waits a moment for any feedback from the cat but hears nothing.

"Give me a little meow if you've been cursed and I'll fix it right away."

"Meow."

You laugh as Fred jumps at your sudden noise, falling back onto his haunches after losing his balance in surprise, arms scrambling to stop himself and failing miserable, which only adds to the hilarity of the situation.

"Godric woman," he grumbles, mock-clutching his heart as he gets up using the coffee table as leverage. He looks towards you and you smile widely seeing his heated cheeks, the look in his eyes devilish as he seeks revenge, especially as he eyes what you're wearing.

You're leaning on the doorframe, wrapped in a fluffy white towel fresh from the shower and enjoying every second of seeing Fred recover from your unplanned prank. His eyes are focused on your towel, the little tuck hidden within the slope of your breasts and the smirk on his face looks almost dangerous as you try and figure out his next move.

"But your lunch!" You squeal as he lunges as you, lips first attacking your neck.

"It can wait," he mumbles, finding his roaring appetite for food suddenly replaced by something else.

"So you found him, or her?"

"Him... I think," you say, pulling a fresh Tshirt on as Fred buttons up his shirt, leaving the tie off for now.

"He was shivering in a box next to the leaky cauldron... I couldn't leave him there Freddie." You hoped Fred wouldn't be mad, that he'd understand your desperate need to rescue the poor little kitty.

"I know sweetheart," he says with a small smile, eyes gentle with understanding.

You walk ahead of Fred as you both made your way back to the living room, pausing briefly to scratch the little sleepy cat on the sofa before you stepped into the kitchen to pull yours and Fred's pre-made lunch out of the fridge. He kisses you as a way of thanks as you both take a seat on the unoccupied sofa and eat the lunch you'd prepared earlier.

"Have you named him yet?" Fred says, taking a massive bite out of his sandwich, hardly able to talk with his mouth full of food. You pull a face of disgust for a moment at his lack of eating etiquette but drop it once you look upon the cute cat app curled up on the other sofa.

"Not yet, still thinking of options," you say, mentally running through the admittedly short list of monikers you'd come up with on the way home.

"Well with that hair he's definitely a Weasley," Fred beams, "very on brand."

"Think your mum will knit him a jumper for Christmas? Or a little scarf?" You joke, earning a snort of laughter from your boyfriend as his delighted face takes another large bite, thankfully not speaking through this one.

"What shall we name you little Weasley?" You say, looking upon your new friend.

"Well it can't be George, s'got two ears," Fred mumbles through a devilish smirk.

"Fred!" You say, scandalised by his words, though you can hardly contain your chuckle that follows only moments later.

"What about Minerva?" You can, casting your eyes towards Fred to watch his reaction, seeing him nearly choke on the last bite of his sandwich at your suggestion.

"Marmalade? Keeping with the ginger theme."

"Garfield?"

"Eh?" Fred frowns, missing the joke entirely.

"It's a muggle thing.. oh! Thomas O'Malley!"

Again Fred gives you a bewildered stare that makes a giggle slip out of you.

"Muggle film, the ginger cat. We could name him after him!  Abraham Delacey Giuseppi Casey Thomas o malley... Weasley."

"Or we could not," Fred says blankly.

"Ron?" You ask, trying to glance at the cat's face to see what else would spring to mind.

"No, it's too clean," Fred jokes, nodding his head towards the cat.

"Squash? Cheddar? Pumpkin?"

"Stop naming food!" Fred calls out with a laugh before he pauses, clearly thinking. "Wait I like pumpkin! Pumpkin Weasley?"

"Our first child," you joke, throwing your legs over his as you lean back on the sofa. You knew he'd have to be going back to work soon so you'd take what you could get.

"Great we can name our children after root vegetables," Fred says with a mock roll of his eyes, big hands coming up to stroke your legs as he pulls them deeper into his lap.

"Ginger's a root vegetable, they'd fit right in," you beam, looking at your boyfriend's fiery locks, secretly hoping that whatever children you'd have would share this certain characteristic.

"Oh yeah! Meet the twins, parsnip and turnip," he jests, laughing as your eyes widen in horror at his words, knowing that it would be just your luck to get your own mini version of George and Fred.

"Who said anything about twins?!"

"Maybe we'll just stick with the cat then," he smirks, joining your gaze towards your new best friend, realising that it might not be a bad thing after all to expand your family.

"We'll start with Pumpkin."

[nicolegmattos]

i love your tv show aziracrow/book aziracrow series so much!! i wonder what would happen if post s2 crowley met book crowley lmfao

Yeah, I wonder what would happen… 🤔 (oh, wait. I can write it lol)

Book Crowley: *entering the flat* Hm, that’s weird. I’m pretty sure this plant wasn’t here before.

Book Crowley: *sees TV Crowley lying on the floor* What the hell is this?

TV Crowley: *not looking at him* Me. Being miserable.

Book Crowley: May I ask… why?

TV Crowley: My Angel left me.

Book Crowley: He did WHAT?!

After quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol…

Book Aziraphale: Crowley, are you…? *seeing all the mess* What happened here?

Book Crowley: You did.

Book Aziraphale: Me?! I didn’t do this.

TV Crowley: You left me.

Book Aziraphale: How…? Good Lord, why are there two of you?

TV Crowley: Why is there just one of you?

Book Aziraphale: How am I supposed to know?!

Book Crowley: You’re bad, Angel.

Book Aziraphale: And you’re drunk, my dear.

Book Crowley: Why did you leave us?

Book Aziraphale: Us? I didn’t leave you. And I certainly did not leave him.

TV Crowley: *tearing up* We could’ve been us.

Book Crowley: Look what you did.

Book Aziraphale: That’s it. I’m done. I’ll come back once you’re both sober.

Book Crowley: Yeah, leave. YOU’RE GOOD AT IT!

Book Aziraphale: I DID NOT LEAVE YOU, FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE!

TV Crowley: I miss him. I miss him so much.

Book Crowley: I know, I know. We’ll be alright. We don’t need them.

TV Crowley: You know that’s not true.

Book Crowley: Yeah. You’re right.

[daily-hound]

Hound in a style study of an artist or media you enjoy?

Day 48: Random styles, the first one is loosely based in some of @lockandkeyhyena art

[thatonewatching]

Hello! I liked your headcanons on John Doe, can you please write headcanons how would the reader's family react to Doe or how did their acquaintance happen? I just had a dream like that recently, hehe (Sorry if my english is not good ;))

AGSHSGSG YES

CW: doe being weird; mentions of stalking; weird!doe; GN!reader

Doe had definitely watched you way before ever making a move. Once he'd finally built up all his courage, he made his way into the gas station.

He talked to you and if you didn't give him your number, then he'd persist, telling you how attractive you are, until you eventually caved.

If you accepted, then he'd ask to come home with you, and you will say yes. You will.

He comes home with you! Something might happen; something might not, but either way, it becomes a regular thing.

He's at your house more than hes at his own. Eventually, you start dating, and your parents want to meet your new boyfriend!

You make him tie his hair in at least a ponytail so he makes a better impression. He doesn't like it.

Your mom thinks he's awkward, and your dad thinks so too. But they don't hate him! They say that maybe you could do better, and ask why you chose him. They even ask how you met, to which you answer, "At work," not wanting to alarm them.

They don't hate Doe, but they think you could do better.

I feel like he'd be sooo weird and oddly quiet sitting across from your parents, picking at his fingers and bouncing his foot because he's so worried they'll hate him :(

You assure him that they do like him! They'll just have to warm up a bit <3

[rubydubydoo122]

the batfam is affected by a truth serum and they can't avoid each other. There is no compulsion to talk but they do need to discuss how to get out of whatever plot shenanigans put them in that situation. They can't contol how much they say once they started talking tho. It's like they are listening to themselves and only after finishing the sentence do they understand what they just said. There is zero control. Who do you think has the biggest secrets of them all? (My guess is Bruce or Dick.) Who gets hurt the most and why and what are the consequences?

Dick definitely has the most secrets, but here’s the thing. I think everyone’s kinda hurt by him keeping these secrets at first, but then, they’re all better for it. The Batfam is just the biggest miscommunication trope, and actually communicating would probably fix them.

I also feel like Bruce would not be able to stop telling each of his kids how much he loves them with every single word that comes out of his mouth.

I also feel like Duke records the whole thing.

[0o-kamenozoki-o0]

I have a Cute Request.

Could you draw Sleeping Crystal Needle Kirby

OK!

How do you like it?

[frederickkittens]

So, I'd like to hear about some of those Toabao fabric shops. Also, basic instructions on how to order would be swell. Also, what the shipping usually like?

I'll DM if there's anything more detailed I'd like to know, but I felt like this was a good public question since people really don't seem to talk about this.

If you’re just going to be shopping using someone else’s links they send you you have a nice easy task ahead of you haha! If not creating a taobao account is pretty necessary. I’ve found that the taobao mobile app is the least finicky way to use taobao and the easiest way to sign up IN MY OPINION is through Alipay. Taobao loves to lock accounts but I haven’t had an issue since signing up through Alipay instead of just regularly. The mobile app of taobao has a really awesome image search feature so if you’ve seen an item on a reseller or even just somewhere randomly you can pop it in and it’ll pull up that item or if it isn’t available, similar items. Here’s a handy key word guide. Unfortunately a lot of taobao brand lists are really lacking and haven’t been updated so I don’t really want to link any of the ones I know of, however I can definitely make a list of my own eventually.

So if you’re anywhere other than China it’s really easiest to order with a shopping service due to taobao being kinda finicky. I personally use Spreenow but there’s a lot of good ones, 42 agent, parcel up, etc. there’s actually a google doc of different Shopping services for both Chinese and Japanese shopping. It’s incredibly useful honestly!

How you buy will vary a little depending on your shopping service but most of them just have you make an account and then simply paste the link in, typically doing so will pull up all of the information and automatically translate it for easier use of non Chinese buyers ! (This is a step that honestly would be easier to walk through in DMs or for me to explain using a specific shopping service instead of just in general)

Shipping can vary a lot depending on the weight, time of year, and what shipping options your chosen service provides. Many will have a weight calculator built in on their website so you can get a little estimate ahead of time. Shipping rates are really high right now due to the holidays but they should go back down soon ish! I know I’ve seen a shipping and service fees comparison for shopping services somewhere so I’ll see if I can find that again…

NOW FINALLY OMG…. On to the fabric links!

甜浆果原创设计

葵喵酱lolita原创布料

狐猫原创布艺

樱桃手工布艺YTshougong

扉页诗原创布艺

Mila米乐布艺

There are definitely more even just that I have saved but this post has gotten long enough that the tumblr app is getting mad at me tryna edit it- I’ll reblog when / if I add more !

Definitely if you’re looking for a specific sub style or vibe lmk that too because most of what I have saved is either oldschool usable fabric or like cutesy sweet😭

[oliveo-il]

You don't have to draw anything 'cause of the check-marks if you don't wanna!! I just felt bad leaving your rainbow unfinished, heh >.< (Plus, a better way to have shown support and how much I adore your art would've probably been to actually send you money through smthn, rather than silly checks T-T) I'm glad you appreciate them though!! Hope you enjoy your new gay premium ^-^

(But if you did wanna draw something, Sunflower's first prom sounds like it'd be really cute <33)

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT SHFJUBUSBYISSIUB THEYRE MY LIFE FRR

[elproxxy]

💕art requests & prompts💕

after such a kind and welcoming reception from this community I thought it was time to make a post about requests! if you're interested, there's more info under the cut~

please note that commissions are not currently open, and this is purely for fun!

rules for requesting:

subject matter:

I will mostly be accepting (slash expecting) requests for characters from the outlast trials, including: prime assets and other ex-pop; staff (e.g. dr easterman, clyde perry, nurse barlow, cornelius, doctors/scientists); and reagents (e.g. dorris, amelia, ocs*)

characters from other outlast games (e.g. trager, walker, gluskin) will generally be accepted too, however this may depend on the request.

*requests for sonas/ocs may be accepted if the character design is already complete and references can be provided (I'm not currently in a position to work on character design, otherwise my commissions would be open). it's best to just chuck me a DM instead so that we can discuss it 💕

types of requests:

sfw requests only: suggestive or nsfw requests can be directed to @evilproxxy, and I may consider them at my discretion.

sfw (but otherwise graphic - e.g. blood/violence) requests are fine if canon-typical.

ship art may be accepted, but is subject to the same rules and will also be at my discretion. it's better to DM me instead if this is what you're looking for.

restrictions:

all characters must be canonically over 18 years old - this is non-negotiable. requests for 'aged up' characters will be rejected.

MDNI - only requests from individuals aged 18 and over will be considered. anonymous requests are unlikely to be accepted as I cannot verify age. please DM me instead - I will always be discreet if you wish for your request to remain anonymous.

standard content rules apply - no homophobia, racism etc.

requested art is not to be shared or reposted without credit, or used for commercial purposes (banners/avatars/thumbnails for content creation etc.)

please note: these are requests, not commissions. I do not expect anything for the art I make here, so in return I only ask for patience. I reserve the right to reject any requests without having to justify my decision or specify a reason.

~these rules may be subject to change.

[sp1d3rzz]

Are u ever gonna continue sukuna's "The devil's bride" Honestly speaking, I liked that alot and would like to see story between the 2😓

im so glad someone is looking forward to it! ^o^ But the answer to your question is YES. Part 2 is in the drafts awaiting construction

[emeritusemeritus]

Can you write a Fred x reader where reader is a slytherin student and older than Fred so they never really encounter eachother since they not in the same year level. Until one day they got jinxed/ got into some sort of incidents/ prank (whatever you could think of!) where they are tied together until the spell expires itself. So during the time they get to know eachother and get attracted by eachother flirtatious and witty personalities. But when the spell expires both of them feel like there’s no reason to hang out with eachother anymore so none of them make a move until Fred gets jealous over someone asking reader to Yule ball and then they both confess and happy ending?? Thank you so much!!

Hi love! I’m sorry this took so long, but I had so much fun writing this, hope it’s okay! 🖤

Warnings: pranks, minor swearing, banter, finger jokes, fluff and humour. Sorry Miles Bletchley.

Just a reminder to anyone reading that my requests are currently closed, these are ones that I received a while back that I haven’t had time to write until now.

Word count: 3.1k

Ties that bind.

“Neville, NO!”

It's the last thing you hear before you're unceremoniously dragged through the air completely weightless until you crash into a rather solid frame, disorientated and wholeheartedly perplexed. To make matters much, much worse, when you try to pull yourself away, you realise quickly that you can't move even a foot away from the person you'd inadvertently barrelled into.

"Blimey," you hear someone say from behind you but you can hardly twist enough to look for yourself who it is. You begin to struggle against the invisible confines, beginning to panic about the lack of freedom as a crowd begins to gather around you.

"Bloody Neville," the person directly in front of you curses and for the first time you finally look up, taking in the person you were seemingly attached to. One of the Weasley twins.

"I told you not to touch it!" The other, near identical boy says, reaching to grab something from Neville Longbotton's hands as he stands frozen, shocked at what he'd apparently conjured.

"George undo it now," the boy in front of you says rather harshly, announcing himself to be Fred Weasley. You watch as George fumbles with whatever Neville had previously occupied, a trick wand of sorts that looked flimsy and poorly made. You wait with baited breath as George attempts no less than four times to reverse the spell but the increasingly frustrated and bewildered look upon his face only increases with each attempt, making your hopes of freedom dwindle to almost nothing.

"Longbottom what the bloody hell did you do? What is that thing?" You say for the first time, an annoyed expression evident across your face. For the first time, Fred looks down at you from his ridiculous height and stares for a moment, ginger lashes blinking as he looks upon your face. You avert your eyes at the rather intimate distance between your and the Weasley twin and instead chose to focus your icy glare upon Neville who's eyes visibly widen under your stare before he scuttles off.

"It's a trick wand," you hear from directly above you, Fred's unexpectedly soft voice explaining what the malfunctioning device his twin is wildly throwing around is. "It was loaded with a leg binding jinx but apparently we underestimated Neville's lack of ability with magic."

"It's just his bad wand," you reply absently, almost coming to his defensive but quickly pausing when you see Fred suddenly look at you in confusion as your uncharacteristic leniency of the Gryffindor student.

"How long does it take to wear off?" You ask in a mild huff, realising that nothing George was doing would be able to undo the jinx.

"Um well that's the thing," he says hesitantly, causing you to whip your head round to face him as soon as you heard his nervous tone. "It should expire in about 6 or 7 hours."

"7 hours?!" You ask, eyes wide. "But I have potions in-."

"Yeah that's not happening," George says, moving to stand beside you both. It appears the group surrounding you had dispersed, leaving you alone with only both twins in the corridor between the Great hall and the staircases. "Unless you drag him with you."

"I'm going nowhere near potions or Severus grease face."

"So what do we do now?"

Five hours you'd been tethered to Fred Weasley by an invisible bind that still showed no sign of relenting. You'd found weak points of the bind and had managed to untangle yourselves just far enough that you were able to sit directly in front of each other, legs touching and somewhat entwined but at least you weren't stuck on top of eachother like before. You'd found sanctuary in the prefect's bathroom on the fifth floor, escaping from teachers and students alike until the jinx wore off. You'd been pleasantly surprised when he pulled out a head boy pin from his trouser pocket once you were out of sight of the statue of Boris the Bewildered and had recited the password perfectly to allow you access to the usually restricted area.

"My brother Percy hasn't noticed it's missing yet," he smirked as you looked at him in question, watching him try to slip the badge back into his trouser pocket with a little difficulty thanks to the close quarters between the two of you.

The first hour had been awkward to say the least, with neither of you saying much and desperate to get away. It was embarrassing, humiliating and more than anything you just wanted to run back to your common room but after another hour of torturous silence, he began talking.

The third hour passed quickly and you'd found that he was actually really funny and sincere, much calmer than you'd ever expected him to be. You didn't know him, not really but you'd seen him on the quidditch pitch and heard all about the infamous Weasley twins and their pranks which was intimidating to say the least. You'd figured he couldn't do much more to you than what you were already experiencing and he'd not made any attempt to trick you in the few hours you'd spent together.

The fourth and fifth hour had you both hysterically laughing as you recited your best impressions of the hogwarts teachers, his awful madeye moody impression clearly taking the prize for worst impression ever to be made. You'd gotten surprisingly comfortable on the tile floor, your head resting in his lap though your knees were bent to allow room for the invisible shackles. The conversation had turned to a heart to heart after a few hours of laughter and you found that he was opening up rather easily to you, with lingering looks and shared glances you hoped you hadn't imagined.

“Ask me something personal,” he says with a fleeting smile, looking up from his place on your lap. You’d switched places nearly half an hour ago, with his head now resting against your legs, soft, long fingers hair fanning out across your thighs.

You pause for a moment, thinking of what to ask. “What's your mum like?”

He huffs out a breath of laughter, like an inside joke replaying in his head and you watch as a smirk tugs at the side of his lips.

“My mum,” he begins to say with a smile on his full lips, hesitating for only a minute. “She's a fierce lady, great cook, loving… Sometimes a little pushy.”

“There's seven of you!” You jump to defend her, having learnt all about his siblings from the previous hours of conversation. “Two of them being you and George, I might add, maybe she has to be to keep you in line,” you laugh.

“You may have a point there,” he smirks up at you, staring right into your eyes until you feel yourself get lost in his hazel orbs.

“What about you?”

“Hm?” You ask, your lashes fluttering as you try to blink out of your little daydream whilst being absorbed in looking for the golden flecks in his eyes, praying to Salazar himself that he hadn’t noticed.

“Your mum,” he says, completely oblivious to your gaze.

“Oh,” you frown, feeling a sudden weight upon your shoulders at the very mention of your mother, all lightness and whimsy of the situation gone. “She's well respected… proud Slytherin, beautiful.”

“Guess she passed something on to her daughter then,” Fred smirks, quirking his eyebrow at you and you laugh, nudging him gently with your knee. “Smooth Weasley,” you joke, watching as he settles back down on your leg, one bulging arm coming to rest under his shaggy red hair, his school shirt rolled up to display his veiny, bulging forearm….

“Are all your family redheads?” You ask, prying your gaze away from the slightly freckled patch of skin that seemed to be drawing your attention like gold to a niffler.

“Yeah, have to squint looking at all family photos because it's like looking into straight fire,” he jokes and you can’t help but laugh along, laughing more when you see his head bobbing slightly with your movement. His hair looks unbelievably soft and smooth, like it was perfectly styled to look natural, the pure gold and copper strands standing out against the rest in the faint light.

"So you're Ginger-bred," you add, laughing at your own terrible joke. A burst of laughter spills from him, louder than you’d ever heard and you watch him in slight amazement as he shifts, now sitting up and facing you once again, the place in your lap where his head had been resting now feeling a little empty and cold.

“That was a good one actually, might have to tell George that one.”

“Your doppel-ginger?” Another burst of magical laughter echoes around the room and you watch with a proud smile on your face knowing it was you that was making him laugh like this.

“That one is definitely being passed on, never heard that before”.

“Are all your family Gryffindors?” You ask, turning your head to the side slightly, breaking the momentarily comfortable silence.

“Yeah, though I'd look good in green don't you think?” He winks, gesturing to your Slytherin robes.

“I don't know,” you pause, teasing as you look at him, watching carefully as he follows your eyes. “I guess it's lucky for you that you're so tall, wearing green with your hair... people might think you're a leprechaun.”

“Har-har,” he laughs sarcastically, rolling his eyes in a teasing way but from the smile on his face, he’s far from hurt by your banter.

“So, Yule ball’s coming up,” he begins to say but he’s cut off when you suddenly feel a weight taken off of your limbs, the resistance you’d gotten used to quickly wearing off. You gingerly try to prey your leg further from the point you’d both worked out was the farthest you could go, and to your amazement, you can stretch as far as your limbs can go.

You stand, overwhelmed with relief that the jinx had worn off, wasting no time before stretching and throwing your arms about like a wild man.

Fred laughs and joins in with your excited spin, both of you looking like pure idiots in the middle of the prefects bathroom, dancing around with no music and ecstatic smiles on your faces.

You finally stop, the laughter slowly fading as you feel him pull you in for a hug, his arms stretching around your shoulder with relative ease.

“Thank you for being my date today,” he says cheekily with a full bow as he reaches out for your hand, acting formally.

“It was my pleasure sir,” you play along, thrusting your hand into his as he playfully reaches down to kiss the back of your hand.

“Reckon your potions class is long since finished,” he says, gathering the backpack he’d thrown down in the corner with your book bag. From the lack of light outside, it’s obvious that it’s well past school hours, the entire afternoon spent hiding away with Fred.

You snort, “what a shame.”

“You know, for a Slytherin you’re alright,” he teases.

“Shut up gingerbread, which one are you again?”

He reaches out for you but you manage to scamper as he holds open the door for you both to walk through, hoping you can make it out without anyone seeing you.

You make it right up the corridor towards the staircases before it becomes painfully obvious that you’re parting ways, both of your common rooms in opposite directions.

You turn, just out of sight of the staircases and wait with baited breath for him to hopefully make a move, hoping that you hadn’t read it wrong.

There’s a few moments when both of you stare at each other, neither knowing what to do or say and you watch as his eyes travel across your face, to your lips and then away, the tension breaking.

“Well, bye then,” he says, though there’s a hint of emotion in his voice that sounds almost like sadness or hesitation.

“Oh, bye Fred,” you try your hardest to appear neutral but it’s too hard, you can’t help but hear the disappointment slipping through your tone. He turns away and you take the hint, also turning in the opposite direction as you enter the hall of staircases, tracking them to get where you need to go. You feel eyes upon you but when you turn, you see that he’s walking upwards on one of the staircases, not looking at you. You hang on for as long as you can, trying to spot him each time you join a new moving staircase, watching the red hair eventually fade out of view until you reach the opening to the dungeons.

Two weeks pass and unsurprisingly you hear nothing from Fred, though you seem to be acutely more aware of his presence around school. You hear his voice, hear his laughter and even the passing rumours seem to reach you much more than before, retellings of him and George’s latest prank. You can’t help but search for his red hair in the sea of Gryffindor’s in the great Hall and try to look out for him between classes like a lost puppy. It was amazing really, you’d gone from hardly knowing him, and certainly not knowing him from his twin to being able to completely distinguish him and George apart even with a brief glance.

You told no one of this, naturally, glad that Neville’s misdemeanour hadn’t reached the whole school and that you’d come away largely unscathed, in terms of your reputation. Neville had avoided you at all costs, bumping into you once with panic in his eyes and lasting no more than two seconds before retreating sharpish.

You were gutted, thinking that you’d made an actual connection with him but apparently not, it was just situational. So you did the only thing you could do and return to your life before you’d encountered Fred Weasley, trying to put away any memories or feelings you felt, though you couldn’t deny your life felt that little less exciting now you knew what it was like to spend time with him.

“Y/n?” You turn towards the sound of your name being called, all hope leaving your body quickly when you realise it isn’t him, that it’s Miles Bletchley, a fellow Slytherin that was in the year below you.

“Hi gorgeous,” he says with a smile but you don’t reciprocate, instead fixing him with a slight face of disgust, lips pursing at the nickname.

“Bletchley,” you greet him, making his surname sound as vomitious as possible, which wasn’t a hard task. He was far from the worst Slytherins, keeper on the Quidditch team and an overall nice enough guy but his body language was putting you off completely. Cocky, running his hand through his hair, throwing his weight about.

“So I was wondering if you had a date to the Yule Ball? Gorgeous girl like you has already been claimed but doesn’t hurt to ask right?” He winks.

“Claimed?” You repeat in disgust at his turn of phrase. Your apparently disgust and overall lack of a reply doesn’t seem to phase him in the slightly as he shrugs, a stupid smirk tugging at the side of his thin, chapped lips.

“Figured I’d shoot my shot,” he chuckles, as if he’d made a witty comment that he was so proud of.

“Figure you should stick to goalkeeping, if that’s the shot you’re taking, your aim’s well off,” you say with a roll of your eyes as you turn, walking away from him in a proud sweep, only to tumble into the front of someone seconds after.

Fred.

You open your mouth to greet him but simply pull back slightly, feeling the loss of his large hands around the top of your arms where he’d previously held you. It’s evident he’d seen all of your interaction with Miles, and that he wasn’t too pleased about it.

His gaze is hard and predatory as he glares at Bletchley, giving such a harsh look that it makes you freeze, until he looks at you and his eyes fall soft again. Before you can mutter an apology and walk away, he does something that surprises you, he smiles and speaks.

“So Yule Ball, no keepers, but how about a beater?” He asks with a smirk, but instead of Bletchley’s Lockhart-esque smarmy routine, this one is genuine. He flicks his eyes towards Bletchley’s frame, dragging on your rejection from the Slytherin Keeper. “Gryffindor though of course.” He flashes you a wide smile, his eyes shining as he winks at you and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face involuntarily.

“Oh, George needs a date?” You tease, watching from under your lashes at the myriad of expressions that cross his face in under three seconds. At first he’s shocked, then disheartened, then humoured by your little teasing.

“Funny girl,” he shoots back, the mischievous glint in his eyes turning positively devilish.

“What do you say? May I take the wittiest, prettiest girl in all of Hogwarts to the Ball?” He bows down just as he had that day in the bathroom and gestures for your hand once more.

“You may,” you reply, beaming with joy as you place your hand in his much larger one once again. To your surprise, instead of bending down to kiss the back of your hand as he had before, he gently tugs on your arm and you fall weightlessly forward right back into his chest.

In a move that you’ll remember in vivid detail for all of your life, he leans down, long hair sweeping back as he presses those deliciously full lips onto yours, your hands slipping around his very high shoulders to support yourself. The kiss is quick and chaste but you could cry with sheer happiness, his soft lips on your own igniting a wild spark around you.

When you actually hear a firework around you, you pull away in utter confusion, thinking you’d imagined the signature whinny of a flying firework.

“Couldn’t resist,” you hear from the side and twist around, still wrapped around Fred as you look at George who stands with a smug look on his face at the fireworks he’d released. “Least now he’ll stop talking about you all the time.”

“George,” Fred warns.

“Do you think she’ll go the yule ball with me? Wonder if she’ll wear green, should I wear green? She’s so pretty, soooo funny, I wonder what she’s doing now…”

George’s high pitched, mocking voice gets rapidly quieter with each step as he walks away, fading into the background once again and as you turn to look back at Fred, the colour on his cheeks is a rather impressive bright pink blush.

“Wish I had a camera with me,” you say, making his brow knit together into a quizzical frown as he silently questions your words.

“That’s just the shade of pink I wanted my dress to be.”

[nicolegmattos]

Hey, I've just found your posts about Crowley and Aziraphale reacting to the show and book and I was wondering if you could do one of them reacting the the Tumblr posts? :)

Sure! I think this is starting to become its own series at this point lol (you’re all welcome to send your requests 🥰).

Crowley: Angel, have you heard of Tumblr?

Aziraphale: Hm… no. Why?

Crowley: *showing him his cellphone* Look at this.

Aziraphale: Wow. There are… plenty of those… drawings of us.

Crowley: (Shit, this is my blog) *rapidly switches to something else* Oh! Forget about these.

Aziraphale: But there are some cute ones as well. Look! This is you as an aardvark. And this is us as… ducks? Why are we ducks?

Crowley: I have no idea.

Aziraphale: What’s a fanfic?

Crowley: Don’t click on any link!

Aziraphale:

Crowley:

Aziraphale:

Crowley: It’s… virus.

Aziraphale: Ok… *scrolling* Seems like these people really like you.

Crowley: Jealous, Angel?

Aziraphale: *blushing* What? No!

Crowley: There are some posts about you as well… *shows him*

Aziraphale: *blushing harder* Oh, good Lord…

Crowley: And they call us Ineffable (ugh, why did it have to be this word?) Husbands.

Aziraphale: Husbands?

Crowley: Yeah.

Aziraphale:

Crowley:

Aziraphale: Crowley, we’re not married.

Crowley: (Yet) Don’t ask. *scrolling* Angel, what’s your favorite color?

Aziraphale: Why do you ask?

Crowley: Because here it says it’s yellow.

Aziraphale: I like yellow.

Crowley: It also says it’s because of my eyes.

Aziraphale: Hm.

Crowley: So… is it?

Aziraphale: What?

Crowley: Because of my eyes.

Aziraphale: *blushing* I think they’re pretty.

Crowley: Aha! So you did learn the Gavotte so you could kiss me.

Aziraphale: What? What this has to do with…? Crowley, come back! How did you find out about the Gavotte? You were asleep that entire century!

[daily-hound]

hound going for a swim!

Day 14: Houndpaw first swin

[stevenssticks]

PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING FOR STEVEN

(I’m literally being starved from Steven Adler fan fics there’s barely anything for him!!!)

there really is a lack of steven fics huh… that’s kinda why i created this account. i’ve searched all of tumblr and ao3 and i can’t find anything that good. he’s so underrated and he’s literally my favorite.

okay okay so i’m thinking about steven still in gnr when they were just starting out. baby faced and bright eyes with that big sweet smile of his. they’re playing a gig at a small venue. they haven’t really made it big yet.

you’re watching him on drums and are just enamored with his style of playing and his adorable smile and his enthusiasm. you flag him down when the show is over at the after party. he’s sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, axl is next to him with a girl on his lap. you walk over and shimmy into the tight spot next to him.

“hey.” you start, and steven looks at you like a deer in headlights. as the relatively shy one, he wasn’t used to getting attention, not to mention someone as confident as you strutting over to him.

“hi,” he replies, voice small.

“your drum skills were something else. i was watching you the whole time. couldn’t take my eyes off you for a second.”

steven blushes at that, and you wind up striking up a conversation. your thighs are touching now. you’re getting bolder. throwing your leg over his, hand grazing his thigh. he’s bright red, big eyes staring at you while you chat him up. the party is dying down. you make your move.

“wanna come finish this conversation at my house?”

he nods enthusiastically. eyes going impossibly wider. lips spreading into a closed mouth smile.

you do not, in fact, finish the conversation at your house.

as soon as you get into you’re house you’re on him. he’s pressed up against the door, your lips meeting in a messy kiss. he lets out one of the most obscene whines you’ve ever heard, and decide you need to hear it again. you’re unbuckling his jeans, pushing them down his thighs and dropping to your knees. steven already looks so desperate, breath heavy, lips kissed swollen and pretty pink. you look up at him as you grip his cock, giving him a few licks to the tip which makes him squirm. suddenly, you lick a long stripe up the length of him, and swallow him to the hilt; fighting your gag reflex. steven’s head slams back against the door. he whines again, louder this time, and struggles not to buck his hips up into your mouth. he starts to babble.

“ah- fuck, oh my god, your mouth feels so good. please, oh fuck please, fuck fuck fuck.”

tears are welling up in your eyes as you work him slowly, when suddenly he groans loudly and grabs your hair, pulling you off him. you silently question him with your eyes. he replies

“didn’t wanna cum so soon. you were making me feel so good. can i have my turn now?”

you smile and nod enthusiastically, dragging him back to your bedroom and shedding your clothes on the way. you can feel stevens eyes on your backside as you pull him along, making it to the bedroom and pushing him onto the middle of the bed. you crawl over him, and promptly slide your pussy along his hard cock. his mouth opens wide, making a punched out noise as he throws his head back. you grind down on him harder, coating him with your slick, before taking him by the base and lining him up with your aching hole. he’s drooling for it, looking at you like you’re a god on top of him.

you slide down to the hilt slowly, both of you moaning in sync as he bottoms out inside you. the talking starts again.

“holy shit, your pussy feels so good. you’re so good. oh. oh. oh! please! fuck me please!”

you’re weak for his begging and the power you feel on top of this pretty man in your bed. starting to ride him slow and hard. you guide his hands to grip your hips, helping you bounce on him faster. he’s letting out these little whines and whimpers and you can tell he’s trying his hardest not to cum. you guide one of his hands to your clit while you bounce faster, getting close to your own climax. with his hand working you and his cock filling you up you get there quickly, feeling your stomach tighten and heat creep up your back and through your thighs. suddenly, steven leans up and pulls you down into his chest, hugging you at the small of your back and fucking up into you fast and hard, sending you over the edge as you grind your clit against his pubic bone. he’s still babbling things like

“feels so good, honey.”

“god, you’re making me feel so good. fuck i can feel you cumming, oh yeah, fuck, you’re cumming.”

and

“i’m so fucking close, oh god, fuck i’m cumming-!” and then he does. he slams his hips into you once, twice, and then you feel him filling you up. he gyrates his hips for a few more seconds, breathing heavily with you while you both come down from your highs. you lift your head out from where it was buried in his neck and kiss him deep and hard while he pulls out of you.

you roll next to him, still catching your breath.

“so…. how long is your band gonna be in town for..?”

[rubydubydoo122]

(Assuming Jason is written the way you like the most) What character traits do you want him to have but that you don't actually like (to make him a round, fleshed-out character) and what are three things you like about him?

The way he kills, and him still killing people even though it ostracizes him from the Batfam

. I’ve seen many different takes on it, but fics where Jason is separated from the family and his morals are truly his are the ones where I like his characterization the most.

I like the plot of him reconciling with the Batfam, but I like his character when he flips them off and takes shot to kill.

I like how he’s such a complex character to the point where he has traits the seem conflicting with eachother

He’s a motorcycle riding leather jacket wearing assassin, but he will be reading 19th century literature written by a woman while he’s at it

He’s been pretty much alone his whole life, but he desperately craves having someone, but the minute someone gets close enough, he’ll push them away

He’s a master strategist, and was running circles around Bruce while taking over Gothams underground crime syndicate at 17/18/19 because he probably had a mental breakdown (can’t be delulu about your dad loving you if you finding the solulu to your problem)

He’s just a fun character because there really isn’t a wrong way to write him because of how many iterations there are of him in canon too.

I really don’t know if I answered you’re question, but oh well