#i’ll do an art dump here soon

[dazesanddoodles]

for when the site isn’t actively exploding ☆

[causenessus]

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part 0.8. IF YOU'RE WILLING TO LISTEN

"home and i know, it's always different. i'm the one in love."

from genesis by grimes, left at osaka university, osaka

she’s slipping her phone into her pocket right as she sees them approaching. she smiles, waving excitedly towards both of them. omi is a few strides behind him but she sees them both return the gesture. 

“sorry we’re late,” suna says as they both approach, paper bags in hand. “we got held up buying you these.”

her breath catches in her throat when he pulls out a bundle of tulips wrapped in parchment paper from the bag and she gives him a hug in thanks, trying not to linger or overthink the contact. “don’t worry about it at all, we just opened like eight minutes ago so you guys aren’t late, and this totally makes up for it anyway. thank you so much, suna– rin.”

he smiles when she corrects herself. omi steps forward and reveals his own bouquet which she receives with thanks and hugs him as well, “congratulations. it looks like everything turned out well. how do you feel about it?”

there had been some portfolios she’d slaved over and still not been happy with the end result no matter what anyone told her, and he had been there in high school, staying awake late into the night, listening to her rant about it. “i like this one. a lot,” she answered truthfully. “and i hope you do, too. thank you for asking and coming tonight, omi! you’ve been my number one supporter since high school.”

she can see his smile through his mask and smiles just as wide when he ruffled her hair. “thank you for letting me support you. i’m glad i’ve been here since day one. you deserve this–all of this. remember me when you get famous.”

she laughs at his words, repositioning the flowers in her arms, “i should be saying that to you! you’re the upcoming professional volleyball player here.” he only scoffs at her, trying to keep humble but there’s no denying it. “i’m gonna put these flowers somewhere safe. in the meantime, you guys can wander around if you want. everything’s on the wall and kenma and akaashi’s exhibits are to the left if you want to check them out as well!”

omi nods and walks off and suna gives her another look before following after him. she's giving them time to look at her art before she comes back. she wants them to interpret the photos themselves, without anyone looking over their shoulders, telling them how to feel.

but this is suna’s first exhibit, and she can’t blame him for looking a little lost. all of her shows last year had lined up with days he had games and he’d been unable to come to any of them. he had always apologized for it but it never bothered her. if anything, she felt a little nervous now, letting him see such a raw side of her through her photos.

but at the same time, she didn’t really mind when it came to him. they had had intimate conversations before; he had even spent the end of last year with her when she was all alone at her apartment. he had assured her that he wouldn’t think any differently of her no matter what he saw, and she hoped that was true. she hoped that even if he saw the worst parts of her, he would still stick around.

she placed the flowers by her bag at a table she was sharing with akaashi and kenma. they had all dumped their things there to claim it as their own and had relaxed there for a little bit before the gallery had opened. akaashi was there now as well, screwing off the lid of a bottle.

“how’s it going?” she asked, making sure the flowers were stable and wouldn’t fall off the table.

“good,” he responded simply. “more people than i expected showed up, to be honest. but they seem to be liking everything a lot. is it going well for you?”

“of course they like everything! anyone who says they don’t like your work is lying,” she laughed and looked up at him. he only smiled and shook his head in response. “it’s been good for me, too. suna and omi just got here so they’ll probably come visit you soon.”

“good to know. i’m sure i’ll see sakusa, but not so much suna,” akaashi says, putting down his bottle.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” she raises her brows, unsure of what to make of his statement.

“he only came for you, i’d be surprised if he even left your side tonight,” he answers with a teasing grin.

she sighs, her face reflexively warming at the thought, “oh please. he’s still your guys’ friend too. i’m sure he’ll come by. and it’s not like he’s gonna stay for the whole three hours.”

“you’d be surprised what a person would do for someone they love,” akaashi says and then shrugs when she looks up at him in shock, as if he’s just said something completely normal. “didn’t you tell me you used to make him food for basically every game you went to for him? didn’t you take pictures for inarizaki just to be around him? well now he’s all the way here in the arts building to see you and i have to get back to my stand. bokuto’s waiting for me. i’m sure suna’s waiting for you, too.”

he leaves her after that, and she’s left staring at the flowers suna brought her. she can’t get akaashi’s words out of her head, and her heart won’t calm down. she tries to take a breath before walking back to her wall.

she sees omi just as she returns, and he gives her a nod, which roughly translates to he’ll talk to her later, but he glances back at suna and she knows he’s purposefully leaving them alone.

she comes up from behind, moving to stand beside him and follows his eyes to see the picture he’s looking at. it’s her favorite one of the bunch, the one she had posted last on her twitter, saving the best for last. she hadn’t even taken it recently, it was a picture from nearly a year ago that she had been saving for the right time. “what do you think?” she asks with a playful smile. “this is your first time seeing this side of my photography, right?”

he turns to face her, but his eyes stay staring at the photo for a second longer as if he can’t look away. “it’s stunning. i mean– i feel like i don’t even know what’s right to say, sorry,” he breaks eye contact with her to look down towards the floor and her laugh brings his attention back to her.

“you don’t have to apologize for complimenting me. there’s no right way to say it, but hearing those words from you means a lot. thank you, suna,” she tells him, trying to keep her tone friendly. if he wanted to question her words, he could, but she wasn’t brave enough to outright tell him anything.

“rin,” he corrects. when she looks at him, frowning in confusion, he clarifies, “you called me suna.”

“oh, right. sorry,” she apologizes sheepishly, and it’s her turn to look away. it feels too intimate to call him the name and it nearly gets caught in her throat everytime, but he keeps urging her to call him it and she doesn’t know what to make of that. “any questions you have about any of the pieces? you know how i am, i can go on for hours about anything photography related.”

he turns back to the work she initially found him looking at, “no. i mean, i think all of your pictures were great, and the titles really hit. isn’t finding a meaning for yourself part of the fun? haven’t you said that before?” she nods at his question, mumbling a small thank you. “i think if anything, i’m just confused by this one. it’s– it’s us. we took this picture together. last year. but you said the theme of this group is ‘home’ so it’s the only one i can’t figure out. how is this home?”

“oh,” she says, her mouth working faster than her mind. “that’s easy, well i guess for me–” even when he turns to look back at her, sharp yellow eyes looking into her own, it doesn’t stop her from saying the next few words. “it’s here because to me, you are home. all of the other pictures are mainly centered around childhood homes but the night we took that picture is when i really realized i had found a new home. a new place to belong.”

when he doesn’t respond, the realization of what she just said kicks in and she breaks eye contact, her stomach turning as she plays with her fingers nervously. “oh god– sorry. that probably sounded really weird. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or be sappy–”

“y/n,” he cuts her off, the knuckles of one of his fingers under her chin gently guiding her face up back to look at him before he seems to realize what he’s doing and drops his hand back to the side of his hip. “it wasn't sappy. i just didn’t expect you to say that,” he explains with a small smile, and this time she can’t look away. she feels like she’s only being pulled in farther to him. “can i ask you about the other pictures, too? i just want to know how you see them.”

“of course, i mean– if you’re willing to listen. just tell me to stop if you get bored,” she already feels like she’s rambling and she hasn’t even started talking. finally, she tears away her eyes to look at her own photos, deciding on which one to talk about first.

but he's still looking at her. there's nowhere else he wants to look; even in front of her own work, nothing is more beautiful than her.

“i’m willing. i’ll listen to all of it.”

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extras <3

suna thought it'd be funny when he was buying flowers with omi to be like "oh man these are kind of expensive and i'm broke. you think you can pay for mine too?"

omi just looked at him asking, "is she not worth everything to you? is she not worth the money to buy flowers for?"

suna immediately dropped the joke

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A SORT OF FLASHBACK ! i'll make that clear there as well but just so we're all on the same page <3

one more chapter of slight hurt/comfort and then we're silly again!!!

kenma continued to have a stare off with a girl across from him and would get all snarky whenever someone came to his display and not hers LMAO

hopefully the images i chose for y/n's exhibit are okay :) i had a theme going for them and they feel a little mismatched but to me every single one of them is important

omi hung out with akaashi and bokuto and then kenma before leaving. he texted y/n later about his thoughts and how well she did but he left to give suna and y/n time to themselves :)

suna stayed with her until closing

she didn't even realize how fast time was going. a lot of other people came to look at her pictures as well and many stayed to listen while she was explaining her thoughts behind each photo to suna

a lot of things went unsaid that night. suna wanted to say he felt the same way after y/n explained the picture of them together but thought that was too much

thank u guys as always for reading <3

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[curiousechoo]

SURPRISE‼️‼️ ART/DOODLE DUMP‼️‼️

Hello! It has been quite a while

I want to fully apologize for not being around for the past couple of months, and even now and then doing different stuff. So, I want to make it up by grabbing what I’ve been working and experimenting with, and putting it all in

I promise, I’m still around! >:] but now I have college and recently I’ve been struggling with artblock, burnout and motivation all together.

I guess it’s been one of those points where I grew tired when posting content, and I wasn’t fully aware of that ^^’

But again, I hope that these doodles and art I was able to make is able to fully cover for it!

They are not TFA related though, but infact one of my designs for my main character. In addition with @marinatedsaltea’s character, Moonski and their skeleton character, Saunek

(I hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this)

—

That’s about all I need to cover, and I’ll certainly try my best to post when I can in the future

I’ll have TFA content soon since I’m planning to redesign my inserted characters along with their stories to have more common with the show itself

and doodle others characters here and there for funsies heuhu

[nutakuro]

ii art dump, in which some of these drawings are a month old and not really formatted the way I normally do it oops- I had this bomb design for awhile but I never really drew anything beside him cause I didn’t feel like it at the time and then I was just putting it off until now but I REALLY like the design I made for him. I really don’t want to post all my old art in random batches so I’m gonna try to make all the characters coordinated in some way when I post them lmao. I have so much random art I’ll get out eventually.

I also drew this trophy a month ago but also went, I’ll make an actual design for him soon ! … uh no I didn’t. So here’s him in this horrendous outfit LMAO. anyways I really love these six I’m probably gonna end up making more art of them soon cause they’re super on my mind rn. I accidentally pickle pilled myself by making one of my favorite gijinka designs ever so oops

[everythingharrypotterblog]

charmed [14]: 'the little moments' (remus lupin x reader)

a/n: GUYSS i feel like it's been FOREVER. thank you so much for your recommendations, i slipped quite a few into this part ;) i'm starting on the next part as soon as this one goes up. welcome, or welcome back to charmed<3 i never want this story to end but i see it coming.... for now, let us enjoy this newest chapter. as always im waiting for ur feedback x

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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14.

Knock, knock, knock.

“C’min!” Hagrid’s gruff voice boomed from inside his hut. Y/N opened the door, and stepped inside.

“Hey,” Y/N said, taking her gloves off. “Oh, hi Hermione!”

Hermione was sat beside Hagrid, the two looking over books that were sprawled across his table, with two mugs of tea squished in between them.

“Hi, Professor Y/L/N!” Hermione smiled politely.

“Hermione’s just here helping me with Beaky’s case, found me all these dates and all in these books.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful.” Y/N beamed. “How are you guys doing?”

Hagrid let out a sigh, shrugging. Hermione did the same.

Y/N pursed her lip. “Tough time right now, I get it. Well, I don’t wanna disturb you, Hagrid, you have anything I can help you with today?”

Y/N was somewhat of an animal lover. Or, creature lover, to put it in correct terms. Ever since the winter, she’d go down to Hagrid’s once a week and ask him if she could help out with any creature tending he had to do. It cheered her up.

“Matter o’ fact, I do!” Hagrid sat up, turning around and going to get something from his fridge. “It’s time for the Hippogriffs to eat,” he said, dumping heaps of raw meat into a bucket.

“Wonderful.” Y/N said, walking over to Hermione to read over her shoulder. She placed her hand on her shoulder, “wanna come with?”

“Oh, no thanks Professor. Maybe I’ll join you after when I’m done showing Hagrid all this.”

“Sure.” Y/N smiled. “Ah,” she looked up once she heard the clunk of Hagrid’s bucket.

“Here, take Fang out with you. He’s driving us nuts.” Hagrid added, throwing in Fang’s treat bag in the bucket.

Y/N laughed. “Alright then, I’ll see you soon. Fang! Come on!”

She pulled her gloves back on and grabbed the bucket, holding the door open for Fang to run out beside her. They walked to the Hippogriff enclosure, occasionally pausing so that Fang can go to the bathroom.

“Hi guys,” Y/N called out as she neared the Hippogriff herd. They turned to her.

She bowed down to them one by one, waiting for their look of “ok” before handing them their food. Last, was Buckbeak.

She sat on a rock, watching them tear apart and munch on the pieces of meat with their impressive beaks.

“Oh, yes you get one too, I know you’re jealous that they get to eat,” Y/N said to Fang, who was whining and drooling next to her. She threw him a treat.

Buckbeak finished his meal, and slowly made his way to Y/N.

“Hi, buddy.” Y/N smiled. She watched him lie down next to her and stretch his long neck outward. He nudged the top of his head against her thigh. “You’re cuddly today.” She graciously lent her hand out and ran her fingers through his feathers. 

She sat there for a moment, petting Buckbeak and keeping an eye on Fang who was running around the enclosure. Birds chirped and it was music to her ears. Winters were always so hard for her, and with April looming closer, she began to feel relief.

“Might have a baby soon, you know.” She said to Buckbeak, smiling cheekily. Buckbeak made a sound and beckoned her to keep petting him. “That’s all. Nothing else has changed. I heard you’re going to London soon. I hope it’ll be a nice trip..”

Eventually, she got up, bid the Hippogriffs goodbye, and made her way back to Hagrid’s with Fang. 

“Hagrid,” she knocked, entering. “Here ya go.” She handed him the empty bucket, as well as Fang’s treats.

“Everythin’ alrigh’?”

“Everybody’s super, happy and fed.”

“Thanks a lot, eh Y/N. Hermione’s about to go too, yeh mind walking her up to the Castle?”

“Course not.” Y/N said, patting him on the arm. “You need me to hold something, Hermione?”

“No, thank you Professor, I’m leaving most of the books here.”

The two walked in silence up the hill that separated the Castle and the grounds.

Y/N glanced at Hermione. “You doing alright, Hermione?”

She nodded automatically, refusing to meet her professor’s eyes.

“I guess I’m a bit tired.” She said, finally.

Y/N nodded reassuringly. “You’re doing a lot.”

“I just…” Hermione started. “There’s so much I want to do. You know? I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like I can do so much.”

Y/N nodded once again. “You have the best kind of drive a young person can have, Hermione.”

They walked a little more.

“It’s my favourite part, working with people your age. A lot of you feel compelled to do something big, to save a lot of people. It’s really good, it’s a good thing. A necessary thing for the world to advance too.”

Y/N paused before continuing.

“But in the end, it’s okay if you only save one person. And it’s even more okay if that one person just turns out to be you.”

Y/N let Hermione think as they climbed up the few stairs to the castle entrance. To her surprise, Hermione wrapped her arms around her in a hug. Y/N rubbed her arm encouragingly before they broke apart.

“Thank you, Professor.”

Y/N watched her set off for the Gryffindor common room. Maybe what she said didn’t even register with Hermione. Or maybe it did. Maybe it just did.

+

Remus was in his office, dozing off slightly when his fireplace lit up and a familiar snarling voice called out: “Lupin! I want a word!”

He recognized it to be Snape’s. Thinking it was just something about the Polyjuice Potion, he absent-mindedly clambered into the ashes. Spinning out of his office and into a new location, he was taken aback by Harry Potter standing beside Snape, face adorned with a look of pure terror it seemed.

"You called, Severus?" said Lupin mildly.

"I certainly did," said Snape, his face contorted with fury as he strode back to his desk. "I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was carrying this.”

Snape pointed at the parchment, on which the words of Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs were still shining.

Upon glancing at it, Remus felt his throat close up. He cleared it, attempting to play it off casually while he felt his entire chest seize up. It can’t be…

"Well?" said Snape.

Lupin continued to stare at the map. Harry had the impression that Lupin was doing some very quick thinking.

"Well?" said Snape again. "This parchment is plainly full of Dark Magic. This is supposed to be your area of expertise, Lupin. Where do you imagine Potter got such a thing?”

Lupin looked up and, by the merest half-glance in Harry's direction, warned him not to interrupt.

He racked his brains for a thing to say. Something plausible. How was he even going to get a single sentence out when about a million thoughts and emotions were rushing past his mind?

"Full of Dark Magic?" he repeated mildly. "Do you really think so, Severus? It looks to me as though it is merely a piece of parchment that insults anybody who reads it. Childish, but surely not dangerous? I imagine Harry got it from a joke shop —"

"Indeed?" said Snape. His jaw had gone rigid with anger. "You think a joke shop could supply him with such a thing? You don't think it more likely that he got it directly from the manufacturers?”

Manufacturers? Remus fought to keep a straight face.

"You mean, by Mr. Wormtail or one of these people?" he said. "Harry, do you know any of these men?”

"No," said Harry quickly.

"You see, Severus?" said Lupin, turning back to Snape. "It looks like a Zonko product to me —"

Right on cue, Ron came bursting into the office. He was completely out of breath, and stopped just short of Snape's desk, clutching the stitch

in his chest and trying to speak.

"I -- gave -- Harry -- that -- stuff," he choked. "Bought -- it... in Zonko's... ages -- ago…"

"Well!" said Lupin, clapping his hands together and looking around cheerfully. "That seems to clear that up! Severus, I'll take this back,

shall I?" He folded the map and tucked it inside his robes. "Harry, Ron, come with me, I need a word about my vampire essay -- excuse us, Severus —"

Harry didn't dare look at Snape as they left his office. He. Ron, and Lupin walked all the way back into the entrance hall before speaking. Then Harry turned to Lupin.

"Professor, I —“

"I don't want to hear explanations," said Lupin shortly. He glanced around the empty entrance hall and lowered his voice. "I happen to know that this map was confiscated by Mr. Filch many years ago. Yes, I know it' s a map," he said as Harry and Ron looked amazed. "I don't want to know how it fell into your possession. I am, however, astounded that you didn't hand it in. Particularly after what happened the last time a

student left information about the castle lying around. And I can't let

you have it back, Harry.”

Harry had expected that, and was too keen for explanations to protest. 

"Why did Snape think I'd got it from the manufacturers?"

"Because...," Lupin hesitated, "because these mapmakers would have wanted to lure you out of school. They'd think it extremely entertaining.”

"Do you know them?" said Harry, impressed.

"We've met," he said shortly. He was looking at Harry more seriously than ever before.

"Don't expect me to cover up for you again, Harry. I cannot make you

take Sirius Black seriously. But I would have thought that what you have heard when the dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor

way to repay them — gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic

tricks."

Mind racing, he rushed back into his office, leaving Harry and Ron in the hallway, the map in between his quivering hands.

He fell into the nearest chair he could find once back in his quarters and tapped the map, muttering an all too familiar phrase.

                Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present 

THE MARAUDER'S MAP

Remus traced the ink that appeared with a finger, then opened it and watched as every detail of the Hogwarts Castle and grounds appeared on the pages. He found the small dot in his office labeled ‘Remus Lupin’.

He burst into tears.

+

SMACK!

“Hermione!”

Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul -- you evil —"

"Hermione!" said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung

it back.

"Get off, Ron!”

Malfoy grunted to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three rushed into the castle, the former clutching the side of his face that Hermione had just smacked.

"Harry, you'd better beat him in the Quidditch final!" Hermione said shrilly. "You just better had, because I can't stand it if Slytherin wins!”

"We're due in Charms," said Ron, still goggling at Hermione. "We'd better go.”

They hurried up the marble staircase toward Professor Y/L/N’s classroom.

Y/N glanced over at them as they opened the classroom door, and gave them a quick nod before continuing her lesson.

“Cheering Charms today, pair up!”

Harry and Ron hurried to a desk at the back and opened their bags. Ron looked behind him.

"Where's Hermione gone?”

Harry looked around too. Hermione hadn't entered the classroom, yet Harry knew she had been right next to him when he had opened the door.

"That's weird.”

The lesson ended, and the students filed out of class all grinning ear to ear, the Charms had yet to wear off.

“Is Hermione okay?” Y/N asked Harry and Ron on their way out.

They shrugged, telling her they didn’t know where she went and then thanked her and bid her good day.

Y/N was magically wiping the chalkboards clean when she heard two pairs of loud, heavy footsteps running down the hall and into the classroom.

“I could hear you coming from a mile away, guys.” Y/N chuckled at Fred and George Weasley.

“Good afternoon, Professor Y/L/N!”

“Finished your class, Professor Y/L/N?”

They said in unison.

“Yes, come on in. What can I do for you two today?” Y/N said as she took a seat behind her desk.

The twins shared a look with each other.

“What….—” Y/N said suspiciously.

The twins broke out into identical grins.

“— did you guys do…”

“Nothing! We were just wondering—“ Fred said.

“if you—“ George continued.

“our favourite teacher, by the way—“ Fred intercepted.

Y/N rolled her eyes, urging them to continue.

“would take a look at something we’re working on?”

Y/N looked at them. “I’m guessing this thing you’re working on is not the latest essay I assigned eh?”

The twins chuckled. “Oh, that’s already finished!”

“Way ahead of you!”

“Will be on your desk before tomorrow’s class!”

Y/N smiled. They amused her so.

“Alright, what is it that you want to show me?”

“Okay. It’s a very early prototype.” Fred said, clapping his hands together. “George, the honours?”

“Very well, Fred.” George pulled out a small candy from his pocket. He took his time to unwrap it dramatically, then slowly put it in his mouth. And chewed.

Y/N looked at him quizzically before yelling out as soon as George seemingly gagged something up. The ‘something’ revealed itself to be his own tongue, which was swelling and coming out of his mouth doubling in size.

“FRED? What is this?!” Y/N gasped, jumping up to George’s side.

“No worries, Professor, this is what’s supposed to happen!” Fred cried out, pulling out his wand and muttering the counter-spell.

George’s tongue went back to normal. “Tada,” he said, taking a bow.

Y/N sat back down, looking flabbergasted, then burst out laughing. The twins beamed.

“You guys made that candy yourself?”

The twins nodded.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. “How long did it take you to figure out how to trap the spell inside the piece of toffee?”

“Since you first taught it to us in December, Professor.”

“Hmm.” Y/N was visibly impressed. “So I teach you guys the Growth Charm, and you guys decide to put it in a candy to make people’s tongue grow thrice its size… This is high-level charmwork, gentlemen. And very creative.”

The twins beamed. “We want to make a business out of it, Professor.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“We’ve got a bunch of other ideas too, like a Skiving Snackboxes line- candy that makes you sick so you can get out of class!”

Y/N nodded.

“You think it’s a bad idea, Professor?” George asked.

Y/N shook her head. “Hold onto the idea. I think you guys have got some real talent.”

The twins whooped and high-fived each other. “We’re set for life, Freddie!”

“Hey, hey, hey— that doesn’t mean you don’t need to put in the work, eh! All brilliant entrepreneurs still need a basic education as a foundation.”

The twins nodded.

“I don’t want you guys to be distracted and flunk your O.W.L.’s this year.” Y/N said. “ESPECIALLY your Charms one.” She winked and the twins nodded, chuckling.

“Yes, Professor.”

Another pair of loud, running footsteps echoed through the hallway and this time, in burst Hermione.

“Hermione!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Professor Y/L/N, I’m so sorry, I missed class, I—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, come, sit down. Breathe.”

Hermione sat down and relaxed. Y/N reassured her that it was okay, that she wasn’t upset and that she’d catch up on Cheering Charms the next time.

“No need to freak out, I mean, look at how many times these two have skipped my class.” Y/N said, jerking her head to Fred and George.

“Professor!” The twins retaliated, turning red like their hair. “We have been ill…”

“Hmm hmm, sure.” Y/N chuckled.

Just then, Remus passed by her classroom, poking his head in.

“Remus!” Y/N called out happily, beckoning him to join.

“Hello Professor Y/L/N, hello.” He smiled at her, then to Hermione and the twins.

“We were just eating some candy.” Y/N said lightly. “Care for a toffee?” She said, eyeing the twins.

Fred and George’s eyes grew round as they understood what she meant. 

“Um, here you go Professor.” Fred said, handing Remus a candy.

He put it in his mouth, then became aware that he was being stared at.

“Wha-?” He croaked before choking, his tongue starting to swell.

Y/N burst out laughing, running out of her chair to come to his aid. “I’m s-sorry, I’m so sorry—“ she gasped, pulling her wand out and quickly reversing it.

The three students concealed their laughter as they did not know if they should be allowed to laugh at the fact that they pranked a teacher.

Remus coughed and choked as his tongue went back to normal, Y/N still laughing and clutching onto his chest.

“What was that?” Remus gasped.

“I’m so sorry, it’s this prank thing the twins came up with.” Y/N said, still doubled over in laughter, clutching onto the lapel of his robes.

“Oh my god,” Remus chuckled, closing his eyes. “I should’ve known not to trust you.”

The two laughed, clutching at each other’s arms and hands. Hermione, Fred and George stood there, side-eyeing each other as they watched their two Professors struggle to get it together and keep their hands off each other.

+

"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession -- no!

Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field -- THAT WAS DELIBERATE!”

It was the Quidditch Cup Final, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and the tension and adrenaline spread across the pitch was enough to send everyone flying.

"Ha haaa!" yelled Lee Jordan as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from each other, clutching their heads. "Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebold And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle -- Flint alongside her -- poke him

in the eye, Angelina! -- it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke -- oh no -- Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save —!"

“Oh God, I can’t fucking watch this-“ Y/N screamed, clutching onto Remus’ arm.

The students standing across the teacher’s box were following the players but some did a double take as their eyes glossed over Remus and Y/N.

“Look— look, look at fucking Professor Y/L/N and Lupin—“ a student nudged her friend.

Her friend took her eyes off the game and giggled. “Do those Weasley twins still have that bet going on cause I’m definitely gonna put some money in now.”

“— AND POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS! GRYFFINDOR HAS WON THE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

The stadium burst into a thundering cheer as waves of crimson-clad students jumped up and down, shaking the seats and ground under them.

The teachers were equally going crazy, McGonagall’s bun had even undone itself from the amount of shaking her arms were doing. Y/N and Remus were yelling into each other’s faces, jumping up and down hugging each other. 

A group of students that were jumping up and down, flailing their arms,  pointed at Y/N and Remus, and began screaming and jumping even harder.

+

“Okay…! Okay Minerva, I see you today!” Y/N exclaimed as she walked in the teacher’s lounge one afternoon, carrying a mug of tea and wrapped in a blanket scarf.

“Thank you, thank you.” McGonagall smiled shyly, showing off her newly done nails to Professor Sprout who was sitting across the room.

Pomona hummed in appreciation. “Cold, Y/N?”

“Freezing. The Castle’s always freezing.”

“You’d think Dumbledore can up the fires a few degrees.” Pomona shook her head.

“You know women’s body temperatures are naturally lower than men’s?” Minerva huffed.

The two other women hummed in surprise.

“So, did you do these yourself?” Y/N gestured to Minerva’s nails as she took a seat.

“No, there’s a new salon in Hogsmeade village. She is quite good.”

“Oh! Did you get her card?”

“I believe so!” She bent down to rummage through her neatly organized bag. “Pomona?” She said, as she offered both of them one.

“Oh no, unfortunately I can never have my nails done! The only downside to Herbology I suppose.”

“Right… what if you wore gloves?” Y/N said.

Pomona shook her head. “It would still chip away, by rubbing against the fabric.”

“Right, right.”

“Guess what I overheard today in my 7th-years—“ Y/N said, bringing her mug of tea to her lips.

“Oh heavens, not some more relationship drama I suppose?” McGonagall said, sifting through the pack of essays she had been working on.

Y/N raised her eyebrows in response, taking another gulp of tea. “Oh yeah. Simon and Ashley.”

“Ravenclaw and Gryffindor?” Pomona asked.

“Yup.” Y/N nodded. “They were arguing in the middle of my class about skirts. He was saying how he didn’t want her to be wearing her skirt outside class time.”

“Oh my God.” Pomona rolled her eyes.

“Something about how he doesn’t like that she’ll be seen in it by the other boys.”

Minerva tutted, shaking her head ‘no’. 

“And get this— he was arguing how it’s a “BOUNDARY’ for him.”

“Oh no!” Pomona exclaimed.

“It’s not a boundary if it’s just a stupid — pardon me — rule that he’s imposing on her—“

“That’s what I thought!”

“I know it’s wrong to say this about our students, but I sure hope they break up…”

Everyone chuckled.

Y/N checked her watch, standing up and chugging the remainder of her tea. “I gotta go.”

“Have a great lesson, my dear.” Pomona said.

“I hate men like that.” McGonagall said. “Controlling, with such a fragile ego and masculinity!”

“I know.” Pomona agreed.

“It’s like— where do they get this from?” Y/N said, picking up her books. “Are they learning this type of stuff from their friends? Their fathers?”

The two other women shrugged. “Poor girl who has to suffer the consequences.”

“She’s so young too.” Y/N said, leaning on the back of Pomona’s chair.

She was about to linger a bit longer to chat more with her colleagues when the door swung open and Remus walked in.

“Hey!” Y/N smiled.

“Hey.” He gently replied back.

“You leaving?” Y/N asked as she held all her books, heading towards the door.

“No, but I’ll walk you.” Remus said.

He put his things down and walked out of the lounge behind her, accompanying her to her classroom.

+

Summer was definitely in the air. The days were warmer, the sun was out longer, and all anybody wanted to do was kick back by the lake with a jug of pumpkin juice and watch the Giant Squid float by.

Unfortunately, that was not the reality for students and teachers alike. It was finals season.

Thursday morning, was the 3rd-year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.  Professor Lupin had compiled the most unusual exam any of them had ever taken; a sort of obstacle course outside in the sun, where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new boggart.

"Excellent, Harry," Lupin muttered as Harry climbed out of the trunk, grinning. "Full marks.” Looking up, he saw Y/N and smiled, waving.

Y/N came walking down, waving to the other students. “I’m just on a walk, soaking up the sun. Don’t let me interrupt you!”

Flushed with his success, Harry hung around to watch Ron and Hermione. Ron did very well until he reached the hinkypunk, which successfully confused him into sinking waist-high into the quagmire. Hermione did everything perfectly until she reached the trunk with the boggart in it. After about a minute inside it, she burst out again, screaming.

"Hermione!" said Lupin, startled. "What's the matter?”

"P -- P -- Professor McGonagall!" Hermione gasped, pointing into the trunk. 

"Sh -- she said I'd failed everything!”

It took a little while to calm Hermione down. By the time she had, Y/N had come back from her walk and decided to take a seat on the grass and watch the rest of the students pass.

It was Lavender Brown’s turn when she chose the wrong spell and chaos broke out among the Red Caps. They jumped out of their potholes, running in all directions.

“Lavender!” Remus called, dropping his clipboard and pulling his wand out.

Y/N jumped up from her spot on the grass, whipping her wand out as well.

The two professors muttered incantations, trying to immobilize the Red Caps as Lavender had frozen in her spot.

“Don’t worry Lavender, come, back up—“ Y/N ran towards her, grabbing her arm when a Red Cap suddenly jumped on her. She turned around quickly, wrestling with it for a second before Remus blasted it off from her. “Little shit,” she swore, squeezing her wrist after seeing that its long nails had left a cut.

“Y/N!” Remus gasped, running over to them. “Lavender, are you okay?” He glanced quickly at his student.

“Yes, I’m okay but Professor Y/L/N—“

“Where are you hurt—“

Remus looked Y/N up and down frantically, clutching her wrist.

“I’m fine Rem, just a scratch.”

“Lemme see..” He said, gently unwrapping her fingers from her wrist and holding it in his own palms.

It was a scratch and it was barely bleeding.

“We need to see Madam Pomfrey, it might be infected, then we need to—“

“Rem. Rem, hey. I’m fine.” Y/N said, locking eyes with him. “It barely went through my skin, look.”

Remus looked down, brushing his thumb gently over the scratch.

“You sure?” He whispered, looking back up at her.

“Yeah.” Y/N smiled.

Remus muttered a Bandaging Charm and wrapped it delicately around her wrist.

Lavender stood there, watching the pair, a huge grin on her face— as if she wasn’t just almost attacked by half a dozen Red Caps, as if she wasn’t in the middle of a literal final exam. 

[geode-crystal]

@whumperofworlds this one is for you!

Characters involved:

Whumpee: Darius, "the Shining Knight"

Caretaker: Mianu, "the Lost Prince."

Some random Whumper idk

Contents: kidnapping, restraints (chains), a little bit of torture, a little bit of blood, a whole lot of angst

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The prince’s quest was noble. No one could deny that. Noble, but very, very dangerous. And Darius had sworn—both to his prince and to himself—that he would protect Mianu with his life.

Prince Mianu’s self-assigned mission was meant to be kept secret. His identity was meant to be secret. No one, aside from those who needed to, was supposed to know he had even left his kingdom. It didn’t matter that he was still trying to set right what had once gone wrong. They were all aware of the risks. Of what might happen if someone found out he was royalty.

Darius was never going to forgive himself when he got out of this.

If he got out of this.

The first thing Darius had done when he was alert enough to be fully aware of his situation was fight against his chains.

This was a living nightmare.

Everything that had led to his capture came back to him in a rush. It had all been too simple. Too easy. He was supposed to be better than this. But a simple ambush had been all that it took. He’d allowed himself to get distracted. He’d been naive enough to let Mianu wander a few feet out of his sight. And he’d been jumped. Just like that.

Darius had put up a fight. But it wasn’t enough. All too soon, the world had gone dark.  

And now… here he was. Chained in enemy territory. No armor. No weapon.

Darius had been through a lot in his life. But had never felt so exposed and vulnerable.

He had to get out of there before anything else happened.  

His training ran through his mind. Don’t make any noise, don’t alert the enemy to your presence… but the enemy already knew he was here. Hells, they put him here. Find something to use to your advantage… but the tiny, dark room he had been thrown into was completely empty. And his hands were chained high above his head. Of course, there were cuffs around his ankles, too, despite being dumped awkwardly on the floor, left on bruised knees. He could barely move, let alone investigate.

Really, guard training had much more to say about avoiding getting into these situations than what you should do to get out of them.

He would have to complain about that later.

“Oh, good. You’re awake. I was starting to think my crew had been too rough on you.”

Darius went rigid. He’d never heard that voice before, but he knew that tone too well. His eyes quickly scanned the little room. Nothing. It looked empty. Felt empty.

Darius hissed out a rather un-knightly word. Magic. The one thing he couldn’t defend against.

“Who are you?” he shouted. “Show yourself!”

He could have sworn his captor was smirking. “Well, if you insist.”

There was a soft sound, like a curtain being drawn. And then someone stood before him. Nearly towering over him. A bandit or a mercenary, by the looks of her clothing and the dagger at her belt. A successful one at that. She was practically littered with rings, her belt embedded with gemstones. A pendant with a golden chain dangled from her hand.

Darius’ breath caught in his throat.

That was his pendant. The one that Mianu had given him. One of a matching pair, enchanted so they could keep in contact even if they were apart. So they could find each other when they needed to.

Seeing it in that woman’s hands made his blood boil.

“Who are you?” Darius snapped.

The mercenary raised an eyebrow. “You’ve used that one already. I’d hoped a royal knight would be more versed in the art of conversation than that.”

No. No. This wasn’t just some random kidnapping. She knew exactly who he was.

“Whatever it is you want, you’re not going to get it,” Darius said as firmly as he could.

But how? They’d been so careful not to be recognized...

The woman made a soft sound, almost a laugh. “Alright. I’ll play along. What, exactly, makes you think I want something from you?”

Dread seeped into Darius’ heart. He refused to let it show. He glared daggers at his captor, surging against his bonds as though he could break free by sheer force of will. His wrists were definitely mangled at that point. He didn’t care.

“If you wanted me dead, I would be by now,” he hissed. “You’ve had plenty of chances.”

“True.” The woman still spoke as though they were chatting about dinner. “But I have something else in mind.”

She took a single step forward. Darius stayed frozen, torn between trying to back up and trying to lunge forward again. He knew both options were stupid and pointless, anyway. But he wanted to do something. Anything, to try to get out of this, to try to get back to Mianu before his captor did something much worse than just knocking him out and chaining him up…

But the woman only dangled the pendant in front of him. The deep emerald in the center shone, even in the dark room.

“What a fancy little toy you have,” the woman sneered. “Not something an ordinary knight carries around, hmm?”

All of his instincts told him to turn away. To hide. But Darius refused to back down. He couldn’t show any weakness. Not now.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied.

The gemstone flashed again.

The woman rolled her eyes. “Please. I daresay I know more about magic than the likes of you. Which is exactly why I need your darling little prince.”

Darius couldn’t keep his expression steady this time.

This was exactly what he’d been afraid of.

“What did you do with him?” Darius’ voice was far too soft for his own comfort.

And the woman had the gall to laugh. “Nothing. Not yet, anyway.” 

“If you’re expecting me to help hurt him—”

“No need to worry yourself over that,” the woman cut him off. “No harm will come to him. Or you, for that matter, as long as you both behave.”

“I will never do what you ask,” Darius snapped.

The woman’s smile was heartless. Sickening. “No need to be so modest. You’re already playing your part wonderfully.”

And abruptly, Darius understood.

Whoever this woman was, she didn’t have Mianu. But she needed him. Everything had been a trap... but for Mianu. Darius was only the bait.

He’d rather die than get Mianu mixed up in this madness.

“It won’t work,” he said firmly. “Whatever you want, he’ll never give into your demands.”

“Won’t he?”

The woman’s tone was still cool. Confident. She was utterly convinced she had already won.

“We’ve all seen how… fond the poor little lost prince is of his dashing knight,” she went on. “Hard to blame him. What a handsome face.”

She gripped his chin, twisting his head this way and that. Darius jerked free.

“Whatever sick game you’re playing—”

“Oh, enough,” the woman snapped. “Don’t you have anything better to say? Besides, we don’t need him, really. Just his magic. I’ve heard the princeling has a certain affinity for working in the shadows.”

Darius’ heart could have stopped beating and he wouldn’t have noticed.

“No… no,” he choked out. “He won’t—you can’t.”

He struggled against his chains again, knowing full well it was useless. He didn’t care. He couldn’t let Mianu use that dark magic again. Mianu had sworn he would never call on the shadows again. The magic was powerful, but dangerous. Incredibly dangerous. Mianu had almost lost an arm to those dark powers. He’d nearly lost himself. If he fell into that darkness again…

Darius couldn’t lose him. Not like that.

“You can’t make him use that magic,” he said almost desperately. “I won’t let it happen.”

“That is not for you to decide,” his captor snapped.

She straightened up, holding the pendant closer. It kept flashing. Mianu was desperately trying to contact his knight. And the mercenary knew it.

“Let’s send him a little message, shall we?” she smirked.

She ran her thumb over the face of the gem. And instantly, the flashing changed to a solid glow. Mianu’s voice filled the air.

“Darius? Darius, are you there? Where are you? What happened?”

“Good evening, little prince,” she said with a smirk.

The panic and desperation in his voice made Darius’ heart fracture. But he stayed silent. It was the only weapon he had.

Of course, his captor had other plans.

Mianu’s reply was instant. “Who are you? How did you get his pendant? What did you do to him?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” said the mercenary. “He’s right here with me. I promise he’s all in one piece. And if you want him to stay that way, then you’ll come and meet us. Alone.”

“Prove it,” Mianu demanded. “Prove that he’s there. Alive.”

The silence from the pendant was deadly.

Then...

The woman shrugged. “A reasonable request. Darius, dear, won’t you say ‘hello’ to your prince charming?”

If glares could kill, the woman would have fallen on the spot. But Darius said nothing.

The woman sighed. “Have it your way, then.”

There was a brief flash of light. A single whispered word. Darius had no idea what spell hit him. But it felt like a knife slicing right into his side. It must have made a seeious cut. He could feel the sting of it. Could feel the blood slowly soaking his tunic.

But aside from a quick gasp, far too soft for the pendant to pick up, he made no sound.

The woman clucked her tongue, as though chiding a small child. “You’re only making this more difficult for yourself, you know.”

Darius still said nothing. Not aloud. But in his heart, he screamed out, as though Mianu could hear his silent prayers.

Don’t listen to her, Mianu. Just run. Don’t let her get to you. It doesn’t matter what she does to me, as long as you’re safe…

His captor scowled. She closed the distance between them in a few strides. And she kicked him, hard. Right in the gash she had just made under his ribcage.

Darius screamed. He couldn’t help it. The cry was forced from him as easily as the air was forced from his lungs.

Mianu swore. “Darius! Just hold on. I’ll find you. I’ll get you out of there, I promise.”

“No!” Darius’ shout was more like a cough. “Mianu, don’t! Stay away! She’s going to—”

He was cut off with another cry as his captor delivered another sharp kick. Darius was nearly doubled over at this point. If it weren’t for the chains holding him up, he would have crashed to the floor.

“You’d better hurry, princeling,” the mercenary sneered. “Or your knight in shining armor will face far, far worse than that.”

“If you touch him again, I swear you will pay,” Mianu growled.

“And if you try any tricks, he’ll be the one to suffer for it,” the mercenary replied colly. “See you soon, your highness.”

She ran her thumb along the gem again, cutting off the connection. Then she tossed it over her shoulder. It clattered to the floor in some hidden corner of the room... where it distinctly cracked. Darius winced. He hadn’t just failed to protect his prince. He’d managed to lose an important gift from him, too.

He was a failure. As a knight. As a partner.

The mercenary’s eyes flashed. She looked almost like a kid on her favorite holiday.

“Well done,” she hissed.  “You played your part perfectly. Just like I told you.”

And something inside of Darius snapped. He forced himself as upright as he could get. It took much more effort than he would ever admit. And he couldn’t get his breathing steady. He hated himself for being so weak, for nearly crumbling after so few blows.

Mianu deserved better than that.

But he would not show this monster how weak he was. He would not allow himself to truly fall.

“You’ve made a big mistake,” he choked out. “Mainu’s stronger than you know. And he will show you no mercy.”

If he had hoped to intimidate his captor, he was severely disappointed.

“I don’t doubt his power,” she said smoothly. “I need it. Or have you already forgotten? I didn’t hit you in the head, you know. Though that can be arranged.”

Darius didn’t rise to the jibe. He kept fixing the mercenary with the coldest glare he could manage.

And she laughed again. “What a pathetic showing. I’m sure you think your prince is strong, but I promise you, I am more than powerful enough to handle anything he will attempt to use against me. And failing that… I hold all the cards.”

She sneered at Darius. Darius kept his expression cold and harsh. At least, he tried. He wasn’t sure if he succeeded.

Hope and fear warred inside of him. He knew that Mianu was on his way. That the prince would do everything in his power to save him. It would have been reassuring… if that hadn’t been where the danger truly lay.

If Mianu was hurt—or worse, if he actually gave in and broke his promise, if he used his magic again—it would be entirely Darius’ fault.

A part of him truly hoped that Mianu wouldn’t risk something like that. But his hopes were dashed all too soon. It wasn’t long at all before Mianu arrived.

The first sign of it was the cold. One moment, the small room was just as annoyingly warm as always. The next, the air was like ice.

The door burst open. There was a hissing sound, one that was all too familiar to Darius. And a figure stood in the doorway, a single point of brightness against a wall of shadows. Magic curled around his arm like whisps of smoke. 

A powerful voice rang across the room. A voice full of the type of fury that only royalty could truly summon.

Royalty… and a very pissed off boyfriend.

“Let. Him. Go.”

Shadows howled along with him. Darius’ heart pounded. Mianu had found them. And his power was already unleashed.

[nocturneblight]

“The Alabastina stare”

Drum roll! *DUDUDUDUDUDUDADUM!*

Alabastina Arte, Rédempteur! Here in the line and color! Ready to give you the glare of a lifetime.

Here they are! And more to be made soon! Uh, I won’t be doing a lore dump over my characters, well, maybe here and there with slight context of why they look or do the things they do BUT, if you have questions over the character just send an ask and I’ll gladly answer. I’ll answer for any of my ocs!

For now: here’s a general idea of how they’re addressed.

Name: Alabastina arte Rédempteur.

Race: None specific, Though abundant in goat and human like features, Alabastina bears no similar beginnings to them.

Age: 24

Pronouns: she/they

Favorite phrase/saying: “If they don’t like you then they could **** off”

That’s all for now folks, I’ll share more of each of my characters the more I draw them or if you’d like I’d willingly share info on them through ask.

Have a great day all of you! Remember, don’t lose faith over something not going your way in any circumstance, if I did that then I’d never get to where I am in drawing as of now. Or well… Anything as a matter of fact! It’s a struggle but it’s all worthwhile!

[doodle-stroodle]

An expansion on that idea I put out here a few days ago 😭😭 More Michelle and Willow art coming soon fs!!

I’ll do like a sketch dump in a bit bc I have so many dumb ideas it’s crazy

[lonewolfinthetardis]

A master post about my Nameless Ghoul OC, Glacier

So this is a post about my Ghoul oc, Glacier, who will be one of the main characters in my Ghost x TF2 fan fiction when/if I post it. If you're unfamiliar with the lore behind Ghost, I do explain little bits in here. Ask me if you have questions about him! --------

This also contains some headcanons of the official Ghouls. I will make a post about the Prequelle/Impera Ghouls soon. Post begins below!

Who and what is he?

Glacier is an Air Ghoul in the band Ghost, he plays the drums and does backup vocals. While Air Ghouls usually play keys in the Ghost project (the in lore name for the band), Glacier can play piano, he is however, much more gifted at the drums, resulting in two drummers being in the band instead of just one. Since I added him to the current Ghoul line up, that makes 9 instrumentalists instead of 8. Glacier is the younger brother of Cirrus, and was summoned at the same time as both her and her girlfriend, Cumulus, all three are Air Ghouls. I haven’t really figured out what his voice sounds like yet, but it’ll most likely have a soft Australian accent to it (like myself), I also imagine that he sings kinda like Hugh Jackman in "The Greatest Showman".

 I’ll quickly list off the other Ghouls: Aether, rhythm guitarist, Dewdrop, lead guitarist, Rain, bass guitar, Mountain, drums, Cirrus, keyboard/keytar, Cumulus, keyboard and backing vocals, Swiss, semi-acoustic guitar, tambourine, backing vocals, and Sunshine, vocals and tambourine.

The majority of the stuff in here is based on my headcanons mixed with the fandoms’ ones. Any other Ghouls I mention in this are actual Ghouls, not ocs.

His pack (and a small Ghost lore dump)

Pack dynamics are generally centred around one Ghoul (or human), Glacier’s pack follows Aether and Copia, since Copia is the current leader of the Church, making him Papa Emeritus IV. To people on the outside, Ghoul packs can seem like a big polycule, but it’s something much deeper than that, it’s a relationship built on fierce loyalty for their leader. Usually a pack has multiple relationships inside of it, this is the same with this pack, there are currently 6 different relationships among the pack members. Ghouls sometimes like to sleep in a “pile” (just picture a cluster of 9 vaguely humanoid figures cuddled together), the pack leader is usually at the centre of this pile. 

Appearance

He’s around 6’1, and has a nice bit of fat to him, meaning he has stretch marks on his belly, hips, and under his arms. His hair is mostly a lovely royal blue that has hints of different shade of blue in it, the rest of the hair on his head is a dark brown, he also has a short beard (pretty much just long stubble). The fur that runs across his back, chest, shoulders, and tail is the same brown as the hair on his head. His skin is a light grey, with a large smattering of freckles across his face, arms, and shoulders. His eyes are a glowing green, with the classic slit pupils. Like most Ghouls he has pointed ears that can be moved independently (like a cat, or drawing from my inspiration, the Na’vi), he also has a prehensile tail with a spaded tip, both the ears and tail are extremely expressive. He has sharp claws on both his hands and feet, and on his feet, and he has paw pads (cute). His chest, upper back, upper arms, and the base of his tail are covered in a layer of soft fur that, during the colder seasons, grows thicker and slightly longer (spring is a nightmare in the Abbey, if you have pets that shed you’ll understand). Like all Ghouls, Glacier has extremely sharp teeth and a rough, forked tongue. He also wears a few bits of jewelry: Three rings on his left hand, one on his right thumb, leather cuff bracelets, and two piercings on both of his ears. On his right arm is a sleeve tattoo, styled to look like the Japanese cloud design you see in art. This is in a light blue, almost white colour.

His horns are a bit different from the model, since I had limited resources on the website. They're black, with a grey gradient that gets lighter on each ridge. They also have glowing blue cracks towards the base of the horns (this will be explained later)

Ghoul qualities

Like all Ghouls, he is telepathic, this can be used by Ghouls to communicate when absolute silence is necessary, and is also used to communicate with any Ghoul who can’t or doesn’t feel like verbally speaking. Glacier also knows several forms of sign language, since Mountain uses it when he’s in his human appearance. Alright, so a general headcanon is that normally the Ghouls look like… well, Ghouls, but on tour or out in public they wear something called “glamour” which gives them a human appearance, but this also removes their abilities, such as telepathy. All Ghouls have their own scent, Glacier’s smells like a warm summer's day with a hint of orange. Scents are a way of telling who is a pack member, mate, or friend. As an Air Ghoul, Glacier can use Air magic, along with general spells. He has an excellent sense of smell, sight and hearing, like all Ghouls. He also has great night vision.

Bit of backstory

Glacier is bisexual and transgender, and underwent an extremely painful but worthwhile transformation, using a spell designed by a few older Quintessence Ghouls and Primo. Resulting in his horns growing and cracking, revealing a glowing blue interior. The whole transformation took a while, since some of his bones were reshaped and moved. He has top surgery scars, which like his horns, glow blue, and had magic bottom surgery basically (I won't go into detail), the transformation also swapped his body from producing estrogen to testosterone.

Personality and some likes

Glacier is a shy Ghoul, and will usually stick to the back of the pack in stressful or new situations. He’s extremely quiet when meeting new people, and can take a while to warm up to them. His stage personality is vastly different, he loves hyping up the crowd during the gap before Cirice, if he is called for. He can be a very energetic drummer, and will sometimes compete with Mountain (the other drummer) to see who can perform a certain trick. At the end of a Ritual he gives away any spare drumsticks he has, as well as collecting anything that fans have made for him or the band in general (normal end of Ritual stuff). Other than that, he enjoys stargazing, swimming, cooking, and helping out with chores or just helping around. Glacier also has ADHD, and will get overstimulated in stressful environments, resulting in a flight response.

Strengths and weaknesses

Glacier, like most Ghouls, is fiercely loyal and protective of his pack and family. This is also one of his greatest weaknesses. Glacier is also a great listener and will be there for anyone to talk to.

TF2 x Ghost

A few of you may know that I ship Glacier with Engineer, and am currently planning a few fics containing them. I won't give anything away, but I will be making a fic that explains how these two completely different universes end up coming together. A little I will give away is that Glacier and Dell are a T4T relationship, and that the start of their relationship is really cute. I shall leave you with this image

[the-lonelybarricade]

Be a Doll, Darling - Feysand Halloween

Summary: Feyre had more or less forgotten about the sex doll in her closet. It had just been a silly way for Mor to give her a laugh during a tough week. And soon enough there were other, more exciting novelties for Feyre and Mor to focus their attention on. Such as the mysterious grimoire Feyre found at a crystal shop. - Or; the fic where Feyre accidentally brings a sex doll to life, and he is very angry he's been locked in a closet for so long.

Words: 4.8k

Beta'd by the love of my life @separatist-apologist. I just think she deserves nice things, like Rhys being mean 😌

Content Warning: Extremely Dubious Consent, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex (female receiving). No feminism here, I killed her out back with the dove and my sense of pride.

Read on AO3 ⟡ Read my SFW Halloween Fic

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“You know what they say, Feyre.”

Mor perched herself proudly against the doorframe, gesturing with a wide sweep of her arms to the gift that she’d laid out on Feyre’s bed. Feyre had only been gone for all of 10 minutes—on a quick trip to the convenience store across the road for a carton of milk that she was now unconvinced they even needed. 

She stared blankly into her bedroom, grasping for a saying that could possibly relate to what Mor had gotten her.

Mor cast her eyes towards the plastered ceiling like some deity might take pity on her for having such an oblivious friend. “They say,” she drew out the vowel like it might tempt anticipation, “that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

The reminder that she was recently dumped felt too much like a gut punch for Feyre to be adequately grateful. “I don’t think this is what they meant.”

“Oh, come on.” Mor took her hand, tugging her into the room. “You said no to dating again, and no to a casual hook up, but this—”

“Is creepy,” Feyre finished.

Mor pouted. “I think he looks handsome.”

“I…” Feyre couldn’t exactly deny that. 

Laying on her bed was a naked, life-size doll. She couldn’t imagine how much something like this had cost. As someone who dedicated herself to the art of capturing the human body in paint, she could admire that the doll was… fascinatingly life-like. His brown, flawless skin looked soft—not the least bit plastic under the harsh fluorescent light. Still, something in her was unsettled as she watched Mor lean over to press her finger into his cheek, watching the tip of her finger disappear into the fake flesh. As lifelike as he was, there was something about him that was distinctly… uncanny.

Feyre decided it was the dead stare from his otherwise breathtaking violet eyes. “Mor…” she sighed. “I don’t even know what I would use this for.”

“I could think of one thing,” she answered, eyes darting to the absurdly large penis jutting out from between his legs. Feyre had purposely been avoiding looking at it too closely. She had never seen a penis that wasn’t Tamlin’s and even if this one was fake… Her face already felt too hot. 

“He has a name, you know.”

“Please don’t tell—”

“Rhysand.”

It was so, so absurd, but oily betrayal slid through her veins. It had only been a week since she had broken up with Tamlin and somehow, giving him a name made him seem far too real.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to get to know each other,” Mor said with a laugh, seeing that Feyre was effectively scandalized. She left with a pat on the back and a sultry wink, deliberately shutting the door behind her. 

Feyre didn’t want to look at the thing. But now that Mor wasn’t there to watch her, Feyre couldn’t help sliding her eyes back to him. She supposed that dolls like him were designed to be alluring. And alluring… he certainly was. She wondered if the doll had been modeled after a real person. Even if she ignored the muscular build and the large, erect cock, his face alone could mark him as the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. If there was a man who truly looked like this doll, Feyre would certainly like to meet him. 

As for the doll… the smirk on his plush lips didn’t meet his cold, utterly blank eyes. How could anyone endure that look, she wondered? Feyre thought if she actually wanted to… use him as was intended, she would need to close her eyes to pretend he wasn’t watching her like a corpse. She shivered at just the thought of it.

“You seem like a nice guy, Rhysand,” she said, sliding her arms beneath his shoulders to lift him. He was surprisingly heavy. “I promise it’s not you… it’s me.”

There was hardly any space in her closet, but she found if she pushed aside some of her coats, she could tuck him just enough into the corner that she could almost forget he was in there.

And she did. 

For nearly six months, Feyre had more or less forgotten about the sex doll in her closet. There were some spare moments when she remembered him—lonely nights where she was feeling just drunk and lonely enough to think what if… but every time she had felt tempted, she remembered the vacancy of his expression and thought better. It had just been a way for Mor to give her a laugh during a tough week. Soon even her roommate’s jokes about him were replaced by newer, more relevant embarrassments. Like how three days ago, Feyre had purchased a grimoire from a crystal shop in a graceless attempt at flirting.

She had only gone in because the man at the counter was gorgeous. And when he had asked her if she had come in for anything, she’d panicked and grabbed the first thing off the shelf. She had thought the leatherbound book was just a journal, until she had come home and had actually bothered to page through the thing.

Mor’s eyes had lit up as soon as she saw the spells and incantations scrawled inside. “We should have a seance!”

Feyre had given her a flat look. “That’s a terrible idea.”

But once Mor had made up her mind about something, there was little Feyre could say to convince her otherwise. It was how she ended up with a naked man in her closet, and it was precisely the reason why Feyre was currently sat cross-legged on the wooden panels of her bedroom floor. 

Mor sat across from her, her smooth features caressed by the flickering candlelight that surrounded them in a circle. She had read the entire grimoire from cover to cover, and now smiled with the confidence to bring down an army as she lit a stick of lavender incense.

 “To ward off bad spirits,” she explained.

Feyre nodded as though that made perfect sense, wondering why her heart was beating so fast when she didn’t even believe in ghosts.

“Take my hands.” It was a relief to feel that, for all Mor’s composure, her palms were sweaty, too. “Now repeat after me.”

Hear us East, West, South, and North

Feyre could have sworn that the flame dancing on the candles became more intense, like an inaudible drum had increased their tempo.

From any realm, we call you forth

Outside, the wind was howling. It was surely all in her own head, but she could have sworn she heard something scratching at the glass.

To this circle, we bind thee

Bid your service, then go free

And Gods, Feyre hadn’t paid any attention to Mor laying the circle of crystals and candles but now she was combing her eyes over it, hoping that it could actually contain whatever it was they were calling.

This contract from dusk to dawn

We conjure thee, anon, anon

She held her breath and the world seemed to hold it with her. Even the wind had gone quiet, listening for what might happen next. Mor was glancing around the room, brown eyes wide with anticipation, but it dulled with every passing second where nothing happened.

“We don’t have to wait here until dawn, do we?” Feyre asked. Her knees were already feeling stiff from sitting in this position for too long. 

Mor reached for the grimoire, frowning as she read over the pages again and again. “We did everything correctly.”

“Maybe the spirits are busy.” Privately, Feyre was thinking that of course it didn’t work. None of it was real. Mor was using a cheap book she had purchased from a novelty store. Feyre felt silly that her pulse was rushing from saying a few rhyming words.

“Busy doing what?”

“I don’t know… haunting things? I’m sure there’s more important things for them to do than entertain us.”

With a huff, Mor grabbed the book and climbed to her feet. “Well maybe you can use this as an excuse to return the book and talk to Tarquin again.”

Feyre took that to mean they were finished. “You’re right,” she agreed, smiling in relief. “Tarquin can ease my disappointment that there were no sexy ghosts to entertain us through the night.”

That earned a smile from her roommate, which quickly melted to horror as Feyre leaned over to blow out one of the candles.

“No!”

Smoke drifted from the pillar of wax, and that familiar scent of vapor was already filling the room. 

“Why can’t I blow them out?” Feyre asked warily, examining the other 20-something candles that were still proudly lit.

The warm lighting washed over Mor’s high cheekbones, as though its orange hue was trying to replace the color that had drained from her face. “The book says the candles need to stay lit to contain the spirit.”

“Well… there is no spirit,” Feyre reasoned. “So there’s nothing that needs to be contained, right? I can’t sleep with a bunch of lit candles in my room. Unless you can promise that the firefighter who will rescue me is going to be hot and emotionally available.”

Mor laughed, but it was forced. “Have you seen Lucien?”

“I said emotionally available.”

She raised her hands in surrender. “Fine—blow out the candles. Lucien can break some other girl’s heart tonight.”

Again, feeling so childish for letting it bother her, Feyre leaned over to blow out the remaining candles. She noticed Mor wince in the corner of her eye, which did little to curb the growing pit in her stomach. Maybe she’d been watching too many scary movies lately.

Maybe they both had. Mor looked uneasy as she tugged the sides of her cardigan closer and crossed her arms over her chest. “I feel like I need to take shower. Promise you’ll come save me if I start screaming?”

“Mor, if you scream just to scare me—”

“I would never,” she said. Feyre knew that was a lie, but at the moment her roommate looked unsettled enough that she trusted she was safe from any pranks—for now.

 “Go shower. I’ll clean this up and keep an eye out.”

At least it gave her something to do. A way to distract herself from the darkness that seemed to loom in the departure of the candlelight. She switched on the lamp at her bedside table in an effort to dispel it, but the shadows only seemed to find places to hide. Behind her drapes, under the bed…in her closet, which she didn’t recall leaving open. 

Feyre didn’t dare dwell on that thought. She merely shut the door and began gathering the candles off the floor and placing them neatly on her desk. Mor had turned the labels out when they’d been sitting in the circle, and the black wax had certainly looked menacing. But now that Feyre could see the brand, some of her anxiety eased. Yankee candles didn’t exactly scream occult, even if Mor had gotten the witches brew scent. And as Feyre plucked the crystals from the floor, she was fairly certain they were made of plastic.

Mor was just trying to scare me, she decided. Irritatingly, it had worked, but now the illusion was shattered.

After shoving everything into a drawer, she settled on her bed with an ipad to finish up sketches, listening to the wind scraping against the side of the house and the distant sound of water running. If she listened closely, she could hear Mor humming to Taylor Swift’s new album and…

And she could hear something else, too. A soft, velvet like voice that was so quiet she almost didn’t catch.

“Feyre darling…”

Her blood went cold. That was a man’s voice.

Feyre scrambled to her feet, trying to determine where it had come from. Outside? The kitchen? If she ran to look for a knife, would she be running right into danger? And Mor… Mor was in the shower. Completely defenseless.

“Feyre,” the voice called again, louder this time. Definitely inside. Every hair on her body stood on edge, and she frantically pulled out her phone to dial emergency services. Her hand was shaking as she raised the speaker to her ear.

There was no ringing. 

Her heartbeat dragged her into each excruciating second as she waited for that dial tone, but there was only silence. Only silence and her rushing, hammering pulse.

She pulled the phone away from her ear to see it had died, despite being on full charge.

“Darling, you’re not ignoring me again, are you?”

Feyre put her hand over her mouth to smother the panic clawing up her throat. Did he not know where she was? 

The closet door creaked, and Feyre watched in horror as a beautiful, naked man emerged from the darkness.

He wore a cruel smile, and his eyes lit up as they met hers. “Ah, there you are,” he said in that same deep, sensual voice. “I’ve been looking for you.”

The phone tumbled out of her hands, clattering as it smashed against the floor. He didn’t even wince at the sound. He merely kept his attention trained on Feyre, amusement twinkling in his star-kissed violet eyes.

“You’re…”

“Rhysand,” he finished, stepping into the room. Moonlight bathed his features, gleaming on his raven-black hair and brown skin. A half smile played on his lips as he theatrically bowed. “In the flesh.”

Feyre pressed her palms to her eyes and rubbed. “I must be asleep.”

The floorboards creaked under his approach. “Why are you so surprised, hmm?” he purred, circling her like a cat. “You called me here. So demanding, too. Anon, anon.”

“W-we called a spirit.”

Rhysand grinned in delight as his eyes roved over her. “Oh? And what do you think I am?”

“A doll,” she whispered, stumbling backwards until her back hit the wall. “You’re just a doll.”

“Just a doll?” he crooned, clicking his tongue. The sound settled through her body like a shot of hard liquor. “You’re going to hurt my feelings, Feyre. Is that why you’ve locked me in the closet all this time?”

“You’re not real,” she insisted.

In a single stride, Rhysand closed the distance between them. Feyre’s fingers dug into the drywall as his erection pressed against her stomach. His lips ghosted across her neck—warm and soft, just like his breath. She could feel it, fanning over her skin like he was human.

“Touch me,” he breathed. “Do I not feel real, Feyre?”

Something hot and wet slid across her throat—a tongue, followed by a set of teeth that bit down hard enough to make her cry out. His tongue returned to soothe that small hurt and, impossibly, Feyre found her cry tapering off into a moan. Found herself wondering what it might feel like if Rhysand did the same thing… lower down.

Rhysand made a low, guttural sound of approval. “You like that?”

“No,” she lied, surrendering her grip on the drywall so she could shove at his chest. 

That only encouraged Rhysand to press closer, pushing Feyre’s back harder against the wall. She hissed as he gathered both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. “You called me here to service you,” he said, wedging his knee between her legs. “And yet, for months you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“I still want nothing to do with you,” she snarled, bucking her hips in defiance of the hand that was tugging at her jeans.

Rhysand almost seemed to be enjoying the pushback, like this were all some game as his hand dived beneath the waistband of her jeans. He chuckled darkly as his fingers sought the folds of her cunt. Feyre’s cheeks burned as he withdrew his glistening fingers. “Liar,” he whispered, almost sweetly. “You’re this wet at the sight of me? You could have been riding my dick this whole time.”

Feyre opened her mouth to protest, and Rhysand used the opportunity to shove his wet fingers into her mouth, making her taste her own arousal.

“Do you taste good darling?” he asked, pressing cruelly down on her tongue so that Feyre coughed against his digits. “Be a good girl and suck it clean.”

Tears sprang to her eyes, but after a humiliating moment Feyre obeyed, hollowing her cheeks to suck on his long, thick fingers.

“So pretty, when you obey me,” he cooed, pandering to some dark, twisted part of her that reveled in the praise. Fingers still in her mouth, Rhysand brought his lips to her ear, practically kissing her lobe as he whispered, “Tonight, Feyre, I’m going to use my new, pretty doll until she begs me to let her come. And then I’m going to fuck you until your spell forces me to leave.”

Feyre whimpered as he removed his fingers from her mouth and wiped the excess off on her cheek. She watched, half in dread and half in… something else, as he expertly unbuckled her belt.

“Turn around,” he growled.

She should be running, Feyre thought. Screaming until Mor could hear it over the shower and the music. Instead, she did as she was told, blinking back tears as she faced the wall. Cold leather bit into her skin as Rhysand used her own belt to tie her hands behind her back. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, turning her back around with little more than a guiding hand on the shoulder. His eyes were so dark, swirling with heat and pleasure as he took in her flushed face and red-rimmed eyes. “Now get on your knees.”

His massive erection was still bobbing in the space between them. Feyre could only stare at the veins crawling up his long, thick shaft. It was the nicest penis she had ever seen, and part of her could help admiring it. The other, more rational half of her brain was panicking at the thought of trying to fit it into her mouth. Into any part of her body, really. 

“Kneel.” Rhysand’s voice had gone cold with authority, and one look at his face had Feyre dropping to her knees. She looked up expectantly, and was almost disappointed when no praise came. Instead Rhysand grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided his flushed head to her lips. The tip was already beaded with his arousal, which he took care to spread over her bottom lip as though it were a balm.

Feyre’s face burned, and she stared up into his smirking face hoping he could read the hatred in her eyes. If anything, it seemed that the eye contact only improved his fun.

His grip on her hair tightened, and he tapped her cheek. “Open that pretty mouth for me, Feyre.”

If she bit it off, would he even feel it, she wondered?

With a shaky breath, Feyre parted her lips, only to immediately gag as Rhysand thrusted his hips. It was too much too soon, and she spluttered as her throat started to spasm around his cock. He held her hair tightly as she tried to rear back, desperate for air.

“Shhh, relax darling. A good doll takes it.” He held his hips still as she choked on him, stroking her hair as he waited for her to adjust. 

Feyre couldn’t see past the tears blurring her vision, but she focused on breathing through her nose. Rhysand hummed once she’d regained control.

“Just like that,” he said, reaching down to brush the tears away from her cheeks. “See? Such a perfect fuck doll.”

He pushed his hips farther, seemingly determined to make her take the whole length of him. Again, Feyre’s throat began panicking at the intrusion, but with her arms behind her back and her scalp burning from how firmly Rhysand held her still, there was nothing she could do but take.

She swallowed in an effort to breathe, encouraging him even deeper. That earned Feyre a low, scraping groan that turned her body molten.

Every man who had ever touched her—and there had admittedly not been many—had always done so with tenderness, like she was a delicate, breakable thing. Now, her knees were aching from their position on the floor, and her eyes stung from a fresh round of tears, and her heart was racing like she had never felt more alive.

“Fuck, Feyre. Your mouth is perfect.” 

Once, Mor tried to teach her about pairing wine—how certain flavors compliment each other just right. Feyre didn’t think she had ever understood that concept as well as she did right then, when the tugging on her hair was paired with just the right amount of praise that any registered pain transcended into pleasure.

She moaned, actually moaned, around his cock. Her drool was starting to coat her chin and it was filthy and strange and wrong, but it was like she had traded all of those things for a hit of desire. It was racing through her bloodstream, rewiring every nerve until she was nothing more than a slave to sensation.

There was only Rhysand and how much she suddenly ached to please him.

His grip tightened. Feyre whimpered, lost to the edge of pain and pleasure as Rhysand began thrusting into her mouth in earnest. “So pretty like this,” he grunted. “Fucking made to take my cock, Feyre.”

Rhysand’s rhythm faltered, and he yanked her forward until her lips were flush against his pelvis. Feyre fought her gag reflex as she felt his erection throb, followed seconds later by a warm, salty liquid that poured down her throat.

“Swallow,” he instructed, voice warbled with pleasure. He waited until she obeyed before he pulled her off him, smirking as he watched a string of come hang from her lips to the tip of his penis. Feyre quickly angled her head to wipe her mouth against her shoulder. 

He tilted his head. “Aren’t you going to thank me for the midnight snack?”

“I… I didn’t know that you could do that,” she whispered, voice little more than rasp.

Rhysand stroked her hair, looking extremely pleased with himself. “ I can do much more than that, Feyre. Allow me to prove it to you.”

He didn’t wait for an answer before he used her belted hands to haul Feyre to her feet. Feyre already sensed what was coming next as he walked her to the bed, and she could no longer say it was fear thrumming in her veins as Rhysand pushed her onto her stomach.

Feyre let him pose her, obedient just like the doll he wanted as he tugged off her clothes and raised her bare ass into the air. She was so wet she could feel how it coated the inside of her thighs.

Rhysand wasted no time in taking her just like that. There was no slow thrusting to help her accommodate to his size—and she understood why. She was a doll, and dolls weren’t fucked for her pleasure, they were fucked for his.

She gasped into the covers as he stretched her open, forcing her to take it all as he held her down with a single hand on the wrists tied at her back.

“Is this how you like to be fucked, Feyre?” he asked roughly.

Ferye tried to answer, tried to reach for words that could possibly explain this strange haze of desire and passion and hatred and self-loathing. Yes, got stuck in her throat, but so did no. Neither of them quite described the pleasure that clawed relentlessly up her spine. And how could she speak around the breath he forcefully expelled from her lungs with every decadent, brutal thrust? 

She was only capable of whining and hoping that he could decipher what that meant.

Rhysand kissed her along her throat. “Don’t worry, darling,” he panted. “I know what you need. Fuck dolls need to be filled, don’t they? Just like this.”

Full. That was a perfect way to describe it. She felt so, so perfectly full. Is this what she could have felt like the whole time?

She was suddenly hoisted up by a hand in her hair, forcing her to arch her back. The angle allowed Rhysand impossibly deeper, until he was hitting a spot that had her legs shaking. He turned her head, every muscle in her body so strained, so tight, so under his control as he pressed his lips to hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth, seizing control there, too, and Feyre had never felt so weightless.

“My beautiful Feyre,” he whispered, letting her taste every syllable. “You love this, don’t you? Like your body knows it’s mine.”

He punctuated that thought with another thrust that had her vision turning white.

“Do you want to come, darling?” he purred, like he was so generous for asking. “You have to say it.”

She whined in response, because she wanted too much to give voice to.

He clicked his tongue, biting her bottom lip in reprimand. That only sent her further towards the edge, especially when accompanied by the hand that was suddenly between her legs, rubbing against her clit in rhythm to his savage pace.

“Beg for it,” he said, eyes bright and burning as they watched her struggle for words.

“Please,” she managed with a sob. “Please, Rhys—ah-and, please let me come.”

This time, Rhysand was the one who whined. “Say it again.”

“Plea—”

“No,” he interrupted harshly. “Say my name.”

“Rhys—” she was cut off with a gasp as Rhysand smothered her mouth with his own, circling her clit with a vigor that had her trembling in his arms. His tongue sampled every sound that tried to escape her throat, swallowing her moans of pleasure as her body tightened.

Her pleasure rose to an unsustainable height—until it bordered pain, until it bordered freedom. She was crying as she shattered into fractals of starlight, and Rhysand kept her moving through it. Kissing her like her lips were the only thing that tethered him to this plane of existence.

Until he broke away to murmur, “Again.”

At first, she thought he meant his name. But those fingers were still moving—too fast— against her clit. Feyre shook her head, a fresh wave of tears springing to her eyes. “I can’t.”

He smiled, cruel and beautiful enough that she knew he was going to prove her wrong. “My pretty little doll is going to come as many times as I say she will. So again, Feyre.”

Releasing her hair, Rhys let her fall face-first back onto the bed so he could redouble his efforts. He kept her legs spread open with his thighs, holding her pinned so tightly in place that she couldn't squirm away as he circled her clit again and again and again.

“You’re going to come on my cock as many times as I want you to,” he growled.

Feyre sobbed into the sheets, twitching from overstimulation as her body was forced to accept every stab of pleasure. He dragged her towards the edge faster this time, still riding off the pleasure of her last high.

She clenched painfully tight around him.

“Again.”

“Rhysand,” she begged.

“Who do you belong to?” he snarled.

“You.”

That answer seemed to change something in him. Rhysand’s pace became slower, less punishing. She could have collapsed from the relief. “That’s right Feyre,” he said, stroking a hand over her spine. “You belong to me.”

She felt him unfasten the belt at her wrists, and then he was flipping her onto her back.

Those eyes were softer than before, and when he kissed her it was sweet, gentle.

“I belong to you, too,” he whispered, tucking his face into her collarbone and he re-entered her this way. Pleasure ebbed like a wave over that shore of pain, and this time when she went over, Rhysand went too.

It felt like touching starlight. Hot and bright and burning.

When she opened her eyes, he was staring at her with open reverence. “Thank you for summoning me.” He kissed her forehead. “Do me a favor and ride my face every once in a while.”

Feyre laughed, collapsing against the bed as she struggled to regain her breath. “I’m pretty sure the spell said your contract lasts until dawn.”

His answering grin was fiendish. 

Feyre buried her face in his neck, noting that he smelled like the witches brew candle. Sea salt and citrus and lavender. She smiled at the thought, grateful she’d kept everything she needed for the spell in her room. She had a feeling she would be returning to that page in the grimoire again… and again… and—

“Again.”

[digiblueslush]

Hello everybody!

My names Rory, and I’m back on tumblr for the bajillionth time and rebranding for the bajillionth time (seriously why did I ever leave in the first place, I love yall)

Anyways… here’s my whole spiel about who I am, what I do, etc.

^^^ where I post from lolz. Anyways, here are the basic stats

Name/what y’all can call me - Rory, Cyber Rory, idk anything else just not any of my old names if you know them

Age - 19

God what else do you put in these OH OMG

Pronouns - irl they/them, online they/it (and ask about neos if interested)

Sexuality/gender identity - i identify as bisexual, abrosexual, and gender-fluid (please do not use he/him or she/her even if I say I feel more masculine/feminine, they/them is always preferred)

What’s my deal - I’m an artist! Previously I never really posted my own stuff, but now I want to start doing that. Obviously I’ll still repost things I like, but it’s not gonna be my whole page lolz. I started taking my art more seriously since I switched my major from marine bio to a double major in art and psych (physics and chem are too hard) I’m currently not in school (I had to withdraw during the middle of my first semester due to mental health issues, but I’m going back this fall! So excited!!)

What kind of art? - glad you asked. Im really into Frutiger aero and cybercore at the moment, so that’s what I usually base my art around, but I really don’t have one set style/“aesthetic” in my art. I go in between Frutiger aero, cybercore, y2k, scene, mizuiro, and basically anything else that I can sneak the color blue in

Other fun things about me

Music I’m into - I don’t mean to be one of those “oh I’m into everything” kind of people, as it’s not fully true, but it’s true like 90% of the time. My favorite genres right now are metal core, emo, whatever Ayesha erotica, millionaires, and slayyyter are, and ambient instrumentals (more specifically cybercore ambience and the little big planet soundtrack) I will not listen to most country, and pop music is very hit or miss, but other than that I usually like everything else. Specific bands I’m into include bad omens, mcr, motionless in white, spiritbox, and pierce the veil

Shows/Animes I’m into - hot take but I really don’t like to watch tv *gasp* I know I know, but it’s so hard for me to start new shows and keep watching them, especially if episodes are longer than 20-30 mins. Even with anime I have a hard time watching shows that I wasn’t into over a year ago. I’m really into JJK, Haikyuu, Yuri on Ice (rip), the aquatope on white sands, and tbhk

Other things I’m into - just gonna dump them all here lolz. Blues clues, Winnie the Pooh, stuffed animals (NOT squishmallows, hot take sorry) deltarune/undertale, sally face, Fran bow, project sekai (forgot to put vocaloid in music lolz), and the ds and Wii era Nintendo

ALMOST DONE

I’ll be setting up either a card or a link tree hopefully soon, but I’m also on TikTok (regretfully) and instagram, both are @/cyber.rory13 if y’all are interested. Eventually I hope to open up commissions and/or a sticker and print shop, but for now I’m waiting til I have more traction on my socials as shops cost money, and I’ve been unemployed since October (starting work in may tho!) so I don’t want to make that investment quite yet. Commissions however, I’m open to the idea of them, so if you are interested feel free to message me and we can talk about details there (they will have to be digital or traditional transferred to digital). And finally, the moment like one of y’all has been waiting for, some of my actual art!

Digital

Traditional

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, my page is a safe place and feel free to reblog really engage anyway if you’d like to be mutuals! Slay queen!!

[corviisquire]

gimme all the lore :D

oooooooo lore time :DDD

Disclaimer: this is original story that’s still being workshopped and created so lore may/will change in the future!

Lore undercut :b

Here’s some links to fun lore:

https://www.tumblr.com/corviisquire/741458762379968512/massive-ranne-story-lore-dump-bc-i-hit-art-block

https://www.tumblr.com/corviisquire/746575533922500608/ranne-lore-two-different-types-of-languages-one

https://www.tumblr.com/corviisquire/747064714301947904/4-10-and-11-for-the-ask-game

https://www.tumblr.com/corviisquire/747760763943419904/oc-asks-yeaaaa-okay-red-blue-and-disco

https://www.tumblr.com/corviisquire/746893524825407489/thinking-about-ranne-my-beloved-lore-lorelei

Okay, I guess to start off is describing Ranne’s world a little bit. Geography is fun and I’m sure in the future I’ll do environmental paintings and maps a such. There’s two spheres in the world (it’ll have a name I promise). Sort of like the lands between but instead of there being other places outside of the lands between, this area is the only area. It’s fuckin’ huge, lets out it that way. There are plentiful human civilizations across the world but there pretty much spread part. They’re small in relative to what happens in the god sphere. God sphere is fuckin huge as well. Idk why I wrote this like I was gonna write some long ass essay.

This post explains it pretty well.

Ranne is the god of winter and birds. They fuckin tall. I had a size chart idk where it went.

Milborough is the god of autumn and rot. Find him in the tags.

Lorelei is the goddess of spring and flowers. She evil and also in the tags.

Cymbeline is the god of summer and insects and has been drawn like twice. They will be work shopped soon.

Punicae is the goddess of pomegranates and fertility. In tags.

Sir Dianthus Carnation is also in tags.

Idk if I missed anyone.

[glitchyvoice]

Hello everyone!! This is gonna be the text dump version of my intro post, this'll be updated once I have the carrd ready.

Looking for my post-game cotl references?? Don't worry!! You can still find those here

Shamura's temple refs here

And if there's other references you need, feel free to ask!! More than likely I'll go hunt them down for you.

My name is Glitchy. I am 19, genderfaun, polyam, and aroace. (sex repulsed.) I use any pronouns except for she/her. (including neopronouns!! go wild!!)

I am a British American artist and writer living in the US. Commissions are not currently open, (except for friends n moots) but I plan on opening them soon. (In the meantime, if you'd like to donate, here's my KoFi!!)

The fic I'm currently working on is Fate's Twine!! Feel free to check it out if you're into cotl!! (I'll add more info about it on the carrd.)

Note - If you're (somehow) here from Scattered Stardust, it's on hiatus currently. Not stopping it, but it might be a while before I get back to writing it.

Tags:

#glitchyvoices his (dumb) thoughts - text post/ramble tag

#glitchydoodles - art tag!! i put all my art here

#glitchycritters - oc posts

#glitchyanswers - for when i answer asks

#glitchysaves - my save tag. just a random collection of refs for personal use and posts i found funny enough to save

Link to my Twitch

Boundaries and fandom lists under the cut!!

MY BOUNDARIES

Proshippers, just block me. If you interact I’ll just block you and move on with my day, thanks.

Do NOT repost my art and claim it as your own. (Reblogging is NOT reposting!! Reblogging is appreciated and helps support me!! Reblog as you wish!!)

Do NOT put my art or fics through any ai programs. (Yes, this includes character ai!!) I don’t care what it’s for, I don’t want ai scraping my stuff.

You may use my art as a pfp as long as the account you are using it for is non-profit and you credit me.

Asks and DMs are open! Send whatever you like, with a few boundaries:

NO NSFW content. I am sex repulsed and that stuff makes me uncomfortable. If you send it, I will block you. Suggestive content and jokes are okay. (If you are an adult, obviously.) Not sure if something is suggestive or NSFW? Ask me! I won’t be upset with you for just asking, I promise.

Don’t advertise in my asks or dms, that’s weird.

If I don’t know you and you send me a link, I will assume you are a bot and block you.

Don’t ask me to proofread my fics, the answer will always be no.

Don’t come into my asks or dms critiquing my art or writing. If I don’t specifically say the words “Hey can you critique this?” then I don’t want it.

Want to tag me in a post you think I’ll like? Go for it! Just, again, don’t tag me in anything NSFW, thanks.

Want to make art of my designs or characters? Go for it! Please tag me so I can see it! (You’ll genuinely make like my entire week)

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MY FANDOMS

This is mostly just a dump list of anything I can remember I like. I'll add to it as I remember more.

CURRENT MAIN HYPERFIXATION: COTL

Other fandoms I enjoy:

Animal Crossing

Billie Bust Up

Cookie Run Kingdom

Dayshift at Freddy's

Detroit: Become Human

Don't Starve/Don't Starve Together

ENA

Five Nights At Freddy's

Fran Bow

Generation Loss

Hollow Knight

Homestuck

Honkai: Star Rail

Indigo Park

Inscryption

JRWI Riptide [No spoilers, please!]

Kagerou Project

Life is Strange

Little Misfortune

Little Nightmares

Madoka Magica

Night In The Woods

Omori

Ooblets

Pokemon

Portal

Sally Face

Sky COTL

Splatoon [No Side Order spoilers, please]

Stardew Valley

The Amazing Digital Circus

The Bunny Graveyard

The Legend of Zelda

The Stanley Parable

The Walten Files

Undertale/Deltarune

Welcome Home

Your Turn to Die

Into something that’s not on this list? Shoot me an ask about it! I love hearing about new fandoms and just listening to people talk about their interests in general. More than likely I’ll end up looking into it. (Or I'll already know about it and just forgot to add it to the list)

[hedgaroo]

Hi I have a Ko-fi with commissions! I forgot to add that the chibi drawings are cheaper

But here is the link if you’d like a commission! I’ll probably do an art dump soon so you can see what else I can do, but also you can see on my Ko-fi! 😎👉👉

[ihave1braincell]

Okay but why does the “sigma alpha wolf” dude have so much potential for a good OC???

Like, imagine wolf dude actually has schizophrenia, bipolar, psychosis, or some other hallucination inducing disorder???

Me and a friend were joking around. I was pretending to be the alpha wolf guy and she was my “kitten.”

…it ended up progressing to necrophilia and cannibalism. I’m actually here for it, though!

Now making art of this new found character of mine, Jacob 😓😓

—I’m getting into his story. Everything is fairly vague and just a summary of his lore, there’s still murder, gore, running away, delusions, hallucinations, necrophilia, cannibalism, and suicide—

Basically he deemed himself to be a red wolf alpha. He believed it with his whole heart, too. Recently, he found out that the red wolf population was growing after near extinction. He knew his role. He knew (had a delusion) that he was placed with his human parents so his species would be farther from extinction.

Now that red wolves were under protection and were growing… he knew it was him time to go. He ran away from his home, and started making his way to the red wolf reservation in Ohio. (He lives in Organ btw)

He was caught by the police, though. He believed his human girlfriend (“kitten”) was the one who reported him to the police and betrayed him. (He actually has no girlfriend that was another delusion)

When he was safely at home, he almost immediately suck out again. He went to his kitten’s house. (Remember, he has no “kitten.” This is just a poor random woman’s house (her husband was coincidentally away))

What follows next are taken directly from the joke messages between me and my friend:

“‘K-KITTEN??? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?? I THOUGHT WE WERE 4LIFERS!!’

‘WE-‘

‘WE WATCHED SKIBIDI TOILET TOGETHER, SANG THE SONG, DRANK GRIMACE SHAKES TOGETHER, ETC!!’

‘THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!’

*alpha me scratches you and you die*

‘W-WAIT, NO KITTEN!! I DIDNT MEAN TO! WAKE UP!! PLEASE!! NO!!!!! MY OHIO LEVEL THREE GYAT ONE TWO BUCKLE MY SHOE LIGHTSKIN STARE KITTEN!!’

‘NOOOOOOOOOOO!!’

‘IM SO SORRY!!!! WAKE UP, PLEASE!!’

‘… i hurt my kitten, the one i swore to protect no matter the cost. i'm so sorry kitten. daddy loves you.’”

The next message is very long and detailed so I’ll summarize it.

Alpha guy apologizes and kisses kitten “one last time”

Although this was meant to be a goodbye kiss, he can’t seem to stop. He looks at the cut his claws made (stab wound) and then looks at his paws (hands.) It felt so weird. Her blood on him and his fur (small strands of hair) on her body.

They were one… why did he do this? She was his other half, and he just killed her! Maybe… maybe this lust he felt for her dead corpse was his subconscious trying to regain its missing half…

*long story short he fucks the corpse*

He cleaned himself up, wanting to cry but that would be very un-alpha of him. He felt as empty as before. His half still wasn’t with her. Then… he got an idea. A way he could always be with his kitten.

He started slowly eating the corpse. Saying things like “don’t worry, kitten. We’ll be one soon.”

Of course, he threw up barely mid-way through. He tried eating his own vomit back up, then tried to proceed eating, but he just kept throwing up. He also knew that if he waited too long, he would have to take a dump. But at the same time… he was willing to eat his own shit to have his kitten inside him.

He ended up trying that idea, and guess what? He kept throwing up. He was already half-dead from food poisoning, and he finished himself off out of despair.

As he faded away into whatever you think is the aftermath of death, he looked at her face. The thing he was going to eat last. It was a face that wasn’t his kittens.

[bvannn]

Weekly Update March 15, 2024

Something is wrong with me today, but I’m not sure what. I’m keeping an eye on what I suspect it may be, although it’s more likely a sleep related problem. I’ll try to get to bed early tonight. I did a good amount of artstuffs this week, though.

First real significant thing I did this week was record a bunch of melodies for songs and covers. I’m getting somewhere on the main cover I’m working on, and I’ll be tweaking the vocals hopefully soon and possibly posting a WIP once they’re acceptable. I think I will need to chop up the wav file and add effects only to specific notes to add more bite, since vocaloid seems to not really be able to do that. That’s fine I’m a smart person sometimes I can get around it.

Other instrumental songs are going well too. Made good progress on an old Zelda medley/cover I’d been working on, and another instrumental character theme has a good outline. I’ll try to really push for them soon, and once I get the Zelda one done I’ll poke at mechanical license websites to see how bad pricing is and see what songs are even available. The vocal cover should be, since it’s from a mainstream band, but I don’t know if video game music will be available, we’ll see. I might also go in for more recording tonight to see if a bit of movement/exercise would help whatever physical problem I’m having today.

I also have been having awful insomnia, which I’ve been using the time to try chipping away at lyrics for the two ‘vocal’ songs I’m done with otherwise. I’m sitting down and doing one section per session, so with any luck I can get those done soon too.

Drawings are also going well enough. I’m getting weirdly self conscious about my art, since I haven’t really seen a lot of growth in interaction on any of the sites I post to except here. Thank you guys for sticking with me! I’m trying to pull myself together to do more small drawings, so you guys have a bit more to look at for now, although I also have been chipping away at that comic still. I need to write/thumbnail 2 more scenes and edit, then I should be good to make actual pages.

Aside from the initial pitch comic I’m thinking about the outlines for the rest of the stories a bit more now. I get anxious when I get insomnia so I’ve been trying to just write in general, so I can at least be productive with the time, and that’s included lyric stuff, TTRPG stuff, and a lot of OC story stuff. I’m always afraid to lore dump on here unless I’m explicitly asked, for fear of coming off as annoying, but all things considered people seem to like the posts that include lore a bit better so my fear is probably unfounded. Perhaps I will do more on my own, but if you ever really want lore never be afraid to send an ask. I also tag the names of my reoccurring OCs so people can search my blog for them if they want to see more of any specific character.

Also speaking of writing, am still chipping away at an Anime Campaign/Epithet TTRPG game. I put up a poll on the epithet subreddit, which was a cleverly disguised way to gauge interest in an epithet pre-written campaign, since people are more likely to interact with a poll than to upvote a post. There were fourty something people who responded, almost unanimously positively. I might throw another one up there to see how many would actually be interested in DMing, but if feedback comes back positive I might turn what I’ve been working on into a prewritten module for others to run as well. That’d also be a fun writing project, which will be nice because writing is lower effort and lets me rest more, and rest is what I think I need right now.

Good amount of stuff got done this week despite me being in generally poor health. I will try to get better. Focusing on more writing stuff with smaller drawings like headshots will try to be the focus for next week.