#they were so wrong for thisssssssss

[storge]

One Room Angel (2023)

[officehrs]

i had a dream about r that felt so real. 😔 VERY long post excuse me ,, if u read, feel free to analyze or tell me to shut up fkfnkfnfd

i dont remember anything about how it started but the first thing that really happened was that i was on a site on my laptop in his class, solving some sort of "riddle",,,, i read it to myself aloud very quietly trying to process it, when r came up from behind me and whispered a small fragment of the sentence into my ear so breathily and slowly?? like "hmmmm [breathes] how how how [breathes] do we do thisssssssss" ... i mocked the gesture back to him when he was done (bc admittedly it WAS super weird for him) as he sat down. its important to note he acted cold towards me in a way, and seemed really different.

he asked me "so, what is it youre doinggg", the same way he said stuff before. i read to him the context of the question on the site and he understood somehow. immediately, he pulled out his phone (which was an older black samsung instead of his iphone??) and began typing an email with all the answers and an explanation. while he did, i subconsciously leaned myself against his shoulder and his whole left arm, before he began to adjust his shoulder as if to shake me off. i sat in the back of my chair, slightly saddened by his gesture, but i didnt want to push boundaries.

it only took 10 seconds and when i checked my email, it was at least 6 pages worth of text. i was super confused as to how he typed so fast!! but he didnt really say anything about it. i scrolled to the end and found he wrote about "forgiving" (idk what to call it, i didnt do anything bad HFKFJFJF) something i had done in real life, hence why this dream felt so real. he gave me an extra assignment in the email and wrote it on a white board on the wall, with a smiley face next to it 🥺 i didnt notice it until later though

i dont remember the context but HE STARTED BRUSHING MY HAIR?? it seemed like he didnt think anything of it, so in my head i was like 😳oh my god ,,, AND I WAS THINKING OF POSTING ABOUT IT ASAP ON MY ACCOUNT GJFBFNF it felt incredible and i didnt want him to stop, and he didnt for some time ,, he played with my hair a little and kept brushing bffnndn and he said stuff while he brushed in that same breathy tone and it made me Lose My Mind

then, he stopped and some stuff happened idk but i sat back down at my usual desk,, he had put a movie up on the big smartboard at the front of the class, and somehow sent us a multi-pic instagram post to look at, which was a quote from some revolutionary about going against our oppressor (🧍NDNDNDMDM) ,, i found some problematic part at the very end, which at this time he walked past my seat, walking around the class as usual. i subconsciously looked to be in deep speculation, and i felt him look down at me, and my screen?? but i didnt look up, as he seemed to be breathing in the same kind of deprived tone as before. he was still walking, though very slowly. it was somehow quiet in the class except for the movie, so his footsteps boomed throughout. somewhere at this time is where i noticed the smiley face on the board, and thought it was very sweet!!

then, the final bell rang for the day. everyone got up, including me and r. i grabbed a black acoustic guitar he just had on display in his class, and went to the cafeteria, waiting for my ride to get here (which i dont do irl?? anyway) ,, on my way there, in the hallways people were talking about the movie they watched in class, and some people were sad they missed out on seeing the insta post ,, i noted it in my head, and i kept on my way to the cafeteria.

i made it there, and found a corner to stand in. the whole place was kinda packed?? i guess it was bc some teacher/staff person was giving a speech right as i was walking into the cafeteria. he said, verbatim, "he said 'im just gonna get a whole fuckton of money and then save it all' and now look at him! hes dead! that motherfucker is dead because he didnt know how to save his shit!" which i found very weird, of course. everyone was quiet during this, and it may have been out of shock too. i was most particularly shocked by the fact that a bunch of staff was lines up near this lecturer, but didnt twitch or bat an eye at all. like they were ok with this???? something very different from irl

when the little rant ended, everyone went back to talking to each other. i began quietly playing the guitar, as i had no one to speak to, even though i did know the person i stood next to. the people who stood around me stopped talking after a few seconds, most of them watching me. unintelligibly, the person i knew asked "you play the sgrhgsuejfk?",, i assumed they had said "guitar" and after careful contemplation for like 10 seconds, i said yes. they didnt reply, so i kept playing as they watched.

some person to the left of me, standing kinda far started annoyingly asking questions towards us. they wouldnt stop, and started targeting people to ask their dumb and strange questions to. i quit playing and walked right up to their face, saying repeatedly "if you're gonna harass anyone, let it be me. why dont you harass me instead? go ahead, ask whatever. harass me, not them." i dont think they were genuinely harassing people post-dream, but thats how i felt and thats how i stated it anyway. after 10 seconds of shouting at them, the person started asking me the question, and as i was about to answer, i looked down at my phone (which read 7:50) and said "i gotta go anyway" ,, i needed to return r's guitar back to his class, so i left the cafeteria, with the person i knew following me, i think.

the hallways seemed much different. i was looking around for r's classroom, confused, and it seemed to become a maze of sorts of unlabelled, windowless doors. instead of looking for his classroom, instarted looking for r himself, wandering around. and i found him!! but he gave me a cold glance as he looked behind himself before closing the door he just opened. as a result, i went to a door parallel, across the hallway. i opened it and it lead to a dark, dimly lit hallway full of several other doors. i was very disoriented, and kept going through random doors. i found r again several times, only for him to enter through another passage of doors, coldly. eventually i found my way out of the maze, and the person i knew reappeared to the right of me, talking to me. we conversed about our day, as i tried to figure out how to get to r's classroom. the school seemed to have a different layout, one that was continuous, unfamiliar, and yet i felt as if i had a sense of direction. the person didnt comment on it, only they followed me wherever i went. we went up and down floors, made it back to the cafeteria, and as we were going up again to try to find his classroom (realizing we went the wrong way) the dream ended.

this was very strange 🧍

[ticklish-sprout]

Amp-leaf-ication - Platonic DLAMPR

Trigger warning: Sympathetic!Slimey Boi & Trash Goblin

Words: 1,966

“Patton,” Logan began evenly, “what is that?”

“You know!” Patton finished attaching the final sprig of mistletoe to the ceiling with a bright grin. He stumbled on his way off the ladder and giggled nervously. “You’re smart like that!”

Virgil eyed the plant wearily from his spot on the couch before throwing his hands in the air. “Nope, I’m done. I’m going to bed for a few weeks. Goodbye.”

“No, Virgil!” The fatherly Side gently grabbed his arm to stop him from walking away. “These are gonna mean something different!” He clapped his hands and jumped for joy. “I made a few changes to the rules this year!”

“What changes?” he asked.

“If two people get caught under the mistletoe, they have to tickle each other until one of them falls down!” Patton looked innocent on the surface, but on the inside he was cackling madly. He was a genius. “They’re all over the house, and you-“

Roman poked his head in. “Someone say mistletoe?”

“You want us to engage in a childish tickle fight instead of the normal tradition of kissing the other person during the holiday season...for what purpose?” Logan crossed his arms. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to understand things to have fun!” Patton put on his best puppydog eyes and fluttered his eyelashes cutely. “Please?”

He huffed, shaking his head. “I will not be participating.” He turned on his heel to leave.

“I put mistletoe in the doorway to your room!”

Logan slowly turned back around. “You’re evil. I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“Spoilsport.” Roman immediately ran underneath the sprig and smirked. “Who shall challenge me to a battle to the death?”

“Meeeeeeeee!” Patton threw himself at the prince, latching onto his sides and squeezing rapidly.

“Is thahahahat all you got?” he choked out through his deep chuckles. He began tickling Patton’s neck and threw him into giggles as well as the two of them fought to get the upper hand. “Surrender!”

Virgil blushed and turned away while Logan just shook his head. 

---

Nothing ended up happening for the next few hours. Patton and Roman had called a tie when they both fell over at the same time, and things were quiet once again. Everyone was on guard.

Oh wait, Virgil was underneath the mistletoe in the kitchen. He wasn’t even doing anything, he was just standing there as if he were waiting for something. 

Roman hummed to himself, making his way over to the cabinet to grab a jar of Crofter’s from Logan’s secret stash behind the coffee beans that he had found completely on accident. After getting his jar and a spoon he went to leave before seeing his favorite emo practically asking for it. He slowly set the jam on the counter for safe-keeping and tiptoed over. “Boo,” he whispered.

“Eee!” Virgil squealed partially out of surprise but also because he may or may not have adorably sensitive ears. “I hate you!”

“Do you?” he cooed. “Look up.”

He followed to where his finger pointed and his eyes widened. “N-no. I was never here, got it? You can’t-“

“I can and I shall!” Roman’s hands dove underneath his shirt to tickle his bare stomach with no mercy. “Coochie coochie coo!”

“SHIT!” Virgil immediately burst into bright cackles, legs wobbling. “PRIHIHIHIHINCEY! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

He smiled fondly and nodded. “Princey, yes! I am slaying the emo dragon with my bare hands! I don’t even have to use my sword!” A few pokes to his belly button finally sent him to the ground, tears pricking in his eyes. “Victory!”

“Ihihihihi hahahate yohohohohou.” He covered his torso as he shakily rose to his feet once again.

“Please, like you didn’t love it! You were waiting for it and you didn’t even try to get me back!” Roman pointed out. “Thought I was too much of a fool to notice?”

Virgil’s face turned scarlet as he growled dangerously. “Who said I wouldn’t get you back?”

He stared at him for about five seconds before whispering, “try me, idiot.” 

“En garde!” He ignored all protests of cheating thrown at him and sought revenge to the fullest.

---

Logan was bound to slip up eventually, even he knew that. What he didn’t know was that it would happen so soon. He went to his room to grab a book or two only for someone’s arms to wrap around his waist firmly. “Patton.” He didn’t need to look to know.

“Hi!” Patton spun him around to boop his nose. “Boop! Now we gotta follow the rules!”

“Rules?” Then he realized. “No, I forfeit. Remember?”

He shook his head and tsked softly, fingers walking up his sides. “You can’t forfeit this! Just be glad it was me who caught you and not one of the others!”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Why is that good news? You’re the most ruthless.”

“Awwww! I’m flattered, but you’re forgetting a couple certain someones!” Patton giggled, pointing down the hall. “Our precious outcasts have caught wind of my little game!” Janus shrieked somewhere in the distance as if on cue. “And it looks like one was caught!”

He pressed his lips into a thin line. “That doesn’t change anything.”

“I can always drag Remus in to help me!” He narrowed his eyes dangerously. 

“You never said that there could be multiple ticklers in this silly game of yours. That is rule-changing.” Logan stepped forward as if to challenge him.

“I never said there COULDN’T, either!” Patton stepped back despite himself, nervousness pooling in his gut. “Lo? N-new rule, only one ler allowed. Okay?”

He inclined his head in acknowledgement and turned him around to hug him from behind, smirking against his hair. “You truly want to play this game? Fine, I shall oblige and follow your rules.”

“LooooooOHOHOHOHOHO!” He howled, squirming and laughing at the soft kisses and nibbles placed on his reddening ears. “THAHAHAHAHAT’S NOT WHAT I MEHEHEHEHEANT! STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He couldn’t even throw himself to the floor to save himself from how tightly he was being held and tortured. “I GIHIHIHIHIVE!”

Logan pretended not to hear him, scooping him up bridal-style and walking into the kitchen. “Virgil.” 

“Sup.” Virgil was straddling Janus, who was pinned on his stomach and cackling from the horrible back-tickling. “Wanna help?”

“No thank you, I have all I need already.” He was just nuzzling his victim’s neck now, Patton giggling wildly. 

“Your loss.” He glanced down at the squirming mess underneath him. “Oh, I forgot you were there.”

---

Operation: Wreck Logan was put into action effective immediately. He may have avoided getting tickled for several days by always being on guard and sleeping in weird hiding places, but his luck was going to run out fast. It wasn’t fair that everyone besides him got tickled to death. Remus had tried where Patton had failed, also ending up beaten. But now he had his reinforcements.

“Foul play!” Logan shouted. An indifferent Virgil came out of the laundry room with the teacher thrown over his shoulder haphazardly and pounding on his back. “I demand that you put me down this instant so I may finish with the clothes!”

Patton, Roman, Janus, and Remus were waiting in the living room with the most evil smiles Virgil had ever seen, making him shiver despite them not being directed towards him. “Special delivery, you guys. Where should I put him?”

“I called dibs!” Remus announced, making grabby hands. “Give him to me, I’ll get him started and the rest of you can join!”

“This is cheating!” Logan cried as he was plucked from his hold. “You said only one tickler!”

Patton giggled behind his hand. “Did I? I’m afraid I don’t remember that!” Janus smirked at him and flicked his tongue, tasting/smelling the blatant lie. “Just sit back and relax, yeah? You’re in good hands.”

He did find himself relaxing despite himself after hearing his tone soften towards him, closing his eyes. “Traitorous, icky hands,” he snarked with no real bite. 

“Who are you calling icky, dork? You didn’t seem to find me very icky when you had the nerve to attack me!” Remus grinned evilly. “Speaking of nerves, have you-“

“I’d rather get this over with, if you don’t mind.” Logan had accepted his fate. “Go on.”

“You’re no fun!” He shrugged, untucking his shirt from his pants and motioning first Patton to pull off his shoes and socks, exposing his death spot to the cold air. “Whatever. Where shall I start on you? I’ll let you choose.”

He cleared his throat and glanced away. “I-I have no real preference.”

“You’re taking too long.” Virgil shoved him aside and shot his hands into Logan’s underarms. “I’m all for anticipation, but this is getting ridiculous.”

Remus let out an offended gasp. “You stole my dibs! I’ll get you for that later!” He joined in on the fun and began teasingly counting his ribs slowly, pressing into each bone. “Onnnnnnne! Twooooooo! Threeeeee!”

“Ohohohohoho gohohohod!” Logan shook his head and flushed pink, embarrassed to be letting loose in front of the others like this. “Nohohohoho!”

“No?” Patton rested his fingernails on the sensitive skin underneath his toes, already making him giggle-snort. “Fair is fair, Lo! Don’t act like you don’t deserve every. Single. Bit.” His tone darkened with each word until he was grinning evilly. “Tickle tickle!” 

Game over, man.

He screeched and tried to sit up and grab any hands he could reach, only for Janus to lift his arms over his head. “JAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!”

“That’s totally my name. You were wrong Patton, this isn’t fun at all,” Janus hissed. “You are absolutely not adorable like thisssssssss.” He summoned the other four arms belonging to him, thinking about how he could use them. He ended up squeezing up and down his sides and vibrating thumbs into the protruding hipbones, sending their favorite nerd into a frenzy. “Do keep thrashing like that, it isn’t hard to hold you.”

Logan didn’t listen (or maybe he couldn’t hear him). “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He screamed in laughter and yanked hard on his trapped arms, especially when Roman jumped in to plant a raspberry right on his belly button. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his face felt like it was on fire, and the whole time he had a huge, genuine smile. It almost hurt, but all he could feel was the tickling. It wasn’t as horrible as he expected, actually. He needed to do this more often. His laugh went silent within seconds and he was only able to wheeze quietly.

“Lo?” Patton poked his hot face. “We stopped, you don’t have to keep laughing!”

Virgil pulled his hood over his head, tightening the strings. “Cute.”

“Whahahahahat?” Logan looked down to see that they had all backed off to leave him in a pile of his remaining giggles, his entire frame shaking. “Cahahahan’t hehehehehelp ihihihit.”

“Hydrate yourself, Dewey Decimated!” Roman conjured a bottle of water and helped raise it to his trembling lips. “That’s good, take small sips. There we go.” He set the bottle next to him to rub his back gently. “Are you going to survive?”

He nodded. “Yehehes, but I must admit I am quite exhausted. I shall retire to my room for the evening.”

“Sure, see you tomorrow!” He waved happily, then turned to the others. “We’re all dead, guys. Start packing.”

---

The war waged on for many more days until Patton took down the mistletoe once December 26th hit, effectively ending the game he had created. However, the plant appeared again only an hour later with no explanation as to how or why. Patton began grilling everyone for information.

“I swear I took it down! You saw me, right? Logan?” He landed on his knees. “Please say you did! I’m going crazy!”

Logan just smiled into his Crofter’s. 

[secret-engima]

Little Nox!Fluff because I can't stop thinking about it. If Nox can't be found with his usual minders (Ardyn, Regis, the Chocobros etc.) he can be found following Titus around like a duckling, or riding around on his shoulders because the Captain is a sucker and *NO* Ulric you can't hold him he's *MY* bby princeling. This does not help with the glaives calling Nox the Captain's kid, like, at all

Thisssssssss. All of thisssss.

-I have this HILARIOUS mental image now of Titus being saddled with babysitting BEFORE Nox was revealed to anyone so like- Titus comes to work one day with something tucked under one arm and goes straight to his office, so the glaives assume he’s in a bad mood, but then later through the closed door they hear- giggling? Is that GIGGLING? And so one of them makes an excuse to go into the office to like- deliver a report or something and Titus looks up, his usual stoic self, and the glaive glances around and sees nothing unusual but as he’s putting the report down and turning to leave he hears a faint scrabbling from under the Captain’s desk. Captain sighs when there’s a muffled thump and a whimper and he rolls his chair back, ignoring the glaive in favor of peaking under his desk and going, “What did I just warn you about?”

-And the glaive stares in AWE as this smol child crawls out, holding his head and sniffling and Titus just- instinctively scoops the child up to sooth him and the glaive’s BRAIN IS MELTING. Then Titus looks at the Glaive with Death in his eyes and growls, “This doesn’t leave the Kingsglaive,” and the glaive nods and rushes out to tell the others that CAPTAIN HAS A SECRET KID. THE KIDDO IS THE CUTEST THING. BUT ALSO KIDDO HAS ARRA BEADS CAPTAIN MARRIED AN ARRA WHY WERE WE NOT INFORMED????

-Even well after Nox is revealed to be an LC and not actually Captain’s kid, the two are seen together so often they just- reflexively call Nox “Captain’s Kid”. It’s not like they’re entirely wrong XD. What with the way Nox trails after him like a happy duckling, or rides on his shoulders, or takes a crayon to his reports, or-.

[wizardtowizard-blog]

Asvjakr misread your post anyways tell me about your wolfstar hcs maybe I'll adopt them

No worries at all! I ALWAYS love receiving other people’s headcanons, so SEND ME AS MANY AS YOU LIKE! I’ll probably have an essay to write about all of them because I think way too much about these good good romance boys. Alright, so here we go, a couple Wolfstar headcanons:

Sirius was the first person to realize Remus was a werewolf because he spent so much time ~*noticing*~ Remus’s schedule habits in second year.

Sirius cooks. Remus is banned from even looking at the stove the wrong way.

It’s fairly difficult to make Remus give a full on belly laugh, but Sirius strives EVERY SINGLE DAY to achieve one, because Remus will get weak at the knees and snort a little as he stabilizes himself on a nearby sturdy surface.

The second biggest fight James and Sirius ever got in was later renamed The Love Potion Incident. (The first biggest was the Ill Advised Prank Sirius pulled on Snape, obvi.) James snuck some of the potion Sirius was brewing for class and slipped it into Remus’s drink. Remus was giddy and all over Sirius, who ended up having to fight him off. Sirius was stuck babysitting him until the effects of the potion wore off. When Remus realized what happened, he spent the next week avoiding Sirius (because he was afraid he said something too embarrassing or that Sirius was repulsed by him and because he knew that some of the stuff he said wasn’t the potion talking). Sirius really laid into James, assuming Remus felt too awkward to be his friend anymore. Also, it sucked having to babysit his crush and resist those Werewolfy Wiles, even if they were artificial.

Side note… Why the FUCK does Hogwarts teach their students how to brew a goddamned Love Potion? Someone needs to teach wizards about consent. Anyway, moving on.

Remus is the little spoon~!

Anyway, I have a bunch more, but I’m gonna leave it here for now.

I’d still be thrilled to receive anyone’s headcanons in my inbox and to answer any questions about my own headcanons. I loooooooove thisssssssss~!

[shostakobitchh]

"He realized the first time she hurt herself and he felt like HE had hurt HIMSELF that she was really his kid." omg THISSSSSSSSS is why I'm obsessed with red sorrow like that connection between Ariel and Snape is so real, kudos to you the emotions in this story are so strong they are tangible and thats great writing, its seriously first time a fanfic made me get teary. If you could show us this incident it would make my lifeeee

It went without sayingthat his daughter was much more excited to start term than Severus was. 

There was an incrediblyrambunctious three-year-old squealing under the table as Severus reached downto grab her. She’d been bouncing off the walls all morning, and seemed to beenjoying this never-ending game of cat and mouse. They were due to leave in an hour, and Ariel was making it infinitely more difficult to pack and organize themselves before moving shop to Hogwarts for the next year. He was completelyexhausted – Severus couldn’t recall ever feeling this tired, ever. Ariel hadcontracted the dark flu the week before term began, and between taking care of asick newly three-year-old, pack, finish paperwork, and write a syllabus foreach year, he was thoroughly drained.

“Ariel,” Severus liftedthe squirming toddler into his lap. “enough.”

She giggled and patted hischeeks with her hands. “Nuh uh, Daddy!”

He grabbed her tiny wristsand curled his lip. “Wrong. It’s ‘yes daddy, I’ll stopcontributing to your migraine.’” 

Ariel threw her head backand laughed, swinging down from his lap. He moved to grab her, determined toput her in a Body Bind and leave her on the couch until it was time to leave,but she dove under the chair and disappeared down the hallway. 

Her door opened andslammed shut three times – his head felt like it was ballooning, ready tofloat off his shoulders. 

“By god.” Severus buriedhis face in his hands. “she’s going to be the death of me.”

The door slammed again,and then he heard her scream.

It was followed by anotherlong wail, but by that point, Severus was already halfway down the hallway, hisheart beating wildly against his windpipe. He could feel his brain light up,like two ends of a chord had connected – there was a pulse thrumming throughhis entire body that bordered on painful. 

Ariel was still screamingwhen he burst into the room – he found her halfway behind the door, pale andtrembling. He knelt down and pulled her into his lap, unable to say anything as he looked her over, unsheathing his wand to run a Diagnostic. 

She was cradling her one of her hands against her chest, weeping loudly as Severus gently tried to pry it away so he could inspect it. 

“Let me see, child.” Severus managed to strangle out. 

Ariel shook her head and buried her face against his robes. He gingerly lifted her arm, holding it so that he could clearly look at her hand. It was red and swollen – he quickly cast an Anti-Inflammatory Charm on it. She yelped as his fingers lightly smoothed over hers. 

“What in Merlin’s name did you do?” Severus asked in a quiet, steadier voice. 

“Got caught,” was all he managed to make out. 

“You slammed your fingers in between the door?” he asked, frowning. 

Ariel whimpered and nodded.

“How on earth…?” Severusmuttered. “I told you to stop acting like a bafoon.”

“M’not a baboon.” shesniffled. 

“I did not call you a typeof primate – only that you were acting like a little dunderhead.” 

Thatmade her cry harder – Severus inwardly cursed himself and lifted her into hisarms as he stood, gently rocking her as he carried her back to the kitchen. He felt more awake than he had in days, but somehow, he felt even worse. His chest was burning, his heart still hammering away. The girl had slammed her fingers in her bedroom door and Severus felt like he’d jumped from the roof and hit the pavement face-first. 

The girl was definitely his – he’d only felt this terrible a handful of times, and the girl would be fine in a matter of minutes. By lunchtime she’d have forgotten about the incident altogether. Not Severus, though – he’d hear that scream in his dreams tonight, and fell his phantom-fingers throb alongside them. 

After another ten minutes of sobbing, Ariel finally looked up at him, her dark eyes blinking blearily at him. It was still bizarre to see a copy of his own on Lily-face. 

“Have you recovered?” Severus quirked an eyebrow. He’d spelled a mild pain potion into her stomach a minute or so ago, and the Anti-Inflammatory charm had done its job well. 

Ariel nodded against him. 

“Don’t do that again.” Severus rumbled. “You scared the living daylights out of me.” 

“M’sorry.” she let her unharmed hand pat his shoulder, and he felt his heart squeeze uncomfortably. 

“I’m sure you are.” He sighed into her hair. “Your fingers certainly are.”

“You’re shaking, Daddy.”

Severus blinked down at her, and then, to his hands, which were wrapped securely around her. They looked like they were twitching more than trembling, but he wouldn’t have noticed if Ariel hadn’t pointed it out. He couldn’t feel much of anything right now. 

He tucked her under his chin, and willed her pain to ebb, and for his to consume hers, because it was so much more bearable compared to hearing her suffer again. 

[thisisthebeatofmyblog]

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