#drawing this insted of sleeping

[tsubaki94]

Currently playing a Bard in a DnD Homebrew with some awesome guys. I'm the team's bard, half-orc who shifts the battle to our advantage by using Shatter very efficiently.

He was assassinated not so long ago but survived, had the same assassin hit him with an arrow and nearly killed him which led to the only logical conclusion to ask the assassin out on a date. She said Yes, Told the party that she turned me down and they believed him.

After that near-death experience, Gell got himself some armor and is now ready to face off against a dragon XD

[a-s-levynn]

okay we all knew i was talking out of my ass when i said i might not finish it (well not yet but in a day or so i will for sure)

to be fair i really do enjoy his shapes. he is much less sinewy than Vessel and just feels easier to draw. but i'm terrified of shading his hands because they look good right now T~T

[electrosair]

Comforting you after a nightmare

english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes

characters: albedo + zhongli + xiao (separate)

word count: 1k (more than 300 per each one)

Albedo

If you tell him you had a nightmare there will only be three options for him: 1 You tell him what happened. 2 He offers to make you a weird anti-bad-dream-potion. 3 Simply fondles you until you fall asleep again.

There's nothing wrong with that, but he would be able to stay up all night if the nightmare is very recurrent. Being there for you when you wake up in a lousy state is his priority.

Need water? You got it. More blankets? Four boxes of sleeping pills? Take it for granted.

In case you tell him what the dream is about, he'll do his best to find out if it has some deeper meaning, and if it's about some past trauma, insecurity or anything like that, he'll personally make sure you understand that everything will be okay in his arms.

The air hitting one of the windows woke me up, and honestly, I was more than grateful to the anemo archon for that. My heart was beating fast and every time I thought about it, the more it increased, the nervousness gnawing at me from head to toe. And just when I thought my breathing was calming down again, to make me forget that nightmare and go back to lying peacefully under the warm blankets, the door handle slowly moved. For a few seconds time stood still, but when Albedo's blond head appeared behind the door it returned to normal. His mere presence calmed me and, clutching a sheet, tears began to roll down my cheeks. "Oh, what are you doing awake?" through the darkness of the room he walked over to the bed, his new look of concern on me causing him to stop in his tracks. "Did something happen?" I shook my head and moved my left arm to wipe the moisture from my face. "Are you sure?" "Yeah…. Just a bad dream" "Do you want to talk about it? Maybe we can come to some conclusion" He pulled me into his arms and lay on his back, resting my head on his chest. "Maybe tomorrow, now I just want to sleep" "Rest well, if you wake up again and I'm asleep, wake me up, okay?" He left a kiss on my scalp and I closed my eyes.

Zhongli

He would know perfectly well that you just had a nightmare, what can we say, he is a god, at least something out of the ordinary he will notice in you.

First he will try to calm you down if it was really bad, caressing your skin and saying nice words to calm you down.

Then he will ask you about it, and even if he already knows everything, he will listen attentively to you unburden yourself if that's what you want.

If after the incident you don't want to sleep anymore or you find it hard he will insist on reading to you, any book would be fine, he would use the sweetest voice to make you recover the lost sleep.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to forget the images that kept replaying over and over in my mind after the nightmare. As I was about to get out of bed to go to the bathroom, at least to wash my face, I felt a hand grab my wrist softly. "Is everything okay, darling?" his calm voice broke me from my thoughts for a few moments and I threw myself into his arms. He stroked my head gently, tangling his fingers through my hair. "Sure you don't want to talk about it?" I just shook my head, hugging him tighter and burying my head even more into his chest. He sighed and moved his hand from my hair to my cheek, moving his thumb over it, his other hand on my waist, holding me against his torso. "Then go back to sleep, it's still night." I shook my head simply. "Oh, don't you want to?" "I can't…" He sighed again and kissed my scalp. "Close your eyes, relax, do you want me to read you something?" Even if I refused, I knew he was going to do it anyway, so I let him pick out a book and he started with the reading, still caressing my skin and drawing patterns on it. All I knew was that the next morning there was the book on the pillow and the sun's rays illuminating his face.

Xiao

It was like some kind of weird instinct that alerted him that you had had a bad dream.

If he is not in bed with you at the time, he will simply run to where you are to protect you from yourself and your thoughts.

I doubt Xiao would know what to say in situations like this where you need a little comfort, so I think he would cradle you in his arms and not separate from you for a single second.

He would definitely look for some kind of ancient amulet or charm to make sure you wouldn't have any more nightmares like that again. And, in case you had one, at least that would make you feel more protected and closer to him.

Small tears splashed down my cheeks as I jerked up out of bed, sitting still and trying to breathe more calmly. Suddenly, the windows opened wide and the sound of something metallic echoed in the room, strong arms wrapped around me and pressed my head against his chest, so I could hear his heartbeat. "I'm here now." His whisper echoed in my ears and I hugged his body too. He held me there until I calmed down, making sure there was no more crying left, cupped my face in his hands and pressed a single kiss to my cheek. "Is it okay if we go outside?" he continued to whisper and pinned his gaze on my pupils, dilated so I could appreciate him in the dark of the night. Without waiting for much of a response from me, he took me in his arms bridal style and somehow, in a way I didn't quite grasp due to exhaustion, carried us up to the roof. He sat down calmly, leaning us on the tiles, and hugged me as he covered my body as best he could, trying to keep my warmth in. It wasn't the most comfortable position to sleep in, but the nightmares didn't return after that.

[wheresmybuckyhoes]

Intrusions

Summary: Anakin intrudes on your alone time in the empty corridors of the Jedi temple, demanding to know why you can’t sleep. Eventually, you have to tell him

Pairing: f!reader x Anakin Skywalker

Warnings: 18+ smut, swearing, using pet names?, public sex

I wrote this over the span of a few months so please forgive me if it’s a bit incoherent and I have not had the chance to correct my mistakes x

‘What are you doing’, comes a voice from the darkness behind you, drawing out a quiet gasp from your lips as your eyes widen a fraction in suprise. It was posed as more of a demand than a question, as all questions seemed to be when they came from Anakin Skywalker. You had sensed a presence approaching even before you had heard his footsteps, and yet you still felt your heart slightly pick up speed at the sound of his voice. Your master never ceased to surprise you.

Having realised he had actually asked you a question, albeit his tone said otherwise, you tilted your head in his direction from where you were leaning against a cold stoned pillar. It was always dark in the corridors of the Jedi temple due to the evident lack of lighting, so the material world and its accompanying shadow all seemed to melt together into a general dull blue tone. But the gentle slopes and crevices of Anakin’s face were illuminated softly by the glare of the moon; you had always thought that the scar etched along his eye was beautiful. He did not.

‘I couldn’t sleep,’ you finally replied, not really sure what else to say. It wasn’t a lie. You tried to go to bed, shutting your eyes and meditating with the hope of quietening your ever-clouded mind. It was a wonder you managed to have any control over the force with the number of thoughts passing in and out of your brain every second of the day. It was no wonder - there was always so much to think about. There was the mission you were assigned to go on with Obi-Wan, the galaxy - wide clone wars the Jedi were relentless fighting through, your training sessions with Anakin, the way Anakin fought, the way he spoke, the way he looked at you…

‘Why is that?’ he asked as he approached you in his nonchalant way, walking slowly to lean on the pillar opposite you, wearing a look of slight concern. He was now stood in a particularly bright beam of moonlight. You combed your fingers through your hair, out of your face and eyes as you looked up into his, now more clearly illuminated. ‘Just thinking about going to Corusant with Obi-Wan in a few days,’ you replied. Once again, it wasn’t technically a lie. It was definitely a prevalent thought in your mind. You had just decided not to disclose the whole truth to your young master. Anakin took a few steps forward to stand before you. Your eyes followed as his hand moved to gently touch your shoulder, in a gesture you assumed was meant to comfort you. It did not.

‘Something else is clearly bothering you. We didn’t get captured on Naboo and imprisoned together for weeks for you to now conceal things from me y/n. If somethings on your mind, you can tell me’, he chuckled slightly, with that rich, earthy laughter that filled you simultaneously with a sense of longing and dread. Jedi weren’t supposed to form attachments. Everyone knew that. Love could be your greatest strength, but in the end your very downfall. You weren’t going to confess any sort of feelings to your master. It would be wrong in every way. And yet…

‘Hey,’ he whispered, reaching a hand beneath your chin and tilting your head up with featherlight touch. ‘It’s me. What’s going on.’ You shook your head slightly, trying to clear your thoughts just as you had failed to do so a mere half an hour ago. Shockingly, Anakin’s lips being just a breath away did nothing to satiate the increase in your lack of control, and you saw a shift behind his eyes as he somehow picked up on the way you seemed to react to his touch. The sudden change in his demeanour went unnoticed by you. What was going on in that maze of a mind of his? Instead of removing his hand, something seemed to register in his mind, and another part seemed to make a choice.

‘So that’s why’ he muttered, more to himself than anything else, removing his hand and yet not stepping even an inch away. ‘What?’ you questioned helplessly, eyes darting nervously around the desolate corridors, as if you would find an explanation to his behaviour there. ‘If you wanted me so badly, why didn’t you say so’, his voice came out more as a whisper than anything else, forced through a subtle smirk overtaking his features. You blinked. ‘I don’t know what you mean, master,’ you answered, feeling you legs border a state of collapse. ‘I think you do,’ his voice had lowered in pitch to a deeper tone that seemed to wrap around your every nerve. He tilted his head, looking down at you as if the answer was obvious. His hands moved down, daring to trail lower until they held you by your waist. He leaned down ever so slightly, face inches away from yours.

‘Why can’t you sleep’ he asked in his demanding tone once more, this time with a spark you hadn’t seen before behind it. ‘I already told you, I was…’ you tried to give him your bullshit explanation once more but his hands were snaking around your waist and moving impossibly lower into a very dangerous territory. Your breath stuttered, eyes momentarily looking up to his before immediately darting away. ‘Attachments are forbidden. You can’t develop feelings at risk of endangering…’ you tried once more before he cut you off once more. ‘So you want me to just…’ he started, removing his hands and holding them up in the air as if they weren’t wrapped around you mere moments ago, taking a step back. ‘…forget what is so clear to me now and pretend like I’m not aware of what we so clearly want to do to each other?’

The genuineness of his question took you by surprise. Yet again. ‘W…what we want to do to each-other?’ you breathed out, searching in his eyes for a lie. You could not find one. He rolled his eyes, looking down at you as he did before, this time with an unmistakable look of desire. Your brows furrowed as if in deep thought. ‘If you don’t want me to take you right here whilst the whole temple is asleep and make you feel things you couldn’t even imagine, then please. Do tell’. He finished with a shrug that could have sent you to your knees. You weighed up your options for what seemed like an eternity to Anakin, who was hoping with his while being that you wouldn’t send him away. After a drawn out silence, he was about to finally turn away and leave you to your thoughts before he found you tugging him towards you using the force, pulling him down by his robes into a long awaited kiss. His lips were warm and soft against yours, a welcome contrast to the cool pillar that Anakin was now pressing you up against.

You closed your eyes as you immersed yourself in Anakin’s every touch. His large hands found themselves wrapped around your waist once more, this time with an added touch of his knee pressing up between your legs making you feel euphoric. His kisses were slow and meaningful, a welcome contrast to his usual snarky coldness. Soon you felt his hands move to your thighs, pulling you up with outstanding ease to wrap your legs around his waist. Deepening the kiss, you tangled your hands in his hair, breathing in his scent and moaning quietly into his mouth when you felt his prominent bulge press against your core.

He broke the kiss, almost in surprise due to the small sound that managed to escape your lips. He opened his mouth for a moment as if to say something but apparently decided to withhold his comment, shutting it promptly, his eyes looking up into yours as he held you. ‘What?’ you demanded, looking down into his glinting eyes. ‘Nothing princess’ he tried, leaning in to capture your lips but you quickly moved your hand and tugged his hair sharply to tilt his head away from yours. You weren’t expecting the man to moan from the sting and your eyes widened when it was his turn to say ‘what?’ as he grinned up at you. ‘What we’re you going to say?’ you asked, raising an eyebrow, warning him not to lean in again until he provides you with a satisfactory answer.

He looked down for a moment. ‘Have you done this before?’ he asked softly, looking back into your eyes with a more genuine look, any traces of a smirk all but gone. You nodded. ‘Once, during my first year of training. Have you?’ He laughed at this, nodding in a way that told you all you needed to know. You felt a slight pang of jealousy and it must have seeped through your attempt at a careless look, as he quickly responded ‘not for a long time, though. Never with someone I actually cared for, until now. Fuck his god forsaken way of making you want to melt into a puddle right there, a blush creeping up your décolletage.

Before he could make fun of you, you placed you hands either side of his face and pulled him in roughly, feeling him slightly pull you against himself, grinding into you. Even these small amounts of friction over clothed fabric were making your head spin. You needed him all, right now. ‘Fuck me master, please’ you whined as you ground down on his dick particularly hard, causing him to groan. ‘You’re really gonna call me master right now and expect me not to fuck you?’ he groaned, making you laugh slightly at the way it seemed to turn him on in this context. But he quickly moved his hands to your waist, helping you back to the ground, towering over you with an air of hesitancy as he asked for the final time ‘you sure?’

You nodded furiously, trying to reach for his trousers but he caught your wrists, holding them in their place. It was a shame to say the action only turned you on more. ‘I need your words, princess’ he said in a somewhat serious tone, with the pet name doing nothing to ease the wetness growing down below. ‘Yes. Yes, fuck yes’ you reiterated, snatching your hands out of his loosened grip and scrambling to get his clothes off. He did the same to you, panting with impatience and soon there you both were; you were pressed up against the wall, the tip of his cock at your entrance, dripping with anticipation and staring deep into his eyes as if your life depended on it.

‘Put it in’ you whispered, attempting to mirror his smirk before it was wiped clean off, only to be replaced by your jaw dropping as his cock finally entered you. He was slow and purposefully careful with his actions, but with every inch that entered you your legs grew weaker. He picked up one of your legs to wrap around his waist as he got closer to bottoming out, pushing in impossibly deeper as you whined from both the pleasure and slight burn. He peppered kisses along your jaw and neck to distract you from the slight initial discomfort, praising you for being ‘such a good girl’ and ‘taking me so well’. Finally, he was all the way in and he rested his forehead against yours as he waited for you to adjust. You were both panting, relishing the mere feeling of being so close and intimate with each-other for the first time. When he finally felt you pull his waist in with the leg that was positioned around him, you swore you heard him sigh with relief as he began to move.

The first thrust sent you to another plane of existence. He felt so good and you were sure your incessant whines let him know just that. It didn’t help that he was kissing your neck, moving to your ear to whisper ‘you look so pretty like this, with my cock inside you. Squeezing me so well’. You wouldn’t have previously considered yourself as having a praise kink, but maybe it was a subject that needed to be seriously considered. He continued to pound into you, with you holding on to his broad shoulders for dear life. ‘Don’t stop Anakin…I’m getting close’ you whisper-screamed, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his pace nearly doubled with his thrusts feeling stronger and deeper with every passing second.

Your moans grew breathless and animalistic as he reached down to rub circles on your clit, stimulating you thoroughly both inside and out. Soon you were starting to feel overstimulated as you neared the edge of your release, swearing you could feel tears brimming your eyes which were tightly shut. ‘Fuck, feels so good…master’ you choked out, resulting in Anakin’s cock twitching deliciously inside you at the name. ‘Come for me, princess. I wanna see you come’ Anakin’s voice wavered in an almost whine as his lips brushed against your neck, moving to suck a mark there as a threatening reminder of your sins tomorrow morning. Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, you felt his hand clamping down on your mouth, a feeble attempt at muffling your cries of pleasure which you were surprisingly grateful for. You couldn’t stress enough how much you did not want Obi Wan to see your master fucking you, let alone a Jedi you weren’t close with. The movements of his dick reaching places you don’t think even you had ever touched, along with the motions of his hand on your clit and other hand on your mouth all swiftly pushed you over the edge and you came hard, walls clamping down on his dick, whining into his hand. You threw your head back against the wall, hands scrambling to hold onto something to ground you and prevent you from going insane at how good he felt.

Soon you felt his thrusts falter as you began to come down from your high, moving to comb your fingers through his hair as you felt the warmth of his cum fill you up as he reached his own orgasm. He groaned quietly as you panted, trying to not only catch your breath but also regain your grasp on reality. He pulled out of you as he began to soften, moving to kneel before you, to your surprise. ‘What are doing An…’ you started as his face neared your core before his tongue licked a clean swipe up your folds, undoubtedly tasting the mixture of his cum and your juices on his tongue. You wanted to stop him, cringing at the thought, but the way his tongue was moving had you going weak. You fought through the overstimulation as his tongue slid inside of you briefly, unwilling to push him away when you looked down to see the sight of your master on his knees. Just for you. Once he was done with apparently cleaning you up, he pressed a kiss to your oversensitive clit, causing you to shudder and press your back further into the cold wall.

He got up to stand before you regaining his full height, suddenly looking rather vulnerable. You watched him pull on his clothes from the heap on the floor, mirroring his actions yourself. If he hadn’t just been inside of you, you probably would have felt a slight pang of panic at the way he looked so unlike his usual cocky self. But it was completely silent. ‘I should get to bed’ you stated awkwardly to break the quiet, starting to walk off, but you felt a hand quickly catch your wrist, pulling you in flush against Anakin’s warm yet built chest, soft lips meeting yours in a quick but meaningful kiss. Anakin pulled back, sincerity filling his gentle gaze. ‘Thank you, y/n’ he whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled at him genuinely, pressing your hand to his warm cheek for a moment, relishing the feeling of his skin against yours. ‘Thank you, Ani’ you echoed, before quickly turning and moving swiftly down the corridor in the direction of the sleeping chambers in order to escape the now weird atmosphere that seemed to suffocate you. How the hell were you going to face your master tomorrow having now fucked him.

@petersniya

[vanamozblr]

tips how i lost 18kg (39lbs) easily in a 1 and a half months ɞ˚‧｡⋆

- I started off being 78.4kg (172lbs) and now I'm 60.2kg (132lbs)

-i had no food intake calorie limit, this significantly lowerd my stress but instead i focused to burning 300 calories at least per day, the human body naturally burns about 1500 cals per day, so I had on average 1800 cals burned per day.

-I mainly went on walks and sometimes did light running. Also, I did exeriecises in bed while on my phone, such as side leg raises, half bridge pose, I did them many times a day for 10mins each. I also occasionally did actual work outs but i didn't do them like everyday.

-I fasted for 8 hours every day immediately from waking up to about when my family came home/i got out from school, I had a lot of water and black coffee with ⅓ teaspoon of sugar & diet coke during this time.

-I never ate if someone was not looking. to not concern people i only had omad with my family and I ate as much as I needed to, sometimes I ate tiniest amount or even got a second plateful, you shouldn't count cals but insted analyze how much you need to survive to the next time you eat. and also it depends on the food, like if we had pizza I only took one small slice, but if we had salad and mashed potatoes, I took more of those. analyze how much energy the food will give you instead of how many calories it has.

-to avoid binging distract yourself, sleep, draw, read, watch movies, pretend you are an super model, girlblog, do enything fun and entertaining to forget to eat and make the time pass!

- finally romantize the EVER LOVING SHIT out of your life, love the feeling of being melancholic and hungry, make 📌pintrest boards of how you want to look like, think about how perfect you'll be when you're finally at you gw. everytime you feel like binging try to look im the future at the life you'll live and how amazing it will be<3

[kredena-dark]

So eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I didn't sleep for like... 20h..? Idk BUT I found out that when am tired, I can Draw very nice looking Doodles, so here you guys have Donnie in my mood, tired as fuck, but still doing what we do becouse we CAN

Eeehhhhh not like I want to Draw Cute Angst, insted of Doodles..

[wellthebardsdead]

Flynt: *was attempting to find his way up to bleak falls barrow on his own, somehow got turned around and ended up going in the completely opposite direction and ending up near pinewatch across the lake which he thankfully avoided else he’d of probably drowned, now managed to sniff out his path back to Riverwood after screaming in frustration for 30 minutes upon realising how lost he’d gotten himself* …hm?… *pauses and sniffs the air catching the scent of fresh blood as he walks by a hill leading to a shrine of Talos* eh?… *walks up the path smelling iron heavy in the air, unable to smell where the source is coming from until he trips over the dead body of one of the many worshippers, now all laying dead as well* h-huh???

???: oh- gods be praised I thought I was going to die up here- I- can you? Oh brilliant! What cruel joke is this?! I’m bleeding out and the divines bless me with a blind elf as my rescue!

Flynt: *sniffs the air smelling still warm blood ahead of him, high elf blood* H-helrr- hErll- *sighs* Hi. I’m Flr- Fryn- Ugh…

???: oh my god you can’t talk either. Can you at least hear me?

Flynt: *nods and shakily stands up moving closer to him before reaching into his bag and pulling out what he thinks is a healing potion* here.

???: oh so you can talk some words then- no I need a red one not a g- oh right…

Flynt: *sighs and reaches into his bag pulling out a bunch* re-d?

???: *takes one from him* thank you, yes this is a red one…

Flynt: *puts the others back, one missing the bag entirely and shattering on the ground soaking into his boots* … *sighs and takes a step back only to trip over another body* Ugh! I- FUCK!!! *gets up and kicks them in irritation, very clearly just having the worst time*

???: I take it, you’re not used to navigating the world around you?…

Flynt: *just huffs in response* …

???: well, My name is Taliesin, and seeing as my superior just attempted to murder me, Id rather not return to the thalmor embassy so how about I accompany you inst-

Flynt: *suddenly draws his sword and hisses at him with his ears pinned back and bosmer k9’s bared, very much despises the thalmor for torturing him and ruining his life*

Taliesin: I- woah woah! C-calm down friend let’s talk about this!! *backs up a little as the bosmer swings in his direction completely missing* I- stop that y- *moves as he swings again nearly slicing his own foot as he does so* Stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself! *grabs the sword from him and throws it to the side*

Flynt: *panics and reaches his arms out trying to find it before opting instead to hit the high elf with his fists but being easily caught by the larger mer* YOU RUIN MY IFE! YOU RUIN ME!!!

Taliesin: *adding up quickly the smaller elf’s condition was the result of the thalmor* Okay okay easy- easy now. I’m a friend, not your enemy, don’t make me fight back I wouldn’t feel right hitting a man who can’t see it coming… let’s just calm down and OW!!!

Flynt: *biting his hand* GRRRRRRR!!!!!

Taliesin: Gods you’re like a rabid chipmunk!!! LET GO!

*a few hours later*

Flynt: *seated in the sleeping giant inn looking defeated after being treated like a nuisance because he couldn’t communicate what he wanted to order* …

Taliesin: *sitting beside him, very much recognising Delphine as a wanted person by the thalmor and glaring back at her as she glares at him* … *looks at the bosmer seated beside him eating a loaf of bread and nothing else because he couldn’t see the menu or say what he wanted* … here, tell me what you want and I’ll order it for you…

Flynt: *looks up in his direction, ears pointed down showing his sadness even if his face remains rather vacant* …

Taliesin: You can take your time with me. I know you don’t like or trust me but I owe you for saving me. I’m not about to let you starve before I can pay off my debt to you…

Flynt: …mm…

*a few minutes and some back and forth and confirmation later*

Taliesin: *walks up to the bar with Flynts order written on a piece of paper* Right then, seeing as you want to treat a clearly struggling mer like a nuisance I’ll be ordering for him instead.

Delphine: *glaring up at him* Oh yeah? Your kind aren’t exactly welcome in here thalmor. And he’s no good for business either, just holding up the line so he can babble at us.

Taliesin: He’s a veteran from the Great War who was violently tortured. *leans in close* And unless you want me to inform my superiors you’re hiding here. Blade. And have the same thing happen to you. You’ll give him what he wants to eat. *hands her the note and a bag of coin*

Delphine: *face going ghostly pale* alright…

Taliesin: Good… It had better not be tampered with either… he’s been through enough. I wouldn’t put it past you to poison a man whose lost everything already. *huffs and returns to the table to sit with his new companion*

[mintkoko]

Picrew 1

Picrew Masterlist

1. MIAMOTO

2. eliotvlunogord (2 Picrew)

3. ARIgate

4. Eriru

5. magnolialites

6. Xianyi

7. mooooojjang

무게타SD / Mugetta SD

8. Scooby-dooby-draw (2 Picrew)

Artist ✨

9. pudslypuff

10. AbelDraw

[moonchild-in-blue]

Whoa okay so i decided to write an ask insted of commenting on your tags because this way i can actually write stuff down, not counting letters to fit in. And i'm kinda in word vomiting mood, i'm so sorry for that.

Most importantly thank you so much for a thousandth time and a few more, yet again. Your tags fill me with so much joy every time. TmT

And yeah at first i thought the "big" songs will be more intimidating but i start to feel like it's quite the opposite? Specifically because of them being so powerful. There are very strong emotions and if i just let my anxiety over it go and make it simple, it works.

I mean especially when there is something personal to tie it with in any way shape or form? Yeah there is not many conscious thoughts behind what goes onto the page, it just kinda happens. Also if you ever stood bare feet in any sort of rain especially when it's cold… there is very little that can describe better the feeling blood sport gives me, than having your bare feet sink 2 cms into sopping, cold grassy mud. It's the physical equivalent of the same miserable feeling for me 😂

The shape of the lightning is fully unintentional, it just turned out that way. I wanted to put it over Ves' head to be visible and make a few forks in it to look more natural, nothing more to it really. But i loove your interpretation so i'm running with it. All of it. This is why i love art, because once you put it out there it becomes so much more because those who observe it bring their own stuff to pour into it? That is what art is all about.

And i'm right there with you, this entire challenge turned out to be even more fun and confidence boosting than i originally expected? I'm not even (tho very close to) the halfway point? I mean i wanted to do it to get back to drawing but i can see progression in just 20 days, steadily getting back to the level of technicality i was at 10 years ago? And kinda developing a style which i never had? Also as an unexpected but not unwelcome side effect is Tiny Token happening? Which is like.. the joy of putting a smol smile on people's faces even for a second? It's so worth it. TmT

Sorry for this kind of pointless rant but like.. i really do appreciate you and a few others (i see you Alex, Ash, Kay and Misha) commenting on almost every single one of the small offerings so far? It means so much TAT

🥺 🥺 🥺

Not to be super sappy, and to turn this into a sob fest, but honestly it's been amazing to see this challenge come to life!! And a big YAY for the confidence boost!! You deserve it, Levynn!!

I see what you mean about the "big emotions". It makes perfect sense actually. And yeah, I can see the steady improvement, another BIG YAY!!

(and Tiny Token my beloved babies. They are just the cutest ever 🥺🥺)

Just want to take the opportunity to say, how wonderful it is to see so, so many of us getting the confidence and morale to start creating (or get back to it) because of Sleep Token. Or having the confidence to talk to people and make friends.

It almost feels silly but?? If you told me a few months ago I'd be sharing my art in here, and reaching out to people, I'd tell you you're insane. And ~yet~. You bet I (and all the lovely people you've mentioned) will keep commenting on your pieces and hyping you up!! We're all about friends supporting friends in this household 💙✨

[poop-diddy-scoop]

jareth x reader - i have conditions

The annual gala was abuzz with excitement and elegance, the air thick with the scent of opulence and intrigue. You navigated through the crowd, your gown trailing behind you like a river of midnight silk. Every step you took seemed to draw gazes, but there was one pair of eyes that you could feel burning into your back, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

From the shadows, Jareth watched you with a predatory intensity, his piercing gaze following your every move. But you refused to acknowledge him, determined to maintain your composure despite the tension crackling between you like electricity.

As you mingled with your friends, Esmeralda and Gwenneth, their excited whispers filled the air.

"Did you see the Goblin King?" Esmeralda's eyes sparkled with fascination. "He's so dreamy and mysterious..."

Gwenneth nodded enthusiastically. "I want a piece of him alright!"

You rolled your eyes, a hint of irritation creeping into your voice. "Don't waste your time with a prick like him. Too narcissistic; he's a sociopath who likes mind-games-ing you until you're a pile of mush."

Esmeralda and Gwenneth exchanged a glance, clearly taken aback by your vehement response.

"But he's so alluring," Esmeralda protested, her voice tinged with a hint of longing.

Gwenneth shrugged. "Maybe so, but you have to admit, he's got that dangerous appeal."

You shook your head, refusing to be swayed by their infatuation. "Trust me, he's nothing but trouble. The last thing you need is to get tangled up with someone like him."

As the night wore on, you did your best to enjoy the festivities, putting thoughts of Jareth out of your mind. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling that his eyes were still on you, watching from the shadows with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

Feeling suffocated by the crowd and the weight of Jareth's gaze, you excused yourself from your friends and made your way to the bar for another drink. The cool liquid provided some relief, but you still felt on edge, like a hunted animal trying to evade its predator.

Seeking solace, you slipped away from the main hall and into the quiet solitude of the garden. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the manicured lawns and winding paths, offering a semblance of peace amidst the chaos of the gala.

But just as you began to relax, a presence made itself known, stopping you dead in your tracks. You turned to find Jareth standing before you, his expression unreadable but his eyes gleaming with a cold intensity.

"The past is called so for a reason," you snapped, attempting to brush past him and continue on your way.

But he blocked your path, his voice like a whip crack in the stillness of the night. "Running away, are we? Afraid to face the truth?"

You gritted your teeth, refusing to let him get under your skin. "I'm not afraid of anything, least of all you."

Jareth's lips curled into a cruel smile, his words dripping with venom. "Oh, but you should be. You know better than anyone the power I hold over you."

Your patience wore thin, anger bubbling to the surface like molten lava. "You don't hold any power over me. You're nothing but a manipulative, selfish tyrant who thrives on controlling others."

Jareth's laughter rang out like the tolling of a bell, cold and mocking. "Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? That I'm the villain in this little drama of ours?"

You shook your head, refusing to let him twist the narrative. "You were the problem, Jareth. You put me through hell, you ruined me for anyone else I'd ever meet."

For a moment, there was silence between you, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. But then Jareth spoke, his voice low and dangerous.

"And yet here you are, still drawn to me like a moth to a flame. Tell me, darling, who's the real villain in this story?"

"You followed me here, dumbass! Now leave me alone," you snapped, your voice ringing out in the quiet of the garden.

But instead of retreating as you expected, Jareth continued to follow, his expression unreadable but something off about his behavior. There was a strange urgency in his movements, a tension that prickled the hairs on the back of your neck.

You turned to face him, arms crossed defiantly over your chest. "What do you want from me?"

Jareth hesitated for a moment, his usually confident demeanour faltering slightly. "I... I have something important to tell you. That is why I followed you out here."

You raised an eyebrow, sceptical. "Oh, really? And what could possibly be so important that you couldn't wait to ambush me in a crowded room?"

He sighed, a hint of frustration flickering across his features. "Just hear me out, might you? This isn't exactly easy for me."

You scoffed, incredulous. "Oh, forgive me if I find it hard to believe that you're capable of genuine emotion."

Jareth's gaze hardened, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes, something vulnerable that took you by surprise. "I may not be the most... forthcoming individual, but that doesn't mean I'm incapable of sincerity, dear."

You studied him for a moment, searching for any hint of deception in his words. But try as you might, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than met the eye.

"Fine," you relented, reluctantly. "But make it quick. I didn't come out here to listen to your melodrama."

Jareth took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I know I've hurt you in the past, and I can't change that. But I need you to know that... that wasn't my intention. I never meant to cause you pain."

You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. "What are you saying?"

Jareth took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "I'm saying... I still care about you, more than you'll ever know. And if there's any chance for us to move forward, I want to take it."

You felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you, uncertainty warring with a flicker of hope. But before you could respond, Jareth continued, his voice low but determined.

"So, what do you say? Are you willing to give us another chance?"

You stood there, grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Jareth's unexpected confession had thrown you off balance, stirring up memories and feelings you had long tried to bury. But amidst the chaos of your thoughts, one thing was clear: if you were going to even consider giving him another chance, there would be conditions.

"Alright," you finally said, steeling yourself for what was to come. "But there are conditions. Things you must do to earn back my trust."

Jareth raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism creeping into his expression. "And what, pray tell, are these conditions?"

A mischievous smirk tugged at your lips. "You have to try to seduce my friends, Esmerelda and Gwenneth."

Jareth's eyes widened in disbelief, his shock quickly morphing into reluctance. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, I'm deadly serious," you replied, your tone unwavering. "If you want any chance of proving that you've changed, you'll have to show me that you can resist your old ways and win them over without resorting to your usual tricks."

Jareth sighed, clearly less than thrilled with the prospect. "Very well. I suppose I have little choice in the matter."

With a resigned nod, he turned on his heel and made his way back into the gala, leaving you to watch from afar with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

As Jareth approached Esmerelda and Gwenneth, you couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. Would he be able to resist the temptation to fall back into his old habits? Or would he prove once and for all that some things never change?

You watched intently as Jareth engaged the girls in conversation, his charm turned up to full throttle as he unleashed his legendary wit and charisma. Esmerelda and Gwenneth were clearly taken aback by his sudden attention, their giggles and blushes a testament to his undeniable allure.

But as the night wore on, you noticed something curious happening. Instead of resorting to his usual tactics of manipulation and deceit, Jareth seemed genuinely interested in getting to know them, his conversation peppered with genuine laughter and heartfelt compliments.

By the time the gala drew to a close, Esmerelda and Gwenneth were positively smitten, their eyes shining with newfound admiration as they bid Jareth farewell.

As he made his way back to you, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope flickering in your chest. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was more to the Goblin King than met the eye.

"So," you said, unable to keep the teasing grin from your lips. "How did it go?"

Jareth smirked, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Let's just say, your friends were quite... receptive to my charms."

"Sure they were," you said, rolling your eyes at Jareth's confident demeanor. "But that's just the easy part. Now comes the real test."

Jareth arched an eyebrow, his smirk faltering slightly. "And what might that be?"

You held his gaze, your expression firm. "You have to get on your knees and beg properly."

At first, Jareth scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You can't be serious. You want me, the Goblin King, to grovel at your feet like some common servant?"

You squared your shoulders, refusing to back down. "Yes, I'm serious. If you want any chance of proving that you're truly sorry for what you've done, you'll do it."

For a moment, Jareth looked ready to argue, his pride warring with his desire to win you back. But then, with a resigned sigh, he dropped to his knees before you, his expression a mixture of reluctance and defiance.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice laced with bitterness. "But don't expect me to enjoy this."

As he began to speak, his words were stilted and insincere, filled with empty apologies and half-hearted excuses. But you refused to accept anything less than genuine remorse, grabbing hold of his shoulders and forcing him to look you in the eye.

"Try again," you said, your voice firm but gentle.

Jareth hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. But then, as if something inside him had shifted, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the facade of arrogance crumbling away to reveal the vulnerable man beneath.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to hurt you, for the pain I've caused, for the trust I've broken. Please... forgive me."

You felt a lump form in your throat as you watched him, the sincerity in his words cutting through the armour you had built around your heart. And as he looked up at you, his eyes pleading for forgiveness, you knew that this was the moment of truth.

With a trembling hand, you reached out and brushed his cheek, the warmth of his skin a tangible reminder of the connection that still lingered between you.

"I forgive you," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "But you have to promise me, Jareth. Promise me that you'll never hurt me like this again."

Jareth nodded, his expression filled with a determination that echoed in his voice. "I swear it, my love. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

"You have one more condition," you declared, your voice firm and unwavering.

Jareth raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. "And what might that be, my dear?"

"You have to let me control the kiss," you stated, your tone leaving no room for negotiation. "I want you to give up your domineering ways, just this once, and let me take control."

For a moment, Jareth seemed taken aback by your request, his smirk faltering slightly. "Oh, really? And why should I agree to such a preposterous demand?"

"Because if you're serious about wanting to make things right between us, you'll do it," you replied, your voice low and commanding.

Jareth sighed, but there was a hint of resignation in his expression. "Very well, my dear. But don't expect me to enjoy being submissive."

As you leaned in to kiss him, you could feel the tension crackling between you, a potent mixture of desire and uncertainty. But as your lips met, all doubts faded away, replaced by a fierce intensity that left you both breathless.

You took control of the kiss with a determination that bordered on desperation, your hands finding their way to his waist as you pulled him closer, your tongue exploring the depths of his mouth with a hunger that bordered on obsession.

At first, Jareth seemed reluctant to relinquish control, his movements stiff and hesitant as he struggled to adjust to your dominance. But as the kiss deepened, you felt him begin to respond, his body melting against yours as he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of sensation.

For a moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you locked in a passionate embrace. And as you finally pulled away, your chest heaving with exertion, you could see the shock written plainly on Jareth's face.

"Well, that was certainly... unexpected," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of sassy defiance.

But as he looked into your eyes, you could see something else there, something vulnerable and raw that made your heart ache with longing.

"I may not have enjoyed being dominated," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't deny that there was something... exhilarating about it."

You smiled, a warmth spreading through you at his admission. "Maybe you're not as opposed to being taken care of as you thought."

Jareth chuckled, the sound like music to your ears. "Perhaps not, my dear. Perhaps not."

As Jareth tried to maintain his composed facade, you sensed his vulnerability, his longing beneath the surface. Without a word, you closed the distance between you, capturing his lips in another kiss, more fervent than before.

His initial resistance crumbled, giving way to a wave of desire that crashed over him. His body responded eagerly to your dominance, melting against you as you deepened the kiss, your hands tightening their grip on his waist.

"Mmm," Jareth moaned softly into your mouth, his voice choking with pleasure and surrender. His hands clutched at your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin as he lost himself in the sensation of being overwhelmed by you.

With each passing moment, his resistance faded further, replaced by a desperate need to be held, to be dominated by your touch. He made submissive sounds helplessly, his breath hitching as you continued to explore the depths of his mouth with your tongue.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, the urgency in his movements matching your own. And as you held him against you with such strength, he seemed dumbfounded by the intensity of his own desire, a realization dawning in his eyes.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, aching with longing and need. But as you looked into Jareth's eyes, you could see something new there, something vulnerable and raw that made your heart swell with tenderness.

"Perhaps being dominated isn't so bad after all," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. You smiled, a sense of satisfaction washing over you. 

"I'm glad you finally see things my way."

[dannystheone]

Hello there. Can you do a lee!Yuu ler!Ace and Duece fic. You may ignore if you want but have a great day ❤️✨

This sounded really cute! And it'll be my first POV fic that I've posted so far, so that's exciting :)

Light cursing! No 18+ 

Yuu will be using gender-neutral pronouns :)

Which One’s Better? Lee Yuu, Ler Ace and Deuce

Yuu finds Ace and Deuce in a disagreement and helps them find a way to settle the score.

I hope you like this!

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 I walked into the common room of Ramshackle house, dressed in a pressed school uniform and ready to start the day. Grim flew tiredly next to me; his eyes blurry with sleep. 

 “Mmmm... Prefect....we need to go back to sleep...meow...” Grim mewed silently. Of course it was nearly seven in the morning, but I had reminded Grim of our early morning last night before going to bed. 

 “Well, it was your fault for going to sleep so late. Maybe if you stopped going into the fridge every few hours to see if food magically appeared from the last time you checked, you’d have more sleep throughout the night.” Grim turned to me with an offended look on his face while I assembled my backpack. 

 “How am I supposed to sleep if I’m hungry?! I was staaarving last night! This is no way to live-” From the other room of Ramshackle House, we heard muffled laughter in tandem. Shouldn’t there be a certain hour where laughing is acceptable? 7 am surely did not warrant it. 

 “Hmm, either we have giggly intruders, or Deuce and Ace are here early.” I noted, while Grim looked scared. His teeth chattered as he bit his fingernails like a cartoon. 

 “Oh, Prefect! What if they steal my cans of tuna that I’ve been saving?! We have to stop them! Meow!” Grim squared his shoulders and flew into the other room while I tagged behind the flying cat. 

 “You had cans of tuna saved up and you stayed up all night looking for OTHER food to eat?!” We tracked the stray giggles into the drawing room around the corner. 

 Ace was sitting on Deuce’s thigh while Deuce was practically hanging off the couch they sat on. Ace mischievously clawed and scribbled into the top of Deuce’s thigh while Deuce tried pushing Ace off of him with what little leverage he had. 

 “Ahahace, stahahahap it! This isn’t fahahahair!” Deuce’s blush was high on his cheeks, his whole body jerking from the small stimulus delivered on his thigh. 

 Grim’s face fell to one of worry to one of annoyance. “Oh, they’re just being stupid. That doesn’t mean they didn’t touch my tuna though. I have to check!” Grim flew past me to his tuna stash, while I turned back at the scene before me.

 “Say I’m the cool guy and the Prefect prefers me over you to-” Ace whirled around at the sound of said Prefect walking in to the sight of them. Ace jumped off of Deuce; the lee’s giggling halting as he fell to the floor. 

  “What’s going on here? And so early in the morning!” Deuce groaned as he picked himself up off the dusty floor. Ace jumped off the couch, full of energy from his Ler High. 

 “Well, Mr. Grouch over here seems to think the Prefect prefers to see his sour face so early in the morning when we pick you guys up to go to school, instead of this fresh and impeccable complexion instead~” Ace gestured to himself as Deuce had regained enough strength to join the party. 

 Deuce sneered at Ace while he locked eyes with me. “Prefect, let’s be serious here. Would you rather see a respectable and feared man to take you to school, or a clown complete with makeup.” Ace turned to Deuce and growled at him. 

 “Hey! Who are you callin’ clown, stone face! I only tickle you so much so your face doesn’t lock permanently into one sour looking mood for the rest of your life!” I furrowed my eyebrows while I came in between them to not start another fight. 

 “Wait, so let me get this straight. You two decided to argue over what I prefer and even went so far as to start tickling each other at nearly 7 in the morning, instead of just asking me personally?” This question made them both blush and shift their hands in their pockets. 

 “W-Well...you were busy with Grim, so-” 

 “I like it when both of you pick me up. I don’t necessarily like one over the other, because when we’re a group we can talk about a lot more stuff on our way there. Don’t you think?” Ace bit his lip while Deuce quirked his eyebrow. They looked sideways at each other, and then back at me. 

 “Mmm, nah, sorry.” Ace concluded.

 “Yeah, not really satisfying.” Deuce added. 

 “After what we go through to make sure you and Grim are okay, you better give us a real answer, huh?” Ace poked me in between my shoulder blades, making me jump from the unexpected sensation. 

 “Yeek! Ah- but- That is my answer! I like seeing both of you in the morning, it wouldn’t feel complete without the two of you!” Deuce and Ace both picked up on my sudden panic and rambling, a mischievous idea hatching between them. 

 “Well, if you only had to choose between the two of us to pick you up, who would it be?” Deuce poked my side while I was facing Ace, which made my side fold in. I held back a squeal, but my face turned red quickly. 

 “Aha- C-Come on guys! This is silly- Wait no!” Deuce and Ace made quick work of carrying me to the couch, careful not to wrinkle my uniform. How nice of them. 

 “Guys reheheally! This isn’t necessary! Why do I have to have a preference if I- Eek!” Deuce sat on my thighs and immediately started scribbling his fingers all over my tummy. The fluttery feelings rippled in my skin, like a stone disturbing a pool of water. Ace held my wrists above my head with one hand, while he started scritching under my armpit with his other. 

 “Nahahaha! Guhuhuys plehehehease!” Ace and Deuce both laughed airily at my reactions. The bastards. I tugged at them, trying to reclaim my body parts from underneath their hold. But they only pressed down harder and tickled faster. 

 “Hmm, how about this instead. You determine which one is the better tickler between the two of us, and we’ll let you go.” Deuce’s tone in his voice dropped to a predatory one. It was pretty flustering to see Deuce’s bent head, his curtained blue hair falling over his eyes, and staring directly at the places he was about to tickle me. 

 “Wouldn’t wanna be late to your first period of the day, especially when you’re sitting on so many threads to attend school here in the first place, aren’t you?” On the other hand, it was equally flustering to have Ace’s face pretty much in MY face, watching my reactions closely as he played with my tickle spots so effortlessly. 

 I couldn’t possibly choose between the two of them. 

 “Nohohoho! Thahahat’s impohohossible!” I giggled out, my face already beet red from the fact that about twenty fingers were tickling me at once and demanding I speak. 

 Neither of them liked my answer, again, and it showed. Ace crawled down to my ribs and started tazing into the sensitive area, while Deuce traveled up my thighs and started kneading into my hips. My eyes squinted shut as my laughter peaked and started getting squeaky. 

 “We’re gonna need that answer, Prefect. School starts at about 7:30 am, and it’s already 7:10. You got about tweeeenty minutes to make up an answer-” Deuce kneaded into my side while elongating the word ‘twenty’, which was unbearable. 

 “-And you still have to walk there. Imagine the embarrassment of walking into class with your blushing face, your wrinkled uniform, your messed up hair, walking to your seat like that? Everyone’s gonna ask what happened to you on your way here.” Ace made a little stick figure out of his fingers and had it walk over my ribs, which was awful.  

 “What are you gonna tell them? Or your teacher? Are you gonna give them an answer or let the rumors spread?” Deuce used both his hands now to pinch and tickle into my sides, my laughter reverberating on the walls. It was quite high and bubbly, for anyone listening. 

 “I-hehehehee! I cahahahan’t chohohohoose!! It’s toohohohoo much!” Ace took his hands off of me and bat Deuce’s hands off the tickle spots he was getting on me as well. 

 “Alright, we’ve stopped now. We’ll give you thirty seconds to make up a decision.” Ace declared. My heart was pounding. There was no way they thought I could just recover and spit out an answer?! And I didn’t want to just randomly pick between the two of them and be done with it, that would be dishonest, and they were my friends. Deuce might take it better than Ace if I were to choose Ace over him, but Deuce’s feelings still got hurt easily as well. 

 “I-I can’t! I really can’t decide! You two are better together rather than when you’re alone! Not that I don’t like you two individually-” I could feel Ace’s hands descend onto my armpits and start to flutter his fingertips lightly. -”buhuhut! You bring out the best in each other when we’re in a group wh-hehe! Whether you know it or not! I prefer it when we’re in a group because you guys are funn-eheheier and we can talk about a lot more stuff-” 

 “Time’s up.” 

 Both boys dove back in to random spots on my body, but the anticipation made my reaction louder than it should have been. 

 “Sorry Prefect, you should have just said any answer and it would have sufficed. Now it needs to be a real answer that you can prove.” Deuce shrugged while Ace bit back a smile at my squirming. 

 “Too bad. I guess they’ll be late afterall. I wonder what kind of rumors will be spread with you walking into class like this? I don’t think they’ll be very nice, seeing as you’re a foreigner and all.” Deuce smiled at my reactions when he squeezed his fingers into my thighs. It definitely did rile me up. 

 “Speaking of not very nice, it’s 7:15. You got fifteen more minutes to collect yourself and make it to class. I got no problems with being late today. Do you, Deuce?” Ace smirked as he looked down as my laughing face and started tickling my ears. They were bright with blush, which meant they were sensitive to the lightest flutters. 

 Deuce started squeezing my knees and scribbling his fingers underneath them, listening intently to the sounds my laughter made at every new technique he used. 

 “Nope, no problems with that. I could even last until second period, if I wanted to~” Ace gasped dramatically as this answer and looked down to me; his ginger hair tickling my nose as he was so close to my face. 

 “You hear that Prefect? Can you last until second period to be late for school? That’s a long time to be tickled, don’t you think? That’s about an hour and some change for us to tickle tickle tickle you all over.” With every use of the word ‘tickle’, Ace would dot all over my tummy with his fingers until he just scribbled all over it. All I could do was laugh. 

 “Hmm, after holding out for so long, I’m starting to think they like getting tickled. Cause who in their right mind wouldn’t just blurt out a random answer at this point and be done with it?” Deuce examined. So much for being honest! 

 “That’s a good point. In fact, I’m gonna put it here where everyone can see.” Ace stopped scribbling my tummy and started drawing out letters over the surface, which drove me mad. The long swooping strokes were impossible to predict. 

 “I. Love. Being. Tiiiiiiiickled~ I’m. Sooooooo. Ticklish~” Ace wrote all over my tummy until there was no more room to ‘write’ anywhere with his fingers. That did it for me. 

 “Okahahahay! Okahahahay! Plehehehehease! Thahahahat’s enohohohough!!” I pleaded. Deuce looked over and bat Ace’s hands away. I caught my breath, my face burning and my heart beating in my chest. 

 “Well? What’s your answer? If we don’t like it, we’ll get back to-” 

 “It’s Ace!” I blurted. Ace pumped his fists with a wide smile on his face. Deuce rolled his eyes and make a ‘tch’ with his mouth. 

 “Ahahalright! And what made you come across the RIGHT decision, huh?” Ace gave Deuce a shit-eating grin as they slowly let me up into a sitting position on the couch. 

 “The-hehe...the tummy writing...it was too much...” I combed back my hair with my hands and tried to fan my face of its flames. Ace celebrated in his little corner of the couch while I looked to Deuce. 

 “Deuce, you also did very well. If Ace hadn’t done what he did, I would have chosen you, completely.” Deuce smiled gently at my words, his own small blush forming. 

 “Oh, thanks. You don’t have to spare my feelings or anything, it was just a game. I appreciate it though.” I checked my watch after returning Deuce’s smile. It was 7:20! 

 “Guys! We have to get to school! I only have ten minutes to make it to class!” I jumped up off the couch, neverminding the dizzy feelings I got in my head from standing up too fast. I grabbed my backpack. 

 “Grim! We have to-” The boys came up from behind me and grabbed my attention. 

 “Woah, woah, Prefect! Didn’t we tell you? Headmage pushed classes to the afternoon today. We start first period at one o’clock!” Ace smiled wide at his own words while Deuce confirmed what he said. 

 I dropped my backpack in shock. 

 “What? Then why were you here so early?!” I demanded. The boys shrugged their shoulders at this. 

 “Uhh, we were bored? And we wanted to hang out. Duh. So what are we gonna do until classes?” 

 My fists clenched. They were messing with me the whole time. But since we have until one o’clock and it was barely 7:30...a lightbulb shone over my head. 

 “You know what...” 

 “Wait, prefect-” 

 “I have the perfect idea for what we should do~”

 “Prefect- NO!!” Both boys yelped and ran for their life with me hot on their trails. The rest of the morning was filled with laughter, breakfast, and enjoying each other’s company.   

[truly-deceitful]

okay so i was on twitter and this video showed up on my tl: https://twitter.com/lunartokki/status/1551882046376656901?t=jNxUZI29PojS2PYnp_26ig&s=19

Rubius: "I promise you for the sake of my Vegettita that ill never steal again"

And i had a thought, that only sleep deprived people have.

Tw: mentions of threats, blood and death (?, Angst lmao

Eventually Quackity gets tired of all the silly little "jokes" the rest of the residents play on him. He has to expect every day to come on in and find his house trashed, spikes placed outside, free fall traps outside and the god forsaken landmines placed everywhere.

Hes tired, but the one thing that makes him snap is when he realizes who tended the traps that day.

:readmore:

Rubius had sworn over and over again, he had sworn over his family, over his pets, over his friends, over his own existance! And every single time he would come back and place another landmine. It became clearer every day, the man couldnt keep a promise even if he wanted to.

Petty getbacks had gotten old by now, karma is a cycle that never breaks and the stakes get higher and higher.

Quackity needed this to stop and to put an end to it all he had to go all in, hes tired of being seen as the naive newcomer, but what could he possibly do to make Rubius listen? What could he do to finally put him in his place?

Whats his weak point?

...

Oh, he knows damn well who it is.

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Rubius finds a nicely wrapped chest outside his house, inside? a couple of iron and golden goodies, but the thing that got his attention was the purple, neatly wrapped envelope. If there was anyone in this town that could make things look so perfect is Vegetta, his Vegettita.

"Meet me at my house, ive been missing you and i have a present waiting for you"

This man knows how to get his attention.

With no hesitation he barely grabbed the necessary stuff and ran towards his friends house, exitedly awaiting whatever surprise he had tended for him.

He knocked the door sevral times but no one answered, he came in after a few minutes, he was expected to show up so hes really not breaking any laws.

A rustle coming in from the kitchen startled him and as soon as he approached the scene left him in shock.

Vegetta tied to a chair and a meanacing Quackity lingering behind him, an enchanted diamond sword lying in the tble beside them. The expression of his friend, terrified. Quackity’s face in the other hand, blank yet a horrifying smirk lingering, he almost looked happy.

"Quackity what are you doing?! This breaks every single law abided by the gods!"

Rubius tried to get closer and free his friend but as soon as a single foot touched the kitchen floor Quackity had already grabbed the sword. He had forgotten everything at his own, he wouldnt be able to fight him now.

"Since when is tht so important to you, huh? You never cared when you placed the mines in my house, or Staxx's house or anyones house really"

He stepped behind Vegetta once again, smiling when the man tensed when he couldnt see him anymore.

"You never cared when you got diamonds before anyone else, or when you made something from the forbidden pages of the carftmans book. Do you care now that Vegetta is in danger now?"

Before he finished the sentence he placed the sword at Vegetta’s neck and started applying evident pressure. Rubius tried once again to step in but the sword started drawing blood.

"I am sorry, i was just goofing around! You know how i am! Its though love!"

Quackity wasnt even looking at his eyes anymore and insted fixiated in the bit of blood runing from the mans neck.

"Qusckity please! Why are you taking it out on him? What do you want? Whatever comes to mind ill give it to you, just drop the sword!"

Their eyes locked but Quackity’s stare made Rubius take a step back, how could the goofy kid he met months ago be the same monster standing infront of him.

"I'm sorry blondie, but you swore youll never do something like that again."

He spared a glace between the two one last time before smiling and grabbing at Vegetta's hair to keep him in place.

"You swore for the sake of your Vegettita"

The sword slashed trough his neck, his limp body falling to the floor around seconds. Rubius falling right beside him, surely he would come back from this.

Rubius tried to scream but once again cowered under the mans stare.

"You swore Rubius, this are simply the consequences of your own actions."

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Monday 20 August 1832

5 ¼

12 25

very fine morning F65° at 6 a.m. – out at 6 35 – with Pickles beginning the wearing at Tilly holm bridge – ½ hour in the library reading over what I read of Thucydides yesterday – breakfast with my father at 8 10 in ½ hour – out at 8 ¾ - Pickles wearing till noon – afterwards he finished the bit of wearing in the walk under the great sycamore tree and then he joined the rest and his man and William Greenwood (and Robert Pickles the sick boy doing over with a quickening rake what had been dug) in the walk – finished it up thro’ the Dolt part – Charles H- and James put me down willow stakes this morning in my walk against the brook – and then were putting up the single railing in Tilly holm against the holly hedge under the wood – a little while with them – loitering in Lower brea wood while Pickles, and then with him the rest of the day – had George Naylor about 6 shewed him as much of my walk as it at all done – he owned Pickersgill made a bad beginning – said I should have him off the farm if he [framed] no better, and set George to try and give him some good advice – home at 6 ¼

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read my letters - 3 pages of ½ sheet from Mrs Norcliffe, Langton - the travellers will probably be home about the 1st of next month - they were rather disappointed with Jersey, having expected too much they went in a common packet from Jersey to Granville (meant to have gone to St Malo but it turned calm and they were glad to land at G-) and made acquaintance on board ‘with a very pleasant family Mr and Mrs Cameron and family living near Bordeaux’ - odd enough! - Donald’s father and illegitimate family by his wife’s maid - such are the risks one runs in making English Scotch or Irish acquaintances in this easy way abroad - the N-s ‘quite rave about the country from Coutance [Coutances] to Rennes – woods, hedges and like England except the miserable cottages - they were much pleased with Rennes and its ancient castle etc. - were to leave there on the 9th inst. - 14 hours per diligence to Caen and they were to go it per Cabriolet Mrs N- thinks they would be at Dieppe on yesterday or Saturday -  Letter also from M- Lawton 3 pages and ends - journey to London put off till next Wednesday week - from London probably to Brighton and Hastings - M- says nothing of her earache or of Grantham - full of her Sunday school and just established sheet and blanket society with the plan of which Mrs Wilbraham so pleased - she begged to join her - ‘we get on beautifully together and all would be well if Mr L- would be a little more consistent, a little more sociable, a little more forbearing, a little more pleased to see others happy, and a little better tempered’ - she wishes Mr W. Crewe was I wish to heaven he was well married I value his friendship and his regard and should heartily rejoice over any change in his present way of life for honestly I think he will go melancholy  it does not seem as if she cared more for him that for me well I trust I have done with her I rarely think of her without irritation – Dinner at 7 ¼ - afterwards wrote all the above of today till 8 35 – my aunt did not sleep till 7 a.m. spasms and pain in her stomach all night, but has been very quiet all the day, and is weak but much better than could be expected – has not come to me in the drawing room this evening – did not like to move from the little sitting room, oven as it is -

[chuckchuck228]

It's almost summer. How do I know it? Because it's 2 am and I am DRAWING INSTED OF SLEEPING

For some reason I do this mainly only in summer time

[rainbowsans]

I'm curious, what kind of schedule do you have for yourself when it comes to comms and projects? How do you keep yourself to it? Do you have a reward system, goal system, time system, etc. in place?

I have ADHD and I'm trying to find different methods to compare notes and see how different people do it to see if I should try it!

Thanks!

ummm this is actually really hard to answer?? in a way??? the thing with me is that, since i dont wanna self diagnose myself because im unsure and i dont wanna be wrong, but i think i probably have ahdh that i have to see a professional about when i submit my form. BUT, um that being said its really hard to keep a schedule for myself because my depression takes a toll of me, im not motivated, i constantly get distracted and my focus is on something else, or my sleep schedule prevents me from staying on time with things....but the way i TRY do it, personally...

i practice doing a routine! since im currently fixing my sleep schedule when i sleep early, i start off with waking up in the morning, make breakfast and start working on comms when i fishing eating and i do this for about 2 to 3 hours! i honestly like work on 2-3 comms a day, i try to at-least and then be done with the rest of the day!

because i literally burned and stressed myself out so bad when i just non stopped worked on comms the entire day. this results with me hurting my wrist, result in burnout and art block; so to avoid that i just work on comms for 2 to 3 hours and when im done i stop the entire day and work on other projects!

i think its more of a time & goal system??? i think....the goal with doing this for myself is that i can relax and play video games or just draw self indulgent stuff!

i hope this inst,,,pathetic and such. fdnsbfsdbkfjs but its how i try to do it! im not the best keeping track with stuff, i procrastinate, and i forget so i write down all my comms in a journal to keep tabs on what i need to finish and just....try to do my routine qwq

[dirt-cup-draco]

Ron x Reader- For Her

Hi! Could you please do a Ron Weasley × reader where the reader is with them on the horcrux journey because the reader was always part of the golden trio. So insted of like, Ron and Mione flirting/liking each other/ kissing at the battle its the reader and Ron? Thank you! 

a/n: sorta focusing on one part of the horcrux journey and tweaking it to fit!

“Harry!” You hissed after the boy who had gotten out of bed after seeing something peeking out of your tent. You knew he was easily distracted but this was maddening. How were you supposed to keep him safe, keep all of you safe, if he ran off? 

You could feel the damp ground against your socks as you trailed after him and you shivered, the foreboding air in the forest overwhelming. “Come back!” You tried again. “I can’t leave Hermione here,” 

“Then stay with her,” Harry tossed over his shoulder, never pausing as he followed the doe that had enraptured him. You could admit that it was odd, and more than likely a sign. Yet, you were more afraid that it was a trap.

“Harry!” You shouted after him once more but he wasn’t looking back. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, looking around wildly at the dark forest as Harry took confident steps forward, chasing the doe through the Forest of Dean. You supposed that this would be a lovely place to come camping if you weren’t living in fear. 

You shuffled back into the tent, the glow of the lantern casting a warmth throughout the space that you didn’t feel. You shed your damp and muddy socks, replacing them with a thicker pair from your hastily packed back. Hermione was curled up beneath her blanket, the worry lines gone from her face. 

It had been some time since you had seen your friends without responsibility and fear marring their young features and you were absolutely certain the same was true for you. Suddenly, Hermione jerked in her sleep. Muttering something intelligible she rolled over in her dreaming state, settling back down as you remained silent. 

You know you should wake her. She’d be furious in the morning once she found out Harry had left in the middle of the night and she hadn’t been alerted. Yet, there were three of you and only two wands. Harry had taken her’s on his way out and now you were the only one of two with protection. The tent was the best place for you two to be. 

You paced around the small enclosure, chewing on your lip in worry. It seemed like the right thing to do, to follow Harry, yet you had already made up your mind. You needed to stay and protect wherever was safe and pray that Harry didn’t get himself into more trouble than he could manage. 

Needless to say, your expectations were at an all time low. 

--

“What are you doing here? Why did you come back?”

The words stung more than the bitter cold water Ron had just pulled a drowning Harry from. Ron gripped the sword tighter in his hand as Harry tugged his jeans on, still shaking from the ordeal. Even in the dark Ron could see the bruises already forming on his friend’s hands and feet from pounding at the ice that had nearly become his coffin. 

“You know why,” He bit out, his heart aching. Ron had too many questions to ask and now was not the time as Harry laid Salazar’s locket carefully down on a fallen tree. His palms were sweating and he had a difficult time looking Harry in the eye. He had left his best friends and the girl he loved to fend and fight for themselves when he could have, should have, been fighting alongside with them. It had been eating at him more than he’d care to admit.

Yet, when Harry looked at Ron, he felt like his friend knew his inner turmoil. “When it opens-” Harry began, choosing not to draw this out any further, “-you can not hesitate.” 

Ron gulped but nodded instead. He knew what he had to do and he wasn’t afraid. It would just be one more horcrux down and he could sleep that much better at night. Ron Weasley had the tool, and the power, to destroy a sliver of Voldemort. It might have seemed inconsequential to many, but for him it was just what he needed. 

“I’m ready,” 

The parseltongue slipped from Harry’s mouth with ease and Ron steeled himself against whatever was to come next. Shoulders squared, knees locked and eyes trained on the locket, he was more ready than he’d ever be. So when the clasp came undone, with an unassuming pop, Ron stalled. It was only a second but that second had given the soul within time to design a strategy. 

“I have seen your dreams Ronald Weasley” The thin voice whispered to him as inky black clouds swirled through air. The atmosphere was weighed down and Ron found it hard to take a deep breath as he stumbled backwards, the cloud stretching and shifting as it advanced towards him and then dipped away before climbing and hiding his view of Harry. 

“Smash it!” Harry hollered but Ron could hardly hear it as spiders appeared, peaking out from the trees and scuttling up from under the leaves. All advanced towards him and he took two steps back on shaking legs, falling on his behind as he tripped over himself. 

He couldn’t tear his eyes as the voice continued, taunting him by picking at his deepest insecurities. You seemed to materialize from nowhere, rising out of the onyx smoke like a heavenly spectre. “In what world could I ever love you?” Came your voice, a shrill laugh breaking free from your lips. 

“Ron! It isn’t her!” Harry tried to stand but a large gust from the impending shadow blew towards him and he fell back against the tree he had taken shelter against. “She would never hurt you, especially not like this!” He argued, hoping his friend saw sense. 

Ron was enraptured by your beauty even as you mocked him. From a distance he heard Harry speaking to him but it passed through his ears like a breeze and he was unbothered. Even in your cruelty your eyes were the prettiest he’d ever seen, your voice what kept him sane, your smile- however twisted and sinister at the moment- gave him his strength. You were Ron’s reason, always had been. 

So when Harry’s form shifted into the darkness, standing beside you as you linked your arms with his, Ron’s heart sank lower than it ever had before. “Why would I ever pick you over him? Harry’s family left him money, left him a legacy. But you? You’re nothing,” It was a nice to his heart and Ron couldn’t help but whimper, pleading for this nightmare to end. 

The pitch-black soul that had ruptured from the locket was pushing Ron as far as he could, but it was becoming drunk off of the way you could see Ron’s heart breaking so clearly. In all of it’s glorious emotional torture, the piece of Voldemort that had rotted long before being put in the locket seemed to have forgotten something vital. You never push a Gryffindor too far. They may hold restraint, but their bite is much worse than their bark, and now Ron was ready to bite back. 

He blinked back the tears that begun to well up at the sight of you and Harry, lips locked together and bodies intertwined. The sight of you both was too smooth, too perfect, too wrong. The smoke couldn’t create your imperfections, or possibly chose not to. Your eyes were glazed over, skin airbrushed and lips pale. Your cheeks were without freckles brought out by the sun, your chin absent of the small scar you’d obtained after Malfoy had tripped you and you’d fallen onto the floor of the Potions room first year. Your hair was neat and smooth all the way across your shoulders, when typically it stuck up everywhere. 

This wasn’t you. Ron knew that now. You weren’t perfect, and that was why he loved you. Your imperfections, your sunspots, your scars, they were a part of you and he loved them. With a mighty roar fitting of a Gryffindor, Ron raised Godric’s sword above his head and in three long strides he burst through the smoke, lungs constricting. With one powerful swing downwards, Ron felt the sword make contact with the horcrux and he relished in the breath of fresh air he was able to take as the smoke fizzled out, nothing to hold onto anymore. 

Harry gaped at him, standing with a shove off from the tree before wiping his muddied hands on his trousers. He shuddered even as the sun began to rise, his clothes still soaked through.  “I’m glad you came back when you did, Y/N will be pleased to see you,” He admitted to the Weasley that was not five feet away but felt impossibly far from him. 

Ron hesitated, but seeing Harry shake from cold reminded him of the eleven year old boy he’d met; thin and unused to kindness, shaking in his dorm room on the first night because he hadn’t thought himself allowed to search or ask for a second blanket. “I’m glad I came too...and it wasn’t all for her. I wanted to see you and ‘Mione too, you’re my best friends,” 

Harry cracked a smile, righting the glasses on his nose that had become crooked from the ordeal. “We ought to get back to camp then before they think I’m dead,” 

“Lead the way, Chosen One,” 

--

Hermione was the first to wake, the low sound of voices buzzing through the air and altering the white noise she had become accustomed to. Blinking away sleep, she let her eyes adjust to the shift from dusk to dawn. Tossing her blanket off of her, she made sure you were still asleep, before making her way out of the tent. 

Harry was on the hill above the tent, shuffling around on stiff limbs, lips...blue? The landscape had been painted in a milky blue light but that wasn’t right for the chill that seemed to have taken over Harry. “Everything alright?” 

“Better than,” Harry commented, arm sweeping forward to reveal Ron who had lingered a few steps back. The redhead looked sheepish, his bag supported on his shoulder while he supported the sword with his other hand. 

“Hey,” Was all Ron was able to think of. Hermione only scowled. 

“Hey!?” She asked, taking a step forward as her voice pitched towards the end of her sentence. “You’ve been gone for weeks Ronald, and all you have to say is ‘Hey’?”

The commotion broke through the thin veil of sleep that you had managed to slip beneath not even two hours ago. Exhaustion pulled heavy on your eyelids but Hermione’s shrill voice was filled with anger and Harry’s nervous was shaking on ever note as he denied knowing where her wand was. 

Why would they need a wand?  You wondered, smacking your lips at the sour taste that sleep had brought along. Wand. Safety. They need a wand. Not safe. They’re not safe, they need a wand. 

The thoughts jostled you from your sleep and you were tearing your blankets from you, struggling to stand as your feet got caught in your blankets. Grabbing your wand, you wasted no time in putting on your slippers before you were stumbling through the tent. “Harry, Hermione, are you alright?” You gasped as you tried to fix your watery vision on the pair. 

“I think they are,” Ron commented as the pair stopped in their tracks, Hermione pausing her threats to Harry as she eyed you, Harry forgetting to retreat from the Granger Danger in front of him. 

The reassurance should have comforted you, but the voice giving you that comfort was impossible. You fixed your gaze on the worse for wear Weasley a few yards away and your heart leapt into your throat, causing you to clear your throat in an effort to speak. One foot moved forward. You opened your mouth to speak. Once, closed. Twice, closed. Three times and you were lost for words. What do I say?! You wanted to ask your friends as they stood frozen in time, waiting for you to make your first move. 

Ron was biding his time as well, waiting for you to ask what he was doing here, like Harry, or threaten him (with good intentions) like Hermione. Instead, you chose an approach that was so completely you that it made Ron quake in his spot. 

A grin broke out onto your features and one step suddenly wasn’t enough as your legs propelled your forward with a new speed, desperation and hope licking at your heels as you collided with Ron. Your arms were quick to encircle his neck and his own found their way around your waist, securing you to him as you pressed your cheek against his. 

Struggling to keep his hold on you as you hung from him. Ron hoisted you up and you found your support as he changed his position- gripping the backs of your thighs before wrapping them around his own waist.Once you were steady, his arms snaked back around your midsection. His scruffy cheek was rough against your own but you reveled in the reminder that he was real, he was there, he was safe. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” You sighed, a weight lifted from you as the man you adored squeezed you tighter. 

“Merlin, I’ve missed you too,” He choked out, burying his face in your neck and breathing you in. “It’s good you’ve been here to take care of those two,” 

Harry opened his mouth to protest, Hermione elbowed him. Hard. 

You laughed for the first time in weeks but it was watery, tears having welled up. “Maybe so, but who is going to take care of you? I’ve never met a bigger fool in my life,” 

Ron seemed to loosen up too, laughing along with you as you took comfort in each other’s presence. However, he caught his two best friends staring at him from behind your back and embarrassment was quick to creep up on him. Begrudgingly, he loosened his grip and you settled to the floor, the damp leaves beneath you making no noise. When he looked back over your shoulder, the pair had disappeared back into the tent. Thank god he had you alone, he wasn’t sure he could cry in front of Harry or Hermione. 

You weren’t ready to part yet, keeping your hand against his jaw, thumb stroking along his cheekbone. “I feared every night that you were gone, that something- anything- happened, and none of us were there. I was so frightened I’d never see you again,” The admission seemed to be the straw that broke the camels back and you dissolved into tears, chest rising and falling erratically with the force of your sobs. 

“I’m here now,” Ron promised, voice cracking. Resting his hand atop yours, he stopped you as you moved to pull away. “I am here, and I am never leaving again,” 

You sniffled but the fears were all rising up and shoving down any semblance of calm you might hold onto. Everything you had been worried about was rising to the surface as the man you trusted most, the man you trusted to support you, arrived. You didn’t have to be strong anymore, he was here to hold you. 

“Never again, Ron, swear it,” You finally managed to get out between heaving breaths, tear stained cheeks on fully display as you brushed your nose against Ron’s, leaving him breathless. 

Nuzzling his nose back against yours, his lips felt the ghost of yours as he spoke. “I swear,” 

The faint feel of his lips nearing yours, the overwhelming relief and the crippling fear, the enormous amount of love you felt for him- it was boiling over as you breathed each other in and when Ron tried to steady himself and pull away, you were following after him.

“I need more than words,” You hinted as his hands flexed on your hips.

“What do you need?” He managed but he was practically becoming nonverbal at your proximity, his only thought being you. 

“You, only- and always- you,” You promised before skimming your lips over his, experimenting. 

It was all Ron needed for his restrain to break and he was smiling, angling your head up to him so that he could slide his lips against yours with more confidence. You whined when his tongue prodded against your lips asking, begging for more. It was soft, subtle noise that Ron wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t taking in your every breath and sound. Your hands were tangled in his hair, breathing him in to replace any other thought and sensation. 

You felt as if you were on fire, your skin hot wherever Ron touched you. Your desperation was clear as you sighed into his mouth, a plea for him to never let you go again. Yet, Ron was burning up and he didn’t want to fizzle out. He would be damned if he didn’t have more time with you. 

“We have to go,” Came the startling interruption from a panicked Hermione. 

You whipped around to face her, realizing only now that she and Harry had taken the tent down, all of your belongings packed. “W-why?” You asked, Ron’s hand squeezing your hip comfortingly when he sensed your spike in panic. He was forced to swallow down his own. 

“Harry was checking the area, making sure it was safe but it isn’t, he said he spotted six snatchers and Greyback. We have to go before they catch up, we aren’t.... ready to face them yet,” She explained in a hurry, grabbing Ron’s bag from where she had thrown it at him earlier. It was true, you were all too exhausted to put up much of a fight, and you were clearly outnumbered. 

“Let’s get out of here then,” You croaked, stepping out of Ron’s safe embrace as Harry and Hermione trekked ahead. 

Ron fumbled for a moment, grabbing Godric’s sword before chasing after you. Slipping his hand into yours, he smiled down at you and you couldn’t fight the smile you gave back.

“Remember, I’m here,” He whispered in your ear, squeezing your hand. 

“Good, because you’re stuck with me now,” You tried to tease even if the worry was clear on your face as you raced through the forest. 

“And you’re stuck with me,” He promised. 

Despite the unknowing, Ron felt his chest swell with hope. Today wasn’t the end of what you two had started and he would be damned if he ever let anything happen that meant otherwise. Ron would make sure you all made it out of this. 

After all, he’d come back for you and he wasn’t planning on losing sight of you ever again. 

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