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What if vampires have terrible cold tolerance? (Elves sleep because I said so.)

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vampire sandwich

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hm hm hm much to think about.

Bloodweave doodles!

Astarion hasn't had the opportunity to explore or indulge his own tastes before. Very inspired by @zigraves fics especially this one! (18+)

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I remember years ago I saw a fan art of Gabriel and Beelzebub and I laughed out loud at how ridiculous of a crack-ship it was.

Well well well…how the turn tables…

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💀💀

aziraphale and crowley try to perform the tiniest most unobservable fraction of a miracle together and they end up producing a massive burst of power so astonishing in scope that it sets off alarm bells in heaven where it can be seen as an enormous purple beam and radiates with a force twenty-five times the energy needed to raise someone from the dead. we’re told only an archangel could perform an act of such earth-shaking consequence which again is the result of them trying to exert their abilities in the subtlest way possible so can you imagine what they’re going to be like in bed? talk about the second coming. in this essay i will

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Crowley's hearing "I can finally make you good enough to deserve Heaven"

but Aziraphale's saying "I can finally make Heaven good enough to deserve you"

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I’ll be honest, the first 6 minutes of season 2 make me almost as emotional as the last 10.

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I love the scene in pride and prejudice 2005 where Elizabeth is running for her life from the Darcy estate and Darcy catches up with her right before she can escape but I would kill for another perspective shot of Darcy because you don’t actually get to see Darcy run after her, but you can hear his footsteps on the stairs and then he’s suddenly there in the frame striding up to her and I just know that man flew down those steps. Elizabeth had the entire full staircase head start, Darcy no where in sight, then you can suddenly hear him tearing down the stairs in a span of like two seconds max which tells me he was absolutely leaping down those stairs like four steps at time just to catch up with her. absolute insanity.

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maybe this got away from the original request a little bit, but i just couldn’t fight the idea. sorry anon i just feel that cormac so WOULD

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Kate and Anthony Week - Day 1.

Prompt: "Jealousy and all it's cousins"

19th September, 1817.

It was supposed to be a gift for her husband.

Kate herself had never been particularly interested in the opera - it was all theatrics and arias. Kate had always been a great lover of music, but frankly if she wanted to sit in a darkened room for three hours and listen to somebody squalling, she had two perfectly noisy infants waiting for her at home.

No, operas were more Anthony's sort of thing. And it being his birthday, she couldn't very well deny his request to take in the latest production of Così fan tutte on Drury Lane, especially as it was a particular favourite of his.

Why, they hadn't been out since before Miles was born, he had said. He wanted to spend time with his wife, he had said.

Ha. Wife. It was almost funny.

Riding back to Bridgerton House in their carriage, Kate made sure to sit as far away from her husband as was physically possible. He wouldn't look at her, his face turned to the window, but she could still see his reflection the glass and it was clear he was trying, and failing, to smother a grin.

Anger flared in her, and it flushed her skin.

"What, pray tell, is so funny?" she asked, calmly.

That just about broke him. The damnable man keeled forward in his seat, letting out a bellowing laugh that shook the entire carriage. Kate folded her arms across her chest; and damn it, she knew it probably made her look petulant and her breasts were still swollen and too sore to be crushed like this, but she couldn't help it. Uncrossing her arms would leave her too vulnerable, and as a woman still trying to get used to her post-pregnancy body, she already felt vulnerable enough.

"Oh, god, Kate!" He wheezed, "I'm so sorry! You must admit, it's-..." he guffawed again, barely able to get the words out, "... oh god, it is rather funny. I thought you were going to kill her."

Funny?

"Kill her? No. Although I might still kill you." Her iciness only seemed to spur him on. It was like he couldn't stop himself. He was laughing so hard, she genuinely thought he might make himself sick.

Ordinarily, she loved arguing with Anthony. She loved the passion and the fury of it all. But this felt different.

It wasn’t bad enough that their evening had started out with a heavy spattering of rain, but halfway through the first intermission of Cosi fan tutte, (somewhere between Alfonso gloating and the sisters crying), Anthony had left her alone in their box to retrieve a glass of claret. He had taken rather longer than usual, and when she popped her head out of the door, she caught him in the hallway, chatting amiably to the most beautiful-looking, brightly-adorned woman she had ever seen. A lady of the night.

And this woman - this ladybird - had looked up at Kate's husband like he was the most fascinating man in the world. She had smiled at him. And worse, this woman had the sort of waistline that Kate had never been able to aspire to, even before birthing two children.

Kate had not been mollified to learn that this woman - this Donna Bianca - had been an old acquaintance of her husband's; a souvenir from his rakish youth.

"I just can't believe you're jealous. Oh Kate, you have no idea. This is rich. I haven't laughed this hard in years."

"Yes," she said dryly, "I'd gathered."

"Oh, don't be like that." he sidled up close to her, his mouth dangerously close to her ear. "After all this time, I can't believe you get jealous. You certainly know how to boost a man's self esteem." He pressed the lightest of kisses to the side of her neck. "My Kate. My wife. As if there could ever be anyone else."

"Don't." she leaned out of his reach. She was embarrassed to realise that she was perilously close to tears. "You can save your kisses for Donna Bianca."

"You can't seriously think..." she heard, rather than saw, him pause for a moment. His hand touched her face. "Kate, look at me."

"I can't."

His voice was deadly seriously now, all trace of amusement gone. "Look at me, Kate."

He turned her head, his silk gloves feeling cool against her overheated face. He searched her eyes. "Oh god, Kate. Please don't cry. Don't cry, my love."

He placed soft kisses on her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. Wiping away a tear, she realised.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have teased you." another kiss. He is mouth travelled down her face, closer and closer to her lips. "The idea that I could ever be with anyone else, you don't see how absurd it is, do you? You're everything to me. You know you're everything to me."

His kisses were soft and despite herself, Kate felt herself relax into his embrace. He kissed her properly then, his fingers in her hair, his mouth moving gently, almost as if he was scared he would startle her.

After a moment, she felt herself being pulled into his lap. He stopped kissing her then, burying his face into her hair.

He sighed, his words were little more than warm breath against her neck.

"From the moment I was dunked in the Serpentine, there was never anyone else." he whispered, "I thought you knew that. I am yours, completely."

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REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches

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self care is reading smutty, fluffy, kinky, angsty fanfiction every night after a long day of not being able to read smutty, fluffy, kinky, angsty fanfiction

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Not Famous But Lovely Indie Pop Songs Spotify Playlist

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happy bday to the guy with the comebacks

(based on x)

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Note: An weird attempt to make this scene in DH1 more canon compliant. Slight angst.

‘Stupid dress’.

It’s the annoying tone in her voice that makes Harry stop on the first floor landing on his way downstairs. He knows that tone; it’s the same one Ginny used when she would complain about a spell she couldn’t make work for Charms despite being her favourite class.

Harry remembers showering her face with small kisses (then neck, then shoulder) until she giggled and relaxed and picked up again her Charms textbook, resolved to get the spell right (‘You do give me the best incentive, Harry’, she would say, eyes sparkling, and Harry would gladly wait for the congratulations kiss when she would accomplish the spell).

That annoying tone fills him with longing.

Her door is slightly opened. He peeks inside before he can control himself and his breath is caught immediately. Ginny has her back to the door, already wearing the golden dress she will wear for the wedding - a long light dress that seems to highlight her curves in a way Harry is sure he never appreciated before -, but the dress is not closed yet. Harry should note her fingers trying to close the buttons, but his attention is fixed on the tone of her skin, on the freckles he didn’t know she had there, in the line of her spine and in the way he wants to trace her back, wants to see her shivering under his touch -

‘Are you going to just stand there or will you help me?’

He jumps, embarrassed, at the sound of Ginny's voice and tries to get his imagination away from the scene where, instead of closing her dress, Ginny is letting it slide down her hips and then -

‘Harry?’

He blinks again, finding Ginny looking at him through the full body mirror in the room he didn’t remember seeing there the day before - the day he had entered her room for the first time and she had kissed him as if there was no tomorrow…

Which could as well be his case. This thought washes him over like a cold rain.

‘Sure’, he says, more in control now. Nothing can happen between them; he promised Ron and he promised himself.

So he enters her room, taking the short steps until he is behind her, keeping his eyes on the buttons he is supposed to close. Closing them is easy; trying not to touch her skin while he does is a lot harder.

‘I thought you will be down already’, Ginny whispers.

‘On my way. I was about to drink my Polyjuice Potion when - when I saw you’.

‘Oh, ready to become cousin Barney?’, she asks, a teasing tone that he welcomes. ‘Well, I will miss Harry Potter’. His hands stop, and Harry wonders if he should say something, because he doesn’t really think she is talking just about his appearance. But then Ginny adds: ‘You know, there are already too many Weasleys in the world’.

‘And you are getting another today’, he replies, forcing his voice to sound steady.

‘Well, better more than less’, she shrugs. Harry finishes the last button but he doesn’t move, his fingers itching to touch her neck, her bare shoulders; his gaze finds hers in the mirror. ‘Doesn’t it feel weird? Marrying in the middle of a war?’

‘It may be now or never’, Harry says. Something flickers in her eyes.

‘Is that why they are together? Desperation?’

Harry doesn’t think about Bill and Fleur and neither does Ginny, he believes. ‘No. I think they just love each other and don’t want to be apart’.

‘It must be nice when things are that simple’.

‘It must’, he agrees, not minding to sound wistful.

Ginny sighs.

She turns and Harry takes a step back not because he doesn’t want to be near her, but because he wants to fully appreciate her in that golden dress. Ginny is beautiful as always, the flaming red in her hair complimenting the dress, her face with a soft makeup he didn’t saw often on her but it makes her eyes glow, impossible to not want to melt into them, and her lips are glistening with an invitation Harry doesn’t want to refuse.

But the sunlight reflects on her dress, making it sparkle softly and its gleam would be enough to demand his attention - then Harry’s eyes are drawn to the neckline of her dress. Under a thin layer of veil, he can see her cleavage, the top curve of her breast, and his mouth is dry. Months of dreaming with her come to his mind and Harry suddenly realizes reality may be better.

‘Ginny -’, he whispers, because the only right thing he could say is her name. He feels paralyzed not out of fear, but of indecision - there are so many things he wants to tell her and to do that he can’t choose one.

‘Harry’, she repeats in the same tone, but unlike him, Harry thinks Ginny knows exactly what she wants to do.

Ginny takes a step in his direction, and then she stops as a sound breaks the silence of the room. ‘Morning’.

Ginny looks away just as Harry turns around. There is George on the door, a bandage still covering his head.

‘Mum was asking for you upstairs, Ginny. Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything’, he says, a smirk in his lips that tells Harry that George knows exactly what he interrupted.

‘I will be going. Thanks for your help, Harry’, Ginny says, again sounding as if nothing happened between them. Harry envies her for that.

‘Yeah, thanks Harry for his help’.

‘Shut up, George’, she says, throwing her brother a look that makes him stop smiling.

George doesn’t move when Ginny vanishes in the stairs, so Harry is forced to pass by him to leave the room.

‘So -’, George begins, and Harry expects him to joke about, but George looks just thoughtful. ‘Is everything alright?’

Harry blinks, without answering, and drinks his Polyjuice Potion. Cousin Barney sounds a lot easier to be than Harry Potter at the moment.

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Hawke and Poppy in the garden 🖤

Characters from From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L Armentrout

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Canon

One-shots

No Comparison

The Platform

The Incident in the Library

Snaps

But I Do Love You

That Elusive Aha Moment

The Juggernaut Factor

Head Boy

The Twelve Hours James Did Not Ask Out Lily

A Wizard Walks Into A Bar

And Her Hair Was Red

Once Upon a Goat

The Waiting Room

Hello

The Early Morning Toast Brigade

Saturday

Practicality

Her Realization

Under the Bed

To Outsmart a Nitwit

Chances

That Potter Boy

Bliss

Subtle Perspectives

DevilMayCare

Last Dance

Bye, Bye, Goodbye

1978

The Hogwarts Soft Core Erotica Business

The Intoxication of the Shrew

He Wasn’t All Bad

Conversation in C Minor

Kiss Booth

To Live Nobly

Dung Detention

Love is blind

Have you hugged your James Potter today?

On The Ice

Multi-chaptered

Quiet Summer 

The Life and Times

Letters

Commentarius

All Right, Evans?

Haggis from Algernon

Penmanship Smitten

The White Album

Meet the Mother

The Marauders’ Companion

The Curtain Call

Summer Magic

Drabble Me This

One of Them

Love and Other Tragedies

AU

One-shots

To Live Nobly

Firelight Waltz

Textbooks, Time Scarves, and Tea

Alive

Just Fine

Just Stay Here Tonight

And the Wolves All Cry

Heroes

The Flip Side

Multi-chaptered

Never Going Back Again

Tyranny’s Disease

Petal in the Rain

The Chronicles of Captain Craptastic*

The Girl in the Looking Glass*

The Roguish James Potter and a Diabolical Plan*

Say When*

It Always Starts in Cokeworth*

Authors

cgner

CokeBottleK

GhostOfBambi 

HeyLookTheSnitch

jamespotterthefirst

jamesstruttingpotter

jamesthestagwhore

Jewels5 

monroeslittle

october31st1981

Procrastinator-starting2moro

Queen Nightingale 

Wilhelmina Willoughby