#cute paper quilling

[thepaperrollgamer]

Another cute design with Cerberus (Kerberos) from Cardcaptor Sakura! For more free designs, check out my blog: paperrollgamer.blogspot.com

#paperquilling #paperrollgamer #paperquillingart #paperquillingideas #paperquillingtutorials #youtube #fanart #paper quilling #cardcaptor sakura #card captor clear #cerberus #keroberos #kero chan #clow cards #clamp anime #clamp #CLAMP #card captor sakura fanart #cute #cute paper quilling #anime paper quilling #Youtube

[lokiusly]

Okay but we’re going to get Loki, playfully using his magic with Mobius, in order for him to prove that —yes, he really is the Asgardian god of Mischief, and he needs Mobius’s help. Right?

#shit on sylki all you want but that train scene where he shows her the fireworks and grabs a quill and paper outta nowhere was CUTE #I just need them to have a similar or better moment than that lmfao #GIVE US LOKI TRYING TO IMPRESS MORTAL MOBIUS THE ATV JETSKI SELLER WITH HIS MAGIC #please @ marvel #lokius #loki show #loki x mobius #mcu loki #mobius #mobius and loki #mobius m mobius #loki laufeyson #loki season 2

[edandstede]

had my first gender appointment and i was scared as hell to have an older cishet man as my gp but he was absolutely lovely, so sweet and kind and understanding, and i felt completely at ease (i was an anxious mess in the waiting room). he’s determined to tick every box for my referral to a GIC and we’re meeting again soon :•)

#slow progress is still progress and all that #just a lovely fella. had a very cute jumper blazer combo #quill to paper #personal

[lovemakesyoudocrazythings]

Hi all it's been a while since I've posted anything on here, but I've started up a fb page for my craft, quilling. I make unique earrings and at the moment I've got a giveaway going on.

Please take a look!!

#quilling #paper #crafts #gifts #earrings #jewellery #facebook page #halloween #christmas #pretty #cute

[ghouljams]

King!Konig writing to his gardener “this place is boring. Nobody’s even tried to kill me yet :( I miss you very much- have you thought anymore on my last marriage proposal? I shall write you again soon :)” while she reads the first word and then throws it into the fire

Literally exactly that:

"Schatz,

I hate it here. I have slept through the night every night since I have been here. There have been no assassination attempts, no poisonings, no excitement. I have been attempting to bait a knight into fighting me, he's weakness walks beside him and hardly seems to realize it. He's supposed to be a violent dog but I have yet to be bitten. It's terribly disappointing.

Have you thought any more about marrying me? The King here is trying to convince me to marry his daughter and-"

You toss the letter in your fire and go to find your own pen and paper. You write out only one sentence. "Marry the princess then," you tap the end of the quill against your lip and write down, "bastard" to finish it off.

König rips your letter open with a half rabid curiosity. His eyes scan over the single sentence. You never write him. It's cute, you're jealous. He wondered if you were reading his letters, assumed you were simply tossing them as soon as you got them, this was a pleasant reassurance. You don't give him many of those.

"Mein Liebe," he writes, already excited for this letter to meet your fire, "you give me the word and I will kill any princess in the way of our walk down the aisle."

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #konig x reader #konig cod #konig mw2 #oc: liebling #könig x oc #medieval au

[daughterofyore]

{{Drabble}} George and his anxiety.

wc;; 661

summary;; George has anxiety about an upcoming speech and you calm him down.

contents;; fluff, sweet nothings, loving caresses, stressed George and signs of mania.

a/n;; although I do write smut mainly I wanted to start filling up my repertoire of work. So, I decided to add in a very small lil drabble for ‘just George’. :)

!!W!!;; none really, signs of his mania? (Shaking hand) and anxiety.

George, sweet loveable George. He sat in the upholstered leather chair at the large mahogany desk in his study, his thumb and index finger pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t raise his eyes to meet yours, he didn’t even glance up as you walked into the study. Your dress hissed along the ground, it’s brilliant floral design cascading down the sides, bedecked with jewels and your hair in a very fashionable up-do. A very classic Georgian era outfit.

You approached his desk, placing a gentle hand on his back between his shoulder blades. “What troubles you dearest?” You question him softly, beginning to rub small circles on his back. He looked up at you, brows scrunched together and eyes glassy. Had he been crying?

“I am… frustrated my dear.” He slapped a hand on top of papers, a quill lay discarded to the right. Ink leaked along the table, threatening to spill off the edge and onto the expensive carpets below. “I have to ready a speech for government. Make my presence known and make sure they remember me.” He scoffed incredulously, shaking his head as if it was hard to believe. “Yet, my nerves will not settle. I am beginning to panic and-“ you noticed his hand began to shake, the tell tale sign of an episode threatening to take hold of him. You squatted down at his side, gently placing a hand on his knee, demanding his unwavering attention.

“My love, I will help you be the best you can be. I know you will do excellently for there is nothing you can’t do.” A small smile tugs at your lips and his quiver in response, fighting back a wave of emotions. “You will be amazing, an excellent king and a wonderful speaker. You need not worry about how they perceive you. You are George, King of the United Kingdom’s.” You stood, taking his face in your hands. Cupping his cheeks and whispering, “And you are my husband.” His shoulders slumped and he stood, now towering over you. He held your gaze, smiling.

“My beautiful wife.” He brushed his fingers along your cheek, they no longer shook. “What would I ever do without you?” His voice broke a bit, but he held firm in not allowing tears to fall. You reached up and squeezed his hand.

“I’m sure you would be fine, I am merely a help.” He shook his head, making a disgusted face.

“You are absolutely not! Yes, you may help me but you are so much more. You are my wife, my love, the mother of my children you-“ He sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to be flush with his front. “You are everything and more. Venus could not compare to your divinity.” You hid your face in his chest, trying to conceal the blush creeping along your face.

“Come darling, let’s go and get some tea to settle ourselves.” You spoke into his chest and he chuckled at your shyness, tenderly grasping your shoulders and pushing you back so that he may see you.

“I love it when you blush. You look so cute.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead and taking your hand in his. He began to walk towards the parlour. He told Reynolds to bring you tea and confectioneries, once he had vanished down the hall and around a corner George spun to you and scooped you into his arms. He began to rush down the hall, eliciting screams and giggles of joy from you.

He pushed the door open with his foot and lay back on a chaise longue, placing you on top of him. He began to trace lazy circles over your stomach once you were both settled. His other hand playing with your fingers. Before the servants knocked on the door with the tea he whispered into your ear, his breath hot and titillating.

“I love you, my beautiful wife.”

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[applebutter-and-cinnamon]

Blushing in the Library

Summary: Reader goes to study in the library only to find that the only open seat is by Regulus, who she finds to be extremely intimidating. He finds her incredibly cute.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Pureblood!Reader

Warnings: Mostly Fluff, Horribly Written Ending

A/N: Guys, this one has been in my drafts for so long. I'm so sorry but I had to get it out of there.

Y/N twisted her quill impatiently between her fingers as Professor Binns continued his lecture. A quick glance at the clock told her that he was 10 minutes past the end of class much to her displeasure.

She'd wanted to get the prime choice of seating in the library as it had begun to fill up as the end of the year testing crept up on everyone. Y/N was one of the few who liked to be in the library all year, she found it soothing. It's rows of books was peaceful and the constant quiet atmosphere was relaxing.

Y/N shared an irritated look with Evan Rosier who sat across from her. He wasn't even supposed to be in this class but he'd needed to make up a test and Binns wouldn't let him hand it in until the lecture was over. As the only other pureblood in the room he'd sat in the seat next to her instead of his usual seat.

"This is bloody ridiculous," he said under his breath.

Y/N silently nodded her head in response. She'd never really had a conversation with him before as he was in the year above her but the etiquette classes she'd been forced to take as a child kicked in before she could stop them.

As her family was tightly connected to the Rosier's, it would've been extremely impolite for the two of them to ignore one another.

The class was tense as he seemed to be wrapping up a final point. Y/N was convinced that even the slightest flicker of a hand could start him off on another point that he had forgotten to mention before.

"Alright, I think that covers everything for today. Don't forget that your paper on the establishment of the Ministry of Magic is due next week," Binns said as the class hurried out of their seats.

Y/N nodded to Evan on her way out the door. He raised both brows and made his way to Binns' desk to turn in his exam. The hallways leading to the library were empty. It was likely that most people had turned to the library after their final classes in the hopes that there would still be some sunlight after dinner.

She opened the large wooden door and let out a heavy sigh, most of the tables were filled up with study groups or friend groups. She walked through the main areas searching for an empty seat where she wouldn't be subjected to already established friend groups.

Y/N was about to leave when she noticed an almost empty table at the back of the library, about as far away from the entrance as the table could be. Of the 6 chairs that surrounded the table only 1 was in use and as she rounded the corner, she understood why.

Regulus Black was the table's single occupant. He was looking down at his paper intently, switching between it and a few books that were open around him. His black curls were tidy and his uniform was neat without a single strand out of place. His posture was perfect even as his brow furrowed in concentration.

Y/N paused. The library was the best place for her to study without getting disrupted but, it was Regulus Black. Slytherin Prefect, Slytherin Quidditch Captain, Perfect Pureblood, Smart, Quiet, Handsome Regulus Black.

She debated it for a minute before moving forward, her skirt brushing along the skin of her legs as she made her way closer to him. She tried to ignore her shaking hands as she grasped her books close to her chest.

"Excuse me," she whispered.

Regulus eyes raised to meet hers, the grey color swirling with his thoughts and threatening to pull her into their depths.

"Would it be alright for me to take a seat at your table?" Her voice was shy and came out much quieter than she had intended but it didn't break.

One of his hands came up to rub the soft skin at his lips, "Sure, I don't mind."

Y/N nodded in thanks, pulling a chair out across the table and situating herself. She was diagonal from him at the 6th chair, leaving him with plenty of table space.

She made it a point to immediately pull out her essay for Binns. She could feel his attention on her as she dipped her quill into her ink and started again from where she'd left off. It took three paragraphs for his gaze to fall back to the books that were splayed out in front of him.

It was hard to ignore him, even when his attention wasn't focused in her direction. His cologne was a woodsy smell that drifted across the table towards her, beckoning her to shift just slightly more in his direction. His breathing was calm and steady, even as he flicked pages back and forth to re-read whatever he found on them.

She'd just wrapped up her final point and was about to work on her conclusion when the chair next to her and across from Regulus scraped against the floor. She glanced up in time to see Evan give them both a broad grin as he collapsed into the chair.

"Well, I wasn't aware that you knew each other," Evan teased. His eyes glancing between Y/n and Regulus.

Y/n felt her cheeks warm and she opened her mouth to explain that Regulus was simply being kind by letting her sit with him, but was interrupted just as she drew breath to speak.

Regulus lifted a brow, "I don't see why that's any of your business."

Y/n didn't know it was possible for Evan's grin to get wider, but his eyes lit up in delight. He shrugged as if to say 'fair point' and rested his chin in his hand facing Y/n completely.

"I'm happy to check that essay over for you. I know from last year how difficult Binns can be on the topic of the Ministry of Magic," Evan offered.

Y/n shifted in her chair as Regulus' attention fell back on her. His brows furrowing as his eyes looked between her and Evan, studying the body language of the two of them.

Y/n, who had a grand total of 3 close friends, felt her cheeks heating at so much interest from two people that she hardly knew. Evan watched her from beside her, eyes glancing down to what she was already working on and shifted closer to her so that he was reading over her shoulder.

Y/n pulled the essay closer to her, "I, um, that's very kind of you to offer. However, it's not finished yet so there's nothing to really look over."

She fiddled with her quill, hoping her vague answer would do it's job in dissuading him. Y/n looked away from Evan and found her locking eyes with Regulus once again. His jaw was tensed and he was unnaturally still in his seat. His gaze searched her's for a moment and he relaxed at whatever he found in her eyes.

He reached out, quickly pulling her essay out from in front of her and on top of the book that he had been reading. His eyes scanned over it for a moment and without looking up, said, "Now, Evan, don't you think if anyone were to look over Y/n's essay it should be the person that she chose to study with?"

Evan smirked, "Not when that person is you."

Y/n froze as Regulus looked up. The two Slytherin's were having some unspoken conversation between the two of them. Regulus' grey eyes, stared unforgiving into the increasingly delighted face of Evan Rosier.

After a minute, Evan let out a chipper chuckle and raised his hands in defeat. "Fine," he teased, "I'll let it go. If you don't do something soon, someone else might do it before you get the chance."

Regulus' glare turned icy, but Evan seemed unperturbed as he turned to Y/n and left with a dip of his head in her direction.

"Ignore him," the deep voice across the table instructed. "Evan doesn't know how to not step in where he is unwanted."

Y/n nodded, "Right, um, thanks."

His eyes softened as they handed her essay back over to her, "It's really good, what you have written so far."

Y/n tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "Thank you. It's not finished yet but I don't think it's too bad."

Regulus smiled softly at her, "If you'd like, I can look over it after you've finished?"

"I don't want to bother you! It looks like you've got a lot to work on yourself," She rushed out.

Regulus shrugged, "I'm not too busy."

Y/n studied him. His eyes shone with honesty and it was true that he didn't seem annoyed with her presence. If anything, he seemed relaxed to have her near him.

"Ok," Y/n agreed, "That would be great."

Regulus smiled softly at her before focusing his attention once again to the information laid out in front of him. Y/n blushed and refocused her own attention to her assignments. She ignored the whispers of other students around them as she worked, trying to convince herself that his smile was one of manners.

She'd almost convinced herself when Regulus cleared his throat, a nervousness in his eyes as he looked at her. The beating of her heart told her that she already knew the answer to the question that he would ask.

#harry potter #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus x reader #regulus arcturus black #regulus black masterlist #regulus black x female reader #the marauders era #marauders era #hp marauders

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey headmage, remember the Tsums that came to school...twice? Well...look at this

*shows Crowley Tsum in hands*

What should we do?

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

“Oh my, if it isn’t a mini-me!!” Crowley exclaimed. He excitedly scooped up his Tsum self from you, marveling at the strange creature. "Salutations, mini-me!"

The bean-shaped being perfectly fit in the palm of his hand. It matched his dress in every way, from the mask to the feathered cape and crisp suit and tie, all crowned off by a top hat on a mop of dark, loose waves. Bright yellow eyes blinked up at the new onlooker.

"Fufu, look at how handsome it is!" Crowley gushed, scratching the Tsum behind a tiny pointed ear. The Tsum shook with happiness and leaned into his finger. "But of course, anything made in my likeness is sure to be brimming with the same charm as I!"

“It fell from the sky and bonked me on the head while I was walking up the path to Ramshackle,” you explained. “It was right after got back from grocery shopping at Mister S's Mystery Shop and the Tsum started to go through my..."

"Aren't you an adorable thing! Yes you are!" Crowley's voice had taken on a high pitch--the sound of a doting parent to an infant or a beloved pet. "I'll bet you're as gracious as you are cute! Cootchie cootchie coo!"

"Um, headmaster? Headmaster? Hello-oooo, are you paying attention to anything I'm saying?"

"Hmm, what?" Crowley startled, registering you for the first time since entering his office. His tone, suddenly dismissive. "Yes, yes, I am listening and taking your report very seriously, Prefect!"

"Great, so you'll take it off my hands for me. it's been a real troublemaker, and I don't know if I can deal with and everything else on my plate."

"A troublemaker? This little fellow? Preposterous! Why, he wouldn't cause trouble for anyone." Crowley patted the Tsum on its head (which blended with its rounded body). It seemed to smile at him, bouncing in place. "Perhaps you might be able to assist me with my oh-so important administrative work? There are some documents that need to be reviewed and signed."

He lowered the Tsum, allowing it to hop onto his desk, where a few papers laid. You watched in silence as the Tsum explored its new surroundings. Poking, bouncing, prodding. His inkwell, the quill.

Anything but the documents—which went completely ignored.

The Tsum turned away, disinterested. It preoccupied itself with taking in the shininess of a nearby candelabra.

You raised an eyebrow at Crowley. It really is exactly like him.

"I-I'm sure he's taking his time! What matters is the quality of work produced, not the quantity nor how quickly is it completed!"

As he protested, the Tsum padded to the edge of the desk and stared over its edge. Then it tipped over, diving into an open desk drawer. The Tsum's rump stuck up in the air, happily wiggling as it swam in a sea of wrapped cookies and candies.

The headmaster let out a distressed squawk. "W-Wait, don't go in there! That's my top-secret snack stash...!!"

He yanked the Tsum out by a stubby foot, dangling it like a ragdoll. A macaron was in the Tsum's grasp, rapidly vanishing into its nonexistent mouth as if being sucked in by a vacuum. Crowley's eyes bulged.

"I tried to warn you," you shrugged. "It finished a whole loaf of bread from my groceries before I fished it out. Speaking off..." You extended a hand, palm up. "I'll need more monthly allowance to replace that bread."

His jaw dropped. Not at your misfortune, you suspected, but at the idea of having to shell out more money.

"Wh-What! Why must I be responsible for such a thing when I'm not responsible for the damage to begin with!?"

"You called it a 'mini-me'," you pointed out, "so take some responsibility for 'yourself' and make things right."

"I-I know I may have said that on impulse, but upon closer inspection... In what way does a Tsum that acts carefree, shirks work, and stuffs his face resemble me?!"

Uh, in every way...

"In any case, I am far too busy with my duties as headmaster to put aside time to monitor this hooligan," Crowley declared. The Tsum writhed in his hold, reminding you of a pathetic worm speared on a hook. "However, it happens that I know of a proven beast tamer who is perfectly suited to keeping him in check!"

His gaze settled on you, and your stomach sank.

Crowley grinned, approaching you and placing the Tsum on your shoulder. It immediately nuzzled up to you, nestling in the crook of your neck.

"I'm counting on you, Prefect!" he chirped, giving a strong, encouraging pat on your back. "My expectations for my students are quite high, and you are certainly no exception to that rule~"

Typical kiss-ups, both the Tsum and the real Crowley.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Dire Crowley #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Two Ravens at the Writing Desk #self insert #Reader #Yuu

[pregnant-piggy]

hey I want wondering if you could do a harry j potter x reader oneshot when the are dating for a few months (takes place in ootp or hbp I don’t really mind which) and reader is still not completely comfortable with cuddling and that kind of stuff with harry cause she just isn’t used to physical contact and one day when harry wants to cuddle with her in the evening she stiffens or flinches and harry is extremely worried (yk him and his adorable overreacting) cause he doesn’t know if she has any trauma or something and you can make the rest up just make it extremely fluffy (only if you want to do it tho I just think it’d be very cute <3)

hi love, so while my requests are technically not open, you were lucky there weren't many requests from my celebration so i did write this :) and it wouldn't be a blurb from me if it wasn't 1.3k words (i swear i'm not doing it on purpose)

Flinch

The fire spit out sparks near your feet as you poured over your Divination homework. You were halfway but it was becoming harder and harder to come up with solutions and explanations of your dreams and with every minute that passed your concentration grew smaller. Not that there had been much to begin with when you'd started, but whether you liked it or not, the deadline was approaching fast.

Just as you'd finished describing your dream of last Thursday—something to do with unruly black hair and glasses—you got interrupted. Someone dropped to the couch behind where you were sitting on the floor and let out a loud sigh. Then in the corner of your eye you saw a flash of red hair darting to the last empty chair on your side, followed by a "How gentleman-like of you, Ron".

Hermione sat down next to you on the floor and glanced at your parchment. "I feel sad for you."

"You should," you said, dropping your quill and massaging your forehead with your fingers. "It's a wreck."

"Wait a minute." Ron perked up from his slouch in the armchair. "Why did you not feel sorry for me when I complained about it today?"

Hermione shook her head. "Because you don't even try, Ron! You predicted you'd be caught by a mob of horses and be forced to turn into a centaur."

"So?" Ron shrugged. "That's just what my dream meant."

"Be careful," you said to Ron. "Or soon you'll dream it's a mob of Hermiones chasing you."

Ron shivered as if that was the worst nightmare anyone could have and behind you Harry barked a laugh. You looked back at your boyfriend and smiled. The dating thing was still new and you were trying to find your way with it, but you were glad to have made him laugh.

"Hush now," you said, waving a hand towards Ron. "I want to finish this."

You did get silence but only for five minutes or so before Ron started to talk about the upcoming quidditch game against Ravenclaw. You, who had been busy coming up with a dream for Friday—maybe Ron's technique wasn't all that bad after all—got pulled from your focus. You tried for ten more minutes, but eventually had to admit that you were doing more bad than good and would have to correct everything you wrote tomorrow so you gave up  You threw your quill down and rested back against the bottom of the sofa, right next to Harry's legs.

Without turning away from his conversation, he laid his hand atop your head and started massaging it.

You froze, heart skipping a beat and pumping twice as fast after. Every muscle in your body grew rigid, frozen, and you carefully moved away, pretending to grab something of the table, but in fact trying to get away as unnoticeable as possible.

No one noticed. Harry's hand fell back but he said nothing nor did he move closer again. With a pounding heart you stared at your Divination paper, pretending you were fixing a mistake.

It wasn't Harry's fault. Really not. You'd never been good with physical contact but you also never thought it a real problem till you got together with Harry. Now each time he wrapped an arm around you or reached for your hand, you froze, panicked, feared. You weren't even sure why.

You also didn't know if Harry had noticed. He had never said anything about it and whenever it happened and you pulled away he seemed not to notice it. But you knew it wasn't fair to him and you did try to do better. Just yesterday he had taken your hand and without too much panic you'd held onto it for the entire walk.

It was a slow process and many times you were on the verge of telling him about it, but you were scared.

After a few minutes of calming down, you got up and sat next to Harry on the sofa, leaving enough space so you weren't touching but no one would think anything of it.

Ron was animatedly telling a story about Flitwick who had fallen off his chair and Harry turned to you.

"You alright?" he asked softly.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." You bit your lip and Harry's gaze flicked down but back up quickly.

"Are you sure?" he went on. "You seem a bit off."

"No, all's good. Don't worry." You shrugged. "Just tired."

"Okay." Harry's mouth split into a smile. "'Cause you'd tell me if something was wrong right?"

"Of course." You tried a smile and apparently it was convincing enough for him to drop the subject.

"It's not that funny, Ron," Hermione said, tearing your focus from Harry. She shook her head while Ron wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

Next to you, Harry smiled lazily. "It kinda was. He made the funniest noise ever." He proceeded to make some high-pitched noise that had Ron roaring with laughter in his chair until he fell off.

"Serves you right," Hermione mumbled, but there was a smile on her face.

You laughed and sunk a little more into the sofa. So much that you almost didn't see what happened next to you. Almost.

Harry stretched out his arm to lay it over your shoulders and before you could stop it, you flinched.

And this time there was no mistaking it. He noticed.

"What-?" he stuttered.

Your eyes were wide, your body frozen in shock. You hadn't meant for it to happen, didn't even know it would happen. You'd been on edge all day, tired, overworked, but you never figured it would end up like this.

And unfortunately not only Harry noticed.

"Ron," Hermione said. "Ron, come on. I want to talk to you."

Ron looked up from where he hadn't even bothered get up from the floor. "Why?"

"Just something." Hermione's eyes flicked to your frozen body and Harry's face that you were too afraid to look at. "Quickly. Come on, Ron."

"Alright, fine. But I don't see what could possibly be so important."

"Just come!"

Hermione quickly left, Ron following after her reluctantly. You were glad she'd given you some privacy, but you didn't want to see the undoubtedly hurt look on Harry's face.

"y/n?" Harry didn't reach out for you and somehow that hurt. "Can you look at me?"

You took a deep breath and looked up. You had expected pain, anger, disappointment, but instead there was only worry and confusion. Harry's eyes were full of concern and that gave you the slightest of hope. He didn't hate you.

"What happened?" he asked softly.

"I'm trying really hard, Harry. It's just... physical contact and touch and everything---it doesn't come easy to me. I don't know why; it's just always been so for me." You looked down at your hands in your lap. "And I want to change that. I do. But it takes time."

Harry was silent for a long time and you didn't look at him. You'd understand if he didn't want to see you any longer, if he wanted to break things off. You'd hate that, of course, but you'd understand.

"We have time."

"What?"

You lifted your gaze to his face. He was watching you with a smile.

"You said it takes time. We have time. All the time in the world if we need."

"You mean that," you realised.

"I do. I don't want to lose you over something like this. We'll find our way with it. I promise."

A watery laugh fell from your lips. You nodded, more relieved than words could describe. He didn't hate you, not at all. Your fears had been ungrounded.

"Thank you," you said. And very carefully, you placed your hand atop Harry's one. Nerves spiked in your chest, but you pushed them down. "It's not that I hate you touching me. It's just a bit more difficult."

Harry turned his hand over and held yours. He was careful, soft.

"That's alright," he said. "I'm still yours."

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[thepaperrollgamer]

PAPER QUILLED RETSUKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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[critrolesideblog]

Essek sat on the floor in the center of the Nein-Sided Tower laboratory. Papers crammed with arcane equations were spread about him in a semicircle, and the slate wall before him contained diagrams and notes copied from the fragile pages of a mostly-destroyed Aeorian spellbook.

"Oh, boy." Caleb had appeared in the doorway, returned from his quest of retrieving possible spell components from his bedroom. He was grinning with the sort of delight most typically seen on the faces of children who'd just received a gift. "Are we shifting into floor mode?"

"It seemed appropriate." Essek grinned back at him as he set the satchel of components down on a nearby table and waved his hands back and forth through the air excitedly. It was a habit Essek found endearing in the extreme. His enjoyment in puzzling over Caleb's subtler body language not-withstanding, his hand-waving was like a brightly-painted sign that said HAPPY and EXCITED.

He turned his focus back to the challenge in front of him as Caleb began carefully tip-toeing his way around the papers. The spell in question sent its target into a maze in a demiplane. Essek supposed it could have practical uses under the correct circumstances, but really it excited them simply because it was, well, fun. The demiplane foundations had been a wonderfully engaging brain teaser to solve, but the randomization of the maze was proving to be a much more complex bit of arcana. And complex arcana simply made more sense on the floor.

He was certain the fragment on the upper right corner of page twelve of the spellbook held the key to the puzzle. He copied it neatly onto a fresh piece of paper and considered it. It took some time before he noticed Caleb was watching him in his periphery rather than examining the equations on the ground, a soft smile on his face.

"What?"

"This thing you do when you're thinking hard," Caleb replied after a moment, tapping his fingers on his chin in demonstration. Essek's own fingers stuttered to a halt. He had long ago trained his hands to find other, less-obtrusive outlets for their energy when not in the comfort of his own home, but this time he had not caught himself. Before he could apologize, however, Caleb continued. "It … It's cute." There was a hint of bashfulness to the way he turned his head back towards the papers on the ground that, combined with the lingering boyish excitement, made him look as young as he was.

"Cute?" Asked Essek, once his senses returned to him. "I do not think I have been called cute in a hundred years, if that."

"I find that hard to believe. We were calling you 'hot boi' within an hour of meeting you."

"Well, 'hot,' certainly. Handsome. Sexy, perhaps." This earned him a grin from Caleb, and he tapped his fingers against his chin as he thought it over. "Hmm, not cute, though, no. At least, not to my face."

"I will have to add being the first to do so to my list of accomplishments."

Both grinning, they turned their focus back to the puzzle at hand. They settled into a comfortable silence broken only by the tapping of fingers and the scratching of quill against paper, until a solution struck Essek like a lightning bolt.

"We need to apply Petjyre's Possibility Theorem!"

Caleb was already in motion reaching for the nearest piece of chalk. "Ja, ja, and we can apply Wysaric's rune to stabilize the containment field."

And off they went.

#might I interest you in a little neurodivergent-nerds-in-love fluff this morning? #WIP wednesday in that I wrote this instead of working on my WIP #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #my writing tag #I hope the wizardly jargon at the end is sufficiently ridiculous 😌

[edandstede]

my fiancé was bent over getting a load of washing out of the machine and i walked in like “nice bum, compliments to the chef” and he’s so used to my bullshit he didn’t even react i’m 😭😭😭

#he’s so cute though i love him #quill to paper #personal

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Beauty & the Beast's Christmas

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors. Not proofread.

Gilbert von Obsidian's story (JP) from the last collection event.

~ I'd love to give you a Christmas gift, and yet ~

On Christmas night, everything outside the window was covered in pure white snow.

Gilbert: “Here, this is my Christmas gift for you.”

Suddenly, Gilbert hugged me from behind and attached a brooch to the neckline of my dress.

Gilbert: “I tried to make it with you in mind.”

Emma: “Wow, thank you! It’s so cute.”

The brooch, depicting a baby rabbit with colorful gems, was delicately crafted and beautiful.

Although I should have been happy about it, I’m currently preoccupied with something else.

(I haven’t prepared a gift for him. What should I do?)

Gilbert: “Hm? Why the long face? Aren’t you happy?”

Emma: “I’m happy! But I haven’t prepared anything for you.”

Gilbert: “Oh, so you were worried about that after all.”

Emma: “It’s not like that. I wanted to go shopping, but you forbade me from going out.”

Gilbert: “I can’t let you go to a crowded city right before Christmas.”

Gilbert: “Unless you don’t mind me being jealous.”

(He’s saying things like that again.)

(It feels unfair that he’s the only one giving a gift.)

Emma: “I also wanted to give you a gift since Christmas only comes once a year.”

(Is there anything I can at least prepare?)

(I’ve already made a Christmas cake, but it doesn’t feel special enough to call it a gift.)

Emma: “I got it! Gil, I’m going back to my room to write a letter.”

(I get the feeling that he's the kind of person who treasures even old letters.)

(I'm sure he'll accept it.)

Gilbert's red eyes lit up with happiness all of a sudden.

Gilbert: "You're going to write me a letter?"

Emma: "Yes! I'll write it quickly and bring it to you."

Gilbert: "What are you talking about? You can write it here."

Emma: "What? Write it here now?"

Gilbert: "Yes, right here, right now."

(It's way too embarrassing to write a letter in front of the person you're sending it to!)

He smiled and quickly prepared a piece of paper and a quill.

(He closed off any escape route in an instant!)

Reluctantly sitting in front of the desk, I gripped the quill, and he stood close behind me.

Emma: "Um, it's hard to write with you staring at me like that."

Gilbert: "It's okay. Just pretend I'm not here and write."

Emma: "It's not that easy..."

Despite my protest, it was clear that he wouldn't listen, so I mustered the courage to write.

("Dear Gilbert...")

Gilbert: "Isn't it supposed to be 'To my beloved Gilbert'?"

(Ugh...)

With every sentence I wrote, he interjected with advice or suggestions.

Gilbert: "Hey, what's wrong? Your pen stopped."

Gilbert: "How about writing more about the things you love about me or using words of love?"

(That's impossible. It's too embarrassing!)

Emma: "Doing that in front of you is just too much!"

Gilbert: "Oh, little rabbit is so shy. Should I make it less embarrassing for you?"

Emma: "Are you going to move away from me?"

I turned my head in anticipation, only to have my lips captured in a sudden kiss.

His tongue stirred my mouth passionately, igniting a warm sensation throughout my body.

Gilbert: "See? Now, it's not embarrassing anymore. But your hand has stopped, so hurry up and write."

Emma: "I really can't do this!"

(I’m even more embarrassed than I was earlier!)

Gilbert: “You’re going to give me a present, right? I’m really looking forward to it, so do your best.”

Emma: “If that’s the case, please don’t tease me.”

Gilbert: “Ahaha! Ordering me around, huh? Emma, you’re quite fearless.”

He laughed and slowly bit my earlobe, causing me to squirm.

Then he opened the collar of my dress and bit my shoulder.

Emma: “Gil, writing it down is pretty difficult, so I’m just gonna say it in words.”

Gilbert: “No. I like letters. So, come on, write until the end.”

Gilbert: “While you write the letter, I’ll tell you words of love.”

Gilbert: “Fufu. I love how even when you’re in a bind and at a loss, you still won’t let go of the pen.”

Emma: “You’re so unfair.”

(No matter how many words I write, Gilbert always manages to surpass them.)

(But I can’t lose. Right now, I want to convey all the overflowing love in my heart to him.)

I continued to express my feelings for my beloved in a letter while accepting the unstoppable sweet evil.

➟ Ikepri Translation Masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #cybird

[pinkiedev]

G/T Fluffy Domestic Story Idea

Okay I highkey wanna write this but idfk when, so if anyone else wants to give it a shot (or already has) lmk so I can read it big plz and thank ;-;

G/t story where friendly giant builds whole house to be Tiny accessible while the tiny sits nearby swinging their legs and watches and chats them up, maybe helping where they can or giving pointers over things they struggle with and would need help for:

Walkways up to counters/higher surfaces

pulley systems?

little ladders and staircases everywhere

hehe some slides for the way down

Ways for tiny to turn on sinks for water/showers

giant makes it so all drains have grate bottoms so there's no risk of tiny falling through

maybe a shoelace attached to faucet so tiny can climb out

Safely carrying tiny

if on shoulder, could be interesting if giant has an earing that tiny can attach a harness to so they can't fall (or maybe tiny just holds onto earing like one of those handles for tall people in trains)

giant makes comfy chest pockets in all the shirts they wear at home

Private nook for tiny's bedroom/nest

with a somehow working toilet XD

a cute little wardrobe filled with clothes either the giant or tiny (or both) made

soft bed, maybe out of a commandeered pillow or some of the giant's old clothes

tiny-sized mirror made from smoothed out shard of a larger one

Little sitting areas all over the house

in front of/on windowsills that get direct sunlight

a mini dining table on top of giant's dining table

Mini greenhouse

for fresh fruits/plants/veggies for tiny to pick/care for themselves

flower garden full of those little flower types <3

maybe a mini water fountain

Food storage spot for tiny that's constantly restocked

teeny containers to keep crumbs and the like fresh

something to keep fresh produce cool??

Appliances

tiny cups/plates/utensils (bought or made by giant?)

whittled down graphite for pencils

maybe a teeny inkwell to dip a pin in for a quill/pen

sheafs of paper meticulously cut into the perfect size for tiny

maybe an old iPhone is bought as a TV for the tiny XD

Ways to make sure tiny stays safe while living with a giant

Giant doesn't wear headphones at home and keeps music low

Tiny is properly accounted for before any cleaning gets done (especially vacuuming HA)

Little bells all over the house so tiny can call for help if they need it

Helium balloons periodically exchanged for fresh ones that tiny can tie around their waist when crossing over the floor so they're easy to spot ;3

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imma prolly keep adding to this as thoughts come to me, but ye this was stuck in my brain like friggin' glue so I had to spill it out, no two ways about it

#g/t #gt community #gt writing #borrower #giant tiny #giant/tiny #borrowers #story ideas #story prompt

[sketchingstars03]

A Squid and his Kids

Splatoon x UTMV crossover who’s this? 👀

They’re taking a little nap together! Shhh! Don’t wake them~

But yeah these are some of my interpretations of Ink and some of his fankids as Splatoon Inklings/Octolings! In swim form of course ;3

Baby inkfish are so cute aren’t they? ^w^

Now for credits!

Ink Sans belongs to @comyet ofc

Splatter (no not the combo) (pale yellow squid) is mine <3

Blueprint (blue octopus) belongs to @pepper-mint

Palette (lime squid) belongs to @lasserbatsu

Paper Jam (pink and yellow splotched octo) belongs to @7goodangel

Gradient (teal gradient octopus) belongs to @askcomboclub

Acrylic (baby Inktoling with the halo) belongs to @hexcia

and Quill (pale blue squid) belongs to @twinribbonz !

#undertale au #utmv #sketchingstars art #ink sans #splatterutmv #blueprint sans #palette roller #paperjam #gradient sans #hexverse acrylic #quill utmv #splatoon #inkling #octoling #inktoling #baby inkfish #inkling squid #splatoon x utmv #good dad ink sans

[shoccolatine]

if they did ASMR...

╰┈➤ ❝ LUCIFER. ❞

roleplays, whispering or soft-spoken, "study with me" kinda vids except it's him doing his paperwork, quill scratching on paper sounds, personal attention, brushing your face/the mic with feathers.

╰┈➤ ❝ MAMMON. ❞

coin sounds (either clicking a couple together or playing with a handful), roleplays/rambles, personal attention!! face touching and words of affirmation, mostly soft-spoken but sometimes whispering.

╰┈➤ ❝ LEVIATHAN. ❞

slime (esp with those cute themed charms/beads)!! controller/fidget toy clicking & tapping, cosplay roleplays, whispering, face touching.

╰┈➤ ❝ SATAN. ❞

reading (soft-spoken, whispered, or inaudible/intelligible), book/paper tapping & scratching, those cute cat pampering spa vids.

╰┈➤ ❝ ASMODEUS. ❞

massage/facial spa/makeup!! very personal attention oriented, also gentle things like mic/face brushing, hair brushing, mic kissing, and lots of whispering.

╰┈➤ ❝ BEELZEBUB. ❞

mukbang, lots of mouth sounds, words of affirmation, soft-spoken or whispering, be prepared to hear tummy growls in the bg too.

╰┈➤ ❝ BELPHEGOR. ❞

"i beat you until you're unconscious asmr" (inaudible) whispering, sensory things like touching blankets/pillows/faux fur/textured items, face touching, very gentle and slow movements, "i do asmr until i fall asleep" videos (because we all know he'd always put himself to sleep).

#obey me #obey me x reader #lucifer #lucifer x reader #mammon #mammon x reader #leviathan #leviathan x reader #satan #satan x reader #asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #belphegor #belphegor x reader #hcs