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[prairiegh0st]

Everlastingly Yours

[tossawary]

Thinking about the actual living arrangements between Wu Yanzi and Shen Jiu is interesting, because I would think that Wu Yanzi should be more than a little concerned that his new apprentice might decide to turn that bloody sword on him sooner or later.

Putting this below a cut because I'm talking about child abuse here.

You can come up with all sorts of angsty, abusive behavior for Wu Yanzi on the premise that he's afraid of what Shen Jiu might do, simpler examples being things like "he might have made Shen Jiu sleep outside if he was ever taking a room at an inn" and "he might have regularly taken all of Shen Jiu's belongings away because he couldn't 'trust' his disciple with them". More extreme, antagonizing examples being things like "he might have tied Shen Jiu up at night like a dog" or "he might have planted some kind of talismans that prevented Shen Jiu from coming near him or from leaving a small space". He might have even been "matter of fact" about it. Not obviously taking pleasure in a "necessary measure".

I don't think Wu Yanzi treated Shen Jiu like complete shit all the time, I think it probably would have depended on his moods, as it does with many abusers. I just think it's interesting to think about why exactly young Shen Jiu was "terrified to death" of this person. There has to have been a line of "worth putting up with this to learn some cultivation techniques" keeping Shen Jiu from deciding to just risk it and try to kill Wu Yanzi (the line ends up being Yue Qi at the Conference).

It's possible that Wu Yanzi treated Shen Jiu kind of okay most of the time, actually, trusting in his young apprentice's fear without relying on any kind of physical abuse. At the beginning, Wu Yanzi is something of a cultivator and Shen Jiu is not. By forcing Shen Jiu to participate in his foul crimes, he makes it harder for Shen Jiu to leave him, because now Wu Yanzi can threaten to TELL PEOPLE what Shen Jiu has done. And seeing Wu Yanzi kill people in horrific ways such as the Cursed Black Light talismans functions as a very effective threat by itself. "Behave or I'll kill you," is probably all the rope that Wu Yanzi would need to tie Shen Jiu up at night, honestly, stopping his apprentice from killing him in his sleep. Verbal threats and abuse are more than enough, especially when said by an actual murderer.

I think it's interesting to think about the different ways that abuse manifests, and how the different styles of abuse from Qiu Jianluo and Wu Yanzi might have affected Shen Jiu. We don't see a lot of Shen Jiu's life with Wu Yanzi, so we don't know whether or not his behavior was playfully cruel or tersely paranoid or coldly detached. It's easier to draw links between Shen Jiu's abusive treatment of Luo Binghe and Qiu Jianluo's abuse of Shen Jiu.

Anyway, I was thinking about this because I was thinking about more Canon Divergence AUs for Qijiu. Like, what if, after killing Qiu Jianluo, Shen Jiu gets a taste of what his life will be like under Wu Yanzi and throws caution to the wind to murder this guy? He desperately wants to learn cultivation, yes, but he doesn't want another master. Maybe there's some bounty on Wu Yanzi's head and Shen Jiu decides to take it, and hopefully leverage the kill as his legitimate entrance into the cultivation world?

I'm wondering how easy it would be to somehow get Shen Jiu to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect when Yue Qi has been trapped in the Ling Xi caves. I don't think that Shen Jiu would be happy about Yue Qi's imprisonment at all. That could end up being a very dramatic rescue.

[fixfoxnox]

Ghost's Dead Fiance

Description: There were two things that Soap knew: He was in love with Ghost and Ghost was still in love with his dead fiance, Roach.

Warnings: Misunderstandings (very angsty trust me guys), sadness everywhere, Roach is definitely dead guys, sorry he's just gone :(

Note: Roach fans I am begging you not to block me and to actually read this I stg I am one of you believe that I am not leading you astray with this

Soap had worked with Simon "Ghost" Riley for a little over two years now. Two years of getting to know the man and all of his little intricacies. Two years of falling in love.

He'd believed the other man was a hard-ass when they first met, always so focused and serious, even on their down time. Then he'd learned. He'd started to see the truth and draw more and more of Ghost personality out into the light. The man was tough, but he also had an affinity for silly little jokes Soap would have heard from his dad when he was younger.

Ghost was serious, but he was also self-confident and playful. He would be more than willing to drop a smug comment about how good he was or make some dry comment after Shepherd had spoken, usually a comment that would get Soap in trouble because he'd be laughing too hard.

Soap liked to think that over the two years of working with Ghost, he'd gotten to really know the man. He'd learned the big things, like Ghost's humor and how his voice sounded when he was upset by something, it would always break somewhere toward the end of his sentence. He'd learned the little things too, like how Ghost liked his coffee and the fact that he would only eat eggs if they were scrambled.

He hadn't realized until he'd been alone in the streets of Las Almas, sure he was going to die by himself, with no one there. He hadn't realized until then that he loved Ghost. He'd tried the man over the radio at first, calling for him several times. No answer came through and a thick pooling of dread formed in his throat. He'd collapsed to the ground soon after, his heart heavy and his mind telling him to just give up.

Then he'd heard it, Ghost's voice on the line, calling for him with concern. His heart had given a large burst of affection, warmth filling him despite the cold and wet atmosphere around him. Ghost was alive, he was alive and he was waiting for Soap. He was giving Soap comfort in the form of his stupid little jokes and quips. Soap realized when he was in the cafe just how much he seemed to react to the other man. He realized with startling clarity that somewhere along the line of annoying the shit out of the man and befriending him, he'd managed to fall for him.

That realization should have been lovely for him. It should have made him feel warm all over when he came to that conclusion. He was in love with Ghost, and he'd always been taught that love was a good thing. But he knew Ghost. He'd learned practically everything about the man. Which meant he also knew that Ghost was still stuck, was still in love with someone else. Someone long dead.

Soap had first learned about Roach in the locker room after a mission. They'd been cleaning up and Ghost had stripped his shirt off, leaving nothing but his identification disk on. Soap had noticed then the shiny pair of dog tags that sat next to Ghost's disk.

He hadn't said anything about them at the time. It wasn't until a few weeks later when he saw them again that he asked. He could see them much closer this time, they'd fallen out of Ghost's shirt when he'd leaned across him to grab something. Soap had caught the glinting of the silver and the flash of a name.

"Who's Roach?"

He saw Ghost tense. He'd watched the other man quickly tuck the tags back under his shirt and he'd been surprised when his LT had replied with a rather harsh, "Mind your own, MacTavish." He knew immediately that whoever Roach was, he was a sore subject for Ghost.

He'd done some quick research on the tags then. With identification disks, they stayed with the soldier no matter what, but as he learned quickly, that wasn't the same with dog tags. He'd felt horror creep up his throat as he read on. If a soldier died, one of his tags stayed with him and the other went with his loved ones. Ghost only had one tag with him. Whoever Gary "Roach" Sanderson was, he was dead and he was clearly very important to Ghost.

He hadn't asked about Roach since then, but he'd picked up enough. As Ghost grew more comfortable with him, the man would occasionally mention Roach, usually with one of his hands gripping that dog tag and a bittersweet look on his face. Soap had seen people grieve before. He knew the process. He knew that Ghost was still grieving.

That became especially clear to him when he learned exactly who Roach had been to his LT.

They were sitting together at a bar, sipping whiskey with Price and Gaz, chatting idly. Soap had mentioned something about home, about the nature in Scotland. Ghost had given a low chuckle at his animated descriptions before commenting, "My fiance, Roach, wanted to visit Scotland at one point. Never quite got around to it."

Soap had seen the way that Ghost gripped his drink tighter and brought it up to his mouth, taking a quick swig of it. Likely to wash down the wave of emotions that had been drawn from him. Soap felt terrible for the man, his heart aching for the loss he felt. But he also recognized fully that Ghost was still in love with Roach.

He'd seen the way Ghost's eyes had lit up, he'd heard the softness in his voice, he'd seen the tell tale signs that the man was giving a soft sort of smile under his mask. He knew. He'd seen it. He knew that Ghost was still in love with his dead fiance. The man had clearly never let himself fully grieve, and the fact that he would occasionally speak about Roach as though he were still alive only told Soap that for certain. The fact that he'd accidentally called Soap the other man's name on several occasions, with an immediate apology afterward, also made it clear that the man was still grieving.

So, he was in love with Ghost but Ghost was still in love with a dead man. He couldn't offer much in the way of helping Ghost to grieve, but he could do what he could to protect him. If that meant fighting off people who tried to get to his LT by pretending to be a dead man, than Soap would do it.

"Hey, Soap!" Soap stopped from where he'd been walking to meet with Price to discuss his and Ghost's next mission. He recognized the man who called out to him, he worked in the visitors center. That was why it surprised Soap so much when the other man asked, "Have you seen Ghost?"

Soap wrinkled his brows, "I think LT is in his office." The man had given him a nod and moved to go past him, Soap stopped him with a hand around his arm, "Why do you ask?"

The other man shrugged him off, "He has a visitor, guy said he was Ghost's fiance."

Soap felt himself freeze as he watched the other man walk away from him, headed toward Ghost's office. Something was clearly wrong. Ghost's fiance, Roach, he was dead. That meant that whoever was outside claiming to be him, was someone who was actually here to get to Ghost somehow. Potentially there to hurt him. Soap wasn't going to let them get the chance.

With that thought in mind, he turned quickly marching his way toward the visitors center with anger burning in his chest. How dare someone try to use Ghost's grief to get to him? How dare someone pretend to be a dead man, a dead man who deserved to rest.

He spotted the man as soon as he walked into the visitors center, he knew it had to be him because he was the only other person in the room. He was a shorter man with messy hair and soft brown eyes and if Soap wasn't so pissed that this man was impersonating his friend and crushes dead partner, he would have noted how good looking the man was.

As it stood, he marched toward the man, calling, "Hey, you Ghost's fiance?"

The other man turned to him, startled. Soap watched as his eyebrows furrowed together, confusion and a bit of trepidation on his face. Soap expected that, after all, he hadn't sounded too nice when he asked. "Um, yes?" The other man shifted on his feet, "Sorry, who are you?"

"I'm Soap," he went to continue, only for the other man to light up a bit, a small smile on his face as he stepped forward and cut in.

"Oh! Hi, it's so nice to finally meet you! Ghost has told me about you," He gave the man a soft smile and Soap found his fists clenching at his sides as the man added, "I'm Roach!"

Soap glared at him, "I don't know what game you're playing at," the surprise on the other man's face returned, "But you aren't Roach."

The man shook his head slowly, his mouth falling open slightly as he responded, "I'm sorry? I am Roach, I'm Ghost's fiance. He has told you about me, right?"

"Roach is dead," Soap bit out, "So I don't know what you're trying to do, but you should stop. I'm not letting anyone fuck with Ghost like this, it's just cruel."

The other man stared at him blankly, his eyes wide and his mouth dropped open a bit. He seemed genuinely shocked by Soap's words, as though he hadn't known that Roach was dead. Soap felt a little smug at catching the other man out. "Simon," the man stuttered after a moment, "Did he tell you I was dead?"

Soap felt anger burn through him again, was this guy really going to keep trying it? "Listen," Soap started with annoyance tinting his words, "You need to-"

"Roach?" Soap froze, as Ghost's confused voice rang out around the room. He turned just a bit, just enough that he could see Ghost's furrowed brows as he stared at the two men in front of him. "Soap? What are you doing here?"

The man behind him pushed forward, his face fixed into something rough as he asked, "Simon, did you tell your team that I was dead?!"

Ghost seemed taken aback by the question, his eyes widening as he shook his head, "No? Of course not, why would I do that?"

Soap turned to the man next to him wildly then, "Wait you're actually Roach? You were telling the truth?"

The man, Roach apparently, nodded to him rapidly, "Of course I was telling the truth! Why did you think I was dead?"

"You thought Roach was dead?" Both of the men's attention turned fully to Soap and he found himself flushing red, cool embarrassment running through his system.

He stuttered for a moment, trying to explain himself, "Ghost only wears one of your dog tags and that usually means the person is dead, I looked it up! And," he wheeled around to point at Ghost, "You kept talking about him like he was dead! All of the 'Roach wanted to go to Scotland, never got around to it' type of stuff didn't help me!"

"Roach did want to go to Scotland," Ghost stressed, stepping closer to him, "He just hasn't mentioned it in a while which is why I said 'wanted,' not because he was dead!"

"I still want to go to Scotland!"

Soap turned to Roach with wide eyes. He'd potentially just made the worst first impression that he ever could with someone. "I am so sorry! I really thought you were dead!"

A moment passed where Roach just stared at him before, to his surprise, the man gave a small laugh. He covered his mouth with his hand to try and hide it, but Soap could still see the mirth in his eyes and he flushed red again. "It's okay," he gave another laugh, "I'm actually kind pleased to know that you were ready to punch someone out for impersonating dead me." He gave another laugh, the sound of it flowing through Soap and warming him considerably.

Ghost made his way over to the two fully, rolling his eyes as he did, "Next time you think someone is impersonating one of my dead loved ones, MacTavish, just let me handle it." Soap watched him wrap an arm around Roach, tugging him closer. He watched the man tug his mask up and lean down to connect his lips to Roach's, a small smile on his face as he did. Soap watched them, his chest panging oddly at the sight.

"Right," he muttered out lowly, "Sorry."

"Hey," Roach pulled away from Ghost suddenly, beaming at Soap with a bright grin, "I'm taking Ghost out for lunch later, why don't you come with us? Could get to know the not dead version of me."

Soap felt warm at the offer, something in him pulling pleasantly at the idea of spending some time with not only Ghost, but Roach as well. "I wouldn't want to intrude," he spoke carefully.

Roach was quick to wave him off, "You wouldn't be intruding, silly. I invited you! Come with us?"

Soap stared at him for a moment, mapping out the lines of his face and just how attractive Ghost's fiance (not dead) really was. Finally he gave a nod, feeling hot all over as he responded, "Okay, yeah. Sure."

Roach gave him another one of those beaming grins and he could have sworn he felt his heart stutter over in his chest. "Excellent! Meet us by the parking lot in an hour, yeah?"

Soap gave a simple nod to the two men before watching them retreat further into the base, Ghost's arm still wrapped around Roach as they walked. Soap could see Roach talking animatedly to Ghost from where he stood.

Soap realized that the two things that had been almost fact to him for the past several months needed to be revised. He was in love with Ghost and Ghost was still in love with his dead fiance, Roach. Those weren't true anymore.

Soap knew better now. He knew the truth. Soap knew three things: he was in love with Ghost, Ghost's fiance was alive and unbelievably attractive, and he was absolutely whipped for two men who were dating one another. He thought he might add a fourth thing to that list as well: he was absolutely fucked.

NEVER EVER DOUBT ME AGAIN I WOULD NEVER WRITE DEAD ROACH ARE YOU GUYS CRAZY???????

FUCK THE ROACH IS GHOST'S DEAD FIANCE TROPE, ITS BEEN DONE, ITS DEAD, I'M KILLING IT GET THAT SHIT OUT OF HERE

RAHHHH SOAP/GHOST/ROACH FOREVER RAHHHH HIMBO SOAP RIGHTS RAHHHHH

[tulipe-rose]

Oh my, how nice of you to stop by !

Would you mind reading this little introduction of mine? >>

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I'm Saffron, you can give me any nickname you like. (my friends call me Saff, I nickname myself Ron, or rosy when I'm in a pinky mood)

No, this isn't a Hu Tao rp account (sorry to disappoint!!/gen). I'll be using her character as the theme for my blog.

My birthday is on the 6th of January.

My favourite color is blue (specifically baby blue) and purple

I'm a self taught fanartist and fanfiction author. Trying to learn how to animate

I'm impulsive and can do the weirdest things out of pure boredom. I even started learning Russian because of it. (no regrets, Russian is pretty cool)

Speaking of languages, I can speak Arabic and English fluently, and I'm currently learning French, Russian, and Japanese.

I really like anime, and my current fixation is on the Bungou Stray Dogs manga, including every single spin off.

I occasionally draw fanarts, and maybe post some hcs, but that would be on my main blog @saffron0v0

My ocs are Marie, Celestine and Sayaki Haga.

This blog is dedicated to writing, and it would contain some non fandom stuff. Probably about the happenings of my daily life.

I probably have undiagnosed ADHD but I don't really know.

I love making new friends, and i greatly treasure my current friends.

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I do requests, and some of my fandoms are :

Kny

Silent voice

Ansatsu no Kyoshitsu

Bnha

Jshk

Sxf

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Things I will do are, {canonx reader, canon x oc, oc x oc, or just a platonic fluffy or angsty one shot, I can do self discovery and internal struggles aswell} prompts along with the requests would be appreciated.

However things I absolutely won't be doing under any circumstances are, {smut, gn!reader x canon (since I'm Muslim I can't support LGBTQIA++, I'm very sorry), gn!reader x oc, basically anything gay (again I'm sorry), proships, bar fights, and anything containing drugs (unless it's about letting go of that kind of lifestyle, and getting clean of the drugs, then I'd do it.)}

I can do gn!reader in any platonic contexts, though, so you can ask for that.

You can comment on this post if you have anymore fandoms you might like to read.

Request: Open 🔓

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And whoever is reading this: I want you to know you're priceless, and that you shouldn't underestimate yourself (how ironic of me to say, of all people)

[llycaons]

I talk big about in-character writing as if I wasn't 2 chapters into a wx AU of a desperately tragic yet very hokey movie called 'unleashed' about an orphan raised like a dog by a mob boss as an enforcer who breaks free from his captors and starts reconnecting with his humanity and this orphan hero is none other than lan wangji...

edit: I'm almost done and this is less offensively bad that just....deeply odd. long rambling post under the cut

this is why I tend to dislike AUs based on very specific works - the characterizations and relationships just don't match and it feels like reading another story. because it IS.

first of all, why is this dehumanized and abused character manipulated into a weapon who lost his parents young and was treated like an animal lwj and not wwx? it would fit the story better. wwx (survivalist, very powerful, abused and used in canon) escapes and finds a lovely, stable, (wealthy), somewhat naive, caretaking piano teacher with a young son. he slowly recovers in a safe place as he grapples with his past of abuse and cruelty. he learns to love and be loved. but lwj is one of the wealthiest and most sheltered characters in the show! the choices simply do not make sense!

like...the lwj is decent, but that's only bc this lwj has been raised in very different circumstances and his core character traits (loving animals/music/wwx/small children, having a hidden humorous side, wanting to help people and generally unwilling to hurt the innocent) are somewhat simplistic. his other important traits (like his specific relationship with rules, his character arc as it related to his sect, how he acts wrt his privilege) don't really get a chance to manifest in this situation. he's pretty straightforward, which just makes the wx dynamic pretty boring.

based on his thoughts and dialogue, wwx just thinks he's just a hot sweetheart and so so good and brave. which he IS ig, but it's lacking the drama or intrigue or flair of canon. canon wwx didn't fall in love with simply a good brave kind sweetheart, he fell in love with someone with very strong principles that aligned with his, who challenged him at every turn and surprised him with his hidden sweet side and caretaking streak and humor and eventual willingness to break rules. who is also hot and good at swordfighting. there's shades of this to the relationship, but it's ultimately just a watered-down and decontextualized version of canon. and the draw of wwx and lwj and their relationship has so much to do with canon that this AU is just kind of boring and irrelevant to read

speaking of which, the wwx is VERY odd and somewhat insulting. he's currently a single dad of a-yuan (🙄, and side note but wq and wn aren't even RELATED to the bad wens???? way to drop a really important and thematically relevant detail), and he's a building super so he collects rents, and his personal history is similar to college except he has this really strange characterization around college and in this entanglement with this woman whose death he feels responsible for. like he describes himself as a failing student who drank way too much without getting into the why of it all or the other people who were definitely in his life at the time, also canon wwx at that same age was still a highly prolific and celebrated author even in the midst of severe trauma AND alcoholism. and he described himself and this oc woman as 'two shitty people who had nobody else to be shitty with' or something and then talked about how she was an addict and it was just a really strange and and insulting (to addicts) and ooc direction for his character to be taken.

like wwx always had a ton of friends except for when he was a social pariah for saving people from literal death camps and even then the wens and his siblings really cared about him so idk why his primary social connection is this oc woman whose only purpose is to have a baby and then be a bad mother/partner and then die to make wwx feel angsty. like, he does talk about her ballet skills and her intelligence and her humor but her role in the story is pure plot device. it must be from the original movie but it's SO random and shitty and ooc and cruel to addicts? and if you write an AU for a fanfic that you want to make sense you really have to actually alter the other work a bit to accommodate the other relationships and character dynamics. it would have made more sense for wwx to be barely scraping by while working three jobs and getting disowned by the jiangs and still getting straight As even if he struggled with alcoholism. and then he still would have taken in a-yuan if the alternative was the foster system. a-yuan's biological parentage and wx's adoption of him is genuinely so important oh it makes me mad they erased that

speaking of family, the jc and jyl aren't too bad and the jfm is mostly fine but the myu is bizarre. instead of the abusive, out of control, shaming, self-centered, violent woman from canon who literally hates wwx's guts, she's a kind of sharp divorcee whose method to curry favor with her grandchildren is to buy them expensive gifts and who asks nosy but well-meaning questions about wwx's love life. I do think myu would dote on a grandchild, but NOT if it was wwx's. his role in the jiangs is a little difficult to translate completely accurately to a modern setting, but her dislike for him and her blame on him for ruining her marriage and being better than her son is a really important part of her character. adult wwx would by all rights offer her the respect she is due as his parental figure, but would likely avoid her when possible and need to seek support from other people in his life when he interacts with her. and I don't think he'd easily let her be a part of his child's life. because she abused him as a child and teenager!

[redbaretta]

Tagged by @minuutti to do this, sorry this took a while 😅.

Tag game to better know you

What book are you currently reading? Currently nothing, although I am reading a random chapter of คู่มือมนุษย์ (Hand Book for Man Kind) by Ajahn Buddhadasa every other day to cut through the bullshit and understand my religious practice better.

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year? So far, Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse, for obvious reasons. 2022 is still the better year though. We have 6 months left. Waiting for a one-up.

What do you usually wear? If not jeans and a shirt, then a summer dress with a jacket, with white sneakers.

How tall are you? 170 cm / 5 ft 7 in

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Capricorn (I follow sidereal, though in tropical I'd be Aquarius). I share my birthday with Mariska Hargitay.

Do you go by your name or a nickname? I go by both, depending on who it is, family, friend, coworker, or whether Thai or other nationality.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? I did not.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? No. And I have not had a crush on anyone for over a decade now. Yeah, good luck to anyone who could possibly want my attention.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? Making rice. Everything else.

Dogs or cats? Both!

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year? I haven't touched this fic I'm working on in so long, but in my drafts, I wrote some dialogue which I'm very proud of. Complicated, angsty, but grounded, and not melodramatic (at least I don't think it is.) I just......need to write it into a chapter later on lmao.

What’s something you’d like to create content for? I've recently been watching some really good Indian movies, and want to create gifs for those. I especially want to gif more scenes from RRR and 3 Idiots.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? Besides my usual fandoms and Indian cinema, nail care. Just bought a whole nail kit last week and learned how to remove gel polish on my own.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? My educational program. Honestly I should not be paying this much for this quality of teaching.

What’s a hidden talent of yours? I can wake up when the sun rises. Even when it happens at 5.30am :D fml seriously.

Are you religious? Relatively, yes.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? Money to travel more. So many places to see, so little in the bank.

Not tagging anyone once again, but please feel free to do it if you want to!

[cheerstotheelites-if]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Tagged by girlboss @jaunefleurwrites

I won't be able to tag 15 mutuals, but I'm tagging @dragonedged-if @lifesupreme-if @accursedwhispers-if @sinners-if! No pressure though, and this is purely for fun.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Loosely based on a Bible character's name from the Old Testament. My real name means "light" or "graceful meadow".

My nickname, and the name I prefer more, comes from the first letter of my real one and best detective L Lawliet from Death Note.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday night. Read a very angsty fanfiction that made me laugh then cry hard like Pedro Pascual.

3. Do you have kids?

Besides my IRL best friend and younger friends I "adopt", nope. Don't plan to have any either.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yeah. It's a habit now, and usually comes out when I feel annoyed or when I'm joking around with friends IRL.

5. What sports have you played?

Badminton! It's the only sports I play, to be honest. Anything with a ball that's big as my head and needs to be thrown terrifies me.

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

It's eyes. I read people better that way, and it's easier for me to tell if the person feels something that contradicts what they're saying.

7. Eye color?

Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

As much as I love and write about the horror genre, I get scared very easily when I watch an actual horror movie, so happy endings for me please. I rather not dream of a flesh monster eating me alive for a week straight.

9. Any special talents?

Is having the ability to bend the final joint of all my fingers on my right hand a talent?

10. Where were you born?

The Philippines, and that's all you're getting.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, drawing, the occassional origami, and I guess gaming? Stardew Valley, Brawlhalla, and Honkai Star Rail have a death grip on me.

12. Do you have any pets?

One dog in the house and 6 generations of still living stray cats living in the garage rent free. Don't ask about how my family managed to own 6 generations of cats.

13. How tall are you?

157 cm, or simply 5'2. Make fun of my height and I will punt you.

14. Favorite subject in school?

General Zoology, to a degree. Learning frog anatomy killed me, but I got to do a live and dead dissection of a frog, so that's neat.

15. Dream job?

Either psychiatrist, full time IF author, or Occupational Therapist for children.

[alliumbunny]

Headcanon time I guess(TMNT 2012)

BECAUSE I'M TERRIBLY MISSING TMNT BUT I'M BURNT OUT OF WATCHING NETFLIX HEADCANONS FOR TMNT 2012

If any of these end of very very very canon you can blame netflix for not having 4/5 seasons so I don't know everything oopsie :3

I'll start with my favorite character since obviously I'm gonna have alot to say about him :)

Oh girlie this is gonna be long(I TYPE ALOT LOL)

Michelangelo, Mikey, The best boy!! :3 sunshine boy idk

He's very very VERY fond of bugs, He picks them up and smiles at them :) and sometimes eats but only when his brothers aren't around because they 100% yell at him everytime they see him eat the bugs because B U G S!! Listen what else are they gonna eat that technically has meat? There's not gonna be any chicken in the sewers... maybe... who knows... chickens are weird like that <3

AS SOON!!! As they got internet and stuff in the lair he learned EVERY SINGLE CUSS WORD ✨✨✨ He also learns very quickly how and when to use them etc etc because he finds them so funny, Also He ONLY uses them with villains and only when his brothers/family/friends aren't around!! He comes up with the weirdest crazy fuckin Insults and thinks they are SO funny <3 lol (... Projection maybe :3 )

He's PanRomanic Asexual, because He deserves to be alittle(ALOT) Fruity 💖 (Kinda projection but not really, I'm Pansexual so sorta close LOL)

Tends to learn how to use weapons REALLY fast, He finds it really fun and interesting to learn how to use his brothers weapons!!! :D

Reads ao3 fanfics, Doesn't write any but found out Leo writes them and loves reading his, Mikey's just so glad his Oldest Brother has something fun he likes to do that isn't really serious!!! :D

Doesn't like Horror Movies(To much gore for him normally) but fucking loves Psychological Horror. I was about the say he liked The Magnus archives, but it didn't start until 2016 lol. So Umm :3 He likes reading horror stories alot. (This is projection probably but hey, I think he would hehehe)

Forgets his own birthday almost every single year(Oops going angsty now beware >:3 ) He doesn't see his birthday as important as his brothers or even his fathers so his brain just forgets about it, He always remembers his brothers tho(this is paired with the headcanon that they choose different days in the same month so that they didn't have to have 4 different birthdays on the same day lol)

April gave them a notebook and Mikey sketches in it, he runs out of space and starts to draw in between every other drawing because he doesn't want to ask for another one... :')

HE PUTS STICKERS ON THAT NOTEBOOK!!!! they're not very good stickers but like, He's collected them for years, every time he found one that wasn't destroyed then he takes it >:3 His brothers know about his little stickers and leave any stickers they find in his room <3 :'D

believes in luckiness/unluckiness and that sorta, luck theory(I might be the only person who's thought of this So I'll explain it oops) Basically Mikey believes that if Something good happens to him the same amount of bad will also happen later on, and vise versa :3 He doesn't let it bother him but it's always in the back of his mind.

The last thing also plays a part in this one. Mikey doesn't like when something REALLY good happens to him. He 100% believes that something REALLY bad will happen to him sometime after, Normally it does tho so he's kinda valid for it :')

Loves Animals, All kinds, He doesn't technically have a favorite(Until ICK comes into his life and it becomes cats) He loves cows and dogs and bunnies(PROJECTION LOL) and fish and Frogs and birds and dinosaurs and erhjdkjgbhdfkjbndfkjnjdfns ALL OF THEM, He doesn't really have a least favorite tho :)

He finds soda really weird, He likes diet soda tho, for some Weird reason, If he were to ever go to a fast food place he'd do that thing where to put some of every drink choice in one cup >:) (That's projection kinda, I used to do that so much omg, not anymore tho sadge)

Likes legos and stuff like it :D he likes building things that have instructions, He likes looking at the finished product and smiling and holding it and just OvO

LOVES COLORS!!! His favorite color isn't orange surprisingly tho, Instead it's the colors of the sky(in the day and night!!)

Likes sunsets/sunrises alot

He likes sitting on building roofs and just looks at the sky... It's when he cries the most LOL

DEPRESSION ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (PROJECTION TO THE MAX) His room is messy and he can never get to cleaning it and it makes him sad and like, numb sorta lol

Has sleep issues lol <3 Insomnia but nobody knows <3 I'm lovin it but Mikey ain't ✨

Gets Auditory hallucinations every now and again. They spook him alot since they're normally of stuff breaking loudly

Can't stop moving ever and it's very endearing to me!!! Stims constantly when happy and it's really endearing to his brothers because that's how they now he's actually really happy to be there and hang out with them, He just loves them so much(in a sibling way of course, I swear it anyone thinks differently I will hit them with a chainsaw and eat their flesh!!!!) aka they also know when he's not happy because of it aswell tho.

He bites people when he wants to >:)

. . . Raph and Leo are tied for favorite brother...

Okay I should probably stop with the Mikey ones oopsie daisy :3

So Um!! Next lol!!

Leo... Leonardo <3 <3 LEO!!! :D

He is such a mother hen(Honestly that's canon oops) He has the second most Medical knowledge and uses it all the time (The first is Donnie)

He squints his eyes when he's confused or upset lol

He doesn't like crime but keeps accidentally doing it without thinking

Quotes space hero's and Raph and Donnie are sick of it, Mikey quotes it with him but isn't as good at remembering the quotes lol

Likes the stars and star gazes whenever he can :D

watches videos about space!!!!!! He rambles to His brothers(Mostly mikey) about space facts til he runs out and gets new ones and goes through the same thing!!! It makes him so happy!!!!!!!!!

Likes gum, like minty gum!!!! He finds it fun to chew lol

cries in his room alone, silently at night....

Okie doki Leo is hard to think of :( Umm so NEXT :D Raph!! Raphael!! Yippeeee

When He's confused his eyes go all wide and shit >:3

Surprisingly likes calmer music that's softer and shit y'know? :)

Hates the velvet texture...

Has a calendar in his room that's been on February(20XX idk) for years probably

God raph is also hard to do...

Okay okay next!!

Donnie, donatello....

I wish I could headcanon him out of liking april. /hj

STARES AT PEOPLE for ALONG time, without realizing

Collects blankets that are textures that he likes. He just... has a pile of blankets :)

Donatello isn't my favorite if you can't tell ._.'

OKAY I KNOW IT WAS MOSTLY MIKEY!! BUT HE'S MY FAVORITE OKAY JFBKJDSBKJSDGNJKDFNGJLNDFJL

I tried my best with the others :3

I only did the brothers cause... Idk I didn't wanna do the others, k :3

I hope there's no spelling mistakes but know me there is oopsie ;3 lol

I guess... bye then? Idk

[justsomeno1s]

BasilKel swap AU notes

Woo! I've been sick since friday, so I figured I'll post some BK swap notes! These are from text messages with my irl friend- We finally beat the Omori route, and were supposed to do the Sunny route this weekend, so if some things seem off, its cause they don't know The Truth yet. (ALSO: THEY KNOW MY USER NOW!! HII!!!)

Anyway! Notes under Read More!

Idea originally came because of the Blurry Kel drawing/mod on Tumblr. Friend lit said "Man, imagine if Kel is the one who went missing instead of Basil?" and so it began.

A couple of HS Skill ideas for Basil: Plant powers, such as vines to slow enemies down or flowers to affect EMOTIONS. Also, I realized the pun Flash Bulb (As in, the kind used for old photography, and plant bulbs) and that's too good to not mention.

Friend was the one who came up with Kel Recording idea, b/c we were discussing what we wanted "his" house to look like. (In replacement for Basil's Shoe, Kel and Hero get a Blanket Fort! You'll see soon!)

This one's a bit weird, so stick with me: Kel's Pet Rock, formerly Hector, currently Roro, is going to be tied to the fast travel/Pluto "replacement". All we have nailed down for now is that most of the planets are going to appear and speak in one way or another (Roughly around Sweetheart's Castle section), and that the Mars representative is going to a giant space dog named Rover, and he'll act as fast travel. [Look, look- No one on this team should learn Flex /hj]

Hero's gonna end up being a bit short tempered by the end of the Headspace section. At first, he can hold it together, but as they search more and Kel goes unfound, the pressure makes him snappy.

Original text from friend: "Hero replacing Kel in bickering with Aubrey because of how callous she is acting about Kel's disappearance and Hero just not taking this well, snaps at her from time to time [return] Basil is just trying to break it up whenever it happens" (I'm not 100% sure how I feel about The Older Brother (tm) arguing with a kid, but it could be fun- or at least interesting)

Black Space is going to be fun! And by fun I mean angsty (hopefully")

I don't think Kel would go quietly. If he can fight, he will. The Neighbor Area and Spider Area would show that best, featuring Kel actively entering a battle against the friends (and dying after refusing to hurt Hero) and fighting Something in the Walls (Overwhelmed and consumed by Sunny's fear) on his own.

The other three are a bit harder to place/closer to the original:

Melon would need to be changed to match the pillows/cardboard aesthetic, but functionally could be the same.

Raft would be weird, b/c again, Kel would fight! If Omori attacked him, then he'd try to fight back, right? Unless he was killed in one hit, I guess, but still.

Treehouse... I mean, I guess it works! Don't fully get the Subtext of that one, tbh.

Then there's the room of original content!! Woo!

Remember Rover? Giant Space dog? I kinda want him to kill Kel in a Black Space room. Like, Rover has a key in his mouth, and Kel trusts him not to bite, so he reaches in to grab it, and naturally, Rover would bite him in half, then spit out the key.

Maybe a side room, where Omori tries to walk somewhere, but his feet get cut up by glass shards? idk

When I get some more time, I'll talk about some of the Real World ideas we came up with.

[nirikeehan]

happy Friday! sending you “Why can't it be beautiful? Why does there gotta be a sacrifice?” for Thalia & Blackwall..

Happy Friday to you too! Okay, so I may have taken this prompt far more literally than I should have. But it asked questions, and I answered.

Sort of a sequel to this, as if that fic wasn't angsty enough.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 816

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He has imagined her return a thousand times and a thousand times more. In his mind, her long hair spills down over her shoulders, her garments silky and flowing, nothing he saw her wear in reality. She is swift to embrace him, and he’s just as quick to say damn it all and oblige her. They are the useless fantasies of a troubled man —  an empty omen, signifying nothing.

When it comes true, he can find no joy in it. 

He nearly trips over her exiting his front door. She sits on the narrow stoop, feet on the cobblestones, knees tucked in close to her body to escape the busy foot traffic. Her auburn locks are cut short, curling around her ears and exposing a pale stretch of neck. 

He can’t see her face, but he knows. She could be anyone, dressed in simple traveling leathers and a dark green cloak, but he knows. 

“Thalia,” he says, sternly, almost a reprimand. 

She looks up. She looks older; her face has matured, grown leaner and sharper. When he met her, she was still half a girl, but time has caught up with them both. He sees her noting the grey along his temples, in his beard. They drink each other in the way they used to, but something is different. An unspeakable bleakness dogs her: dark circles under her eyes, a stunned sort of air, tense shoulders. 

“You’re a hard man to track down, Thom Rainier,” she says, forcing a smile. 

He chuckles, because she is lying. He lives in the city where he was born — the very place he had once fought so hard to escape. His mercenary company is one of Markham’s most well-known. Shortly after leaving the city gates, one can see their banner flying over the headquarters. No doubt she stopped in and asked for directions, and one of his clueless lieutenants gave her his home address. 

“For Maker’s sake,” he says, extending a hand, “don’t just sit down there like a little urchin girl.” 

Thalia hesitates, then takes his hand. He pulls her steadily to her feet. Her cloak ruffles, revealing a metal prosthetic on her maimed arm. He tries not to stare, decides not to ask, lest he learn she’s self-conscious about it. 

He finds it difficult to release her. How many years from the last time they’ve seen each other? Five? Six? Since that last day in Orlais, when she said she loved him, despite marrying another man. He’s tried to forget, to bury himself in work, to accept his life as it is. He would not squander the second chance that she gave him, but he could never bring himself to love another. 

He wants to put his fingers on her cheek, trace the line of the tattoo ringing her eye. He wants to press his face to hers, crush her against his body, absorb her whole. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” It comes out as an accusation, and she shrinks, wounded. He has always done that: found her cracks and seeped in, so that she shattered when he froze. She has never done anything but adore him, and for that he punished her viciously. 

“It… it was sort of a coincidence, actually.” Thalia shrugs, drawing the warmth of her hand away. “I couldn’t stay where I was. I thought maybe I’d travel. Haven’t been to the Free Marches in so long…” She trails off, growing distracted by a vendor setting up his cart on a nearby corner. 

He steels himself with a slow inhale. She’s left him then, the Commander. Thom did not believe such a thing possible. It does not feel like a victory. 

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “Cullen’s a good man. I truly believe that. I’m sure whatever it is, you two can work it out.”

Thom does not think a flight to her old flame will help the situation any, but he does not say so. He should invite her in, fill her with a warm cup of tea — the morning outside is raw, threatening rain — and send her on her way. He cannot give in to the heady desire that has dogged him for years. It’s not what a good man would do. 

He struggles to articulate this while she stands before him, head bowed, face obscured by her short hair. He still can’t quite grasp that she cut it all off, though without the assistance of two hands, caring for it likely overwhelmed her. Her shoulders tremble, and a sob escapes her, grinding his ruminations to a halt. 

“My lady,” he says, like the old days. She always liked that he remembered his courtesies around her. He takes her gently by the shoulders, dread pumping through his veins. “What’s the matter?” 

“Thom.” Her voice trembles. She lifts her chin, skin glistening from the path her tears have taken. “Cullen’s dead.”

[uglyshirtsinc]

*sees post about Glamrock foxy thing* Tell me about your Glamrock Foxy ideas or the dog gets it 🐶🔫 -🌹

THIS IS SO LATE BUT I WANTED TO DRAW HIM FIRST BUT THEN STRUGGLED EVEN MORE SO I APOLOGIZE, ROSE- quick desclaimer if I use human terms with him that's because the specific au i use him with is humanoid, i wanna be able to draw it and i have yet to learn how to draw animals and human designs are more fun imo! anyway lets get into it

Post writing Simon here, this is so much longer than I expected I am so sorry-

he works specifically in kids cove/theater! he puts on silly performances for them and sometimes does tour groups

Due to Fazbear Entertainments uh... History, with the Foxy animatronics (Foxy/Mangle biting a worker) he has the best protection protocols out of everyone, his endoskeleton was made to be strong so he rivals Monty in strength

Another thing to differentiate him from the Foxy's way back when is that personality wise, he's more of a protective older brother than an intimidating, hardened pirate captain. He has a more youthful personality!

When working on the design for him they wanted to take away the hook since it could be harmful and gave him a purely metal hand so he still kept his look. Kids think he looks awesome, he thinks he looks awesome, it's a win-win.

He has a shape like the rest of the og trio! Freddy has lightning bolts, Bonnie has stars, Chica has triangles, and Foxy has hearts! His heart replaces his eyepatch and it has a jagged cut diagonally through it. The cut was unintentional, he got it when a piece of equipment fell and he caught it before it could land on any kids, although he did get cut during it. When the technicians went to fix it he struggled like a toddler wanting to keep it because he thought it made him look cool.

ROXANNE- Foxy was originally the keytar player before Roxanne but was replaced for reasons known to Foxy. He was upset at first but when he saw her in action for the first time with the angsty teenage girl role it immediately set off pesky big brother and he's very proud of her. She has a weird idol worship and one sided rivalry with him mingled with him being a source of her self deprecation. She doesn't like him, finds him annoying, but at the same time understands she has really big shoes to fill with taking his spot and it fucks with her head sometimes.

He is SPEED, dude can and will outrun literally anyone. It makes it very good for rangling children! He would help out Gregory but specifically to get him away from the others. Gregory's first meeting with Foxy is actually him being backed into a wall by Monty, Freddy far away and rushing to get to him, when suddenly one second he's trembling as Monty stalks towards him like a predator and the next he's scooped up in a pair of arms and nearly gets whiplash from it. Foxy gets him to a safe location and that's when it's learned he isn't corrupted like the others (Like Sun, he too was spared) and is genuinely worried about Gregory.

He and Monty are a bit.. Iffy? Freddy can respect Monty, but Foxy truly struggles with dealing with Monty being Bonnie's replacement. Bonnie just suddenly vanished and then they're told that Bonnie is just up and being replaced and it stings really fuckin badly. He can keep his manners around the kids but still comes off as annoyed, causing folks to think it's a parody of Captain Hook and Tick-Tock the crocodile. Monty hates it when Foxy calls him "Tick-Tock Croc" and is 3 cm away from strangling him.

They eventually get better and go from Foxy's distate and Monty's returned distaste due to Foxy's distaste to a playful rivalry. If Foxy's ever doing a tour or in charge of a party and they stop by gator golf while Monty's there, he can and will drop everything to immediately go talk to Foxy and fuck with each other.

Sun and Moon! He is besties with them! Sun is childish, but doesn't exactly have the mindset of a child. All animatronics meant to work in daycare can match the childrens energy but are self aware enough to keep them safe.

With Sun it's like, older friend who adopted younger friend. Will fight a bitch for Sun.

With Moon? Now this ones cute, thanks to Foxy's pirate background he's able to tell directions using the stars, which he then teaches to Moon because Moon can already tell apart the constellations, the directions bit is just added on.

Foxy has a room in rockstar row and the difference between his room and the others is stark. He is the only one with a bed rather than a couch and that is because he wanted one of those pirate ship bedframes and therefore will get a pirate ship bedframe.

So I completely forgot to say this earlier but Foxy has a cuteness aggression reaction, nothing too harmful just good ol pinching of childrens cheeks and for Gregory it's a lil nom on the back of the head. I made this solely because Foxy from fnaf 1 and 2 is fucking VIOLENT but also a Foxy model is theorized to have done one of the bites so him just giving Gregory a light nom and also have a cuteness aggression was too fucking funny, okay?

Picks up children by the back of their shirts like you would a kitten by the scruff, staff are incapable of stopping him.

He has levels of pirate talk, with kids he uses it but lightly so they can understand him. With staff it's stronger because he actually has to reel it in when talking to children and thankfully all the daycare staff are accustomed to Foxy's pirate talk. When he's distracted or having fun it's so fucking thick, Freddy and Chica can understand him but Monty and Roxanne can't and it scares them.

He was partners in crime with Bonnie, Bonnie would operate as lookout while Foxy fucked with shit. Foxy was the only one ever able to get a rise out of Bonnie or fluster him although it was difficult, which is good because Foxy's blunt as hell and sometimes that doesn't mesh well, which is one of the reasons he doesn't get along with the new guys. When Bonnie disappeared it really fucked him up.

Just like Freddy and Chica he too has a bowling ball, but I'm adding flavor! There was originally bowling balls for all the original four but when Foxy was moved they got rid of his bowling balls in the bowling alley much to Bonnie's annoyance, so Bonnie saved one for Foxy. When Bonnie was replaced he knew they'd get rid of Bonnie so he dropped all that he was doing and rushed to get one of Bonnie's before they got rid of them. They sit in his locked pirate chest.

Foxy is the only one who's shape isn't makeup, it's meant to be a tattoo. He has more "tattoos" on his body, they're uncolored and sea themed. He'll let kids color them in, so if you catch him with his captains jacket off and sleeves rolled up he'll have a whole rainbow of colors filling in his tattoos, slipping outside the lines here and there.

Let it be known that while Foxy is meant to be light hearted and playful, that does not mean he can't be serious and above all, dangerous. As previously stated the daycare workers are meant to match the energy of the kids but be self aware enough to protect them, that mixed with Foxy's best of the best protection programs equal a very intimidating protector. If he detects a threat he will immediately mark the person, send security, and get the children out but if said threat tries anything to bring harm towards the guests he's there in seconds and it's a miracle if they don't come out of it injured. He uses excessive force, to put it simply.

Just like Sun and Moon he's able to assist both blind and deaf children, as well as children with physical disabilities! He has bells on two thick black bracelets, knows 3 different types of sign language (American, Spanish, and Chinese).

He knows so many sea shanties it's not even funny, he even knows the lesser younger audience appropriate ones. Whenever he's dealing with teenagers he'll whip them out and shock them, making them laugh.

[sningo-prompts]

Something slightly less angsty: Maybe Ingo and Emmet's pokemon can see how a lot of humans look at Ingo, and they decide to help him learn how to use moves to defend himself better.

Excadrill and archeops can show him how to use his claws properly. Excadrill knows poison jab, and at least three others have various other poison moves, so they can show him how to use his in an actual attack. Gurdurr can help with fighting type moves, and nearly all of them should be able to help him with the basics, like quick attack.

He's not going to become some master battler in the span of only a few weeks, but at least he wont be entirely defenseless in a one on one anymore.

Ok i have been dying to make another post tonight but im gonna apologise now. I actually uhh dont know their full teams and i hardly know anything about pokemon at all. So this isnt going to be the best. Like i wont be able to make a lost of the moves he uses or anything. Ill do my best for you though <3 since all anons are my children and i love them.

So maybe Emmet takes to having one of their team always out with Ingo after a while. He isnt an idiot he can too see how people eye Ingo and he hates it. His pokemon though they can see it even clearer since they know how humans normally look at them. It puts whoever is out with Ingo on edge most of the time. Maybe one day while Ingo and Emmet are out at uhh pokemon park? Like a dog park? Their pokemon come up with the idea of teaching Ingo some moves to defend himself. I wanna say they are all huddled up together discussing it. Ingo isnt gonna be with them because hes chillin with Emmet. So its like a surprise in a way. They are all very eager to help their trainer. They decided to let Ingo pick what moves he should learn since he and Emmet picked all of theirs. So now all they have left is figuring out how to bring it up. They agree Chandelure should ask since they have been with him the longest.

Ingo is hesitant at first but they make a great point on him needing to be able to defend himself so he agrees. They are very excited. I think they do this while at the station maybe. Emmet is 100% gonna watch so while hes waiting on the next battle all of a sudden on of their pokemon are out and chittering away with Ingo. Emmet is very much so not jealous thank you. Emmet is of course curious about what they are planning. Maybe hes worried when he sees the first attack but since its not directed at Ingo hes ok. That is until Ingo copies them and does the attack himself. Now Emmet is very excited. Watching tentatively as Ingo learns a move. Its slow going at first but Ingo is a quick learner and soon enough hes got his moveset. They are all so excited that they wanna have a mock battle with him. Hes a bit excited too so he agrees. To test his new moves out. Emmet was verrry worried when an attack was directed right at Ingo but thanks to his time in Hisui Ingo is fantastic at dodging. Its a fun battle though everyone is holding back. They dont wanna hurt Ingo and he surely doesnt want to hurt them. So its mostly just play fighting. Everyone freezes when Emmet cheers at their battle. Of course it doesnt last long as one of them finally managed to land an attack on Ingo. Who just jumps up and the battle is back on. The air is filled with laughter as they taunt one another. Emmet is so happy to see his brother having so much fun along with their team. Yes he to wishes to join the fun but hes a bit big for that. Though maybe w sense Emmet wants to join in and all tackle him down. Its a full in dog pile. They all have a great time wrestling with Emmet too. That is until the next trainer comes in to find Emmet on the ground swarmed by his own pokemon. (I kinda wanna draw that shot) everyone just freezes in place while Emmet and the trainer make eye contact. Its Ingo who starts laughing (i wanted to say giggling but its not right. Almost like hes trying to conceal his laughter) that breaks the awkward silence. Quickly everyone gets up and returns, minus Ingo who takes a seat behind Emmet, while Emmet dusts himself off and straitens his hat. He starts his speech as if the trainer hadnt just seen him on the ground playing with his pokemon like a school kid. All in all weird day for that person. I think Emmet is hard to embarrass tbh so he just moves past it and acts like nothing happened.

Later Ingo and Emmet optimism Ingos move set im sure. Also Ingo gets to battle Emmet with his own team again. I like the idea that Ingos first time battling again is at that welcome back party the staff threw so this isnt the first. Though hes way better at battling now than before since hes got a better understand on how it feels to use those moves. He can even train his own team better ways to dodge. I dont think Emmet would be very ok with Ingo being in the battle but maybe down the line on of his pokemon want to try and lead so he joins their party. Which is super cute. Because now Ingo is giving tips to his own pokemon on leading other pokemon in battle. Now they have a whole buch of pokemon who can lead a battle instead of a trainer. Lord help the public if they ever do this on the subway. Their pokemon dint know the meaning of holding back.

Ok sorry i think this got very sidetracked since i cant remember the ask anymore. I hope you dont mind i didnt call off any of their pokemon by name since i uhhh cant remember them. I know chandelure but thats because i loved Litwick and all its evolutions the moment i saw them. Its funny that Chandelure ended up being my fav pokemon and being Ingos ace. Probably why i like him so much. I have no idea what game they released in but it was like love at first sight. The moment i saw their evolution line i fell. Plus litwick is baby <3

[spacexcowgirl]

All About The Chase - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N will do anything for her best friend—and crush—Fred Weasley. Even if that means fake dating him so he can catch the eye of her cousin.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Light swearing, one allusion to sex (blink and you’ll miss it), brief mention of intoxication (again, blink and you’ll miss it), super mean awful cousin, food, a little angsty with a happy ending, 

A/N: For the anon who asked for Fred fake dating his friend to make her relative jealous! I decided to make her the twins age, and I may have went a little overboard with the cousin rivalry, but oh well. Thank you for feeding into my love of cliches! Also, I played around with using third person rather than second, it just felt right for this one. Pictures are from Pinterest.

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When Y/N was six years old, her parents—well, Santa—got her the most amazing art set. She had always liked to draw, and now she had an array of more colors than she could even really name. When her family was set to head to her Aunt’s house for Christmas dinner, she packed up all of her new markers, a stack of fresh paper, and a few of her drawings she was most proud of to show off.

The night had started wonderfully. She got a few more gifts from her grandparents, a beautiful doll from her aunt and uncle, and enough sweets and candy to last her months. When it was time to finally eat, Y/N left all of her new toys and her cherished art set in her relatives’ living room. Y/N doesn’t remember much about the dinner—why should she? It was a decade prior—but what she does remember vividly is the excitement that bubbled up in her tiny body when her mother suggested she go grab some of her artwork to show off.

Y/N slid out of her chair and raced into the living room. Only when she got there did she find all of her finished art completely destroyed, covered in scribbles from her new markers. Her brows had furrowed and her eyes welled with tears, and that’s when she heard it. The sinister little cackle of her cousin, Annalise. Y/N turned on her heels and saw the girl, uncapped marker in hand, looking at her as if she was the most pitiful thing in the world.

Y/N returned to dinner empty handed, claiming she had forgotten the drawings at home—even though her parents were certain she hadn’t. Annalise returned with an innocent smile and a portrait of their Nan in hand—one Y/N was certain she just made with her markers—and all of the adults cooed and awed at the small girl’s talent.

A few years later, Y/N was set to star in their primary school’s theater production. Looking back, she now recognized that her landing that part had little to do with any real talents she had, and more to do with how adults always seemed to fawn over her. She was always revered as ‘just the cutest little thing!’ Which evidently preceded talent at the ripe age of eight.

Right before she was set to go on stage and deliver her three lines (that’s all a star can really handle so young, right?), she found her angel wings shredded and her halo headband bent in half. The teacher didn’t have any time to fix her costume, so in a fluster she threw out her part all together, and sent Y/N to stand with the rest of the year 3 ensemble. It didn’t take long for Y/N to catch Annalise’s eye amongst the other students, only she was smirking. Y/N had to force her eyes back out onto the crowd and desperately search for her parents to keep herself from bawling on the spot.

As if things couldn’t get any worse between the pair of cousins, when Y/N was ten, her and her parents were astonished to find a letter tucked into their usual mail, accepting her into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The letter gave an answer to the many strange things Y/N had been able to make happen with her emotions alone, and her chest swelled with pride to learn just how special she truly was. Not to mention, this was finally her opportunity to escape Annalise once and for all.

Until, it wasn’t. Y/N didn’t know that Annalise was a witch as well until the two families spotted each other on the platform, preparing to send both of their daughters off. Neither parents had revealed the truths of their daughters abilities to the other prior, because they knew it must be kept with the upmost secrecy. Y/N’s parents and Annalise’s parents were overjoyed to know their little girls wouldn’t be all alone, and they had someone to share their apprehensions with. Y/N and Annalise were far less enthused by the news.

A little over five years later, Y/N sat in the Gryffindor Common room, rifling through beginning of the year work that had already been assigned. In the half-decade since she’d started at Hogwarts, she had managed to avoid Annalise as best she could. It turned out to be somewhat easy, seeing as they were sorted into different house. Still, whenever Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were forced into classes together, Y/N couldn’t help but feel dread pooling in her stomach. Annalise was always sure to make those classes a living hell for her.

Y/N’s attention was pulled from her work from the sound of a small group of people bounding into the common room. She glanced back over the couch, only to see her best friends—Fred and George—laughing and pushing each other around.

“She totally wants me!” Fred argued, a cocky grin alit on his face.

“Oh, please, she hates your guts, mate.” George teased back.

Fred looked as if he were about to respond, until his eyes met Y/N’s across the room. A more genuine smile found its way onto his face as he tugged his brother towards the couch, then plopped down next to her. George then took a seat in one of the chairs across from them. Y/N neatly gathered her work into a pile, knowing for certain there was no way she would make any progress with them around.

“Y/N, will you please tell my dear brother that your cousin is absolutely mad for me, she just has a different way of showing it?” Fred threw his arm lazily around the back of the couch, right behind her, as he looked at her expectantly.

Y/N couldn’t help the sour mood that the conversation immediately put her in. There was two reasons for this; one, the most obvious, any topic that involved Annalise always brought her down. She couldn’t help it, and she tried not to hate the girl, but everything about her was draining. The second reason was that Y/N was absolutely head over heels for Fred. She had been ever since he pranked Graham Montague for making her cry in third year. The idea of Fred and Annalise together was truly the epitome of her worst nightmare.

“I don’t know, she might really just hate you.” Y/N shrugged, doing her best to keep her voice even and her face straight. Her words caused Fred to scowl and George to erupt into fits of laughter.

“Oh come on, not you too!” Fred whined as he threw his head back. 

“What do you even see in her anyways?” Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to the question, but she couldn’t help but ask it. 

“Well, she’s quite fit.” This answer earned a swift slap to the arm from Y/N, which only made Fred snicker. “And!” He continued, persistent to point out that looks weren’t all he cared about. “She’s feisty, and smart. And, she acts completely not interested in me.”

“So that’s why you like her?” Y/N snorted.

“Ah, dearest Y/N, one day you’ll learn that it’s all about the chase.” Fred began to twiddle some of her hair between his fingers.

“There’s plenty of girls who aren’t interested in you! You could ‘chase’ any of them.” Y/N reasoned, batting his hand away.

“You’ve got that right.” George snorted, causing his brother to shoot him a glare.

“Well, even if that were true, I’ve got my sights set on her.” Fred shrugged.

“Well, if you really want Annalise to go out with you, you should just date me.” Y/N teased as she sat forward, beginning to pluck through her papers once again. When no one laughed or responded, she quickly shot her eyes up. “I’m only kidding.”

“No, no that could work.” Fred sat up abruptly and pointed a finger towards her. “Y/N, you’re a genius!”

“I’m really not.” Y/N shook her head quickly. “That might breach the list of dumbest things I’ve ever said.”

“Yeah, right, don’t forget we’ve been around you drunk, Y/L/N. That doesn’t even make the top ten.” George grinned at her, but her nerves kept her from even smiling at his little joke.

Y/N was growing desperate now, because neither of the twins were brushing off her silly joke. Fred was looking at her as if she just handed him the key to solve all of his problems, and George was doing nothing to tame his brother. Y/N glanced expectantly between the two of them as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Come on, what better way to make her jealous than to see me dating her cousin?”

Y/N had mentioned on occasion the way that Annalise always had to ruin everything for her as a child, but never in full detail. Some part of her knew if she had just been transparent about how truly awful the girl had treated her, Fred would never give Annalise a second glance. But now, he thought they were nothing more than cousins with a small childhood rivalry, and for that he could justify going after her.

“Please, Y/N,” Fred got down on his knees in front of her, dawning his best puppy dog eyes, and put his hands in a pleading gesture. “Be my fake girlfriend for a month—two, tops.”

Y/N chewed harder on her bottom lip as she gazed at him, already feeling her reluctance slipping away. She could never say no to him, especially when he looked so adorable. Y/n breathed out a sigh and dropped her head to look at her folded hands in her lap. All thoughts of self preservation and protecting her heart went out the door; she knew she would say yes to him.

“Fine.” Her voice was quiet, so much so that it took Fred a second to make sure he had heard her properly. 

“Really? Just like that? I was about to start bribing you with sugar quills and a month of Herbology homework—”

“Well, if you’re offering—”

“Nope, too late. You agreed before I had to.” Fred grinned at the girl before swooping in and placing a kiss on her cheek. “Now, let’s set up some ground rules.”

Fred began to drone on about what they would and wouldn’t do. Things like holding hands in the corridors, sitting close at meals, kisses on the cheeks and forehead. Which pet names they would and wouldn’t use. Number one, though, was no kissing on the lips. 

Y/N only listened halfheartedly as Fred rambled on, offering a slight head nod ever now and then to show she was in agreement. As Y/N thought over just what she had gotten herself into, she realized the next few weeks were going to be awful.

-

It didn’t take long for rumors of Fred and Y/N’s budding romance to swirl. She often found herself walking hand in hand with him through the corridors, light whispers trailing behind them. Often times, people she had hardly ever spoken to would come up to her and gush about how they always just knew Fred and her would be perfect together. Y/N would always politely smile, then wonder if they could hear her heartbreaking as loudly as she could.

To make matters worse, Fred was the perfect ‘boyfriend.’ Just as she always assumed he would be. He’d carry her books in one arm, swing their intertwined hands with the other, and walk her to each of her classes. At night, he’d sit with her in the library while she poured over her notes for the day—even though she knew he wanted nothing more than to be out pranking with George and Lee. She adored all of the extra time they were getting to spend together, until she’d remember that it was only temporary, and if he were lucky, he’d be doing all of these things with Annalise in a month.

It wasn’t until about three weeks into their agreement that Annalise approached her. Fred had walked her to potions that day, like he always did. He was making her laugh loudly, not caring at all about the many eyes upon them.

“It’s a wonder your mum didn’t ship you and George off when you were toddlers,” Y/n snorted. “It sounds like you two were menaces.”

“Oh, we were.” Fred nodded, a small grin on his face. “But I reckon we were the cutest babies she had so far, so she kept us around.”

Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes before nudging him lightly with her shoulder. They had finally made it to the potions classroom, so it was time for them to part. Fred handed her back her books and dropped her hand, but didn’t walk away until he had placed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Meet you outside of here after to walk to lunch?” He confirmed, but there was no need. It was the routine they had fallen into.

“Mhm.” Y/N gazed up at him, unable to contain the giddy smile on her lips. With that, he turned and began walking down the hallway, but not before shooting her a wink over his shoulder.

Y/N watched his retreating figure, a lovesick grin plastered to her face. Just when she had pulled herself from her daydreams and was about to enter the classroom, she ran hard into a firmly planted body.

“So, you and Weasley are pretty serious then, huh?” Annalise stood with her hands on her hips, a look that read as both disgust and amusement riddled on her face.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Y/N quickly recovered, hugging her books closer to her chest. This year, she had more classes with Annalise than any year prior, seeing as they both received a significant amount of O.W.L.s.

“Hm.” Annalise’s eyes trailed down the hallway where Fred had once been, before letting them snap back to Y/N. “Don’t know how you managed that.”

Y/N felt her blood run cold, but couldn’t find the energy within her to talk any further. So, she simply brushed past Annalise and into the classroom, ignoring the scoff that left Annalise’s lips when she pushed her out of the way. Y/N found her usual seat in the back and trained her eyes ahead, careful to keep her expression calm. That was, until Annalise slid into the seat next to her.

“What are you doing?” Y/N gaped at her. It wasn’t like they had assigned seats, but Y/N had always sat next to Patricia Stimpson. The girl was constantly fussing and nervous, always afraid to make a wrong move, but she certainly wasn’t the worst person Y/N could be stuck with.

“Asked Stimpson to trade seats.” Annalise shrugged nonchalantly, before a wicked grin grew on her face. “Figured we could get some good, cousin, bonding time.”

Y/N wanted to groan, but then Snape was gliding into the room and silencing everyone. She was certain this would be the longest lecture of her life.

-

When the class ended, Y/N didn’t wait for Fred outside. Instead, she had pushed up from her seat and hurried through the corridors, skipping lunch entirely to go wallow in her dorm room. Annalise had made the lecture a living hell, whether it be from snide comments she’d whisper over or by purposefully ruining their potion, then blaming it on Y/N. Internally, she cursed Fred—although it wasn’t really his fault—for putting her in the position to be in Annalise’s line of fire once again.

Y/N ended up avoiding Fred the rest of the day, scurrying between classes before he could find her. When she was finally done for the day, she wanted nothing more than to hide out in her dorm and cry. That’s exactly what she had started doing, too, before her door creeped open.

Y/N held her breath, assuming it was either Angelina or Alicia coming back before dinner. But, when her mattress dipped slightly from the weight of someone sitting down, she quickly spun around, coming face to face with Fred.

“Darling,” He cooed. It was a nickname he had taken to calling her ever since they started ‘dating,’ although no one was around now, and he was still using it. “What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

“How’d you get in here?” Y/N croaked, avoiding his question entirely.

“Figured out how to get past the charm ages ago.” Fred rested a gentle hand on her knee. “Then, Ang gave me her key. Said she saw you run up her. So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? And why’ve you been avoiding me all day?”

At that, Y/N lost it once again. Tears began streaming down her face freely, and she quickly sat up and accepted Fred’s opened arms. He raked his fingers through her messy hair and let her cry on his shoulder, gently soothing her to a place where she’d be able to speak.

“It’s just…” It was on the tip of her tongue. Y/N wanted desperately to tell him the truth about how awful Annalise truly was. But, just like when she was younger and never ratted Annalise out, she just couldn’t now. She didn’t know why it was, but it always felt like if she spoke the words out loud, then Annalise had won. “I’ve just had an awful day.”

“Snape will do that to you.” Fred tutted, clearly assuming her change in behavior post-potions was brought on by the professor. “I’m sorry, love.”

Y/N sniffled a few more times into his shoulder, wishing desperately that he was holding her in a way that wasn’t platonic. She craved nothing more than for him to want her like she’d always wanted him. But that seemed to be just a fantasy. The muggle fairytales she had been told growing up weren’t real, and the wicked witch was winning.

“Why don’t we go for a walk, get some fresh air?” Fred pulled back to look over her face, concern filled in his eyes. 

“But, you’re missing dinner…” 

“Eh, the house elves love me. I’ll just sneak down to the kitchens and grab something later.” Fred shrugged, a small smile now growing on his face. “You and me, we can make a whole night of it. I’ll sneak some snacks up and we can watch one of those old muggle movies you love so much.”

While Y/N was far from being completely okay, the tenderness he was exhibiting towards her made her heart swell. She knew he had plans with George and Lee that night, some big prank on a few Slytherins, but here he was, throwing it all away for her. He gently reached out and cupped her cheek, brushing a few stray tears away with his thumb. Y/N avoided his eyes, afraid that they would communicate all of the non-platonic love she felt for him, then nodded.

“Perfect.” Fred grinned before jumping up and extended his hand out to her. “Well, let’s go.”

Fred guided her the whole way out of the castle, keeping her close as they walked through the grounds. The autumn air was cool, and at the very second that Y/N shivered, Fred was wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side. 

They walked around and talked for a little over an hour, giddy smiles on their faces all the while. Fred made her laugh so hard she abandoned all thoughts of Annalise, her mind completely filled with the tall red head beside her. He just had this way about him that could make anything that was possibly wrong seem miniscule. He reminded her of everything good in the world.

Once the sun was fully down and the temperature had dropped significantly, the two could no longer justify being outside in the cold. Fred made a show of wrapping her hands in his own, rubbing them together to bring her some warmth, before guiding her back to the castle.

They parted ways shortly, just so Fred could sneak into the kitchens and Y/N could get the movie set up in the common room. She laid out a few blankets and pillows then pushed the couch back a bit, thankful that it was a Wednesday night and most students seemed to have already gone to bed. When Fred returned, he handed Y/N a plate of food then sat down cross-legged beside her, balancing his own plate in his lap.

Y/N started the movie and dug into her food, giggling lightly at Fred’s ravenous way of eating. He had certainly been hungry earlier, but she needed him, so evidently he pushed his hunger aside. When their plates were finished, they stacked them neatly on the table behind them, before completely turning their attention to the movie.

“Okay, wait, who’s the green girl again?” Fred questioned as he pointed towards the screen, brows furrowed.

“If you would pay attention, you would know.” Y/N giggled. “She’s the Wicked Witch of The West.”

“She’s supposed to be a witch?” Fred crinkled up his nose, confusion clear on his face. “I don’t know any green witches.”

“It’s a muggle movie, Fred.” Y/N lightly rolled her eyes.

“And who’s she?”

“Glinda, the good witch.”

“Okay, I definitely know witches don’t dress like that.” Fred teased, eyeing the woman on the screen’s frilly pink dress

“Maybe I should start.” Y/N giggled, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Think I could pull it off?”

“Darling, you’d look beautiful in anything.” Fred winked at her, causing her face to heat up. Some part of her knew it was nothing more than harmless joking, but she couldn’t help the way he lit something alive within her. 

“Ya think?” Y/N scooted a bit closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see her giddy smile.

“I know.” His voice was soft, and the two of them remained quiet for the next few scenes of the movie.

At some point, the two of them had shifted to lay down in order to get more comfortable on the floor. Fred was laying on his back with one hand behind his head, the other resting idly in between them. Y/N was sprawled out on her stomach, her face down by his feet. Every little bit her eyes would light up and she’d glance back to tell him that her favorite part was coming up, only for him to realize that every part seemed to be her favorite part. Still, he never pointed that out, but instead just smiled fondly at her and nodded.

“Ugh.” Y/N grimaced, a slight shiver running down her spine. “Those monkeys always terrified me when I was little.”

“Oh yeah?” Fred sat up now, leaning closer to her. “You scared now?”

“Psh, no.” Y/N rolled her eyes and glanced back over at him, only to find him slowly inching towards her. She pointed a finger out warningly. “Fred, don’t.”

It was no use, Fred’s hands latched themselves to her sides and began tickling her feverishly. Y/N squealed and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was no use. In the process, she had flipped over onto her back and was now kicking her legs out, trying to get him to stop, but that only egged him on further.

“You sure you’re not scared, Y/L/N?” Fred teased. “I could comfort you, if you were.”

“Freddie! Stop!” Y/N breathed out, tears beginning to pool in her eyes from her laughter.

Y/N now had the front of his jumper balled in her fists, trying desperately to get him to stop. After another minute, he did, and her wriggling ceased. Still, he loomed over top of her while she gripped onto his jumper tightly. Both of them were silent as they stared into each other’s eyes, faces only inches apart. For half a second, Y/N swore she saw Fred’s eyes flicker down to her lips, but then she convinced herself she must have dreamed it.

The sounds of the movie seemed to draw them back to the present, and Y/N let go of Fred’s jumper, causing him to sit up. She followed suit, clearing her throat in hopes of easing the tension between them. Fred was never one to let any awkwardness linger, so he nudged her with his elbow before laying back down in the spot he had been before.

“Cuddle up, Y/N. I’ll keep you safe from the big scary winged monkeys.” He winked as he opened his arms for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes lightly, trying desperately to calm the nerves in her stomach, before obliging and cuddling into his side. She let her head rest on his chest, her hand placed just over his heart, as he tightened his arm around her. Y/N found that she couldn’t pay attention to the rest of the movie, what with Fred pulling a blanket up around them and gently stroking her hair. She was lulled to sleep by the action, finding that she wished every night, she could fall asleep in his arms.

The two were startled awake the next morning by a bout of loud laughter. As Y/N quickly sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she spotted George, fully dressed in his school uniform, gazing down at them with an amused grin. Fred groaned from where he still laid on the floor, pulling a pillow over his face to block out the light.

“And what’s this?” George cocked his head to the side. “You guys are really taking this ‘fake dating’ thing pretty seriously. Honestly, you’ve got me convinced.”

Fred shot up quickly at that, nervously looking around the common room to make sure no one heard. When he realized it was only the three of them, he let out a breath of relief.

“Come off it, will you? We just fell asleep after watching a movie.” Fred shot his brother a glare.

Y/N felt sick at the reminder that everything between them was fake. Every little moment she had foolishly convinced herself could mean something more was nothing but wishful thinking. Drawing in a deep sigh, Y/N forced herself up and gestured for Fred to move with a flick of her wand. Once he obliged, she flicked her wand again and gathered all of the blankets and pillows before pushing the couch back. Without another word, she stalked back up the steps to her dorm, and prepared herself for another long day.

-

When Y/N arrived to the potions classroom, her stomach dropped at the sight of Annalise once again in the seat next to her usual one. She gazed around the room, grumbling slightly when she realized she had no other choice but to sit next to the girl. 

“Wow, you look like hell.” Annalise sneered when she trudged over.

“Probably because I was up all night with Fred.” Y/N shot back, before truly registering her words. “Not… Not like that.”

Annalise snorted at the insinuation and rolled her eyes. It seemed she was about to say something, no doubt some snide comment, but was cut off by Snape walking into the room. Y/N straightened up and began to listen to the professor drone on, her stomach twisting in knots when she realized what that day’s lecture would entail. A cauldron sat at the front of the classroom, an alluring steam rising off of it. Y/N knew, it was Amortentia.

After giving a brief lecture on it, Snape used his wand to lift the cauldron in the air, slowly letting it stop by each desk for the students to gaze at. He appeared completely uninterested by the kids’ excitement from what they smelled. Finally, it arrived at Y/N and Annalise’s table.

Y/N leaned forward and took a breath in, her nose being filled with the scent of fireworks, chocolate, and the shampoo Fred used. She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, not needing the reminder that she felt so deeply for someone who didn’t return her affections.

Annalise leaned forward and breathed in a deep breath, a dreamy smile gracing her face. Her eyes flickered towards the front of the classroom, finding Snape deep in conversation with another Ravenclaw student. Quickly, she pulled an empty glass bottle from her bag and dipped it into the cauldron, filling it entirely.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N hissed, sitting up abruptly.

“I’m gonna use it as perfume. So everyone smells what they’re attracted to on me, and wants to be around me.” Annalise shrugged, placing a cork on the bottle and sliding it back into her bag. Y/N knew she could get in loads of trouble for carrying such a dangerous and potent potion, yet she didn’t speak up to turn her in. “Professor Snape, we’re all done back here!”

And with that, Snape was whisking the cauldron away and carrying on with his lecture. Y/N watched Annalise out of the corner of her eye, certain she was up to something from the glint in her eye. Still, like always, she stayed silent.

-

A week later, all thoughts of Annalise’s odd behavior had completely left Y/N’s mind. She was so caught up in falling for Fred even more each day, she could hardly focus on anything else. The fact that he hadn’t brought up Annalise once since their movie night didn’t go unnoticed to her, and she found herself chasing the familiar hope that maybe he was starting to fall for her too.

“I’ve gotta catch up with Georgie and Lee—they’re still mad I ditched them last week.” Fred informed her as he finished his dinner. “Catch you later?”

She nodded, a bright smile lighting up her face when he swooped down and kissed her cheek before hurrying off. Y/N was so in a daze that she didn’t even notice someone slide in the seat beside her, occupying the space Fred was once in.

“Ah, so you two are still together, are you?” Annalise spoke up, making her presence known. She wore a devilish grin as she feigned a casual act, picking at her nails.

“Obviously.” Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“What a shame, I just hate to be the one to tell you this.” She sighed.

“Tell me what?” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she turned to look at Annalise full on.

“Well, I’ve been wearing my perfume, you see.” She craned her neck and circled her hand, gesturing for Y/N to lean in and take a whiff. The smell was undeniable, and as much as she hated being in the presence of her cousin, it kept her reeled in. “Smell Freddie, do you?”

“Why do you care?” Y/N gritted her teeth, hating the way his nickname sounded coming from her mouth.

“Because, he doesn’t smell you.” Annalise shrugged. “In fact, what was it he told me he smelled? Right, fresh ink, my peach shampoo, and… Oh, I can’t remember. It was so hard to pay attention while he was snogging me in that broom closet.”

Y/N instantly dropped the utensils in her hand, ignoring the way they clattered to the ground. The sound drew a few eyes towards them, and Annalise simply smirked at her cousin. Y/N could feel tears welling behind her eyes, but she was also angry. At Fred, for not just telling her that he had finally gotten what he wanted. And at Annalise, for always being so dead set on ruining everything for her.

“What did I ever do to you?” Y/N heard her voice crack, and she felt just as pathetic as Annalise wanted her to feel. When she spoke again, her tone increased significantly. “Why must you always ruin everything for me?”

Some part of her knew she shouldn’t be freaking out, because this had always been the plan. She knew Annalise could never let anything be hers, so she should simply take it in stride and move on. But she couldn’t. She had been so sure that Fred and her were starting to build something real, that she’d finally be with the boy she’d crushed on for years, and now all of that hope was shattered.

“I’m just being a good cousin.” Annalise slapped a hand to her chest, feigning some sort of dignity that she certainly didn’t have. “Really, he was bound to cheat on you at some point. I just made it happen sooner rather than later. You should be thanking me.”

Y/N reached for her wand and gripped it tightly in her fist, ready to point it at her and fire off whatever hex came to mind. In an instant, fear was in Annalise’s eyes and she was cowering back. Professor McGonagall was now rushing forward, shouting her surname and ordering her to stop. In response, Y/N lowered her wand and wiped at her eyes, forcing none of her tears to fall.

“You know what, you’re not even worth it.”

And with that, she was marching out of the Great Hall, ignoring any calls of her name.

-

When Y/N made it back to the common room, she found George, Lee, and Fred gathered around a small table in the corner. A few other students were littered throughout the room, as well. Y/N almost just stormed right up to her dorm, intent on never speaking to Fred again, but she was sick of always letting people treat her like rubbish. So, right as she made it to the base of the steps, she turned on her heels and marched to their table, causing all of their eyes to fall on her.

“Hello, love—”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Fred. “Godric, I know I agreed to help the two of you get together, but cheating on me? Leaving me embarrassed in front of the whole school? What is wrong with you?”

Lee and George glanced at each other with wide eyes before signally towards their steps and quietly sneaking away. This left Fred in open-mouthed shock, gaping at Y/N in all of her fury.

“I don’t know what—”

“And don’t even tell me how it wasn’t really cheating, because we weren’t really together, I know. But the rest of the school doesn’t know that! Annalise doesn’t know that! And now you’ve fed directly into her only wish of making my life utterly horrible.” Y/N fumed, although her hands were shaking slightly. “So, congrats Fred. You finally got the girl. And Annalise got what she wanted, too. Looks like you two are perfect for each other.”

After saying her piece, she quickly turned around and began making her way back towards her steps. She ignored the many sets of bewildered eyes on her, too angry and hurt to even care. She was only stopped by the feeling of Fred gripping onto her wrist and spinning her back around to face him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Fred searched her eyes. “I didn’t cheat on you, fake or not.”

“But—” 

“Annalise yanked me into a broom closet earlier, asking me to smell her neck like a bloody lunatic. So, I did, because I’m always enticed by strange offers.” He quipped with a smile, but when Y/N shot him a pointed look, he became serious once again. “Not the time? Right, okay. So, I smelled her, and I asked if she cornered me in there just to tell me she nicked your perfume, and she got all huffy, so I left. I didn’t cheat on you. I didn’t even mention it because it was too weird to explain.”

“You…” The words got caught in Y/N’s throat, all of her anger leaving her body. “You smelled my perfume?”

“Yeah, and faintly my mum’s roast, but I didn’t question it.” Fred shrugged. “Why?”

Y/N slowly raised a hand up to her mouth, gazing between where his hand still held her wrist and his eyes. Fred had never been very good at potions, so she knew just saying Annalise was wearing ‘Amortentia’ would explain very little.

“She was wearing a love potion, Fred.” Y/N spoke up, much quieter than before. “You smell what you’re attracted to in it.”

In an instant, Fred’s face was a bright shade of red and he quickly dropped her wrist. His eyes dipped down as he avoided her gaze, and Y/N realized this was the first time she’d ever seen him nervous.

“I…” Fred struggled to find words. “I don’t—I mean, I do… But I didn’t want you to—”

“Ask me what I smell in mine.” Y/N urged, cutting off his rambling. Fred shot his head back up at that, looking at her quizzically. 

“What do you smell in yours?” There was a hopeful glint behind his eyes, though his words were soft.

“Fireworks, chocolate…” Y/N took a step closer to him. “And your shampoo.”

The second that Fred fully registered what her words meant, he was closing the distance between the two of them. Y/N let out a shocked giggle as he wrapped her up in his arms, pressing his lips fully to hers for the first time. Although she had seen fireworks before, and she had smelled them almost every time Fred and George were around, neither compared to what it was like to feel fireworks. Y/N’s arms wound around his neck as she pulled him closer to her, prepared to live in the moment forever if she could.

When they pulled apart, there was nothing left either of them had to say. Fred could apologize for putting her through hell for the past few weeks, and Y/N could apologize for being so harsh, but that didn’t matter to either of them at the moment. All that mattered, was they both finally realized what had always been right in front of them.

-

Very early on in the start of Y/N and Fred’s real relationship, she finally opened up to him about just how awful Annalise really was. His jaw clenched at everything she told him, and he quickly expressed that he never would’ve wanted to be with her had he known. Y/N assured him she didn’t care, because this time, Annalise truly lost.

Although Y/N had been quick to brush off her feud with her cousin, telling Fred it was best to just leave it alone, she couldn’t say she was surprised when she walked into the Great Hall one morning, finding Annalise cowering at her table with neon green hair. It was the exact shade she had used when they were six to ruin Y/N’s drawing. While Fred and George vehemently denied any involvement in the prank, Y/N simply placed a short kiss to Fred’s lips, and quietly thanked him.

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[blackcatanna]

I wanted to draw Miki and Itou together because there is a SCANDALOUS lack of art of them together (call the police) but didn't settle on an idea until my Mum said (of our dogs), "Look! They're back-to-back, like sisters!"

This drawing gave me a lot of struggles and I'm not 100% happy but that's GOOD because it means I'm learning and growing :3

More ranting and, more importantly, LADYBUG, under the cut...

There was this ladybug on my laptop the whole time I was drawing today so I added it to Miki's finger... It stayed in the same place for hours but now it's chilling on the other side of the screen...

Can you see the ladybug? Idk how bad tumblr compression is but you surely can...

There's the real one ^

This took me longer than I thought it would because I kept fucking everything up... I thought that Itou's face would be way easier to draw because he has such distinctive features but I was WRONG! And he's always pulling weird faces in the art he's in XD

I also did both guys, shaded and everything, without knowing what the background would be, which was kinda dumb... I don't know what kind of trees those are and I don't care. My brain just said, "Leaves pretty, trees swirly, hurry up: finishing painting!"

My favourite thing about this drawing is how Miki's floofy hair is smooshed against Itou's head XD That was kind of unintentional but Miki has so much floofy hair that poor Itou's head got in the way...

I wanted to do something kinda goofy and cute to start with... Maybe I will draw something angsty next 3:) I have a huge folder full of Souma Hen screenshots I might redraw...

[bwoahtastic]

I love the babies of the abo adoption verse so much! Like the teens are angsty cause they have a lot of hormones and emotions about being unwanted and alot of self doubt. But the babies are just vibing, playing together with their stuffies and drawing pictures for their Papas and its just so cute and warm and fuzzy inside

I KNOW I LOVE MY CUTE BABIESSS

Like Lando just goes around trying to get people to join his tea party and Yuki is probably trying to climb into he curtains or just scares people by suddenly popping up while Guanyu just stares intently at bad fashion choices and Mick just goes around trying to pet all the dogs sdj

But nng all the babies with the teddies (or blankies) just wanting snuggles and learning how to squeak and purr and nuzzle 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE THE BABIES

[thegracelessfaceless]

Why hello!! I hope I do this correctly, I kinda sucky at this pft

Call me Moon/Raccon/Alpha!

I am 27, so feel free to choose nsfw or not. Up to you!

I go be he/him and kinda consider myself sorta trans? Not 100% yet on that. I am 5’2, so kinda short. I usually have short hair or many colors. Usually blues or greens, but right now I have pink! I wear glasses as well or I’m blind as a bat. I also am more or less gay if I’m able to say that lol interested in men basically. I’m pretty open to the idea of Polyamorous relationships though depending on the dynamic.

I do selfship so if you see a sally face f/o on my list shhhh, you saw nothing. I’m very curious to see who I get actually hahaha

I draw a lot, so that’s my main hobby. I do craft at times though. I’m a huge gamer, and love music. I’m pretty easily interested in most things.

I do have ADHD, anxiety, and such. So I am kinda a hot mess at the best of times l

Personality wise, I like to say I am loyal to a fault, always putting others above me to help them. Once I get close to someone and become friends I become quite attached to them, not clingy though. I love attention of any positive kind, no matter what.

I can have strong emotions and have small outbursts at times. And hyperfixations rule me with a iron fist. I’m not exactly A social butterfly, but I do not mind chatting with people I like. Otherwise I’m a bit of a home body and would prefer to just not deal with people.

I adore the rain, and water but can’t swim. I love autumn and Halloween! I like to collect random things(think rocks, a weird random toy type, or just anything else that’s oddly specific)

I’m not much of a reader though, but I can happily focus on shows or movies and such. But I do prefer games over any of that.

I adore cats, but I like lost animals. Dogs, snakes, birds. You name it i probably like them. I’m just a animal person honestly.

I do like spooky things. I have a huge fascination with horror content, and have a pretty strong mind for horror so I don’t scare easily. Even if it’s irl spooky stuff. Though I may over think if it’s dark out. Imagination is my own worst enemy pft

I don’t really know how much this helps but have a random picture also

I don’t know what you need completely cause I sorta suck at these, but if you need anything else please DM me! I’m happy to give anymore info if needed hahahah

Hihi! I absolutely adore your aesthetician!

Your new f/o is...

Travis Phelps

(Art credit: Deviantart: @emporerimpress)

So this one is gonna have kind of an angsty start

It's a Travis matchup, what did you expect?

When Travis first saw you, you reminded him so much of Sal

The blue hair

Your height

The obvious lean towards everything spooky

If you had a mask instead of glasses, Travis would've have thought you were Sal

So of course, Travis was a little mean to you

He can't help it

This man never really learned how to deal with those kind of feelings

And they scare him quite a bit

So what do you do when you're afraid of something or someone?

You try to prove your dominance, even if you're not that dominant at all

So Travis acted like a third grader for a while

Luckily you noticed it for what it was, just like Sal did

And one day you just asked Travis out

You had to

It was glaringly obvious Travis wanted a relationship

But he just couldn't form the words

So he hesitantly said yes, thinking this was too good to be true

So even though Travis' initial attraction to you was due to your similarities to Sal

Travis quickly got to know you and fell hard

Slipped, tripped, busted his lip, and fell in love

You might be a hot mess.

But you're Travis' hot mess

Spoiler alert: I like to headcanon that Travis survived the fall when he pushed Kenneth into the pit by landing in Kenneth's body

After that, Travis wasn't as angry anymore

His main tormentor was gone

And Travis could finally be Travis, after all those years

He could finally be the Travis he showed you

Travis really appreciates your fidelity

He never really had a ton of people to rely on

So it means a lot to him that he can always rely on you

Travis actually puts a lot of work into making sure you can avoid your outbursts

While he doesn't mind them too much,

They tend to make Travis nervous

So he tries to prevent them if he can

Travis also loves discovering new things

He didn't really have a chance to actually be a kid

It was more about survival back then, so

Now Travis wants to experience as much as he can!

He cherishes all your little gremlin collections, especially if you give specific items to him as a gift

That rock?

It's more valuable to Travis than any diamond could be

It doesn't matter that you found it at the park

They'll have to pry that rock from his cold dead hands

Due to his childhood, Travis didn't get to have any gaming systems

Kenneth said they were from the Devil

Kenneth said a lot of things were from the Devil

So you're gonna have to teach Travie how to game

And yes, please, call him Travie 🥺

It makes him blush until his cheeks are a rich, dusty pink

I can see Travis also taking in strays and lost animals, too, from a very young age

So the two of you can be foster parents to the misfit animals of the area!

Even though Travis isn't huge into horror

He's a scaredy boy

He'll humor you with your movies, shows, and horror games

Just make sure to hold him close when he gets scared

Travis has a vivid imagination too

So be ready for lots of "I just had a nightmare" cuddles in the small hours of the night!