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[blackcurlsgreeneyes]

RP: The Sun Will Come Out // Closed RP

continued from thread with @fidelixcorde

Harry couldn't remember the last time he had felt this happy, in recent years. It would have also been credit to Taylor or the Weasleys, no doubt....but this was just a perfect moment. He was surrounded by people he cared about, a large family that was expanding, and he had Taylor, Ron, and Hermione beside him. It was the perfect way to celebrate reaching wizarding legal adulthood.

Taylor's purred promise made him blush, trying not to let his imagination get away from him. Though judging by the knowing smirk on George's face, he might not be too far off.... And that proved true, as he was sneakily led away from Charlie's haircut doom and upstairs.

Now that was how to celebrate a birthday.

His hair was unapologetically ruffled and he had to switch shirts to something with a higher collar to cover a particularly gorgeous bite left on his collarbone, and Harry was grinning helplessly as they rejoined the family downstairs. Hermione took one look at him, then Taylor, then went pink and giggled, and George gave him a passing high five that confirmed his suspicion of who had been on keep everyone downstairs duty.

Their dinner guests began arriving, and Harry found himself seated at the head of the table in the garden as they feasted, and then Molly brought out truly the most breathtaking culinary creation he had ever seen. He had to leap up and hug her again, tears in his eyes as he thanked her.

"First day of the best start of my life," Harry said fondly, beaming back at Hagrid. "I mean, having Taylor growing up was grand, but finding out we were headed for Hogwarts....life got good." He examined the small bag Hagrid handed him, and its explanation made him smile, hopping up to give Hagrid the closest to a hug that he could manage. "Thank you! This is amazing." Oh, it would come in handy as they traveled, he was sure of that.

“S’nothin’,” Hagrid laughed. “An’ there’s Charlie! Always liked him—hey! Charlie!” Charlie approached, running his hand slightly ruefully over his new, brutally short haircut. He was shorter than Ron, thickset, with a number of burns and scratches up his muscly arms. “Hi, Hagrid, how’s it going?” “Bin meanin’ ter write fer ages. How’s Norbert doin’” “Norbert?” Charlie laughed. “The Norwegian Ridgeback? We call her Norberta now.” “Wha—Norbert’s a girl?”

“How can you tell?” Hermione asked with intrigue.

“They’re a lot more vicious.” Charlie grinned knowingly. "Can't say that's unusual, though, I've always thought women are scarier by far. He looked over his shoulder and dropped his voice. “Wish Dad would hurry up and get here. Mum’s getting edgy."

Harry looked over; Molly was talking to Madame Delacour, while glancing repeatedly at the gate. “I think we’d better start without Arthur,” she called to the garden at large after a moment or two. “He must have been held up at—oh!”

A streak of light that came flying across the yard and onto the table, where it resolved itself into a bright silver weasel, which stood on its hind legs and spoke with Mr. Weasley’s voice. “Minister of Magic coming with me.”

The Patronus vanished, leaving Mrs. Weasley looked bewildered. “The Minister—but why—? I don’t understand...."

[the-purple-hero]

|| Continued from here || @bloodiest-murder

{🔥}—; For him, it wasn't so much him being nervous as much as it was him being cautious, just by looking at her he believed that she didn't seem like anything he couldn't handle if it did come to that.

"Lord Xander? Never heard of 'em." Spyro fluttered his wings, only for him to be met with her mentioning chasing after someone she called a 'faceless' whom he wasn't sure what she was referring to, an egg thief maybe?

Regardless when she mentioned bathing in their blood, he wasn't sure if she was messing with him or if she was being serious. He couldn't pick up the scent of blood on her. But either she had a weird sense of humor and was trying to get a rise out of him, or if this was real.

"Is that so? What were you looking to talk to me about that ya took a detour?" He asked with a raised brow and a look of suspicion. His wings beginning to rise as he got into a stance to prepare himself in case she happened to be looking for trouble, while under the guise of sweet and innocent.

It was true what she said he was smaller, not tiny but not large either. But that was because he wasn't fully grown yet unlike the other dragons living here who were far larger than he was.

[swcllcwscng]

Continued from: X

Yanqing felt like he has just broken the most important order a higher up can bestow which was: to never disobey your superior.

His eyes could only stare at the ground as he stood his ground for his punishment, however, that punishment never came as soon as he felt a gentle hand rest upon his head.

He struggles to look fully at his mentor as his emotions were playing on his mind, hands slightly clenched as his body felt tense.

As soon as he heard the words that the General he served was proud of him and has raised him since birth, he was now trying his absolute best not to show tears as he deemed them as a form of weakness.

"I understand but General, you and I both know of this, it is my sworn duty as a cloud knight to protect you as you are of high authority and my mentor.

I couldn't just stand by and allow foes to get the upper hand on you, that is not what a soldier does. However, if you wish for me not to protect you and this is a order, as a knight, I must obey."

He replied before gritting his teeth reluctantly, wishing he was stronger than this.

@guandae

[bcllbcy]

Continued from X with @deadtrail 💥👢

Misha didn't mean to randomly ask a sudden question during a first meeting but his keyhole shaped irises shimmer as he listens to Boothill's words as he was about to speak, however, he stopped as he also realized that he was finally noticed.

Wait, how can that be?

He was a Memetic Entity in Penacony, he shouldn't be seen in reality, were they in reality currently?

His mind wandered as he feared that he would become dizzy as he tries to calm down, he then responds as he noticed Boothill's intrigued look.

"O-Oh! My apologies Sir as I didn't realize youre not a robot, I shall remember that you are a cyborg which is completely different than a robot.

Ahh...I'm usually tinkering with various machines so the metallic parts that I can see interested me to stare...I'm so sorry.

Oh! Almost forgot! Introductions! My name is Misha, a bellboy working for the Reverie hotel in Penacony. If you're a guest here and need aid with any baggage, I can help."

He explained as he looked at the cyborg, remaining polite as always and bowing his head as he was fidgeting with his hands.

[salarymanwaka]

[hoshizoralone]

[timeguardians]

Dawson braces for his answer. She listens intently to his words as he speaks. Eyes widen with worriment. "Well, do you? Do you still have feelings for your ex-wife?" The question seems to resound in so little space. "Do you LOVE Sylvie enough to leave Laura in the past? I -- I want to help you, but can't. I won't let you hurt my best friend."

Antonio got ready to tell her not to worry about it but stopped when he looked at her, like really looked at her. He could tell she cared and only meant well enough, especially since it involved Gabby's work partner.

When she exhales hard, it's his turn to suck air in betwixt his teeth. "Well she didn't say it in so many words, but whenever we try to do.." He moves his hands.

"It. She stops me. She's probably worried I still have feelings for my ex."

[ohithankyou]

[ssquilliamsquispmain]

Riptise tomorrow

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 5; Cursed or not

[elalalune]

Buggy in Wonderland AU

An AU where Buggy is Alice and Shanks is the Queen of Hearts/Red Queen

//yan!shanks

• when Buggy was younger he ends up in wonderland and befriends a red haired boy with a straw hat

• years later he thinks it was just his active imagination and forgets about those adventures

• but then he sees a rabbit running around wearing a familiar straw hat

• he follows it down a rabbit hole and ends up in wonderland

• after some adventures and meeting wonderland's residents, he reaches the queen's castle

• the ruler seems friendly but also feels familiar and Buggy isn't sure why

• he's very accomodating — always inviting Buggy to tea parties or extravagant balls, giving him a nice room w a large bed, sending him expensive jewelry and valuable gifts everyday, things like that

• but the more Buggy spends time with him, the more he realizes that Shanks seems intent on keeping him in this world

[the-purple-hero]

|| Continued from (x) || @kokorothehuntedhybrid

{🔥}—; As Spyro came into a little area that would be away from anyone else's earshot, he leaned back on his haunches and took a seat. "You wanted to avoid tellin' any of 'em? How come? They're all there to help ya both just like I am."

He'd never known the other dragons to really judge or take issue with things if someone could use a hand, like Kokoro and Kowai. "If it's somethin' important, then I'll definitely listen to you, see what I can do to help ya."

[squeakitties]

[this-blog-needs-a-new-name]

[babacontainsmultitudes]

AH. So that's why they put that content warning. I see!

[aessedia87]

Alpha/Alpha Ghoap

NSFW MDNI!

Simon is having a particularly  bad day.

It starts like any other, he’s up and out the door before the sun rises, at the gym on base within minutes, the comforting familiarity of the space calming his mind.

Or at least, it usually does.

But the solace Simon finds in the gym, the quiet that allows his mind to relax before he’s thrust into his role as Lieutenant Riley is disrupted by the huffing pants from across the room, the strong, dominating scent filling the space. 

The smell that sets something off inside of Simon, something vicious and raw. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore it, jaw clenching as he does so, because he knows better. They all do.

It’s an unspoken rule, an etiquette that Simon has had drilled into his mind since he was born. Alphas don't engage with other alphas. But avoiding one in the military is nearly impossible.

It was something alphas were trained to work around, Simon understanding that he couldn’t be just what his baser instincts claimed he was. Other alpha’s warring scents were just part of the job. Something that could be easily ignored.

But *this* scent makes his blood boil. The scent from the man lifting weights on the other side of the room, his muscled body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, his stupid mohawk flopping onto his forehead. Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish, and also the latest addition to the 141.

Soap's scent is earthy, reminding Simon of a grassy field, of dirt and grit, of the sun when it lingers for too long on your skin. It's also the smell associated with that sharp fucking tongue, with the man who always has something to say, challenging, defiant.

And Simon hates it. Hates it because he loves a fucking challenge, always willing to silence a mouthy brat, and yet this *brat* is an entirely new enigma. Simon hates that the man has taken residence in his mind, that he smells John *everywhere*, the scent lingering on his clothes, invading his dreams, reminding Simon of those blue eyes and cocky mouth. Of the fact that John is an alpha just like *him*, and Simon hates himself for the thoughts that run rampant in his mind, for his cock that's rock hard and leaking when he wakes.

He hates the thought of wondering what a man like Soap would look like on his knees, taking Simon's knot. Of how fucking *pretty* Johnny would sound as he cried on Simon's cock, when those bratty words would finally be silenced by pleading whines, begging Simon for *more*.

And Simon doesn't know what the fuck is wrong with him. He's an alpha, John's an alpha. That's not how any of this works. And yet, that doesn't stop his body from responding the way it does, from his eyes to rove the length of John's body, to watch the man's muscles constrict with every slow curl of the weight in his hands. To watch the sweat bead slowly down John's forehead, Simon wondering for a long moment if the man would taste the same way he smelled. And he hates himself a little more for even bothering to think in such a way.

Those blue eyes flick to Simon's own in the mirror, a cocky smirk. "See something you *like*, LT?"

Simon feels his skin bristle, grinding down on his teeth so hard that his jaw clenches in irritation. "Shut the fuck up, Soap."

John ignores him for a long moment as he curls his next set, his muscles straining with the exertion, face pinched in concentration. "Aren't we a ray of sunshine this morning," John grumbles, that stupid smirk curling his lip. "Something bothering ye?"

"You are," Simon snarls, turning up the speed as he goes into a brisk jog. He needs to run this energy off, this *need* burning deep within him. The need that tells him to cross the space, to grab Soap by the collar of his shirt that is entirely too tight, and remind him that Simon is the one in charge. He's Soap's superior officer. And yet, as Simon relishes the burn in his legs, the warmth spreading throughout his body, he knows he's in a losing battle. He's going to fucking *snap*, and Simon doesn't know how much longer he can control himself.

He's off the treadmill before he can say another word, his long strides taking him to the door, John's knowing gaze following him the entire way. It would take *one* cinder, one lick of flame, and Simon would boil over. But he can't. He won't. No matter how much he *wants* to.