#that's medium length..

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

4k fic isn't long it's medium length at most like what are you talking about what are you talking ABOOOUUUTTT

[thatbuddie]

in the spirit of spreading excitement and joy: buddie fic writers, please reblog this post and use the tags to talk about what fic ideas or goals you’re hoping to write and publish in the next few months!!! <3

[sydneytheforestqueer]

curly haired Scott

That's it that's the post

[spaceyfeline]

[coughing up blood] i just think they're neat,

[ghost-facess]

inspired by @bitchface24-7 's post,

as I'm a "the boys" fan, I love Jensen's look in the show and now I've been introduced to supernatural I can't stop thinking about older man!dean and late teen!/young adult! sammy together

also dean having that hot american soldier boy voice cause I looove it

they go together so well mmmmmm

I just know he'd fuck sam so good

• last year of highschool sam who meets dean at a motel some friday nights where dean is just a romantic and then it devolves into hot, dirty sex

• OH OH sam egging him on - “you really fuck like an old man.” and dean fucking that brattiness out of him. “what was that bitch?” dean spits and grips sam's shaggy hair, not caring if it really hurt and speeds up his thrusts, sam focusing on heavy balls slapping against him, which turns him on even further.

• maybe dean letting go of his grasp in sam's hair and then just as sam rests his head down, he's suprised by dean wrapping his thick hand around sam's throat. squeezing and dean bends down, “now you listen to me, you whore.....”

• dean pays for the stay and asks to treat him to a fancy meal next weekend with which sam happily accepts.

[winxngasks]

This is something I've always been curious about, especially with seeing all the different interpretations other people have when it comes to their Musa art or redesign. I'm curious to hear what you all think!

[rustingpaw]

Clangen OCs - BALLAD OF SONGCLAN

been feeling a bit silly so i decided to start a clangen run ,,, i might make a comic based off of the ingame events but updates will be slow, and the release dates will be inconsistent

ALLEGIANCES DOWN BELOW :

LEADER: Riverstar (short furred gray dark rosetted cat, he/him)

DEPUTY: Peatheart (short furred white cat, he/him)

MED CAT: Mintnose (long furred dark ginger rosetted cat, she/her)

WARRIORS:

Scartail (short furred black tabby cat, he/him)

Iceblaze (short furred silver tabby cat, he/him)

Barleyfoot (medium furred golden smoke cat, she/her)

Midgeclaw (medium furred dark ginger speckled cat, she/her)

APPRENTICES:

QUEENS:

ELDERS:

KITS:

[sitp-recs]

hi liv darling! do you have any medium length cozy fics! some cozy self-discovery fics would be great rn🫶🫶 thank you

Hi anon! Love me some cozy Drarry, I haven’t read fic lately but I know that’s where I’ll go when I’m ready to go back ♥️ I hope you enjoy these!

Warm Together by strawberryrose (T, 15k)

Eight months in the life of Harry Potter, Professor of Defence at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as he gets to know his newest colleague and navigates his youngest son’s first year at school.

Bridges by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 16k)

Harry and Draco are on a trip to Budapest to help with Kingsley's re-election, but that's the boring bit. More interesting: Harry Potter is changing his Tinder preferences to include men.

Passion Cake by ICMezzo (T, 19k)

It’s all about desire. (Harry orders a magically enhanced cake from a chic London bakery, and from there it all goes to hell in a cake tin. Also, will someone please tell Harry what Passion Cake is?)

Save My Wonders by sdk (E, 21k)

Immediately chocolate assaulted Draco's senses. Warm melted chocolate mixed with his mother's roses and... something else. Something new. Freshly scrubbed skin and maybe a faint sheen of sweat. It was so familiar... And it only intensified when Potter came up behind him.

Nice Things by aideomai (M, 22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

Doing the Lambeth Walk by @blamebrampton (T, 26k)

There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works.

Faint Indirections by ignatiustrout (E, 30k)

Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expects to turn up in Boston, Massachussetts. But now he's here, and he won't stop requesting books from the library where Harry works.

On Our Way by evils (E, 30k)

Draco is trying to spend the summer keeping his head down, but a repair project and a certain snowy owl have other plans for him.

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (E, 33k)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 (T, 38k)

Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends.

Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch (T, 43k)

The problem with living with another insomniac is, eventually, they find out you’re one, too. When Harry and Draco return for their eighth year, they think they’ll see very little of each other. Then McGonagall assigns them to room together. And the castle starts breaking. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

[boyneptunee]

wip, 1.6k, tomarry, seer!Harry, time travel

(or) Harry is a point between very observant and very tired with life. Oh, and he keeps accidentally predicting the Future (chaos ensues).

"...and you are absolutely, completely, utterly sure that you have no Seer blood in you."

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Malfoy, God's be good! Yes! Yes, I am sure." When he saw the blond's lips move to open again, he added: "Asking again will not change my answer, shut your mouth."

"But Harry, what if someone down the line was a bast–"

"Continue that sentence and the next time you're walking drunk and trip over your robes I will let you fall to your death in the Moving Stairs." He spat. "Go on."

"How... how did you know! I didn't tell anyone it happened!" The godsmacked look on Abraxas face did something funny to his insides, a thought between a laugh and dispair at this silly blond boy who had simply been too drunk and couldn't look behind him to notice Harry had been following him the entire time that night to make sure he got back to his dorm and safe to his bed.

He didn't comment.

Abraxas groaned in an untimely, entirely inelegant way.

"You must be the devil. I get why Tom likes you so much."

Harry made a funny face, feeling conflicted. He didn't need to know exactly how much Tom Riddle liked him. He had enough at one glance, thank you very much.

Things had gone to shit one fine Tuesday afternoon when Falco Lestrange had almost killed all his Slytherin and Ravenclaw peers in a Potions Classroom.

The boy had been distracted, stealing glances across the tables and admiring the way the light hit the hair of a pretty Ravenclaw witch, where it cascaded in lustrous curls down her back to reach her waist. Her dark skin shone in the afternoon sunlight, and Falco was thinking of the best ways he could present his courting gifts, possibly in the Courtyard surrounded by white flowers, assuming they be received—.

His hand slipped, and instead of stirring his potion twelve times clockwise after simmering for twelve minutes, he stirred only eleven before he picked the Angel's Trumpet flower just after adding the last uneven cut pieces of Bloodroot.

His hand was about to let go of the flower with distracted movements when another, smaller, colder, closed around it.

He was startled out of his trance and he let out a grunt of discomfort as the cold hand closed more firmly around his, and that noise attracted the attention of his classmates.

When he followed the hand up an arm and up a body he found Evans face attached to it, black and white curls bouncing as the owner tilted his head towards him.

Before he could pull away in disgust, the boy hissed at him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Are you trying to kill yourself? Kill us?"

He stared uncomprehending at the boy before him, their hands still clasped.

When Slughorn hurried over, yellow robes flowing and catching on the corners of the adjacent tables, he took one look at the putrid color of the potion, another back at the cutting board where the uneven pieces sat inconspicuous and a last one at the flower crushed in between their hands, before he waved his wand dramatically over Falco's unfinished potion and vanished it to the void without further ado. His big blue eyes were open wide, a struck expression graced his round face.

"You almost killed us all!" He exclaimed, as flamboyantly as usual, despite the gravity of the situation. "One touch of a whole petal in the potion and the explotion would have taken us all out! And if not, the fumes from the poisonous plant would have done us in!" Evans had finally let go of his hand, green eyes hard. "This is a NEWT level class! Mistakes like this are ground for expulsion Mr. Lestrange!"

Falco's mouth opened and closed, no explanation gracing his lips.

"If I may, Professor" the blasted boy at his side dared to utter "I think it was an honest mistake." He cast a glance at Falco, venomous green eyes piercing him down to his soul. The boy flinched. "We can't all be potion prodigies. Specially when our mind is not in the classroom, and instead it's down in the Courtyard."

Falco turned incredulous eyes at him.

 

And that was that. It was the day the rumour started.

Harry Evans, the fucking seer of the House Slytherin.

(What they didn't know was that Harry had been sitting in one of the windowstills facing the courtyard with his sketchbook in hand when Falco Lestrange had walked in, hand in hand with a Ravenclaw. Harry didn't know her name, but could guess from the way Lestrange's eyes darted from side to side and nervously fixed his hair every few seconds that she was his betrothed, or was about to be. Harry guessed the later, or else the lad wouldn't be so anxious to be in her presence.

The boy seemed to catalog every nook and cranny of the inside yard, from the vines creeping up the walls and the statues, to the fountain drizzling water in the middle, to the few students sat scattered around.

He was thinking about it, Harry knew. His hands kept twitching towards the lapels on his robes, only to move out of the way at the very last moment.

Ah.

The proposal was to be carried out at a later time, it seemed.

He sketched them like that, standing side by side and smiling shily at each other with blushes high up their faces.)

It was not the only instance, sadly.

There was that one time, when one of the more damaged, older moving stairs had graced the path of the sixth year Slytherins on their way back to the Dungeons and Harry had simply taken one look at it, remembered the disgraceful fall he'd had on his fourth year where his leg had been trapped up to his hip and commented loudly from the back of the group:

"I wouldn't step on the second to last step, if I were you." He had nightmares about being trapped there as the old staircase moved and disappeared to wherever it went to when it was not in use.

But as things were, here he was a new student of questionable origins and no name to himself to back his claims, and every Slytherin simply dismissed him as if it had been an annoying insect buzzing by and not a wizard speaking.

Until, one of the boys walked to the second to last step, and his leg fell right through.

"Told ya" he muttered to himself, as he waved around the crowd and jumped the last couple of steps, not looking back.

Or that one time Harry had slapped the tart out of Orion's hand when he had been about to take a bite.

"Don't!" He had said.

And that was that.

(For the next long hours, the majority of the population of Hogwarts had been in line seeking treatment in the Hospital Wing for a horrible stomach bug.)

(Not Orion though.)

Or that time when Harry had predicted that Greengrass would fail her Care of Magical Creatures practical exam, looking at her with sorrowful eyes.

Or when he correctly gave books and trinkets and supplements to people before they even knew they needed them.

"I have an iron deficiency!" One student muttered excitedly at another. "Evans gave me booster the other day and recommended I speak to the Matron! And he was right!"

"One time I failed a Transfigurations essay and before I could tell anyone about it he approached my table in the library and dropped a whole stack of books. Said they might be of help!"

Or that one time with the tea leaves—.

By the time Harry stopped a Hufflepuff fourth year from being impaled to death by a stray broom free falling from unknown heights and close enough to the outside walls of the castle to not be noticed before it was too late, Tom Riddle had taken to watching the boy from the shadows, dark blue eyes following his every movement.

He moved around life as if it was a dance to be had, coming close to other people and pulling back in a symphony only known to him. The skips and turns of his steps unpredictable, sometimes even brisk but non the less graceful, when he seemed to go one way but change directions at a moments notice, something dark passing through his green eyes.

He looked at situations backwards and from a distance, head tilted in a curious way before his green eyes lit with recognition and he could, to a point, predict entire scenes just from one glance.

The way he looked at people, haunted and knowing and compassionate, like he knew each and every secret lodged in their souls.

Like he knew Tom's secrets too.

The first night after the feast, Harry Evans had stared long and hard at Tom from across the Common Room, green eyes unreadable and face not betraying anything. It had been going on for twenty minutes straight, seemly not noticing the other students stares, before furrowing his brows and quietly nodding to himself.

Tom had dismissed him after that, thinking the boy had probably noticed the hierarchy of the snakes and deemed Tom on top of the food chain.

But strange things seemed to happen around him. More importantly, didn't seem to happen.

He had an uncanny ability to predict the future, it seemed.

The rumours started and spread around Hogwarts like wildfire.

Slughorn was a terrible gossip, and even the portraits learned of Harry's careful consideration of the world.

It was not without consequences.

This beautiful, beautiful boy could be an asset.

It didn't help that he was pretty, with his wide green eyes and honey colored complexion. His curls where mostly black, except where they were not. White had steadily but surely been taking over the parts on the back of his neck, and the hairs framing his face. Tom often wondered if it was intentional, or if he'd had it since birth.

Tom wanted him for himself.

And another man wanted him gone.

(OR) we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands on AO3 (68k, 10/13 chapters, seer!Harry, fluff and angst, teenage drama, friendships, Harry gets adopted like three times in a row).

[redwayfarers]

Beautiful boy

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Thinking about what the runtime for The Tortured Poets Department might be.

[benedictive-shaman]

I maintain the stance that if Limbus wasn't a gacha game that Ishmael would have gotten a character development haircut™ after Canto 5.

[daftpatience]

if u get a package with cat hair on or in it im sourry he just loves you and wants to share

[whamber]

Gwaine ur so sexy but ur hair is so hard to draw

[murdersexgrl]

Extremely epic shot

We got medium hair length Pete Steele

Actual infant Sal Abruscato

Extremely cunty ciggy Josh Silver

Baby girl Kenny

at the great New York institution (Nathan's)

[tinycheesecakedetective]

Opulent Cheese Cookie

Golden Cheese arrives fashionably late as the final ancient in this collection! In this AU her name is Opulent Cheese Cookie, and like Dark Cacao before her she was difficult to get nailed down. But I'm glad she came out alright.

With her finished, I can now say that the beasts are complete. Now I 'll have the difficult challenge of trying to work out new designs for characters that technically don't exist yet. Silent Salt is going to run me over like a tractor. Expect some time for that to start, though. As always, transparents and alts below! Thank you all so much for the support for this project!