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ok-i-draw · 1 day

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Spring cleaning:

Harriet’s first husband:

After Harriet divorced him:

Hopper huntsman father:

Harry Harvestmen!

Harry Harvestmen:

A retired famous tennis player who just so happens to be hoppers father!

During his prime, he was the face of tenis, with his skill and good looks, he brought a crowds that would go on for miles! But nowadays, in his humble retirement, he spends his days relaxing and staying away from the spot light.

More info on him:

He tries to be this suave bachelor that has women constantly coming on to him, but in reality, he’s a pathetic mess of a man.

After the divorce from Harriet, he’s been trying to get her back, not Harriet and Hopper, just Harriet.

He’s constantly heartbroken and misses the true love of his life.

When having hopper on weekends, he wants to know everything Harriet’s doing and if she said anything about him, desperately trying to win her back.

And when she eventually did remarry, he was devastated. And got excited when she divorced her second husband.

#WOW!#Been doing this for a while!#sorry yall #with school about to close and me preparing to graduate #shit gets crazy #anyways here’s Harriet’s first baby daddy #Harry Harvestmen #welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home art #welcome home original character #welcome home fanart #welcome home fan character #welcome home fan art #hopper huntsman #Maria Mendez #love me my pathetic men

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witchinatree · 3 months

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i'd like to add on to my surprisingly popular magnus protocol theory, i don't think you all understand how devestating this truly is for jon and martin

jonathan "refuse to become another goddamn mystery" sims is now the mysterious text to speech glitch on an old ass computer

martin "not lonely anymore" blackwood is now (possibly) completely alone for an unknown amount of time, unaware that his boyfriend is right there with him

we all wanted the "jonathan blackwood, actually" moment and instead we don't even know if they know they're together

#sorry yall #i just love making people sad #kinda weird i dont read fanfic though right??#this could be a gut-wrenching fic feel free to write #the magnus pod #the magnus archives #tmagp #magnus protocol #jon sims #the magnus protocol #martin blackwood #jonathan sims

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twis-world · 2 months

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The Remedy That Is You (Riddle Version)

Mentions: Fluff, Riddle-Centric, Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader

No matter how many a time the students of Nightraven College witnessed how their Housewarden did a complete 180 in your presence, it never ceased to amaze them.

It eventually got to the point where a majority of students began to question if you really were magickless. There was just no way your mere presence could bring out such light in their eyes, face softening and a smile so tender it was as if they were gazing upon one of the Seven.

Just how did you do it?

Riddle

“You imbecile!” Riddle’s voice boomed, echoing all throughout Heartslabyul. Fear set into all who heard it, a chain reaction flowing through their bodies as their hearts beat quicker, palms growing clammy in a cold sweat. No matter how many times their beloved Housewarden proved that he had changed, that he was no longer the cruel tyrant they all once feared, it did not stop the utter terror that ran through them when they did succeed in trying his patience.

Especially when it concerned the prized animals they cared for.

“Have I not made it clear several times that you are not to directly hit the hedgehogs?” Riddle continued to scream, face flaming red as he cradled the delicate creature in his arms. Whether or not the poor thing was shaking of its own account or fear of the one holding it was to be determined, but it mattered not with all eyes on the beholder. “Are you so dense that you cannot remember something as simple as that?”

“Housewarden Riddle,” the victim stuttered. It was a first-year clearly, face deathly pale and looking as if his soul would leave his body any moment in a fit of desperation. Anything to get away from such a ghastly scenario. “I-I…I swear it was a-a-an accident-”

“How do you accidentally do such a thing?” Riddle snapped back, nearly frothing at the mouth as he marched forward into the other’s space. The surrounding students gasped, taking a step back in turn and preparing for the inevitable as his hand noticeably itched for his pen. The first-year clearly noticed as well, eyes bulging and feet shifting in preparation to run if need be. “Even so, there is no room for such impertinence. Why, I should have your head for that!”

“Riddle?”

The effect was almost instant.

The speed at which the male stepped back was almost inhuman, head snapping back so quickly a few flinched at the thought of such inevitable whiplash. The snarl on his lips dropped, not taking on a smile but smoothing out the lines his earlier scowl created. In fact, the only evidence of his incredible fury from but a moment ago was the ever present brightness of his face, taking its time in ever so slowly draining away.

Then, they saw it.

The moment you managed to break through the crowd, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape as you surveyed the situation, the sharpness in his gaze disappeared. It was almost comical how instantly his pupils blew, nearly overtaking the storm in his eyes. Some swore that if it were possible hearts would most definitely be shining from his orbs, beating in tune with the one confined by his mortal body yet still promised to you.

Great Seven, the way he greeted you as well. It nearly ached how tenderly a soft ‘My Rose’ escaped from his lips, and it was then they all knew that in his mind the rest of the world faded away until all that lay within it was you.

“Ace nearly gave me a heart attack when he blew up my phone, spewing nonsense of a bomb about to blow the whole of the dorm,” you gently teased, stepping towards him with such ease despite the still shaking of Riddle’s body. Yet, as you placed a delicate hand on his arm, the tremors all but disappeared. “Guess he wasn’t that far off for once.”

The red fury on his face was now one of shame and embarrassment, tucking his head down and staring as he gently calmed the still shaking hedgehog. “He exaggerates…” he nearly mumbled, refusing to look up at the gentle smile you were giving him.

You stared at him with the same fondness he just had moments ago, thumb softly rubbing against his arm. Words could not explain the relief they all felt when you looked up at them all and nodded your head back to the main dorm building, silently giving them permission to finally escape.

At the sound of their retreat Riddle’s head shot up, confusion evident. “Who gave you all permission to leave?” he called out, stepping out of your grasp and staring at their retreating backs. If his hands weren’t occupied you were sure he would be waving them in a blind fury. “Come back! You have yet to-”

“Riddle,” you interrupted, cupping his face in your hands and turning his gaze to you instead. It was a miracle that he had yet to pass out, blood still continuously rushing to his face as he had no choice but to lock eyes with you. Fingertips caressed under his eyes, exaggerated breathing from you goading him to follow with, not once turning away. Not daring to escape the land you’ve trapped him in.

He didn’t know how much time passed, just the two of you standing there and the animal in his arms long since passed out, nor did he care. Just your touch alone was enough to soothe his soul, your gaze and sweet words were simply a bonus that he thought himself unworthy of, yet here he was.

“There we go,” you cooed, dropping your hands but not once breaking contact from his face. Down his cheeks that you held for a moment, nails barely scraping down his neck in tune with the pleasant shiver it sent down his spine, dancing across his shoulders and tickling his waist before coming to a stop there. “Why don’t we sit and enjoy some tea to help calm you down more, hm?”

“It’s not yet past the lunch hour,” he responded, yet almost drunkenly. “Rule 148 states-” The small burst of laughter that left you was enough to shut him up, watching as your head tilted back and shined even brighter than the sun that warmed you both. He decided that he really didn’t want you to stop anytime soon. “Though…though I suppose I could make an exception…”

A few more chuckles rang, and you gave him another playful smile along with a gentle squeeze. “How kind.”

Yes, yes you really were quite magical.

#fun fact this was supposed to have riddle AND malleus but my lazy ass settled with this #sorry yall #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #x reader #gender neautral reader #x gender neutral reader #disney twisted wonderland #fluff #riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts

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thinkingofausername · 14 days

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can yall imagine the giddiness you'd be feeling if you were with astarion? cause like... i'd never digest it, i just couldn't settle down.

imagine having that gorgeous gorgeous man, so very charming and special and attentive and fun and sweet as your partner. sometimes he seems unreal, an eternal and divine being with starlight in his hair and passion in his eyes. underneath the snarky, flirty, uncaring performance is a person so unique, so enduring, so unfalteringly strong in his persistence. amidst the horror and abuse he didn't go crazy, didn't lose that innocent and yearning spark. you'd look at those vivid and expressive eyes, hear that wavering and genuine voice, feel those tentative and soft hands and you'd be undoubtedly sure of the goodness in him; the goodness within his capability.

imagine looking at a person so deeply precious and knowing he's been hurt and used so much. imagine feeling nauseous at the thought. imagine knowing that despite that he's still brave enough to seek and receive affection and companionship - the things he's never known and yet he has enough courage to trust you to show it to him. you're his first and only experience with softness and boundaries and a person who has never had control of himself has given himself to you - given you the chance to teach him.

you get to look at that inhumanely beautiful person, so very clever and appreciative, and you know that he chose you. he holds you so tightly because you're the first thing he's had. you're the refuge, the kind word and hand he never thought he'd have. sometimes you look at him and get struck with the potential and power in him, and not the materialistic, ugly power. the power that lies within a person who has emerged from agony and given the world a chance to treat him differently instead of giving up entirely.

he's all that and despite his bravado, you know he doesn't see it. you know he feels a phantom rot within himself. you know that he could be the most beautiful person in the world, and he will - with time and love and healing. and you get to watch it happen. and he cherishes every second you spend by his side.

#i lost track a bit #sorry yall #i love him very much #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion ancunin x reader #angst #fluff #h/c

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dailyfrank · 2 months

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#sorry yall #frank iero #my chemical romance #gerard way #uhm #anyone read any good frerard fics recent #slash gen i wanna get back into reading mcr fic. sorry!

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leafwateraddict · 17 days

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Whoa wow where did this come from-

#I need to calm down with the angst 😭#sorry yall #sansnomaly #in a way #sans #leafs art

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unclewaynemunson · 2 years

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Over time, Steve becomes increasingly more tactile with Eddie. It starts with him leaning back into Eddie's space whenever Eddie talks to him, but soon starts developing into casual touches on his back and arms, and then to his fingers tangling into Eddie's curls, and the two of them snuggling up to each other when they're drinking and watching movies from the tiny couch in the Munsons' trailer.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd start suspecting you were gay, Harrington," Eddie says one time when Steve absentmindedly traces his fingers over the smooth skin of Eddie's cheek. It sounds joking, but there's a coldness behind it, and Steve pulls back immediately, ashamed of the way he loves Eddie and the brusque confirmation that Eddie doesn't feel the same way.

He doesn't touch Eddie anymore, after that. He stops sitting next to him on the couch, stops leaning into him, keeps his hands as close to himself as possible. Eddie is relieved that Steve's keeping some more distance between them: he was freaking out about how all those casual sweet touches were becoming far too meaningful to him, how he started reading things into them that obviously couldn't be there, how he started feeling things he shouldn't be feeling for Steve. But it leaves Steve heartbroken, yearning for Eddie in a way he can't have him. He feels fucking stupid for assuming that there might be something between them, because of course there wasn't, he should've known that Eddie would never love someone like him.

EDIT: I see way too many people freak out about this in the tags/replies, PLEASE DON'T because i wrote a pt2 almost immediately after

#sorry yall #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things

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rainee-chu · 17 days

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