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bamsara · 2 years

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Oo oo oooh number 7?

Drunk! Reader x DCA (Moon Centric) Set Post-Fire / DCA is living with Reader. May contain slight spoilers for Solar Lunacy ARC 3.

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NOTE: This one was HIGHLY requested by several people omg. This one-shot is leaning more romantic, contains drinking and suggestive humor. Moon is caring for a drunken reader. Wordcount: 3,700+

It started out as a friendly invite from a couple of classmates, a few who's names you remember and some others that you'd hardly recall their faces, but you all faced the same hellish finals together, neck deep in studying and deadlines that the lack of aqqauintance with them didn't so much as matter as the mutual understanding that college was hell, and final exams were the metaphorical boss battle you all had to face against.

You pass by the skin of your teeth. Between what was happening outside of classes and your own habit of procastinating, you were close to calling it quits for the semester. But Sun was helpful going over the material for you, and Moon kept you from being distracted, so you pass. Barely, and you're already stressed to the nines, but it's enough.

So when your classmate messages the class's group chat (much to the proffessor's charigin) about a group outing at a local bar to celebrate, you agree. You haven't been able to be social lately, and some reprieve was needed. You didn't really drink, and the bar wasn't really your style, but a change of pace was in order. Gramps promises to answer the door for the Attendants if something came up, but they liked to bother him reguardless when you weren't home, so you leave with a quick goodbye to do a little celebratory socializing.

And that's how you're....here. Drunk and alone.

Turns out after the first hour, everyone scampered off to go get hitched or call it for the night. It was nice, but a majority of them are dispersed by now or in pockets, save for one classmate (Brittney? Becky? You don't remember) who's actaully chatting it up with the robot bartender.

She's twirling her hair around her finger and blantently flirting with the robot in plain view, probably as tipsy as you are. It's a scene you glance over at occasioanlly in amusement while you nurse your own drink. The robot doesn't seem bothered, but then again, you can't tell if it's able to even display emotion like that.

Though, you did notice it never shooed her away, never charged for her second drink and was currently pouring flavored water into her shot glass while she laughs at some sort of joke it makes that you don't hear.

Kinda funny how far along human and robot relations have come, hasn't it?

You sip at your own drink again, finishing it off, and stand up from your chair-

-and that's a bad idea. The world spins, tilts far left to the side until you grip the side of the counter to pull yourself back down to the chair and wait for the disortion to subside.

Out of the corner of your eye, the bartender's mechanical eyes flit to you for a split second, then return back to Brenda. (Or Bethany. Who knows.)

How embarressing.

Pulling out your phone, you check the time. It's late at night, almost the early hours of the morning. The bar is open for now, but will close soon enough by the time you wait for the tipsy to pass and sobering to start, and to be fair, it just doesn't dawn on you to ask for water when you're a bit too preoccupied trying to not be dizzy.

Walking home alone like this is...probably not a good idea.

Gramps is in your speedial, along with another number you've put in here fairly recently.

(You did teach them how to use the phone properly, right? Oh, you'll feel so terrible if you have to wake Gramps up at this hour, the poor old guy.)

(You can probably make it home by yourself. It's just a ten minute walk.)

(Maybe you can ask someone here for a ride home. Nevermind. The last remaining of your known classmates are either arguing in the corner, leaving as you watch and Brooklyn's flirts with the robot bartender is becoming more and more riskay by the minute.)

"It's late."

You blink. In your hand, your phone screen says you're in a call. You're finger is still pressing over the spot where you selected the contact. Oops. Did you mean to do that? "Uh.-"

A sound from the speaker thats soft spoken and slow. You press it up against your ear to hear it better amongst the bar's chatter, and a low voice repeats itself. "You should be sleeping."

You can't pick up the meaning in his tone. You're too muffled in your own brain to make out the ends of his sentences that you just rock back in your chair and hum in your throat. "Heya...Hi." You start, voice slurring. "Hi Moon."

There's a pause on the other end of the call. "Where are you?"

"Uh, same place. You know." You wave your hand off and don't feel stupid that he couldn't see your gesture. "The uh, bar down the road. The one with the big neon sign in the front. Looks like kinda like ah, a...banana. The thing, curved thing on the front."

"Okay." Moon sounds tired, except robots don't get tired, and that's just what he usually sounds like whenever he's dealing with your shenanigans, or something particularly difficult. Sometimes he says you're difficult, but not in the way that feels mean. "Stay there."

"Well, I can't, dumbass I gotta get home at some point. Bar closes soon." You huff into the phone. "Was gonna leave here in a bit, anyways. Just need to sit for a minute."

"A minute." Moon repeats. His voice echoes like he's talking to you from a stairwell.

"Yeah-huh. Like, a minute." You lean back in your chair confidently, then immediatly lean back towards the counter as the legs started to tip the other direction and forgoe any movement to just lean against the bartop. "Didn't mean to call you. My finger slipped."

He hums, and it sounds less than convinced. "Hmm. How much?"

"How much...what?" The end of your question is drawled out with your lack of sobriety.

"Nevermind." Footsteps, air against the phone speaker. Moon speaks plainly. "Did you have fun?"

"Man, whats with you and the questions?" You blow air out of your nose, your free hand thumbing minelessly for your shot glass and looking up from the wooden counterop when you feel something different.

A glass of ice water was set next to you, replacing what little alcohol you had left in your cup. The bartender is on the other side of the room, still talking to your classmate, but you've already seen how it's been replacing her drink with water, and frown at your own. "Aw, damn."

"Language."

"Shut uuuup." You groan into the mic, and your head plops down onto the counter, resting. "I had fun. It was...alright."

Moon makes a noise of aknowledgment, a quiet sound to continue.

"I got the lowest score in the class." You confess, almost mummbling. There's no one paying attention to you, and the bar was sparspy populated so it's not like you had anything to be embarressed over. Still, your breath comes back up to your face as you rest your head and it smells like vodka. "I mean, nothing's wrong with that. Still passed though."

He hmms through the phone. "We know. You told us."

"Got ditched." A slurred sentence, quickly continued after a moment. "Not like, ditched ditched. Like....everyone's gettin' ready to leave soon. They've got their own bubbles, m'not in them." You slow to a stop, looking around the room. There's even less people now, and with the slow music playing on the speakers, it's a nice vibe. Smelled like cigaratte smoke and alchol though.

It's relaxing. You're relaxed. That drink is really settling in, and your legs are feeling like heavy weights and your tongue easy to move when you talk. In fact, you could sit here for a few more hours under the low-lights, listening to soft music, rambling about how college is stupid and how you regret being such a lightweight. Maybe skip out on the drinks, next time. You were starting to feel tired.

"Don't tell me that yet."

You blink, blearily, head shifting to look back down at your phone. "Hmm?"

There's a small pause on the other end, a silence punctuated only by soft background noises that you can't make out through the call. "...You've been talking outloud for the past few minutes."

Minutes? It's been seconds, no way. You squint at the phone screen, ignoring the numbers in the corner for the numbers that state how long you've been on call. It's too bright for you, so you put the phone back to your ear. "S'fine. I mean't to do that."

"Sure." Moon says. "Anything else?"

"...It's uh, dark enough in here for you."

"That's nice."

"Kinda stinks, though."

"We wouldn't be able to tell."

"I think my classmate likes robots." You speak quieter, which only makes half of your sentence coherent but you continue off the drunken assumption that your rambles were making sense anyway, free hand cupped around your mouth and facing away from the flirting scene like a kindergardener giggling at juicy gossip. Luckly, your classmate is too far to hear you, and if the robot did, then it doesn't show it. "Like, likes-likes robots. She totally wants to bang it. Her. I think. I think the robots a girl."

"Uh-huh." Moon speaks dully, but you can hear faint amusement. "Good for her."

"Can robots do that? Wait, don't answer that." You bring down your phone away from your ear to glance back up towards said classmate like you were scared of getting caught gossipping. You were, in a sense, not the best at being subtle, but both the bartender robot and your classmate are now seated at a booth away from the counter, holding their own conversation.

You stiffle a small gasp. "Holy shit, I think they're hitting it off."

Moon does the robot equivlanet of a sigh. "Don't stare."

"Right. Rightrightrightright-" You turn away quickly, curling back into yourself like some child caught in the act. "I'm not-I'm not staring-Wait, how didja even know I was looking?"

The sound of a car driving past, a door softly opening. "We know you. You're nosy."

"You're mean." You huff, phone pushed into the space between your ear and neck, using the countertop to rest your head. "I want to go home."

"Mmhm."

"Can robots make out?" The question is so out-of-the-blue you can almost feel the whiplash you send through the phone. "Because I think they're about to. Becky, uh. Brianna. I don't know her name. They're like, really getting along. M'not staring by the way. I'm glancing."

"Okay."

"Is it like, all robots can do it or just some of them? I don't know if, it's like-uh, like..is that insensitive? Am I offensive?"

"No."

"If I google it do I get weird pictures or do I get an answer?"

"Both."

"Can I ask you a question?" You continue. "A totally...not weird question. Maybe kinda weird. Not the weirdest thing I've asked you. Anyway, can you-?"

Click.

You raise your head, looking down at the phone as it flashes the 'call ended' words before going back to your home screen. In a tipsy gasp, your mouth drops open. He hung up on you! Why that little-

"Ask again when you're sober."

A low voice startles you, and you spin around and almost falll off your chair in the motion.

Moon stands behind you, phone still in hand but lowering to pocket it in his hoodie. (Plain, simple, the biggest one you could find to fit them. He still wears his star pants and ribbons but at least he took the bells off his slippers.) and glowers down at you with a quiet look. He has the hood pulled up, even with the hat on, and it just makes his eyes glow a little more in the low-lights.

His hand raises to the glass of water, now with most of it's ice melted, and slides it across the counter towards you. "Drink."

You blink blearily at him, and it's out of synch. "When did you get here-"

"Drink." He repeats, hoisting the glass up to your face until you grumble something innapropriate and snag it from him. You chug it down rather quickly while he waits, and the room never quietens in the few seconds that it takes, but you listen to the conversations out of habit.

Bailey and the bartender robot were definatley gonna start dating or something, and your classmate didn't even look drunk anymore, just a bad flirter. Most of the people in the bar were humans (why would robots come here? They can't drink, and they'd be outnumbered 10 to 1 anyways) save for the other two automations you think are quietly hanging out outside, but it's mostly flesh and blood.

A quiet 'where did that one come from? the circus?' reaches your ears as soon as you finish the water, dropping the glass down on the table and turning your head to whatever human spoke but Moon inturrupts you. A sleeved arm holds out in front of you. "Stand up. Here."

"Don't tell me what to do." Comes out slurred and stuffed up, but the world tilts when you lift yourself off the chair, so your hands find his arm and your balance steadies. "I want to go home."

"Mmm." Moon turns, slowly so you don't get stick, and leads you to the door. "It's past your bedtime."

"Dun't have a bedtime."

"You will tonight." You are lead past the remaining patrons, who don't really care about your departure save for the one or two off-hand glances. Moon opens the door with one hand, holding it open, and guides you through. "Come on."

Your classmate turns your way, and you register her throwing up two thumbs up in your direction with a wide, encouraging smile just as the door shuts behind you. Whoops.

The bar's neon light is bannaa shaped because of some island-theme they had back before redesign that never got taken down, but in your shifting vision and the night's dim lights, it kinda looks like a cresent moon. This is something you voice outloud without meaning to, and Moon spares your thoughts with a glance to the sign, and a chuckle before he leads you down the sidewalk.

Walking is...well, it's taking some bit of effort. Everything felt kinda heavy, your stomach was starting to churn and you needed to use the restroom soon. Maybe you could get home faster if you speed-walked or something, or took a shortcut. You pull away from the guiding arm out for you. "I can walk."

"Okay." And so Moon lets you pull away, standing straight and watching as you take a few tentive steps. You fumble on your fifth step, but the ground never has a chace to rush towards you. A hand around your shoulders, tight but never lower, presses you back towards the Attendant until your own grip finds his upper arm and dig your fingernails into the sleeve.

He's walking before he even asks again. "Want to try again."

Your nose wrinkles up, and whatever word you had formlated in your mind comes out garbled and incoherent. "Heuh."

"....Guess not."

It's peaceful walking at night. Sometimes cars would pass by on this road, and the bright headlights would make your eyes sting but you never ran into anything. Fireflies start to appear in scarcity as you approuch your apartment, rambling about your classmates and the exam and how the vodka didn't taste at all how the bar marketed to be while your animatronic guide is quiet with the occasional noise of aknowledgement, and very focused on making sure you don't trip on every pebble you see.

"This is kinda like...when you escorted me to the doors, back at the pizzaplex." You talk outloud again, and there's no sting in your voice when you're drunk. "You know, ya escorting me."

Moon doesn't look up from the keypad to your apartments, jotting in the number (because just hacking it served you a few complaints from maintenence) and hums. "It is."

You are lead through the opened door, and into the stairwell. "But like, this time you get to come home with me."

"Every night." Moon adds, and finds the door to your apartment without so much as turning on the light in the hallway. It's nearly pitchblack, but you're not scared or bothered by the lack of sight in the slightest. The perks of having a robot friend with night vision means free avoidance of bumping into walls. You hear the clacking of keys, and the door opens. "Inside-"

You go in before he can finish, using the wall and the kitchen counter to steady you until you make it to the living room and the adjacent hallway. The lights are off for obvious reasons, but the living room lamp is on, so it's just enough light for you to make out your path. The world still tilts, although it's weakening, you barely manage to make it to the bathroom door, yelling out some incoherent 'illbeouutinasecond' before you swing the door shut.

When you come back out, Moon is in the kitchen, and he turns to see you almost plank on the sofa cushions for a rest. You miss, bounce off the edge of the seats and faceplant on the floor instead. "...oww."

Soft padded footsteps approuch you, and you are unceramounsly yanked up by the back of your shirt until you're placed on the cushions (he lifted you effortlessly and carefully, but you still groan like an elephant at the movement) and turned over until you're facing upwards, sitting back against the cushion on the back arm rest.

Something wrapped in a napkin is shoved in front of your face. "Eat."

You smell it before you can process seeing it. A plain, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which you take into your hands, pull away the napkin and take a huge bite before you can say your appreciation properly without a mouthful "Thhansk."

There's no response, but a hand comes up to your forehead, brushing back against your scalp and gentle running through your hair. His hand lingers there as Moon crouches besides the couch. The hoodie is gone now, so it's just his hat and t-shirt. You can see his soft smile more clearly. "You need to go to bed when you're done."

You talk inbetween bites. "M'not moving."

"Then stay here." He rises, knuckles brushing across your ear as his hand moves and disappears down the hallway. You're on the last bites of your sandwhich when he reappears with a blanket and pillow in hand, along with a folder you recognize with stars and moons in it's printed pattern.

The blanket is tossed over your legs and feet, and the folder is set to the coffee table besides you along with a pen. In your approuching bare-sobreity, you recognize the papers peeking out from the edge. Moon sits down besides the couch, back facing you, and opens up to where he left off presummably before he came and retrieved you.

He grades papers while you finish your sandwich and peek nosely over his shoulder. "You never answered my question."

Moon does not look up from grading his student's papers. "I haven't."

"Gimmie answer."

"Silly." He starts, marking an answer wrong and setting that finished paper to the side. His voice never breaks from the calm tone. "Asking personal questions, gossiping in public like that. Intoxicated."

"I wasn't the only one." You defend, and realize that's not exactly a factor that can play in your favor, so you search your clouded tipsy brain for another answer. "Look, listen. I was dared to do shots. I don't..., uh, drink. Like ever. M'lightweight. But I'm not a coward."

The animatronic's head turns towards you on his swivel. "Bad decision. Probably already tipsy."

"Hey-" You warn, pointing a finger in his face. "The amuont of drunk I was has no corrolations-" That last word comes out fumbled. You ignore how Moon's smile twitches upwards. "-no corrolations to the bad decisions I've made."

"Sure." Moon chuckles, onto the next batch of ungraded papers in his folder. "You make plenty of those."

You make a notable effort to brush off any of the crumbs on your shirt in his direction. "You weren't a bad decision."

The monotonous sound of pen scratching pauses for a moment. Then continues. "Debatable."

"Booo." You groan, your disagreement echoing in the living room and silence settling between you two only broken by pages turning and pen scratching.

Sinking into the sofa and watching him work becomes a lullaby, and you feel sleep teter at the edge of your mind as the animatronic finishes up the current page, closing the folder and setting it to the side. Moon pushes the folder to the center of the coffee table, left out to finish the rest later, and you puff up your cheeks to blow air at his face when he turns back to you.

He doesn't even squint, just stares dully at you until you've finish. "Thanks for getting me."

His head tilts. "Mhmm."

Your cheek presses further into the pillow. Nausea is there, something in the pit of your stomach, but it is long buried by the promise of sleep. "But for the record, I didn't ask for you to take care of me."

A blurred movement in the corner of your eye. His hand has returned, settled against your head with his thumb gently running over your skin. "We didn't ask for your permission."

"....M'gonna be hungover in the morning."

"Yes." Moon grin in a way that's both soft and amused. You wonder if his sunny counterpart would be this teasing too, considering that's who's most likely going to be rubbing your back when you're kneeled over the toilet in the morning. "You will be very hungover. Go to sleep."

You mummble something in protest, but your eyes close nonetheless. "M'sleeping already. Geeze."

Your response is a quiet hum, and the hand brushing against your forehead in slow motions until you start to drift away. That hand lingers, softley, and doesn't return to the pen until the world fades and you are well into slumber.

#fnaf sb #fnaf #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf the daycare attendant #writings #moon x reader #sun x reader #Solar Lunacy #Solar Lunacy Arc 3 #drabbles #x reader #cw alcohol #cw drunk

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chucky-balls · 7 months

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Do you write requests? Petruo requests?

omg so sorry i’ve been busy with college, i can do hc for them :)

-she def pegs him

-in modern au she def like acts like “the man” getting him gifts and picking him up for dates, at first it was just as a joke until she notice he actaully loves it

-they bake and cook a lot together

-she practices makeup on him

-i feel like they dated in their training years so they either highschool sweethearts or if i’m feeling sad they broke up but still like eachother

-bi4bi

-petra brought home a cat without asking oluo

-oluo brought home a dog without asking petra

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #petra ral #oluo bozado #petruo

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theforgottendaydreamer · 2 months

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Dumb vent post, like, super dumb I swear, ignore this.

Not to talk shit about my housemates, because I love them, okay?

But I wish they were more house trained.

Why is it that I'm the only one who washes the waste bins from time to time? Or the shower mat and oven mitts? Why is it that if one of them leaves the bucket full of dirty mop water in the middle of the corridor, I'm the only one who actually goes to empty it? 'Cause one of them mopped the floor and left, for like a week, to go back to her parents'. And she didn't bother emptying the bucket. And I always do that for her, and for the others, because apparently I'm the only one bothered by a bucket of dirty water and it's better to just- leave it there instead of wasting thirty seconds to empty it right away? But anyway, I told myself "Mh, let's wait and see." I gave up after three days.

Or- the trash. God. We take turns, okay? We take turns as in, like "this week it's my turn to clean the bathroom" etc. And so yes, turns for taking out the trash too. But I always do it because they just- keep stuffing the bins until they're full to the brim and things start to fall out of them.

Not to talk about the countertop, or the table. Please. Please, how long does it take to grab some kitchen paper and degreaser?

Or... hair. Hair!! Sometimes I find lil balls of hair that is defeinitely not mine and I'm like mh. who's gonna pick it up. Who's gonna whip out the vaccuum cleaner? Nobody. It's horrible. I'm not squeamish when it comes to hair, at all- I'm actually the one who pulls it from the drains (we have the lil thing you put on the drain but it just doesn't work?) but come on.

Please. Like okay, yes, my mother is a clean freak, I have always always been taught to be pristine all the time and to leave my house spotless. Always. As in going to bed at one am even if you have a plane at 6 because the house has to be spotless before we leave for holidays (I always joke "wouldn't want the robbers to rob a dirty house").

But like, I don't think I'm asking for much.

We mop once a week only (shoes must come off the moment we step into the apartment so it's less gross than you'd imagine) and we do the dishes once a day only- on a scale of one to five, one being pigsty and five being "Alfred Pennyworth was here", this house is a solid 3 ½ most of the times. But... it's mainly thanks to me.

And I hate it. I hate it because "omg you don't need to do that" no, no, I do need to do that because nobody else will.

And while I could hypothetically tell them this, I cannot tell them "Please check if the toilet is actaully clean after you go n #2 and also clean the toilet brush before putting it away." because that's- no. Can't bring myself to.

Earlier I went to my room right after dinner because something came up with a uni project so i left my two dirty dishes, fork, and glass on the table "I'll be right back, sorry!" And? Three hours later what do I find? Everyone's dishes in the sink but mine. Left them right there, on the table. so, naturally, now, at 00.42 am, I'm going to wash only my shit, out of spite, yeah.

Come on. I get it, they're all younger (the youngest is 19 anyway so yeah, still old enough). But I didn't learn to clean after myself only after moving here.

I've been doing that for over a decade. Not as in "I was a slave" but as in "a 10 yr old can absolutely load and unload the dishwasher, set and tidy the table, put their (already folded*) clothes in their closet, wipe the sink after they brush their teeth, ..."

Under supervision and without consequences if I decided not to, one day, but I was house trained since I can remember and it's the best thing to do to help your child grow into an adult who can actually adult.

* I have sensory issues so folding clothes and touching cloth in general makes me want to puke and makes my teeth hurt (I'm serious, don't ask). Even with gloves, it's the sound too. Thinking about it made my teeth hurt. But I promise I can fold clothes.

#ignore

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hirokiyuu · 1 year

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Valentine ask: 2, 7, 19

2. Is there a ship you didn’t like at first but ultimately started shipping?

hmmmmmm idk if id say i "disliked" it but when i saw sumi in the wild for hte first time she was so obviously Intended Persona 5 Love Interest i was like. wincing. but her support w/protag is actaully v good and while i still dont necessarily Ship it ship it per say i like them enough that like i see them together and im like :) good for them! abt it wwww

7. A non-canon ship that should be canon?

everything i ship that isnt canon. this is a joke answer but also true

19. Is there a ship the fandom has ruined for you?

i cant believe youre asking me this in public and i have to answer. yes, multiple, most recently its uh. cal/sol GLKHSDGLKHASLKGDHALSKHGLAKSHDG

#i kissed cal like once and i was like. never doing this again thank u #ty lini i fired this exact shot back at you so i cant even be mad #restlessreveries #asks #ask meme

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ashboilol · 9 months

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My first post

Yo! I'm Ash.

What my blog covers: Stuff about Naruto (including Boruto), Harry Potter, Percy Jackson (even HOO).

My OTPs:

HP-

Snily - I think had Snape and Lily continued their friendship, their bond would deepen, hell maybe no Death Eaters for Snape

Romione - Simply beautiful, I love it :)

Dorlene - Meh, sounds fun

Anyone EXCEPT the Marauders x Snape - By this I only mean Snucius and Snucissa

Prongsfoot (platonic) - I'm neutral on James and dislike Sirius, but they are still good friends

Hinny - Same boat as Romione

Remadora - Remus wasn't forced to marry Tonks, he wanted to but felt she deserved better. Kinda like Snily, so obv I WILL ship it.

PJO-

Percabeth - Eh, amazing frenemies to lovers dynamic

Perachel - Controversial, yes, but they had chemistry. AND RACHEL ISN'T JUST A LOVE RIVAL FOR PERCY!

Leo x Calypso - At first it was a NOtp, but in the end it had potential, so yeah.

Jason x Piper - Piper standing up to Hercules pretty much sums up my reasons for liking this ship, I like the codependency.

Frank x Hazel - The Snily of PJO, but no falling out so their bond deepens.

Nico x Will - It's cute ig.

Naruto-

SasuSaku- In Boruto, not Naruto. In Naruto too much shit unfolded between them.

NaruHina - I like it, lots of chemistry.

MinaKushi - Pretty nice ship, also Kushina's temper issues are entertaining af (poor Minato lmao)

Jiraiya x Tsunade - Well, bc I like Jiraiya.

NOtps-

HP -

Jily - C'mon, imagine your best friend was being waterboarded and sexually assaulted, and the SAter tries to blackmail you into dating them, NO GOD PLEASE NO. Oh wait, James matured, let's give him an award 👏. NOT.

Wolfstar - Remus was used as a murder weapon, AND THIS SHIT IS CALLED BEAUTIFUL?! What the FUCK.

Any of the marauders x Snape - Why the FUCK would Snape ever want to date his tormentors? This ship emits more toxicity than Wolfstar.

Dramione - Jily but Golden Trio era. Ok, jokes aside, if you ship this get therapy. Would be better if Malferret AK'd Bella (ik he could not, just yell at her to stop you ferret) and saved the GT.

Drarry - Actaully, this guy loves Harry so much! C'mon, he legit wanted to hand Harry over to Voldy, how loving!

Any minor x adult ship - Yes, even ones involving Snape in them. As for Tomarry, you fuckers think Harry will willingly date the man who murdered his parents? Mfs.

PJO - Zero NOtps here. The ships that aren't my OTPs, I'm neutral on. Same with Naruto.

I will NOT include sex in any fics. Tho, I will write smut, fluff and angst.

Thank you for reading. Have a good day.

#harry potter #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #naruto #boruto

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redhatmeg · 1 year

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Yo, people! This is the second time in my life - after Lucky Luke: Go West! - when Polish dub impressed me so fucking much.

So there is this movie Suicide Shop (Le Magasin des Suicides) and it’s an animated black comedy. Not for kids, at all.

Now, if you’re a Pole and see this poster, with those names, you probably going to facepalm. Because most of those people aren’t professional voice actors, no, they are stage comedians (Joanna Kołaczkowska, Marcin Wójcik, Robert Górski, Artur Andrus), singers (Czesław Mozil, Magdalena Kumorek) and various celebrities (Figurski was once a radio presenter).

In fact, there are lots of voices from stage comedians known from cabaret (here meant as a form of sketch comedy) that for a really long time had a renessainse in Polish TV. Especially Kabaret Moralnego Niepokoju (Cabaret for Moral Distress) and Kabaret Ani Mru Mru (Cabaret Hush Hush) were (and to some extend still are) very popular. But right now people are kind of sick of cabaret because there’s hardly anything new there and the sketches aren’t as funny as back then.

Seeing this cast, I thought it was just the typical joke casting, because hey, this is a black comedy, let’s hire sketch comedians!

But, boy, was it a pleasant surprise to hear them. I was recognizing the voices (especially Górski, Andrus, Wójcik, and hell, even Mozil) and they weren’t distracting; in fact, they perfectly suited to the grim and bleak world these people live in.

And it’s best exemplified by the songs they sing. Here is my favorite song from this movie:

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The guy who sings it is Michał Cieślak (the guy he talks at the beginning is played Robert Górski, his teammate from Kabaret Moralnego Niepokoju) and nowadays I mostly know him from more light-hearted stuff. But this song actually reminded me that he can sing and he can be dark. In fact, I remembered this old song from Kabaret Moralnego Niepokoju’s repertair:

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(This is a song about a rushed wedding and it has an ominous aura. Górski is the one who sings and Cieślak is one of the dancers.)

Actaully the more I think bout it, the more I realize that many of those comedians are good singers and they had done darker stuff in their career. For example, Lucrecia Tuvache is vocied by Joanna Kołaczkowska from Kabaret Hrabi (Cabaret Count) and I remember the sketches of this cabaret to have a black comedy vibe.

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(Here Kołaczkowska sings an overdramatic song of a woman who got dumped. It sohuld be noted that the violinist is from Mozart’s Group - a cabaret which’s sketches rely on music jokes like this one.)

And see in Suicide Shop she sings a very melancholic duet with Michał Wójcik, who’s is mostly know for his phisical comedy and he sings Mishima’s part in a quiet emotional way I’ve never heard him sing:

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Oh, oh, and one other thing.

Here’s Artur Andrus:

And he vocies this guy:

He basically looks like Andrus in animated form. I don’t know who casted him but they were a genius.

Long story short, I’m in awe with this movie’s Polish dub.

#suicide shop #tw: suicide #polish dub #kabaret moralnego niepokoju #kabaret hrabi #kabaret ani mru mru

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ladypurplejanewrynn · 2 years

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Tyruin One Shot: Time to take a dayoff

This is a small gift for my best friend and sis @theamazingwarcrafthuntress

Is been a while since her husband had time to spend with her. The young king of Stormwind was really busy since weeks, and this made Tyroi feel really upset. She really wanted her husband to take a break from work and spend some more time with her. Is been a while since they were able to get out somewhere alone. The young queen sat against a tree, thinking about a way to get Anduin to spend more time with her. A familiar face came to see her. It was Elizabeth, Anduin’s younger sister. "Hey Tyroi, what’s up? Everything alright?" asked the girl. "Hey Lizzie. That’s the thing, nothing is okay." answered the blood elf. The princess sat next to the queen:"What’s wrong?" "Is just, Anduin has been really busy and all this stuff. I understand he has his duties and so do I. But I really want him take a break and spend some time with me." said Tyroi, turning her face away from the princess gaze. "I understand. Why don’t you ask him to take a break? I’m sure he would listen. Beside, I bet he miss spending time with you as much as you miss spending time with him." answered Elizabeth. Tyroi thought about it:"Alright." The next day, Anduin was in his room, busy with his work. Suddently he heared a knock on the door:"Come in." The door opened and there she was, his beloved wife standing in it. "Oh, Tyroi. Is nice to see honey. What brings you here?" The queen entered the room:"There is something I want to talk to you about. So you better listen." "I’m all ears then." said the young king. "Is been a while since we’ve been able to do something together. So, I want to ask you to take a dayoff. Also you can’t overwork yourself like that. There’s has to be balance between work and chilling." said Tyroi. The king thought for a bit and made a decision:"You know what? You’re right. I really need to take a break from my work. I got occupied so much with working that I barely had time to take a breath and do something to relax." Tyroi smiled:"Good. Now, come with me. I prepared something for the two of us." She took him by the hand and left the room. A moment later, they were in the Stormwind Keep garden. There was a picnic blanket with a basket full of food and the plates already prepared. "Tyroi, did you prepare all of this?" asked Anduin.

"Well, actaully Lizzie gave me a helping hand. But this was my idea." said the queen. The royal couple took a sit on the blanket and start it eating. The food was really delicious. They had some fruits, sandwiches, cupcakes and a chocolate cake. They laughed and joked with each other. Once they finished eating, they got up but Tyroi tripped on accident and she fell on Anduin, making the two of them fall to the ground. They looked each other on the eyes. Anduin smiled at her and start it joking:"Damn, honey I know you love me but you don’t have fall for me like that." The queen blushed:"Shut up you idiot. You know very well that was on accident." They got up from the ground, Tyroi still blushing and turning her gaze away from him. "Oh come Tyroi, please don’t give me the silence treatment. I was only joking. Please don’t be like that." said Anduin. A smirked appeared on her face:"Alright, alright. I know you were kidding." Then Anduin got an idea:"Since I’m on a dayoff, what about we go on a date. I already have a perfect place, where we will be alone for sure." Tyroi smiled:"Led the way then." He took her by the hand and they went to the stable to get Reverence. Anduin helped Tyroi climb on the horse, then the climbed at his turn and they rod straight to the place Anduin had in mind. When they arrived, Tyroi noticed they were in Redridge Mountains. "I don’t wanna be rude but, really? Of all the places you could take me to, you decided to go here?" asked Tyroi. The king smiled:"Trust me, I know a place that you might like." Then he took her by the hand.

They arrived at a place, covered by giant leafs. They went inside. There was a lake, a lot of beautiful flowers and colorful and lovely butterflies were flying around. "Woah, this place is amazing. Does someone else knows about it?" asked Tyroi. "Actaully, no. Only me and now you. I found this place last time when I decided to go for a small ride with Reverence. And I thought, when I’ll have more of the free time, I show it to you. So here we are." answered Anduin. "Oh Anduin" Tyroi hugged her husband and gave him a smooch on his cheek. They sat I front of the lake, admiring the butterflies. They were silent for a moment. A moment later, Anduin took one of the flowers and placed it in Tyroi’s hair:"You know, the lily really suits you." The queen chuckled:"Stop it, you dork. You’re making me blush." "Well, those are my intentions. You’re really cute when you blush." said the king. Tyroi pushed him into the lake:"Maybe this will make you stop." Anduin smiled and splashed her with the water. "Hey!" shouted the blood elf. "You’re the one who began this." said Anduin snickering. Tyroi jumped in the lake and splashed Anduin at her turn:"Never mess with the queen." He smiled. Then they start it splashing each other. After they stopped, they end it up in their arms, kissing each other on their lips. Once they got out of the lake, they payed down, to dry their clothes a little. They actually end it up hugging each other and falling asleep in their arms. When they woke up, their clothings were dried already. They got out of the place and noticed the sun was going down. They climbed on Reverence and rod back home. When they arrived, Elizabeth was waiting for them in the throne room:"By the light, where were you? I was getting worried for the two of you." "We’re okay. We were in a special place and kinda dozed off a little bit. But we’re fine. No need to worry." said Anduin. When Lizzie finally calmed down, they all went for dinner. After dinner, they went to their rooms. "This day was really fun, don’t you think honey?" asked Tyroi while changing into her pijama. "Yeah, we really should repeat this again." said Anduin changing into his pijama as well. When they finally finished changing, they layed down on their bed and fell asleep.

The End

#world of warcraft #anduin wrynn #king of stormwind #tyroi sunweaver #queen of stormwind #tyruin #Anduin x tyroi #fanfic #one shot #gift for a friend #oc x canon #wow #PJ’s stories #elizabeth wrynn #not my ocs

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gettin-bi-bi-bi · 2 years

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For two years ive been saying i was bisexual but im constantly questioning if im actually bi or just idk appriciate womens beauty. Ive always been more attracted to men but there has been some women too. Ive been told that my problem is probably being raised in a homophobiac family and so Im probably just struggling with accepting myself but idk. I just feel like i haven t been attracted to enough women to be consideded bisexual. I had like an internalized arguement with myself the other night cause i started worrying what if im not bi and i was like straight girls dont do that (my name). So then Im like what if I am not bi and just overly sexualize women but not actually attracted. I have had two relationships one was with a boy and the first time we dated it lasted for a week and then we tried again and it lasted six months. The second one was with a girl that legit only lasted two days cause I chickened out with all the what if im not bisexual and just leading her own and omg I Don t wanna end up hurting her cause it turns out im not bi. And now i think I might have a crush on my best friend (shes the same girl i tried to date for two days) but when ever I start liking imagining us together i panick and distract myself by daydreaming over my current favorite man or woman celebrity. My mom has changed and now she jokes and says me and my best friend would be cute together and my step dad always jokes about how shes the one for me and i blush ( I haven t told either about my possible crush). I dont wanna even attempt talking to her about it cause one: I doubt she still likes me. Two: what if she does so we try again just for me to panick and end it again or we try again and I turn out to be straight and hurt her. To make matters worse we have been talking about moving in together. I just want to figure out who I am before attempting anything cause i dont want to hurt her. It feels weird saying i might like her and it scares me. Im sorry if this got confusing im just tired of questioning if i really am. Im also scared that maybe I just "like women" cause men like it. Like what if I do it without realizing thats the actual reason? I tried talking to my step dad and he didnt hear my concerns he just said your probably actaully straight and then when onto ask if i ever kissed a girl and i was like no ive never kissed anyone so he said well you gotta actually experience the stuff to know (idk if thats true but i heard you didnt have to have any experience at all) with both men and women I can imagine myself with them as long as i dont actually know them personally otherwise I panick and deny the crush as hard as possible low key have a fear of relationships cause almost everyone on my moms side was always in a toxic relationship (idk if it works like that but it kinda rubbed off on me that it would happen to me) I currently have this favorite woman celebrity who i make up little scenarios in my head for and it works but if I pause the story for just a second all this negative thoughts come in. Ive tried imagining dating my best friend who I might have a crush on but I cant it feels weird and wrong cause we have known each other for so long and at one point she was more like a younger sister even though shes only a few months younger and it just feels iffy. Ig I also tend to like women who are more cold and like badass and most the time older than me (with men they tend to be around my age or slightly older and with women they tend to be late 20s or older). I also feel like maybe I just like the aesthetic of a cute soft girl with a goth girl or other wlw aesthetics (mostly soft and goth girl idk I just really want that). Like what if i dont like women i just like wlw aesthetics

This message is a little all over the place so excuse me if I am misunderstanding somethings or didn't take everything in completely. What I gather is that you are young (teenager?) and riddled with self-doubt about your sexuality, which isn't helped by the fact that the people you try to confide in, like your step dad, are responding with biphobic stereotypes and misconceptions. I'm just going to try to sort through some of the themes that you touched on and give a brief opinion on it. At the end of the day only you can decide which label suits you and you can make of my input what you will.

Internalised biphobia: a lot of what you are saying just screams internalised biphobia to me. the fact you even mention a homophobic family could certainly be one reason for this but also society in general tends to be biphobic as well and we just pick up on that without even realising and then when we start to realise that we are bisexuals we get tormented by all of these intrusive negative thoughts about bisexuality. you are not alone with this - many bisexuals have to go through that unfortunately. but there's ways to unlearn your biphobia, some advice on that I have collected here, maybe it helps you. one aspect of internalised biphobia can be believing in misconceptions and stereotypes. for example the idea that "women are just pretending to be bisexual because men like it" is a classic biphobic myth. if anything this is for many women the only way to explore their bisexuality in a "socially acceptable" way. the stereotype of the "college girl who makes out with other girls on parties when drunk" might have a grain of truth to it but not because those girls are faking it but rather because this is the only scenario in which a heteronormative society gives them permission to experiment. another aspect of internalised biphobia is not believing in your own experiences and attractions. you have stated multiple times in your message that you are attracted to women. you've said it with different words but you say you have a crush on a girl, you have female celebrity crushes, you even noticed that you have kind of a type when it comes to women.... now imagine you'd have said all those things about men - would you then doubt that you're attracted to men? Probably not. But about women you have some double standard because of the internalised biphobia. Instead of seeing alll these expressions of attraction to women and taking it as a clear hint that you are bisexual, you think you are doing something wrong or "not queer enough".

attraction is a good thing: so many queer people, especially queer women are afraid of "oversexualising" women and being "predatory". but that's again just internalised queerphobia mixed with sexual shame. you are allowed to be attracted to women. you are even allowed to have sexual thoughts about women, to fantasise, to dream... and yes, you are also allowed to desire actually having sex with women and if you find one who wants to do it with you then you are allowed to do it. that's not "oversexualising" in any negative sense of the word. But yes, it means you are seeing women as sexual beings and that's okay because guess what? Most women are sexual beings. It is okay to "sexualise" someone - when it's only a fantasy then it is always okay because fantasies do not harm anyone! and when it's actually happening then it's okay when it's consensual. When you are physically intimate with someone, of course you sexualise them. If they consented to is then that's probably exactly what they want in that moment. It's okay. It's good and healthy.

you are still young, take a breath! I would like to remind you that you are still young and for most young people who are starting to explore their sexuality this is a confusing time because you are literally only just starting to learn what sexual or romantic attraction feels like and what types of people, what genders, what personalities, what aesthetics and body types you are drawn to. and btw: your step dad is wrong. you do not need to have experiences with all genders, or with anyone even, to know whom you are attracted to. I've never kissed James Spader and yet I know that I want. so why would you have to have kissed a women already in order to know that you want to?

"what if im not bisexual and just leading her own and omg I Don t wanna end up hurting her cause it turns out im not bi" listen... anytime someone enters a relationship they accept the risk that they might get their heart broken. ideally when a relationship ends it's on good terms and everyone involved mutually agrees that splitting up is for the better. but of course sometimes relationships end ugly. you can never guarantee someone that it will last forever. you can never guarantee that you will always love them or always be attracted to them. and likewise, they cannot guarantee this to you. it's an unrealistic (and I'd say also unhealthy) expectation to put on a partner. sometimes people fall out of love for many different reasons. maybe your personalities don't match, maybe you want different things in life... or, yeah, maybe you realise that your sexuality and their gender doesn't align. so what? your partner might get hurt if you have to break up for some reason but that is the risk that they took when they decided to enter a relationship. taking risks and making oneself vulnerable is part of life. I'm not saying that it won't hurt if/when that happens but I'm saying that I promise you (and your potential partner) that you'll get over it. I'm gonna say it again: you are still young. you are making your first experiences in the world of romance and sexuality. it's normal to be overwhelmed and to not know exactly what you like or want. you are just learning these things. but you say you want to "know who you are first" before dating a girl and tbh I think that's not really gonna work. how to have a relationship is something that you don't just know. you learn it over time... and you will make mistakes and you can either fix them or next time you get the chance try not to make the same mistake again. but you cannot learn these things all on your own. you need to engage with others and make those mistakes together, you know? which brings me to my last point...

communication: you seem to really like this girl and all that's keeping you away from dating her is your fear of doing something wrong or "using her". have you told her any of that? have you experessed your fears and explained why you "chicked out" last time? having an open conversation about this might dissolve some of that worry. maybe she has similar fears, maybe she doesn't think it's a big deal and wouldn't mind to be "an experiment". if you go into this openly saying "I am insecure about my sexuality, I am not sure if I am really bisexual but I do really like you and I would like to try this dating thing. I hope it's okay for you that I am not sure where this is headed yet." and then she can decide what to make of that and decide for herself if she wants to date you under those circumstances. I know it's not that easy to have these conversations but this is also something that you need to learn if you want to have fulfilling and healthy relationships with people. You said yourself that your family has a history of toxic relationships. I'm gonna take a wild guess that open and honest communcation is something they struggle with so as a general relationship and life advice: learn to talk about your fears and emotions. it will get you much further (and happier) than trying to handle it all on your own and never telling anyone what your concerns are.

Maddie

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queen-of-meows · 2 years

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Unconventional Writer Ask

Thank you @iamanartichoke and @bushs-world

I'm going to answer to some of the questions on this post.

How long have you been writing fanfiction?

The first big project I wrote down was some sort of an Alice in Wonderland (2010) prequel/AU centered around an OC called Christabella. The story itself was mostly worldbuilding expending on canon. Even 12 years later I am still quite happy with it. And I've been on AO3 since 2017.

What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write?

I like when characters play mental games and play "I know they know I know" kind of stuff. It's both exciting to write and a fun way to tease my readers.

Do you have a hyper-specific genre?

Actually, yes ! I love writing stories that involve some sort of distortion of reality, paradoxes and timey wimey stuff.

Fanfiction wise, my favourite thing is to explore the universe and play with the cracks and limits of the worldbuilding to add my own ideas. Also, I love adding OCs ^^.

And of course good old hurt/comfort fics about my blorbo of the moment.

Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.

I am not very good at writing jokes, but sometimes i get a bit carried away, so now my young Ravonna Variant has a pet mochicat. A mochicat is not really a cat, it's a sub specie of blob that looks vaguely cat shaped, like a sea rabbit is actaully a slug shaped like a rabbit. When she put it in her pocket it was mochi sized but it can grow really big.

I hope Michael Waldron would be proud of Rebecca and her voluminous mochicat.

Best editing tip?

You really don't want edit tips from me ^^. Just look at that ugly post !

What drives you to write?

I think I write what I need to read.

Where do you draw inspiration?

Mostly from my personal life, my long time obsessions and the great conversations I have with my friends on this website.

What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?

Usually I check my mailbox every hour for a few days after I've updated, waiting for my friends to drop nice things.

What is your biggest challenge in writing?

I am a very slow writer, even more since I started this job. It's an inconveniance when my current projects are pretty big and ambitious.

1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP?? (Only if you are willing.)

If Loki was disappointed, he didn't show it. Instead he also drew back, giving her more personal space.

"I can't tell you how to think, or which path to follow" he said "the details are up to you. Maybe we'll end up on opposite sides when the final battle ingnite the whole reality, but no matter what, I want you to know that you'll never lose the respect Mobius and I have for you. My only wish is that you'll be on the side of the merciful, because I strongly believe goodness and light always win against darkness."

Ravonna smirked.

"How optimistic. And how can you be sure what side is the side of good ?"

"Pretty simple actually" Loki replied. "It's the side treat each individual person like they are their own universe."

Heart Asks Pleasure First, chapter 6

What scene or story are you the most proud of ?

I am very proud of The Resurrection of Lungbarrow. It was my first long fic, 81 k words, and I'm proud I managed to finish it. I'm currently working on the sequel.

Please link your profile so we can admire your works !

Sure ! Click the cat.

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#tag game #unconventional writing questions

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Mima Kirigoe & A Giant Floating Head

You, Mima Kirigoe, are connected to A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP) Your partner selected the 18+ server.

Mima Kirigoe: Mima pulled out in front of her house and parked in her spot. She grabbed her purse and got out, closing and locking the door behind her. She happily walked up to her doorstep...and spotted a giant floating head staring at her. "..."

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): The head was perhaps 7 feet from chin to crown. It had fair skin with just a few freckles, plus blue eyes and long red hair. It stared at her while floating a few feet off the ground -- wordless and surreal.

Mima Kirigoe: "...It'll rain later." Mima kept her smile as she turned back to the door, although the genuine light had gone out of it. She took out her keys but, for an odd reason, her hands wouldn't stop shaking, making it impossible to put in the lock. She kept trying until she eventually dropped the keys. "Whoops...!" She joked to herself as she bent down to pick up the keys. She was always such a klutz. Dropping her keys, forgetting where she went, seeing things that obviously weren't there...

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): When she stood back up after dropping her keys, so found herself face to face with an immense head. A huge mouth, a big pale nose, and colossal blue eyes were all right there in front of her. The blue eyes had pupils big enough for Mima to see her own reflection in. Long red hair breezed about in the wind. And Mima could actaully taste the head's breath. It opened its mouth and began to speak in a massive, uber-deep, uber-rich voice due to its sheer size. "I'm real, you know. I'm not a ghost. You aren't crazy."

Mima Kirigoe: "...No, you're not. Miss, you aren't real." Mima broadened her smile and even stepped back to bow to the head. Just because she was a vivid, frightening hallucination doesn't mean Mima couldn't be polite. "My medication must be having an adverse effect on me. When I go in, I'll call my doctor and schedule a check-up to adjust my dosage or to switch entirely. I'm sorry for the confusion."

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): The head just smiled and floated closer -- casually rubbing her huge, soft, and feminine cheek up against Mima's body. Red hair got all over Mina. IT was overwhelming. "Mmn. You're so polite you know that? And yeah, okay. Maybe I fibbed a little when I said I was real. But I had to try and see if I could get you to believe that. I'm sure you understand, right?"

Mima Kirigoe: Mima's smile faltered. She wasn't in a state of terrified denial anymore but now...she's not entirely sure what she feels now. And that scared her more than anything. "You...smell really nice."

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): The humongous head smiled at Mina. It was a confident, friendly smile that displayed warmth, but also self-assurance. "Thanks. You can smell me more if you want. Or touch me. I'll feel totally real to you, Mima. Hell, you ought to give me a name too."

Mima Kirigoe: "Y-yes...there's nothing wrong with that." She finally calmed down, enough anyway, and turned to face her. "Can I call you...Hana? It's common but it's a pretty name." She stepped a bit forward, making eye contact with her.

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): Hana leaned a little closer, peering into Mima's comparatively tiny eyes with her enormous ones . They were so big and blue. It was hard to know which one Mima was supposed to look into. "Perfect. So I'm Hana. I'll be your new companion. And I want to really, strongly advise against adjusting your medication. Keep it exactly as-is. Otherwise, you might destroy me."

Mima Kirigoe: "Alright...Hana, would you like to come inside?" She asked, finally feeling her heartbeat slow down.

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): "Of course. Thank you for being so understanding about all of this." Hana floated toward Mima's door. When it was opened, she leaned forward and squeeze through the doorframe with some effort. Then she elected to float in Mima's living room, just smiling and looking around. "So. I'm sure you have lots of questions..."

Mima Kirigoe: "Not really. This isn't the first hallucination I've had...although, to be honest, you are the friendliest." She said, her smile returning.

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): "That's because I care about, Mima. After all, we're sort of the same. The same brain generates us both. My brain is your brain, so to speak." She smiled and let out a rich, booming laugh. "C'mon, touch me. I won't bite."

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): I care about you*

Mima Kirigoe: "Alright..." Ignoring a good deal of her survival instincts, she stepped forward and slowly reached out to touch both of Hana's cheeks. "They feel...soft..."

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): Her hand felt absolutely miniature against Hana's big, soft cheek. She even brushed her fingers against some of that red hair. It was all so surreal. Hana exhaled softly. "I am soft. I believe my appearance and personality were designed to be appealing to you."

Mima Kirigoe: "I...didn't even know I had a thing for redheads..." She muttered before jerking her hands away in embarrassment. "S-sorry! I didn't mean it like that..." She said with a blush.

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): Hana then floated closer, again pushing her whole cheek up against Mima's arm, torso, and face in a gentle rub. "No, no, no," she said very softly. "Don't be embarrassed. I definitely have a thing for you, MIma..."

Mima Kirigoe: "A thing...?" She blushed brighter. "You aren't suggesting...?"

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): Hana just put on a lopsided smile, showing of her straight white teeth. "What do you think I'm suggesting, Mima?"

Mima Kirigoe: "..." Mima couldn't talk. Was she really considering this? With a hallucination of all things? She hasn't dated since...her "troubles" a few years ago and she never had a serious relationship before her Idol career. Maybe...this head is the result of that? Well, a hypothesis desires an experiment and with that justification, Mima only responded by slowly stripping in front of Hana.

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): Hana just stared at Mima. A firm, confident, blue-eyed stare. As Mima kept undressing, she recognized an element of desire in that stare. Dominance and possessiveness too. "Good. Take everything off. Then spin around slowly so I can get a good look at you."

Mima Kirigoe: Now nude, Mima turned around and showed up her body. She had recovered nicely since the Me-Mania incident. Despite being her early thirties, she had the physique of someone a decade younger, with a somewhat toned back from exercise, a well-firmed ass and nice legs to hold them up. She blushed brighter as she clasped her arms in front of her, her arms pushing her C cups together. "Is...is it good?" She found herself asking like a teen on prom night.

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): Hana stared at Mima's tight, firmed body with obsessive interest. When Mima turned back to face her, Hana was blushing with desire. "Good? No. You're perfect, Mima. I can't even imagine someone better than you. I want you." And with that, Hana floated closer. She pressed a pair of gigantic lips against Mima's torso and kissed gently. Her upper lip covered Mima's breasts and neck. Her lower lip touched Mima's stomach. The kiss was slow, hot, and wet. Hana sucked gently.

Mima Kirigoe: This...this wasn't right. This was nowhere approaching right but it wasn't wrong either. This being is tasting every bit of her...and Mima is enjoying it to a disturbing extent. Her nipples grew erect when her hot breath hit it. Her moans escaped her mouth when she felt her lower lip on her stomach. Her pussy became wet...and not from the spit from her own private head.

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): Hana tasted Mima's whole upper body, then gave her a long, wet lick from her belly all the way up to her face. The gigantic tongue was slick and bumpy, and it rolled over Mima's breasts, neck, and face with slow passion. Then Hana looked Mima straight in the eyes. "Don't fight this. Just accept it. Accept that I'm turning you on." She grinned, then looked down at Mima's crotch -- at the excitement there. she extended her tongue down and pressed the tip of it against Mima's little pussy.

Mima Kirigoe: "I-I'm not fighting it..." She protested with a face full of seemingly fake saliva. In reality, the only thing she was fighting was the urge to sank to the floor from sheer arousal but that body was gone when she felt Hana's tip press against her pussy. With a groan, she sat on the floor, spreading her legs as she tried to make sense of what was happening.

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): Hana grunted, pausing for a moment when Mima sank to the floor. After that, Hana floated lower and extended her tongue again -- licking over one of Mima's hot, smooth little thighs. Then the other. Both had a trail of saliva on them before Hana looked into Mima's eyes with fierce possessiveness and began licking her tiny sex-lips. That great big tongue glided over both of them and her clitoris all at once. Over and over again. Lap after lap after lap, as if licking an ice cream cone.

Mima Kirigoe: "Oh god!" Mima could only moan out as she lied back on the floor and let the head take everything she desired. Her breasts heaved up and down from her panting, her back arched off the floor and she built up a sweat from the intensity of the pleasure she was being given. Despite her moaning, she silently hoped that this moment would keep going, an erotic recursion, so that she would never have to deal with the fallout of what she's experiencing...and that it would never stop.

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): Hana went on and on, licking and prodding Mima's comparatively miniature pussy with that humongous tongue. Sometimes she pressed its meaty tip up against Mima's little sex-lips and clitoris with blunt force. Other times she used a lighter, quicker lick. Eventually she floated down to kiss Mima's thighs and sex in the same gesture, then sucked on those tiny genitals as hard as she could -- slathering them with suction and saliva -- not to mention, heat. Mima had no choice. Against all of this stimulation, no one could have. Hana made her orgasm -- the hardest, most violent orgasm Mima had ever experienced. So violent it was almost unpleasant.

Mima Kirigoe: "Almost" being the key word here. With the absurdist situation, the unfamiliarity of the partner, and the sheer force of the sensation, it should have painful in an almost unrelatable way...yet, it was the ultimate moment of euphoria for Mima. For what seemed like a split second and an eternity, she felt she could see through time itself. For all she knew, she had just given birth to the entire universe in that moment.

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): At that moment, Mima felt something happening in the depths of her mind. As she experienced pure golden bliss. she felt something else happening too. She felt Hana gaining a foothold over her. It was as if Hana's roots were stretching out from Mima's brain, making her all the more entrenched. Not only that, but Mima saw Hana physically grow a bit -- now barely fitting into the living room. The head kept licking as Mima came, continuing for as long as Mima kept experiencing pleasure. But eventually that died down, and Hana allowed Mima to come back to the real world. She just floated over Mima, smiling. "Was that good for you, baby?"

Mima Kirigoe: "Y-yes..." She was still panting, her eyes nearly glazed over. "Hana...please...stay with me..."

A Giant Floating Head (F | 22 | Redhead | Lit. S/RP): Hana, who was now much larger, licked Mima's face with her tongue. Gently. Lovingly. "I will, Mima. Always. You and me will always be together. I'm part of you."

Mima Kirigoe: Mima gave a weak but genuine smile. "...Thank you."

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#mima kirigoe #perfect blue #srp

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laniidae-passerine · 4 years

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WAIT HOLD THE ENTIRE FUCK UP I ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT THE ALIEN GIRL FROM WIZARDS VS ALIENS WAS JUST A GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE LOOKALIKE! THAT IT WAS JUST A COINCIDENCE THAT I DEVELOPED A CRUSH ON GWENDOLINE YEARS LATER LIKE I HAD A TYPE FOR TALL SLIGHTLY BUTCH HOT BLONDES! AND NOW YOU’RE TELLING ME THEY’RE THE SAME FUCKING PERSON?????!!! WHAT??????

#ahsfhudujlaiuseg #WHAT #SJADIUG #I CANT TAKE THIS IVE BEEN GAY FOR THIS WOMAN FOR YEARS #NOT SINCE SHE PLAYED CAPTAIN PHASMA #OH NO #SINCE. SINCE FUCKIN 2014. WHAT #IVE HAD A CRUSH ON THIS WOMAN. FOR 6. WHOLE. YEARS.#SHE WAS PART OF MY FORMATIVE GAY EXPERIENCE #WHY WAS SHE IN THIS SHOW #wizards vs aliens #ARE YOU JOKING SHES ACTAULLY #AHHHHH #I CANT TAKE THIS I CANT TAKE THIS #what is happening here on this day in this house #HELP #gwendoline christie

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flxwersandgxld · 5 years

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❝ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴄᴏsᴛ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴏꜰ 10 ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ʏᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ- ❞

❝ Wᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ? ❞

#● never bloom never fall ; ic #● exquisite still ; open #< kou vc you cant tell but im actaully winking #< is she serious? is she joking? find out next time on the cw

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nikki6551 · 6 years

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I really wish he would see this

#so i just got off the phone with my ex and he was like I'm coming by tomorrow at 5 to drop off your stuff and i was like finally. he was #like you made me lose one of my friends and i was like I'm sorry but like i didnt do anything. like i wish i turned and said you were the #one who did shit and never expected ti get caught. like imagaine if his other friends knew the shit hes done. he wouldnt have those friends #anymore but like its not on me to tell them all. i know he tells stories so that hes the good one. hes never the bad one. like oh my #girlfriend broke into my house. no i told you i was heading over then you decided it was cool to like threaten to break my expensive laptop #then start smashing shit right as you say that. like yes imma run even faster to get to your house. then you learn im almost there and you #drive away with a friend. me atill not k knowing what happned. i get to your house. no answer. i wait then try calling. you blocked me #this isnt some fucking joke but you treated it like it was. you thought it was cool to just fuck with me and then tell everyone that i was #the bad one. nice cause theyll all believe you right? no one know the actual shit that youve done. you dont even know all the shit youve #done. the small brusies ive had because you though it wad okay to shove me into things. the one time you thought it was fine to choke me.#and you never even said sorry. you yelled at me for bringing it up. sure i might have done some shitty things to you but when i destroy your #computer or i go and choke you then go ahead and tell me i was worse than you. i said sorry everytime i thought i was wrong. you never said #it. you even sat there laughing at me when i was crying over things. so no I'm not gonna cry over you. I'm not gonna beg you to stay #if you want me out then fine. i want you out too. have fun with megan. have fun with the chick who actaully doesnt care for you. you are #gonna keep losing people then wonder why youre left with just her. shell never leave you love her too much and she knows that. honestly.#i do wish the best for you ty i really do i just hope that youre gonna figure out what the best shit for you is. get help buddy. actual help #not late night vents with megan or anyone. focus on school. youre not paying for it. take advantage of that. dont be stupid with your money.#you work way to hard to just toss it on cards. honestly. i have a lot of shit i want to say to you but its pointless for me to even write it #all youre not gonna see this shit. and i dont think you would sit and listen to me say any of this. i had a small letter i was gonna give to #you when i gave you back all your stuff but honestly that letter was about me forgiving you for all the shit you did and me saying sorry but #i dont think its relevant now. I'm not sad right now. i really am tired of trying to keep you in my life. i really am over you. and thats #great for me. i think i was finally over you the last time you told me to fuck off and that you hated me. so if thats what you wanted #congratulations #you got it #delete later

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plant-flwrs · 3 years

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a secret santa proposal // george weasley

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a/n: i think this and one more with neville are my last christmas fics! just winter themed ones after that! i actaully love this fic so much, i’ve always been so intrigued by the next generation of weasley kids and this is the first fic i’ve gotten to include them in (plus teddy lupin because i couldn’t help myself). as always, thank you so much for reading <33

(implied female reader)

summary: George gets you the perfect secret Santa gift

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George had gone to Diagon Alley nearly every day this week. His feet hurt when he got home from walking all day, and at some point, he even got some windburn on his lips.

You and George were due at the burrow on Friday for a Christmas dinner. A Christmas dinner that would end with secret Santa gift exchanges.

You had picked Ginny, deciding to get her a lovely scarf and matching cardigan almost right after finding out you got her. George, however, was having a little more difficulty.

George wanted this year’s gift to be perfect. He felt even more pressure knowing you’d be opening his gift in front of his entire family, rather than in the privacy of the flat you shared.

“Honey, come back to bed,” you groaned when you felt his weight shift off the bed, patting your hand on his now empty side of the bed.

“I can’t, shops open soon,” he grumbled, shuffling into the bathroom at the ungodly hour it was.

He had been refusing to tell you who he got, insisting that the secret part was the most fun of it all. You rolled your eyes but indulged his secrecy. This, however, was getting too much. You wanted a lay-in with your boyfriend, for god’s sake.

George walked against the wind- scarf pulled over his lips after learning his lesson- as he neared the shop he had been looking for.

It was a muggle jewelry shop.

The idea had come to him the second he picked your name, but something in him was making him second guess himself. You had been dating for four years, you were serious adults, and he loved you more than anything in his life. Still, he had doubts.

What if you thought Christmas engagements were cheesy? What if you thought he was going too fast? What if you walked out and left him at his family home on his knee?

George paced in front of the shop, glancing at the door and reaching out to open it every once and a while only to retract his hand. Eventually, he worked up the nerve and opened the door. If he was this nervous to even enter the shop, how would he choose a ring? How the hell would he manage to propose?

Once inside, he took off his beanie and shook his hair out, glancing around the store. It was warm and quiet, filled with dazzling amounts of jewelry.

All the hesitation he had felt left him at once, and he knew he had to do this. He knew this was right, and he knew fairly quickly which ring he was going to get you. He left, walking along the street and back to the Three Broomsticks. He entered Diagon Alley, determined to now find a decent fake gift.

On Friday night, you closed the tin for some cookies you had been baking all day, wrapping the tin in a deep red bow. You tucked it under your arm, lifting the gift bag with yours and George’s secret Santa gifts. George was waiting for you in the living room, dressed in a handsome sweater and brown corduroy pants, smiling widely at you.

George had been frighteningly happy recently, though you supposed he was just in the Christmas spirit.

You apparated to the Weasley house, just outside the front door. You raised your hand to knock, but George was already slamming it open with the full force of his shoulder. You followed him inside, glancing apologetically at Molly as she rushed over to hug you both.

“Finally!” she released George and moved onto you, hugging you with a strong grip, “My babies are all home!”

You noticed everyone else had already arrived, gathered around the ground floor of the house. Teddy Lupin and Victoire stood in the kitchen with Fleur and Bill, laughing while Bill hid bits and pieces of food in his wife’s hair. Ron and Hermione sat on the couch with Rose bundled in Hermione’s arms, Ron waving his fingers in her face with a dazed look on his own. Harry bounced James on his knee as he sat at the table next to Ginny, who cradled Albus in her hands as she and Harry listened to Arthur talk about his new muggle discoveries. Percy was standing behind his mother, holding his daughter’s hand as she swayed on her feet, just learning to walk.

Molly held your arms, looking down at what you had brought.

“Did you make these, dear?” she took the tin from your hands, smiling wider when you nodded and brought them to the kitchen.

George took the gift bag from you and moved it to the tree, making his greetings at everyone he passed.

You went to the kitchen, catching Bill’s eye and smiling back at him.

“Y/n!” he called, spreading his arms out to you and pulled you into him. You hugged Fleur, picking the food from her hair as she scolded Bill jokingly.

“Hey Teddy,” you said, placing a hand on the top of his head, “you’ve gotten so tall!”

It was true, the young boy had already shot up like a bean-post, the top of his head stopping at your waist. His bright blue hair stood out even more the higher it got. He looked strikingly like his parents, you thought, with a sad smile.

“Hullo,” he said joyously, leaning into your side and giving you a hug.

“Hiya, Aunt Y/n,” Victoire called from beside Teddy, though a good size smaller, and coming to your other side to clutch at your legs as she hugged you.

“What’re you guys making?” you asked them, looking at the food scattered across the counter Victoire could barely see over. You lifted her up, balancing her on your hip and still keeping a hand on Teddy’s head.

“No idea,” Bill joked from beside you, now putting food in Victoire’s strawberry blonde hair, “having too much fun to care.”

You laughed, and Teddy looked up from your side at Victoire’s now food covered hair. Fleur reached over Bill to swat his hands away, cleaning her daughter’s hair.

“I brought those cookies you guys like,” Bill, Teddy, and Victoire’s eyes lit up, all of them looking around to find them.

“After dinner, you lot,” Molly said as she came into the kitchen, swatting the back of Bill’s head.

She came to your side, reaching for Victoire, and you gladly shifted her over. Teddy seemed consumed in whatever he was making, his brows furrowed in concentration. You left the kitchen, going to the kitchen table where Harry, Ginny, and Arthur still were, along with the children.

James’ face lit up once he saw you, and he held his arms out to you with grabbing hands. He nearly wiggled out of Harry’s grip, and Harry seemed all too happy to hand him over to you once you sat down next to Ginny.

“Hey, love,” she said, bending to kiss your cheek in greeting. You kissed hers, smiling widely at Harry and Arthur. You leaned down to kiss James’ cheek too, sending him into a fit of giggles that made Harry swoon from beside you.

“How are you, James?” you cooed at him, only to be answered with baby noises. You knew it wasn’t approved of, but you did have favorites. Teddy and James had a special place in your heart.

Arthur balanced his chin on his palm, gazing at his grandchildren.

“Happy Christmas,” he said, smiling at you and James.

“Happy Christmas,” you said back, now looking over at Albus who was sleeping in Ginny’s arms.

“Oi,” she said, leaning forward to look at her husband, “your turn, Potter.”

Harry chuckled, standing to retrieve Albus gently from his wife.

“I’m gonna put him upstairs, let him get his rest,” Harry whispered, even though it made no difference compared to the noisy house around them.

Ginny nodded, looking happy to have empty arms for a second. James was still content in your arms, so you decided to stay for a moment, at least until Harry came back. James seemed to have other plans though, eventually making grabbing hands at his grandfather. Arthur seemed to have been waiting for this moment, immediately lighting up and reaching for James. You stood, obliging James’ wishes, and bent to talk to Ginny.

“I’ll be right back, gonna go say ‘hi’ to Ron and Hermione,” Ginny only hummed in response, busy watching her son sit on her father’s lap.

You walked into the living room, where Ron was now holding Rose. Hermione seemed to be sifting through a very full diaper bag, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it had an extending charm.

“Hey, Y/n,” Ron said when he saw you, his tired face lifting in an energetic smile.

Your eyes moved to the spit-up on his shoulder, and you smiled back at him, amused at his joy.

“Hi, happy Christmas,” you said sitting next to Ron so you could look at Rose.

“Oh,” Hermione looked up, holding a clean towel in her hands, “hello, dear, didn’t see you.”

You smiled at her, leaning over Ron to squeeze her hand in somewhat of a greeting. You looked at Rose, fast asleep in Ron’s arms.

“Harry’s just put Albus to sleep upstairs, I’m sure you could put Rose up there, too, if you wanted,” you whispered, careful not to wake the baby.

“Did he?” Hermione said hopefully, then she cast a knowing look at Ron.

“Up I go,” he said with no hesitation, standing carefully from the couch.

Hermione slumped down, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, “This shit is hard.”

You both laughed, and eventually, Ginny and George joined you in the living room.

Ginny held a glass of what looked like an alcoholic drink, smirking at Hermione’s pained look. “Stopped breastfeeding the other day. Good to be back,” Ginny downed her drink, laughing more when Hermione groaned in what you assumed was jealousy.

George had settled into the couch next to you, wrapping his arm around you as he cradled a beer in his hand. You took it from him, stealing a sip and laughing at his groan that was similar to Hermione’s.

“Y/n!” three pairs of stomping feet sounded into the living room, matched with happy giggles. Teddy stood in front of you, James’ tiny hand clutched in his as he helped him stand and walk. Teddy was more dragging James than letting him walk on his own, but Ginny nor James seemed to mind. Victoire was not far behind, stumbling on her own feet as she crashed into your legs.

George picked her up, settling her on his lap and delving into a discussion about how pretty her dress was.

“I made this for you,” Teddy said, holding out a gingerbread cookie that was dripping in enormous amounts of frosting.

“Wow,” you said, carefully taking the cookie, “Teddy, this looks amazing.”

He smiled proudly, barely noticing James retracting his hand and crawling over to his mother. Teddy simply crawled into your lap, nearly too big to do so, and looked down at the cookie in your hands.

“Will you try it?” he said, smiling widely.

You looked down at the cookie, then at Teddy. It looked like a stomach ache waiting to happen, and you tried to think of an excuse not to eat it without hurting his feelings. Suddenly, however, George was leaning over and taking a large bite from the cookie. He then stole the rest of the cookie with his free hand, holding it up to your face. You playfully scolded him, then smiled sweetly at Teddy. George only made you take a small bite, holding out one of the legs with the littlest amount of frosting. You ate it, moaning in delight and nodding your head at Teddy. He swelled with pride, smiling smugly up at you.

You all sat in the living room like that until Molly called everyone to dinner. The table had been moved outside, per usual, and extended to fit everyone. Molly was a firm believer in not having a kid’s table, so the children who could walk rushed to their desired seats. Arthur and Percy sat at the heads of the table, and everyone scattered from there. You and George sat in the middle, and George had to rush to beat James from stealing his spot next to you. Teddy sat to your left, George to your right, and when you weren’t cutting Teddy’s food, George was jokingly pestering you to cut his.

The dinner was as lively as always, and the cold air was barred away by a spell Arthur had done around the house.

Soon, it was time for secret Santa. Molly magically cleared the table, something that made Teddy swoon beside you, and then magically transported all the gifts to the table. She levitated the first one from the bag, and the exchanges started from there.

Fleur had been your secret Santa, and she got you a compilation of books you had mentioned wanting. You thanked her from across the table, showing Teddy and reading to him what he didn’t understand. You watched everyone else get their presents, going one at a time, and finally, with no presents left, Molly levitated your gift to Ginny from the bag.

Ginny smiled widely and immediately put on both the cardigan and the sweater, standing and coming to hug you from behind.

Soon, a large box wrapped in white paper was levitated in front of you. You hadn’t been keeping track of who’s gifts were from who, even though you should have been, and unwrapped the box quickly. Inside was a lovely, blooming plant with bright flowers and a lovely ceramic pot. You lifted it carefully, hearing Molly gasp in delight when she saw it. Then, you heard a round of gasps and looked up from the plant, confused as to why everyone was so surprised by some flowers.

You quickly understood, though, that they had not gasped at the flowers.

Beside you, with his chair pushed away and on his knee, George propped open a small box. It held a gorgeous ring, and you felt your eyes water before you could even take a breath. You hadn’t let him get a word in, and you knew he had a whole speech planned, and collapsed out of your chair and into George’s arms.

He stumbled, nearly falling backward, but wrapped his arms around you. You pulled away, only enough to see the ring he cradled in between your chests, and let out a happy sob. George did too, and you looked up to see his cheeks were wet. You pressed your forehead to his, wiping his cheeks and laughing. You kissed him, hard, but barely managed to because you couldn’t stop smiling.

He pulled away, carefully holding your hand in his shaking hands, and slid the ring onto your finger. You heard clapping around you, and you remembered the rest of your family there. Hermione and Molly had tears running down their faces, and all the children were bouncing in their seats with the energy, not entirely sure of what was happening. Ginny was by your side first, hugging you again, and then George. This broke the flood gates and soon everyone was wrapping either you or George in their arms.

You longed to touch George, but hugged everyone back, just the same, until finally, you could hug your fiancé.

“Happy Christmas,” George said, his face buried in your neck as he hugged you tightly.

“Happy Christmas,” you replied, holding your arm out and looking at your ring from behind George’s back. “God, George, you have impeccable taste.”

He laughed, pulling apart from you and gazing down at you, “Don’t I know it.”

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ghostinthewalls · 3 years

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Hi bestie! I'm bored so can I have a creepypasta match-up please? Also sorry if this is really long.

So I'm a straight girl and I use she/her pronouns. Im a Leo and a ENTP. I'm 5'4 almost 5'5 I'm very pale and skinny, and I have freckles everywhere, especially on my face. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my mid back its kinda fluffy and it gets tangled pretty easily, I also have brown eyes.

My personality can be very strange when you first see me people say I have a resting bitch face and I look intimidating but when you actaully start to talk to me I can be very friendly and goofy! Almost everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcastic. I can be very stubborn, feisty and competitive when I want to be but I like to help people and I'll always listen to someone if they need it. Myself on the other hand hates to talk about my feelings and I'm very closed off, I don't tell anybody my problems and I try to ignore them until I explode basically.

The only way you can really describe me is as the idiot/sarcastic asshole in a friend group.

My style consists of flannels LOTS of flannels, oversized sweatshirts, ripped skinny jeans, tank tops, and band t-shirts. I also love wearing combat boots and converses.

You already know I love 90s and 80s (I personally think 90's is the best) but basically anything under the rock n roll genre I love. My favortie bands are Red Hot Chili Peppers, Alice in Chains, Soundgarden etc. I also like swimming and I was on a swim team for about 9 years and I've received many trophies, medals, ribbons etc. And I have a ton of weird stories from all those years of swimming.

Hey babes sorry for the wait,,,, HERE YOU GO!

I match you with🥁🥁..........

TIM WRIGHT/MASKY!!!

I headcanon Tim as an INFP. I did a lot of research and I read that ENTPs and INFPs go great together! (I'm also an ENTP btw)

Tim is 5'7, so he isn't that much taller than you. But he's tall enough to were he can kiss your forehead, and it's like his favorite thing to do

OMGGG FWECKLES HE LOVES THEM SO MUCHH

Hes a mega simp for them, like no joke

I think I've said this before, but Tim himself has some on his arms, inner thighs, neck, and chest

He loves your hair he thinks it's so pretty🥺🥺

He will absolutely buy you so many hair accessories. Barrette's, bobby pins, hair ties- literally anything you want

He'll even ask to braid your hair! Granted he doesn't know how to but,,,,HE WILL LEARN so please let himm

Brown eyes are so pretty like-

He sings you this song all the time

Says it's "our song"

Tim has the same personality

When people first meet him/talk to him. He is very sarcastic and has a very stoic expression. But after they get to know him he cracks dad jokes left and right

Tim is the definition of stubborn. Try to get him to go to bed at a reasonable time. Go on, try it

He thinks it's so cute that you're feisty, he says you remind him of a chihuahua

He DEFINETLY needs someone to talk to about all his problems

bb boy has so many pent up emotions, that as soon as he starts to open up to you, the dam just breaks

Just hold him and tell him you love him. It's all he wants to hear

He totally understands not wanting to talk about your problems, but he doesn't mind listening to yours

He won't force you to open up, but he lets you know that he's always there for you

He's the dad of the friend group-

You guys wear the exact same thing

He will so give you his clothes, just ask

Twinsiessss

He loves seeing you in his shirts, he doesn't know why; he just does

Tim has a dad bod so all his shirts will be kinda baggy on you

It's so cool that you have the same music taste as him. It just makes him love you even more<3

Will give you all his old CD's from when he was a teenager

I can just imagine him doin the little thumb taps on the steering wheel

This man can't swim to save his life, He just never learned how

He totally asks for you to teach him; and to tell him the stories-

This one's really long wow,,, I hope you like it, it was really fun to write!!

#tim wright x reader #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #tim wright #masky x reader #this took me way too long to make #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #sorry i didnt finish this sooner

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