#asks and requests

[emeritusemeritus]

ok ok hear me OUT! imagine george secretly dating a slytherin reader and in his dorm she asks him for his “G” sweater (you know the ones they get for Christmas) and he’s like yea ok, he literally doesn’t think about it at all, like he’s thinking she wants to wear it to bed in her dorm BUT THEN the next morning when she comes down to the great hall for breakfast SHE’S WEARING THE SWEATER AND HIS LITTLE HEART GETS SO EXCITED!!! 🥺🥺🥺

ps i love you and your writing so much ❤️

Hi love!! Thank you for your lovely words, I’m so sorry this has taken so long! I hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: none really? Mainly pure fluff. One minor sexual innuendo. Slytherin!Reader. Fred being surprisingly sweet. Background Fred x Angelina implied.

Word count: 1.1k

A Ruby amongst Emeralds.

It's freezing in the dorms this time of year, the warmth radiating from the fireplace never quite heating up the large rooms in the ancient building. It's January, Mid-winter and undoubtedly below freezing, the cold air nipping at every inch of exposed skin even inside the castle.

You'd caught a chill on the way up to the Gryffindor common room, nevermore thankful to be away from the draughty Slytherin dorms, notorious for their cold and frosty atmosphere- and that was just the people.

You'd slipped past the portrait of the fat lady, blending in with a group of Gryffindors with perfect precision, as practiced many times before, slipped along the corridor and into the end dorm where your boyfriend waited for you. It wasn't easy to keep a relationship hidden at Hogwarts, especially when it was two people of opposing houses. But you'd managed it for over a year without a single suspicion from anyone, excluding Fred of course who apparently didn't count.

"Georgie, can I borrow this? I'm freezing," you ask with chattering teeth, reaching for the discarded jumper on his dresser. Handmade and looking somewhat new, you realised it was the jumper that he'd gotten for Christmas two weeks ago from his parents.

"Of course," he says gently, without ever really looking up. You supposed it was a natural consequence of growing up with so many siblings, or more specifically growing up with a twin that shared everything but George was always extremely generous with his things. He'd give you anything you needed without question, knowing that you'd take care of whatever it was.

You double checked that it was definitely George's jumper, confirming there was a large 'G' on the front and not an 'F', Godric forbid.

You smiled as you pulled the jumper into your arms, bringing it up to your nose to give it a good smell. It smelled of him and his home, a scent that radiated warmth and safety. It was almost addictive.

When you were leaving his dorms, the curfew just minutes away, you hesitated taking the jumper off. You were finally warm and so cozy that the very thought of taking off the jumper made you want to cry.

"Keep it," George says, pulling you in for a kiss by the hips, his large hands covering your sides.

"Really?" You ask hopefully. He nods and kisses you again, his nose bumping clumsily into your cheek, your warm hands clinging to him in anyway you can.

"Imagine it's me in bed with you tonight," he says with a smirk, knowing that you wouldn't part with the jumper anytime soon.

"I always do," you reply in a sultry fashion, mentally planning your new route back to the dungeons, knowing full well that you'll have to sneak back after curfew.

"Alright break it up lovebirds, ahh my eyes, my eyes!" Fred bursts into the room in the most dramatic way possible, falling to his knees and rolling onto the floor.

"Idiot."

"Git," George mumbles under his breath at the same time whilst he pulls away from you, his hands leaving your body and landing at his sides.

"See you at breakfast."

You kiss George one last time as you leave still bundled up in your new favourite item of clothing. You give Fred a playful shove on the way out as he puckers up for a kiss too and laugh whilst closing the door, no longer dreading the walk back to the Slytherin common room.

"I just think it would be easier now," George whispers to Fred over breakfast as he scoffs down his fifth slice of toast. "Don't get me wrong I know why we had to keep it quiet but I just wish we could be open about it."

"I know mate," Fred says in an uncharacteristically empathetic tone, knowing how much the topic bothered George, even if he was secretly fed up of having the same conversation again.

Truthfully, George really had been fine with keeping their relationship secret for the first half of the year but as their relationship grew and got stronger, he no longer knew why they were bothering. He loved her, she loved him, and what did it matter what anyone else thought? Perhaps now it had been over a year together he could broach the subject with her again, see if she'd be open to it.

"Doesn't hurt to ask," Fred suggests, catching a single glance of his twin and knowing exactly where his mind was at. George sits and ponders on the thought for a moment whilst Fred looks around the room, no doubt looking for Angelina.

"Do you think she would, be open to telling everyone I mean?" George asks, reaching for another slice of toast but suddenly thinking better of it. He senses Fred is distracted, inevitably trying to get Angelina's attention but George still waits for Fred's reply, even if it does take a few seconds.

He hears Fred snort and feels a sinking feeling in his gut, knowing that it was probably a stupid idea all along, his gaze never leaving his crumb covered plate.

"Never mind," George mumbles, reaching for the toast once again with a sigh.

"Look up you idiot."'

George lifts his head up without question and looks towards his brother, following fred's line of vision to see what he was missing.

When his eyes land on what Fred is looking at he freezes, brain temporarily short circuiting. He blinks twice to make sure he wasn't seeing things, his heart seeming to flutter at the sight before him.

It's his girl. She looks beautiful, just as she always does but this morning she’s glowing. He watches as she takes a seat at the Slytherin table across the room, smiling widely at her friends as she climbs onto the bench, proudly wearing his jumper.

It’s burgundy with a giant ‘G’ stitched in gold thread, the biggest contrast there could be amongst the other Slytherins, a ruby in the middle of emeralds.

They make eye contact across the Great Hall and it’s electric, each of them feeling the sparks and butterflies anew. He’s never been more certain than in that exact moment that he loves her, that he would spend the rest of his life chasing the high he felt right now. He’d remember the way his little Slytherin proudly wore his jumper in front of the whole school, the way she would cheer the loudest at Quidditch games whilst wearing the same jumper, and the way that he would never get the chance to wear it even once in his life because it officially belonged to his girl.

[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?

[nubsoftherat]

COUGHS HORRENDOUSLY RAHHH

Ahem hellooo-

*gets fucking shoved*

I am the reason why you are contacting them, therefore I will speak.

I am unsure of what to say, but I do hope that call you sent back in 2023 still holds true? I am a Damien Wayne fictive, the one who was speaking is our host, Bumblebee. I tend to speak through them mostly, however, it was a join decision to decide to reach out, which is why we are not on anon.

I am mainly sourced from the Wayne Family Adventures comics, as we need to read the other comics still. That won't be for a while however, since Bee keeps constantly forgetting to read the Transformers ones. The likelihood of rot reading mine soon is... Very low.

Even if we do not speak much, it would be nice to get in touch... :)

My emoji is also a cow. No its not temporary. I am surprisingly not mad about it.

Also Bee is fine. Rot is a transforming robot alien from outer space that is half the size of a large building. It will be fine.

- 👁, Bee / 🐄, Damien

Hello!!! I'm still most of the Batfamily, looking for others, and excited to talk!

I'm not entirely sure which canon-call your responding to because I've done a few over the years- but regardless I am batty and ready to chat. :}

🦇

[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😭

[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]

I'm sorry but I don't know English and I'm using a translator to write you this

you could write (it's not mandatory) where Weasley twins are unfaithful to their girlfriend with another Gryffindor student and do everything to have their forgiveness, thank you🥺

My dear Anon, thank you so much for your incredible request. I hope you don’t mind that I changed a few things around whilst trying to stay true to your request. This idea came to me and I couldn’t leave it alone. Hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: cheating!fic, themes of unfaithful behaviour and betrayal. Swearing. Sorry Angelina, I’m sure you’re lovely but I needed a villain. Amortentia, drugging using a love potion. Friends are lied to and used. Fuck you Marcus Flint.

Word count: 4.8k

Song for writing: Lachryma by Ghost🖤

Crying over someone like you [Weasley Twins x Reader]

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you'd have never believed it.

George Weasley, one half of the Weasley twin duo and one of your boyfriends of over three years. His figure, so tall and resolute lingered in the corridor adjacent to the great hall, his posture bent and his hair characteristically vibrant and messy. His clothes were oddly matched, a contrast of faded colour and interesting patterns and textures, snuggly fitted around the ankles. His freckled cheeks flushed with colour, his long eyelashes kissing those very cheeks as he stands with his eyes closer, his full pink lips pursed and kissing Daphne Greengrass.

You felt like you'd been cursed on the spot stumbling upon the pair locking lips in the corridor, neither of them even trying to hide their intimacy. If you hadn't been with Fred, your other boyfriend, you would have completely fallen apart in that moment, rendered silent and heartbroken by your discovery. Luckily for you, Fred had not frozen at seeing the scene but had instead leapt into action, dropping your hand and instantly lunging towards his twin, pulling him away from a seemingly unbothered Daphne.

You didn't know what followed Fred's initial reaction, despite the multitude of rumours floating around the school, as you had fled the scene in floods of tears, feeling sickened to your core.

The days following the incident you'd wanted to isolate yourself completely but your friends had not allowed that to happen and instead had remained by your side at all times with unwavering support. Fred had tried to help you, to put a smile of your face and assure you that he was still very much here and in love with you regardless of his idiot brother but he'd been put in an impossible position torn between his twin brother and his girlfriend.

George had been silent. He hadn't attempted to talk to you or make contact, neither did he acknowledge you at all in the days that followed. He couldn't even respect you enough to end the relationship in any way. After over three years together in what you thought was the kind of love that never faltered, he couldn't even explain himself or his actions. You'd expected a message passed along in some way with a half-hearted excuse of why he no longer loved you, if he ever had. Your thoughts spiralled when no communication came, your mind trying to process what had happened and beginning to try to understand how. Had he ever loved you? How had you not seen the signs that his eye was wandering?

The fact was that there were no signs. Only the day before he had been his usual self, as tactile and loving as he ever was. He'd told you that he loved you the day before you'd found him kissing Daphne Greengrass and you'd never questioned it, seeing nothing but honesty in his eyes. That's what hurt the most.

Rumours of what happened had reached nearly every corner of the school within hours, most notably the now infamous fight between the two twins which had never happened before. Following that, the brothers were no longer on speaking terms and they had not been spotted together once since their spat- the longest they had ever gone without speaking.

The other rumour circulating with just as much scandal was that Daphne Greengrass was feverishly denying that it had ever happened in the first place. Apparently the rumour of her kissing George, a Gryffindor and a Weasley no less was rather upsetting to her and she'd declared her truth loudly and tearfully to anyone that mentioned it; not that you cared in the slightest of her apparent upset.

Fred was a wreck, ghosted by his twin brother and alone for the first time in his life without his constant sidekick. George had disappeared on him, choosing to spend his time anywhere but around either you or Fred. It was like he'd disappeared completely.

That was until your second run in with George and Daphne, both of them walking up the path back from the Quidditch pitch, hand in hand and chuckling secretively to each other. Thankfully this time Fred wasn't with you but would have already been at the quidditch practice, an ominous thought if he'd seen the couple together already. You tried to keep your head down and avoid them, feeling sick to your stomach at the sight of them so evidently in love.

Not a word was spoken and though you tried to resist looking towards the boy you'd loved for years, you couldn't help but peak hopefully at him as you passed. There was nothing. Not even a single glance of recognition in his face and certainly no remorse. He couldn't even spare you the common courtesy of a glance or a greeting, never mind an apology.

Once they had passed you, you paused on the pathway. George looked different somehow, though you couldn't put your finger on it initially. His clothes did not fit in the same way they usually did and they looked different, more vibrant, newer. You frowned and vowed yourself to carry on walking, the notion perplexing you the whole way to the quidditch pitch where you had been meeting Fred after practice.

When you finally reached the pitch feeling shaken and your heartbreak renewed, all havoc had broken loose. Fred was prowling the pitch like a caged animal, anger evident in his face and his body, muscles tense and his fists clenching and unclenching. Katie, Alicia and Ron were all stood around trying to talk sense into Fred but it was clearly not working once bit. You didn't know where to start, what to say or do to make him calm down, assuming you knew where his anger had stemmed from.

Luckily, Iain Claverdon, the sweet and slightly dense resident benchwarmer of the Gryffindor quidditch team spotted you standing off to the side and strolled over, urging you to come help.

"He saw George and that girl, went mad at him but George didn't even look at him! I mean I know they're brothers and all but that's not right. I don't know what's got into George's head lately, I mean he's even misplaced his quidditch robes. Can you believe it? Luckily I had a spare set to lend him but after she turned up he just walked off! First Angelina's not here and then he just walks out, shocking! Guess I won't be seeing those robes again."

"Y/n!"

You heard your name called and flashed your eyes up, seeing Alicia ushering you over with much more urgency than Iain had. Your legs moved almost on autopilot as you walked towards your boyfriend and friends, your head spinning from the overload of information Iain had given you. George had left mid-practice and lost his robes? There's no way your George would have ever done that, he loved Quidditch more than anything.

"Y/n, we can't calm him down," Katie says, meeting you halfway and practically dragging you by the wrist as she jogs over to where Fred is still pacing.

"Maybe you could try," Alicia says once you get closer. "He won't listen to any of us, George was being a right prick."

Fred had practically crushed you when he saw you, pulling you into his chest, your face pressed against the leather ties of his robes. His goggles were practically suffocating you as they hung around his neck, long forgotten, his padded arms holding you tightly into his body. It had taken nearly five minutes to calm him down but he'd eventually relented. You could see how much this was all affecting him, the bomb that had been thrown into your life and the consequences you were both dealing with after too much for Fred to deal with whilst trying to keep his head above water. Though you had lost your boyfriend and your best friend, Fred had lost his literal other half. You could see the strain it put on him, how lost he was without George around and how hard it was to accept this new much less caring version of George you were seeing.

"Shut up Iain!" You heard Katie snip as you walked back to the group with a much calmed Fred by your side, his arm never leaving your body.

"I'm just saying!" Iain says with a shrug.

"What?" You asked once you reached the group, seeing Katie and Alicia shooting glares at Iain whilst struggling to shut away the box of equipment.

"Some slytherins have had their belongings go walkabouts. Between Luna's shoes going missing again, Ang missing practice, the Slytherin thief and all the rest of it, I'm starting to think there's something fishy happening around here."

"Don't be an idiot Iain," Katie said rolling her eyes.

"Hey guys, I'm really sorry I missed practice. Couldn't get out of detention this time, I swear Professor Sprout knows we're going to demolish Hufflepuff at the next match and shes playing dirty," Angelina said as she came into view, holding her hands up as she talked with a smile on her face. You frowned again, noticing that she wasn't actually remorseful despite her words, neither was she as furious as you would have expected her to be about the captain of the team being forced to miss practice, especially this close to a vital match.

"Oi Johnson! It's our time on the pitch so you lot'll have to scramble," Marcus Flint sneered as he walked onto to the pitch, his green quidditch robes billowing as he walked, holding his broom and flanked by the entire Slytherin quidditch team.

"Let's get going," Angelina said to her team, apparently listening to Flint for the first time ever.

"Fred, I need to borrow you." She gestures with her head, turning towards your boyfriend who simply nodded, both of them slipping behind the curtain so that they could talk in private.

Your interest piqued once again, feeling slightly on edge by how weird everything felt now. George's deceit had really played a number on your mind, making you question everything around you. Everything felt wrong somehow, out of place, like you couldn't trust anyone or see things clearly. Perhaps it was the torment of the heartbreak consuming you and creating a fog around you but everything just felt off, your life turning into a series of strange encounters.

Things only got weirder once Thursday rolled around, five days after you'd seen George kiss Daphne for the first time and your heart had been stamped on.

It was around 8pm and whilst most of the school was beginning to wind down from their activities and settle in for the night, Marcus Flint had other plans. The note he'd acquired earlier that day had given him such a rush of fresh excitement that he knew there would be no way he could settle down until well after midnight. He'd dutifully slipped out of the Slytherin common room and had weaved his way around the school without any detection, traipsing the long walk to the quidditch pitch alone, carrying his singular bag. There's a spring in his step at the very thought of what was to come, these little meetings the highlights of his week as he walks to the rendezvous spot. He steps into the tent at the rear of the quidditch stadium, the near darkness making it harder to locate as he stumbles around the laid out benches. He's in enemy territory here, looking at the chalkboard with a plan of the pitch, a few defensive notes and names of the Gryffindor team written across the board haphazardly, pleased he had managed to find the Gryffindor tent so easily. If his head were in the right place, he'd consider taking notes of their defensive strategies and double down on them during the next match but he can't bring himself to care enough. Lately, he'd found himself unable to concentrate on his school work or even Quidditch at all, his mind fixated upon a single thought. And so what if he lost a few matches this season? She was worth it.

Daphne Greengrass was a goddess amongst women. The type of girl any man would be proud to have e hanging on his arm. To look at her was to see a constellation of stars, so blinding in their beauty it rendered everything around them insignificant. He was in love with her, body and soul and he'd do anything for a chance with her.

"Marcus," the voice called out to him softly, that beautiful feminine voice that he could only compare to the sound of an angel's own song.

He whipped around at the sound, desperate to know that it wasn't just his imagination, legs quaking when he realised that it wasn't all in his head. Daphne Greengrass was truly stood in front of him, speaking his name, looking directly at him as she steps aside from the tent opening. By Salazar she was beautiful, ethereal almost, heavenly.

"Marcus," she repeats, just as softly as before, her arousing voice beckoning him like a siren calling out to an unfortunate sailor. She flashes him a smile of perfectly white teeth, beckoning him further whilst he remains frozen, his mind whirling dangerously to try to bring him back to reality, praying that this Angel would still be here when he did.

"I've been looking for you," she says with a coy smile, biting her lip between her teeth. Marcus is fixated on the slight movement, the alluring way her plump pink lip boss appears between her perfect teeth, so teasing and innocent and yet so sinful.

"Me?" He manages to squeak out, his voice sounding much less majestic than hers. She nods, gliding forward towards him.

"I was told a little secret earlier today, can you guess what that might be?" She asks, reaching up with her perfectly manicured fingers to reach for the scruffy collar of his shirt. He clears his throat at the contact, barely able to get a word out and so he shakes his head in reply. She smiles again, giggling slightly at his actions.

"I was told you had a little crush on me," she leans down and whispers in his ear, her hot breath and her melodic voice forcing his eyes closed at the intimacy of the action.

"Yes," he says, sounding tranquillised, willingly giving up the information as if under her spell, desperately hoping her hands would remain on him in anyway they would.

"That's fortunate," she says with a girlish giggle, "because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

His eyes flash open, wider than a cauldron lid as her words repeat in his mind.

"Me, me? What about umm... George?"

"George Weasley? Now now Marcus, did you really think I'd believe it was George I was kissing?"

Marcus looks dazed, his eyes glazed over as he looks into hers. The hope in his eyes is evident, a look of sheer desperation on every inch of his face.

"You.. you knew it was me?"

"Of course I did silly," she giggles again, her sing like laughter making his heart soar. "I think I'd know if I was kissing George Weasley."

"Don't say his name," Marcus bites back angrily with a frown, the illusion he's holding onto in his mind of the perfect moment slightly fracturing from the sound of another man's name falling from her lips.

"I'm sorry Marcus," she says quickly, meekly. He hates the sound of it initially, cursing himself for his anger and for breaking the moment. But underneath he secretly loves the way she begs for his forgiveness, her subservient tone strangely arousing.

"It was such a clever plan," she continues. He can hardly concentrate with how her warm hand strokes against his arm, the path of her touch making his skin tingle. "Why wasn't it just you all along? It could have been your lips I've been kissing all week."

The very notion of her words makes him weak. No longer would be have to pretend to be that filthy Weasley boy but instead he could dream that his lips would be the one to touch hers, those perfect lips that he'd be happy to suffocate against.

"Angelina," he gasps out as her hand brushes his neck, having moved across his shoulder and up his arms, his trousers suddenly feeling uncomfortably tight.

"What?" She says, sounding hurt. He'd ruined it all, said another girl's name and broken her trust in him. He had to fix it right now.

"Angelina Johnson, it was all her idea. She had me drink Polyjuice to turn into George, said you'd never want me for me. Now I know how you feel, trust me I'll deal with her."

"No need," she says, her tone suddenly much harsher, the ethereal tone to her voice fading away. He looks up at her with wide eyes, an ominous feeling of dread beginning to seep into him. "She's been dealt with."

"What?" He begins to say, confused and concerned as he hears her voice change in tone.

He stumbles back when he watches her perfect face begin to distort, like something from a horror film, skin stretching and moving upon its own accord. Her features alter before his eyes, the face and body he'd spent weeks memorising and committing to his memory distorting before him.

Suddenly, he's no longer faced by the girl of his dreams but rather one of his more recent nightmares, you.

"You, you!" He begins to say, startled and frightened under the weight of your hateful gaze. "What is this?"

His head whips around when another figure appears, though this one he had certainly not intended to see tonight.

"Angelina?" He stutters, the pair of them gazing at each other in alarm upon seeing you stood there. You take the opportunity of their distracted gazes and pull out your wand, locking the panelled curtain door with a swish of your wrist, securing the tent.

The noise of the canvas being secured echoes like a whip in the small space and startles both of the non suspecting people inside the tent.

"Y/n," Angelina begins to say, her face screwed up with a frown despite her smile, clearly thinking you were joking.

"Tell him," you say, prompting her to do the right thing.

"What?" She asks with a chuckle, still feigning ignorance. That is until she sees the clothes that you were wearing, the green accents and emblem of the uniform so foreign against your body. You watch as her eyes widen in panic, clearly realising that this was not a joke at all. I'm that moment, she realised that you knew everything.

"Y/n," she says again, trying to defend herself but you silence her with a single look of hatred.

"Tell. Him."

"Tell me what?" Marcus says, suddenly frustrated by the lack of sharing happening, his disappointment making his anger shine through.

"Tell him." You raise your wand towards her, your face expressionless and your eyes piercing.

"Alright!" She turns to Marcus, wavering in her confidence. "It hasn't been Daphne Greengrass you've been kissing."

"What?!"

Angelina recoils, all pretence of confidence having slipped away. It takes one shift of your wand-wielding hand for her to begins again.

"It was me," Angelina confesses, shrinking in on herself. "I pretended to be Daphne so that you would  keep being George! If you thought you were kissing Daphne then I knew you'd keep doing it!"

Marcus is stunned and horrified by her words, his face contorting into a look of severe distaste, like the thought alone was sour.

"And?" You say, breaking the silence. Her eyes whip around to you, realising once again that you knew more than she thought. Suddenly, she's turning her vitriol upon you, eyes blazing as she squares her shoulders.

"This is all your fault! You already had Fred, why did you need George too?! If you'd just been happy with one you little slut none of this would have happened!"

She reaches for her wand as her shouts echo through the tent but you're too quick, blasting her wand away from her with a simple spell and catching it mid air as it falls to you.

"Tell. Him."

She's silent, alarmed by your ability to disarm her to effortlessly. You take it upon yourself to look at Marcus who looks frightened for his life.

"That's not all though is it Angie?" You snark, using the nickname you knew she hated before turning your attention to Flint. You rifle through your pocket and pull out a single sweet wrapped up in an orange wrapper.

"Look familiar?" You ask, holding it up between your fingers.

"Bitch," you hear Angelina mutter under her breath, but rather than infuriate you further, it fuels you.

"Those sweets you gave me," he says to Angelina in shock, "how do you have one? She said they were limited edition!"

You have to fight to not roll your eyes in that moment, realising how painfully dim the Slytherin captain was.

"You mean the melon drops you stole from Fred and laced with Amortentia?"

"What?" Marcus says, his head whipping around towards Angelina who has taken a seat in one of the benches, averting her gaze entirely.

"She's been lacing you with love potion! I knew it was odd that the Slytherin thief had suddenly stopped. You 'talking' with Fred at practice was just a ploy to get more of his sweet creations from him because you wanted to carry on lying to Marcus! How did you manage it? Have someone else on the inside did you?"

"You stupid bitch!" She begins to lunge, only to be stopped as Marcus brandishes his wand in her direction, his eyes livid and his face bright red with anger. His wand goes flying through the air as you disarm him too, leaving them both defenceless without their wands.

"Well, there's nothing you can do now! George will hate you when he finds out, you'll be lucky to even keep Fred! You don't deserve them and you never did!" She's manic, eyes glassy as she snarls at you.

"I wouldn't be so sure," a voice says from the sidelines, two near identical figures stepping around the curtains to reveal themselves.

"George," she says breathlessly, saying his name like a prayer. Her face is full of hope, eyes pleading with his as she smiles up at him like he'll be her salvation. Her smile fades quickly when George walks over to you and wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. Fred mirrors his actions and you stand united as a trio against the two that had wronged you.

"Please Georgie, I love you," she pleads one final time. George remains stoic, unwavering and unbothered by her confession.

"I love my girl."

"Did you hear about Marcus Flint and Angelina? Who'd have thought!" One of the younger Gryffindors says scandalously as they tuck in to their evening meal. You'd tried to avoid the inevitable gossip but no matter where you went it seemed to follow you. It was Monday evening and you were sat in the great hall between your boyfriends, all of you tucking in to the food with little restraint. George's hand rested on your thigh underneath the table as Fred's left hand absently rubbed your lower back intermittently. Everything was perfect again, as if nothing had ever been any different.

"I know! I heard they both went missing over the weekend," Dean says from slightly higher up the table, never one to miss out of the circulating gossip.

"Well I didn't see it but I heard that they were caught sneaking onto the quidditch pitch after hours, something about rigging the next match apparently!"

"Oh bull, we all know why they were there together late and night and it's got nothing to do with quidditch," another girl giggles. A few people snigger and you simply bite down on your lip to stop yourself from joining, feeling George's hand squeezing your upper thigh.

"They got caught by Snape fooling around apparently, couldn't imagine a worse way to go to be honest," Lee interjects with a grin.

"No you've got it wrong," Ron says, from across the table, still chewing on a chicken leg. Your gaze flicks to Hermione sat beside him who grimaces at his lack of table manners and you chuckle.

"I heard they went up in a puff of black smoke and disappeared! Apparently then didn't find them until midday Sunday in the shrieking shack!"

He's waving his potato covered fork wildly as he speaks, his arms swaying back and forth with his words. Hermione reaches for his hand and slams it on the table, keeping the sharp cutlery firmly in one place and away from her face where he was wielding it previously.

"Really?" You hear Fred say, a tone of wonder in his voice.

"Yeah!" Ron replies animatedly, his gaze flicking to his fork as if he's scared to raise his arm again to bring it to his mouth.

"Weird," George replies, taking a bite of his own food as he nudges you secretly. You smirk behind your goblet, knowing exactly the reason for the rumours, the crystals of Peruvian instant darkness powder in George's pocket faintly clinking together with his movement.

"So George, what's it like to know that kissing you is  a Slytherin girls worst nightmare?" Lee says with a boyish giggle, the rest of the table following suit.

Fred had been brilliant in orchestrating a coverup for what had happened with George and Daphne. Fred had let it slip to Seamus that one of his and George's prototype daydream charms had disappeared along with their freshly made melon drops, only it hadn't been the daydream one but rather the misery charm they'd been working on but couldn't get right. If the incantation has been used correctly, it would torment the user, showing them a vivid nightmare of their deepest fears. Kind of like a charm version of a boggart, only the magic wasn't yet perfected and it had led to fake George appearing on and off in his boggart form until the real one returned, clinging on to everyone's misery like a dementor.

The story was that Flint had stolen the items from Fred and George and had used it upon Daphne, leading to the strange occurrences. She'd have no memory of it of course, it was virtually undetectable but the consequences of what happened were enough for the twins to cancel making the item, seeing what hurt it could cause.

Seamus, being the worst secret keeper in all of Hogwarts, told Dean, who told Parvati, who told Cho and Pansy, which meant that the entire school had found out within hours of what Daphne had seen when Marcus had charmed her.

"You know what mate, it's a relief," George replies to Lee, smiling widely with pink cheeks. "Only one girl I want kissing me anyway."

He squeezes your leg under the table again and you beam at him. Ron pretends to gag at the sweetness, earning a swift kick to the shin from Hermione whilst Lee holds up an uneaten chicken drumstick as a somewhat toast to George's words.

"Bet it was nice to get away from school for a few days eh? Though you couldn't have chosen a worse time," Dean says, gesturing to you who had been upset for most of the week, believing the rumours. "What did Mcgonagall want anyway?"

"The academy of broom flying needed a beater for their teaching course. Five days of nothing but Quidditch, absolute bliss if you ask me. It was between me and Fred but she thought I was the safer option," he beamed at the words, clearly taking great pride in what she had said, though really he was probably just the lesser of two evils.

"The quidditch robes," you say under your breath, the finally puzzle piece slipping in place, remembering how they had been missing from his room and that Flint had borrowed Iain's.

"Which reminds me, George I'm going to need those robes back you borrowed," Iain says from down the table, clearly having been listening to the conversation. George looks confused and begins to open his mouth to question Iain but you slip your hand onto his under the table to gently silence him.

"Don't worry Iain, you'll get them back," you say with a smile. He nods, smiling, before tucking back into his food.

"Eventually."

[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

[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

[0o-kamenozoki-o0]

your art is so amazing and i love the colours! is there a kirby character you consider your favourite?

Thank you! Which do you like in my art?

"is there a kirby character you consider your favourite?" That question is very difficult. But… My favourite is kirby & king dedede. This friend ship is "てえてえ".

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ありがとうございます！ ちなみに、どの作品がお気に入りでしょうか？

「カービィキャラの中であなたのお気に入りは誰ですか？」 それはとても難しい質問ですねぇ... しかし...どーーーしてもというのであれば... カービィとデデデ大王ですね この友情はてえてえですわ...