#eventually i decided black hair looked the coolest

[tesserat]

Went feral, drew Tony Stark in under three hours, I’m tired, I crave sleep, but mostly I crave world domination.

#my first time drawing tony #i suffered #but i'm ecstatic about it #tony #stark #tony stark #mr stark #iron man #ironman #irondad #iron dad #fanart #tony fanart #yes i gave him black hair #he's kinda mcu-tony inspired #but i also checked the comics #and the animated series #eventually i decided black hair looked the coolest

[mikkeneko]

Autumn Wins You Best By This (a birthday gift for shen qingqiu)

Felt like writing something for SQQ's birthday, but none of my SQQ related projects were anywhere near completion. So I decided to write a totally unconnected scrap of bingqiu fluff. No plot, no setting, just the two of them talking about Shen Qingqiu's crippling imposter syndrome. Enjoy~ *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*

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Xiu Ya flew like an arrow through the air, embedding itself point-first in the Oxen Devouring Flame Grub's carapace. The point found a crack in the creature's natural armor plates, and with a powerful pulse of spiritual qi, tore it apart.

Bug guts, lightly flaming, showered gently over the ravine. Luo Binghe applauded enthusiastically, his eyes shining. "Shizun is so cool!" he cried out. "Taking out the beast with a single blow -- my master's power truly is without peer!"

Shen Qingqiu lifted his hand, making a sword seal to bring Xiu Ya back to its sheath. A grimace ticked up the side of his mouth just a hair; anyone less attuned to the microexpressions of Shen Qingqiu's face would not have noticed it.

Luo Binghe, of course, was and he did. 

He waited to say something about it until they were back on their journey, past the interruption caused by the rampaging monster. He nudged his way over to Shen Qingqiu's side, and bullied his way gently into the line of his gaze. "Shizun," he asked. "Why don't you like being complimented on your skill?"

Shen Qingqiu looked away, embarrassed. "Binghe has noticed?" he muttered.

"It's not only when I say it," he replied. "You don't like it when the other Peak Lords comment on it, either. Even when its civilians praising your skill as a cultivator, it makes you uncomfortable."

Shen Qingqiu stayed silent for a long time, but Luo Binghe knew him well enough by now that he would answer, eventually, if he wasn't pushed. Indeed, after another half-mile of travel fell behind them, Shen Qingqiu sighed and capitulated.

"Binghe knows, does he not," he began, "That this master... is not the original Shen Qingqiu."

Luo Binghe nodded. He'd always known there was something odd about Shen Qingqiu, but that particular truth had come out in a spectacular manner when the System that had pulled him into their world in the first place began to break down, glitching spectacularly and pulling Shen Qingqiu into uncontrollable fits in its death throes. Luo Binghe had to go into Shen Qingqiu's dreams and memories at that time, and had seen a world there that was alien to his own eyes.

Shen Qingqiu had told him that much, afterwards. He'd had to tell him something. But they'd never really talked about it. What could he possibly say?

"Then you know... that this power wasn't something I worked for," Shen Qingqiu confessed. "When I awoke in this world, Shen Qingqiu -- the first Shen Qingqiu -- had already cultivated into a powerful immortal. All that you admire, it's his accomplishment, not mine. Every use of that power is a reminder of that -- that I am a fake, a loser." What the hell am I doing here...

Luo Binghe fell silent for a long moment, leaving Shen Qingqiu to stew in his own imposter syndrome. But Shen Qingqiu could see the thoughts whirring furiously inside his head.

"Shizun," Luo Binghe said in the end. "Do you think this disciple is also a fake?"

"What?! No!" Shen Qingqiu flailed and sputtered. "Why would -- not at all!! Binghe is the coolest, the strongest, the emperor of all demons --"

"But I didn't work for this strength, either." Luo Binghe held up his hand, flexing his fingers so that the black claws would extend from his fingertips. "This power, this royal lineage that the demons bow to... It was just handed to me, when my demon blood awoke. Does that make me a loser?"

"Of course n --" Shen Qingqiu broke off, sighed. He saw the trap, he saw the point Luo Binghe was trying to make, but -- "It's not the same."

Luo Binghe tilted his head to one side. "Why?"

Why, indeed. How was Shen Qingqiu supposed to answer that?!

"Because... even if your power is innate, you still had to learn to use it," Shen Qingqiu said at last. "It came on you without warning, you had to practice and train --"

Luo Binghe was nodding along, a smug little smile on his face.  Shen Qingqiu broke off, rolling his eyes. Cut him a break, please! Binghe is the ultra-cool protagonist, and Shen qingqiu is just an old man who spent all his time on the internet! We are not the same!

"And besides... you paid for your strength in other ways," Shen Qingqiu said softly. The story had turned out well in the end -- or at least, better -- but a part of him would always still ache at what his poor white lotus had gone through. "You had to suffer... you were afraid."

Luo Binghe shook his head. "I don't think suffering made me better, Shizun," he said, matching Shen Qingqiu's tone for softness. While Shen Qingqiu was reeling from that, he followed it up with: "And besides -- I think that when you came here, you were afraid, too."

Yes. 

Yes, he had been afraid. Of the new world generally, of his own destined fate specifically, of being found out, of fucking things up -- even of Binghe, small and cute as he had been back then.  But what was his fear, his pain, in the face of Binghe's?

Luo Binghe hadn't finished talking. "Maybe you were given power you didn't work for. But, so was I," he continued. "I don't think where power comes from matters as much as what we choose to do with it. And you have always chosen to be good with it."

Shen Qingqiu swallowed. He had a lump in his throat and an itching in his eyes, probably some monster ash that had gotten blown in his face. "I don't deserve you," he said, and his voice came out very small.

"I choose you," Luo Binghe said firmly. "You are the man I love, and I would not want you to be anyone else."

#bingqiu #mikke fics

[hannibals-hubcap]

Niccals Headcanons because I’m losing my mind over here:

- Little kids crave attention and validation especially from distant parents, I like to think Murdoc and Hannibal use to have like sibling rivalries for their fathers attention and validation when they were younger. The most they got was a clap on the back but that was still something!

- Hannibal had that iconic “I hate the new baby!” phase. Especially since Murdoc was a surprise and bunking with Hannibal and y’know babies are loud and smelly 😞

- Murdoc was very late in his development and by that I mean he wasn’t talking or really walking at the proper ages since Sebastian really didn’t care enough. So I imagine 8 year old Hannibal sitting with Murdoc and trying to get him to talk. Or standing up and holding Murdoc’s hand to encourage him to stand. He got it eventually

- Speaking of first words I’m positive Murdoc’s was something provocative like “fuck” while Hannibal’s was more normal. Maybe Hannibal’s was “Dada” or something.

- Hannibal definitely self-pierced his ears and it got madly infected. Murdoc laughed at him.

- Hannibal cut his own hair growing up when he was about 10 and beyond and Murdoc thought it was the coolest thing ever.

- I’d like to imagine Hannibal when he first started getting into the punk scene in the 70s decided to give himself an undercut mullet and then later decided to buzz it. Was not the best look but when it grew back it was short and shaggy. 🤗

- Hannibal taught Murdoc to steal, smoke, gamble, argue, fight, ect.

- Hannibal didn’t nearly get smacked around as much as Murdoc since he was at his Mums for some of the time but he still had his fair share of black eyes from Sebastian.

- Hannibal had a little lisp when he was just a lad and probably got bullied and/or was told to knock it off that eventually he forced himself to fix it.

- Hannibal’s Mum was one smashing lady in the 50’s but I do think the pretty privilege went to her head a bit. Still she is in contact with Hannibal and while she is probably borderline verbally abusive she’s not one for major beatings so Hannibal probably honestly prefers her house.

- Hannibal didn’t do week on week offs with his Dad and Mum, Sebastian had main custody (not his choice) and Hannibal’s Mum would visit for birthdays and pick him up for occasional weekends and holiday celebrations.

- While both Murdoc and Hannibal definitely have mystery half-siblings from Sebastian I’d like to think Hannibal’s Mum remarried and maybe popped out 1 or 2 more babies. Hannibal has no real relationship with his half-siblings on his Mum’s side nor his step-father probably but he knows they exist. Dealing with one snot nosed brother is enough. 🙌

- I haven’t thought much on Murdoc’s Mum because I believe a big part of his character is lack of parental love but I will say that she was probably quite smitten towards Sebastian back in the mid 60’s. Being emotionally damaged I’m sure she got attached easily and felt conflicted when he finally showed his true colors. I can’t even begin to imagine the dilemma when she found out about Murdoc.

OK THATS IT FOR NOW LMAO

#hannibal niccals #Sebastian Jacob Niccals #murdoc niccals #gorillaz #gorillaz headcanons

[bonthefuckjourx]

It is exceptionally lonely being Professor Malfoy

Pairing: Professor!Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: One night you are club hopping with a few of your college friends and the next day you wake up in the Slytherin dorm rooms. Finally, being in the world of your dreams you decide to take your future into your own hands and befriend Draco Malfoy only to realize he isn't in your year. He isn't even a student.

Word Count: 3k+

Warning: Slight mention of Depression and being cut with a knife.

Universe: AU where it's been 10 years after Voldemort's death and some characters find themselves back at Hogwarts teaching. Reader gets transported into this Universe.

A/n: This story will contain smut eventually as it will have more than one part. Characters apart of smut are not underage. The reader is 22 but is simply put into her "7th" year at Hogwarts. I hope you like it!

“Come on Claire, we don’t want to miss breakfast.”

“I know I’m coming. Just let me finish putting my hair up.” 

That’s weird, I only have one roommate and she was staying with her boyfriend the night before. Right? While keeping the crook of my right arm over my eyes, I tried to remember what happened last night. I went out with Ophelia and a few other people I didn’t quite know. We went to a few clubs and at the end we were pretty drunk. Did I go home with someone else? Am I in someone else’s dorm? Cursing to myself I decided to finally remove my arm and gather in my surroundings. 

Woah. I was in a huge dorm. It wasn’t like the American US dorm rooms I was used to back home. There were five beds in this giant room, I occupied one of them. My sight gravitated to the dark emerald green colors around the room. It had silver, gray, and black accents of all kinds. By the time I ventured off the bed I was laying in, all of the other girls had left the dorm. Being curious I decided to look through some people’s things trying to figure out where the hell I was. Before I could even do that I noticed the Slytherin House Crest on one of the walls. Holy shit. How did I not notice? I must still be dreaming, but this is the coolest fucking thing ever. 

Quickly I went over to the truck I found in front of the bed I had been sleeping in. I lifted the cover and found a wand case laying right on top of some clothes. My wand…

At that moment I remembered my account I created to be able to choose a house and wand. They must have carried over into my dream. My wand is aspen wood with a dragon core, a beautiful combination. Giddy with excitement I removed the wand from its case and swung it around a bit. Trying to remember a simple spell, I cast Lumos. A little flicker of light showed on my first try and I squealed in excitement. I went on to find my school uniforms and robes underneath it. Within a minute I was dressed and walked over to the mirror in the room. It was everything I ever wanted. I felt powerful, but also depressed at the idea that this was just a dream. 

In a rush I tried to find anything that might prove this was more than a dream. I looked in the other nightstands I found around the room. One of them held what looked to be a small ritual knife. Without thinking about what they might be using it for, I decided to make a cut on my arm. Typically in my dreams whenever I felt pain I woke up. Taking one deep breath and closing my eyes, I gently pressed the sharp blade onto my upper arm. Fuck, that definitely hurt. I opened my eyes to see beads of blood started to drip out of the wound. I wiped the blood off onto my clothes I had woken up in. That’s when it hit me. 

I was still wearing modern day clothes when I woke up. I was in a small tight black dress that I had used to go clubbing the night before. What if I brought other things with me? Frantically I searched my bedsheets and I found my phone. It still had a charge and displayed the date with it. January 25th, 2023. 

In shock I looked down on the bed once more and found a note. It was written with nice cursive words, but looked to be written in a bit of a rush. 

“You belong in this world, so I brought you here. Your future lies with Draco Malfoy, go to him. He will help.”

S

I belong in this world? With none other than Draco Malfoy. This all felt too unrealistic to be real. I was never one to believe that our world actually held magic, but I always wanted to believe. Perhaps Time travel was possible, just like in the cursed child. If this all was true then it was the best thing to ever happen in my life. It’s like a brand new start in a life where I won’t actually want to kill myself. 

Because of the note, I felt more at ease that I actually did belong in this world. Excitement pulsed through me at the idea that I finally could study magic. Only problem is, what year am I in? Before this world I was in my last year of college, at 22. I really wished I was in my 7th year here. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if all of my classmates were much younger than me. 

There’s only one thing I can do. Attend Hogwarts like normal, pick up intel about who I am from other people casually, pass all of my classes that I have almost no credible knowledge about, and actually be able to talk to Draco Malfoy. Ohh, this was going to be hard. I hope I even have class with him. What if Draco and I didn’t even have any classes together? Not to mention will he even like me or will he bully me too? 

I looked at my phone and hoped the time was at least right. Shit, I probably should head to breakfast before I miss it. With my newfound plan I opened the door to my room and made my way to the Slytherin common room. It was beautiful with its dark academia aesthetic, and I knew one of these nights I would have to curl up to the fire and read a good book.  I turned around a few times, but eventually I made it through the halls of Hogwarts and into the Great Hall where breakfast was being held. Quickly trying to keep my head down I tried to find an empty seat in the Slytherin tables. It wasn’t really that empty, but the closest person to me was at least a seat down. The best I was going to be able to do I suppose. 

My hangover was really starting to hurt me at this point, and I was extremely hungry. I dug into the breakfast meal in front of me and tried to not gain any attention. Before too long I heard a voice try to quiet everyone down from the Professor’s tables. 

“Good morning everyone! I’d like to congratulate you all on either your first day at Hogwarts or for continuing to show up again in the first place.” At this most students gave at least a small chuckle, but all I could notice was how the person speaking was Harry fucking Potter. I tried not to let my shock show, but someone to my right noticed. 

“I know even though it’s been two years I still forget our headmaster is Harry Potter!” I looked to my right to notice a smaller dark skinned girl. Her coily hair fell around her face and framed it perfectly. I couldn’t help, but notice her heart shaped glasses, and crystal earrings. She gave me the kindest smile I ever saw and the excitement in her eyes was hard to suppress. 

“Yeah, it’s crazy to think about isn’t it?” I said in response. I suppose the world I traveled to is in the future compared to the books. I blushed slightly, as it meant my favorite characters would be older than me. Perhaps more of them were teachers. Suddenly the sentence, I hope I have class with Draco Malfoy had a completely different meaning. 

“My name’s Aria, what’s yours?” She held out her hand for me to shake it and I did so with a grin on my face. She seemed really nice, perhaps someone I could befriend. 

“Oh, (Y/n) Teresi. It’s nice to meet you.” Her eyes lit up at my reply.

“Of course, why didn’t I figure it out. You’re in seventh year right? I am too. I think I saw you in lectures last year.” She looked away briefly to contemplate it, but decided she must have remembered enough and looked back at me, confident in her answer.

“Yeah, that must have been where you saw me. What class do you have first?” I tried to be casual, but I really was trying to figure out how in the world I was going to figure out my class schedule. 

“I have Defense Against the Dark Arts, what’s yours?” Shit, I don’t honestly know what I was expecting, but I suppose having a friend help you find what classes you had wasn’t so weird. 

“Honestly I have no clue. Is there a class schedule or something?” I said this with a small embarrassed smile trying to hide the fact I had no idea what I was doing. 

“Oh yeah don’t worry you can grab one at any classroom on the first day. I suppose they had a lot of confused students before. Come with me to DADA and we can get you one.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and let myself relax a little. It was less nerving to know I would have a friend to show me around after all. Even if it was just enough to receive my class schedule. 

“Sounds amazing Aria, thanks truly. I would be so lost without you.” With that we both had a small laugh and turned back to our breakfast. In a couple minutes we were both finished and decided to head to DADA to hopefully figure out where I was supposed to go. As we left the Great Hall I looked back at the professor’s table. No Draco. Maybe he wasn’t a professor after all? A wave of disappointment washed through me, but I sooner pushed it away. What if he didn’t want to eat in the Great Hall this morning? I’ve had plenty of mornings just like that. 

Before too long we found ourselves in front of the door to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Aria opened the door for me and announced our arrival as we walked in. 

“Professor Malfoy? We were hoping you would be able to give us a class schedule?” As we walked in I stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed Draco Malfoy in the middle of writing something on the chalkboard at the front of the room. He was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I’ll admit I didn’t anticipate it, but I found that it made a good amount of sense. A proud smile found my lips as I imagined what hardships he must have overcome since his 7th year at Hogwarts, to be standing here as a Professor today. 

“Yes I have quite a few extra, she can have one.” With that he motioned for me to follow him to his desk. I did follow him and watched as he opened a desk drawer and pulled out a small metal compact. 

“Here, it’s a bit of a new system. Just open it, speak your name, and it will display your class schedule.” I grabbed the compact from his hand and felt a slight shock when our fingertips brushed slightly. With that I looked up right into his expansive eyes. He held onto a soft smile, but his eyes held something entirely different. They felt darker than the emotion he was trying to portray. As if he was trying to figure out, just the same as me, what happened.

“Thank you, Professor Malfoy.” His name seemed to roll off of my tongue. I never wanted to stop saying it. 

“You’re welcome, Miss…?” He looked at me expecting an answer, clearly he has never noticed me before. 

“Teresi, (Y/n) Teresi actually.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Teresi. I hope I’ll see you in my class.” With that he gave me one last smile and proceeded to walk back towards the chalkboard. 

“I hope so too.” Before I knew it the words were out of my mouth. I really hoped he didn’t hear it, but the smirk that had appeared on his face as he turned away said otherwise. Utterly embarrassed I walked back over to Aria, and together we opened my class schedule. 

“Nice, it’s almost exactly like mine! Advanced Potions, DADA, Advanced Charms, Divination, Herbology… Except you have DADA dueling? That must be an elective. I think I have Advanced transfiguration there.” I stared at my schedule, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was with my classes. If I had a choice I would have chosen those classes myself. Who knows maybe this world was made for me and it already knew. 

“Hey and I have DADA with you right at the beginning of the day. Ugh, but I have DADA dueling last? I was looking forward to that one.” I mumbled that last part to myself, but Aria laughed to herself at my disappointment. 

“Come on, let's take a seat.” With that Aria led me up the aisle and we found a spot right in the middle of the room. Perfect for staring at Draco, I mean Professor Malfoy. I smirked to myself, this was going to be fun. 

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This was not fun. Almost two weeks had passed since I first arrived at Hogwarts. I would be lying if I said I was a straight A student. My classes were difficult, and being completely new to magic didn’t help. I was completely lost in all of my classes, but I thought that with enough studying I might be able to pinch together a C or C+. My dreams were dashed though when I received my first test score in Defense Against the Dark Arts. 

“Miss Teresi, do you care to explain why you completely failed this test? I understand if it was just with it being the first few weeks back, but perhaps you need some extra help. See me after class if you’d like to take the offer.” With that Professor Malfoy left me alone with my thoughts and a failed test grade. Ugh, I really tried in DADA too. I was just so completely out of my element here, it scared me. Even though I loved being in this new world, sometimes I wished there was a Vocal Class here too. I loved to sing back home and my college major was going to be Vocal Music after all. I was enrolled in a lot of vocal courses, but also drama, musical theater, and dance. I loved every second of it even if I was lonely at times. Music was my escape. With being here I haven’t had time to listen to music, but to listen to the music I really wanted to listen to I would have to find a way to charge my phone. It died just a few days after I arrived. 

In my head though, I already decided I would join Professor Malfoy for help in DADA. Maybe if he liked me enough he would help me in other classes too. The only thing I hated was the seemingly sexual tension between us. It probably is all in my head, but I hate the fact that I am portrayed as a student. He would never actually look at a student like that, unless they were a 7th year that obviously was old enough. From looking at him he wasn’t very old, but definitely mature. He has slight stubble and his hair over the years must have become a bit more blonde. He was breathtakingly sexy and it was only amplified when he rolled up his sleeves. His rings were still a prominent part of his attire although I noticed he now has reading glasses he uses from time to time. He still bore the Dark Mark, but it faded significantly over the years. Would it be so wrong if I said I found it a bit hot? My point being, he probably would allow himself to find a 7th year attractive if he had a definitive answer that they were of age. Like a tattoo maybe…

With that thought I looked down at my hands and forearms as I rolled up my long sleeves. Of fucking course. I forgot that I had a tattoo sleeve done on my right arm years ago after I turned 18. It was magical and heavily inspired by Harry Potter. Swirls of magic made their way down my arm in black ink. Intermixed I had moons, stars, the Slytherin Crest, the Deathly Hallows symbol, and my patronus a hummingbird. The most important piece of it was the underside of my forearm. There it bore the Dark Mark. At the time I tattooed it in solidarity with Draco. As someone who never had much choice in their life, but to succeed where their parents felt it mattered, I understood. 

I realize now how much trouble I could be in if someone saw it. Hopefully when I saw Professor Malfoy after class I could try explaining a few things. The tattoo and maybe he would listen to my crazy story too, but the latter seemed like a stretch. What am I going to do? I could show him the note, or my phone too. I’m glad I kept all of those things in my bag at all times. It would be disastrous if someone found them in the dorms. 

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“Professor.” I greeted him as I approached his desk and as he looked up at me he removed his glasses and set them to the side. 

“Please take a seat, Miss Teresi.” He motioned to a seat near behind his desk and with a flick of his wand he cast a spell. I looked at him confused as I had no clue what he cast. He must have realized my confusion as we both sat down. 

“To lock the doors and set my out of office sign up.” My breath hitched at what he might have implied. He looked almost evil. In the most handsome way. 

“Now about your grades…” At this moment I found him staring at my tattoos. If I wasn’t sure before, I am now. There’s no way he believes me to be underage. That one thought stood out above all others and made it hard for me to think of a coherent sentence. 

“Yes about that.” I tried to laugh off my embarrassment, but stopped when I saw how serious he looked. 

“Not to pry, but have you been paying attention at all during your time at Hogwarts? I mean, you missed way more questions than anyone I’ve had in my class so far. What’s going on?” He looked at me with concerned eyes and I could feel myself start to tear up. 

“You’re not going to believe me.” I almost whispered that sentence as I looked at him with broken eyes. However, he looked at me with empathy. His gaze hardened slightly as he spoke. 

“Try me.” His voice was firm, and his answer final. 

“Promise me you will believe me no matter what. My life has been insane. I don’t even think the great Harry Potter would believe me.” I looked to the side trying to find any distraction from his intense gaze. 

“Good thing I’m not Harry Potter.” He moved a free hand to brush a tear that had fallen. That simple act broke me and I knew that letter was right. My future, destiny, and home lied here all at once. 

“Okay well you’re going to want to clear your class schedule. This might take a while.” He removed his hand as I mustered up a smirk and looked him in the eyes once more. Sitting back, he leaned against his hand as he balanced it on the back of his chair with a gleam in his eye. 

“Anything for you, Darling.” 

#draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco fanfiction #draco x y/n #professor malfoy #fan fiction #fanfic #harry potter #harry potter au #hp fanfic

[maulfucker]

The design of Henilenoi is making my brain go HRRRRRRRggggGgg in a good way and I would love to know more about them.

But if you don’t want to answer non star wars asks on your star wars blog that’s fine too

:)

I am absolutely always up to talking about my ocs !!!!!

I originally created Neon as part of a character design class I took in college, they were conceived as the villain of the hero/villain duo we had to make, but she's never really been a villain. The two of them are part of an original world I have where there are different types of magic (which are defined by birth world and/or species), and some types are rarer than others, much like some species are also rarer than others. Neon is a light magic type, which is pretty uncommon, and they are one of the biggest space pirates of all time. They have an entire fleet of pirates under their command, and they're pretty famous. But their big reason for having such a huge crew is not for the fame or the riches - it's because they love to meet rare species and magic types. They want to have the coolest most unique pirate crew ever of all time. That's their whole motivation for becoming a pirate. This of course means they know their crew very well, they talk to everyone often and are usually very enthusiastically positive about things that people tend to be insecure about in themselves, so people really enjoy working for them. They are taking over space through sheer charisma and curiosity.

Their pirate empire eventually grows big enough that they have an entire nomad planet that they use as a base, it's like an entire city of mechanics who work for parts, scientists who help with developing independent tech and fuel production in exchange for funding for personal projects, families, retired pirates, and pretty much anyone who wants to stay there. At some point one of Neon's ships captures a diplomatic ship by mistake (they don't attack ships from certain worlds or interfere with humanitarian aid, but this ship was flying with no flag), except the leader of the diplomatic mission was a bored diplomat who decided to stay with Neon's crew in exchange for them letting the rest of her crew go. This bored diplomat ends up becoming a sort of ambassador in Neon's name and negotiates the recognition of Neon's pirate fleet (and planet) as a sovereign nation.

And that's why they are the eventual first space pirate emperor.

As for fun random facts...

they are ~9'10" not counting the horns

their "skin" is actually an exoskeleton

they have an internal skeleton as well, and their bones are black. their cybernetics match their bones.

they could grow "hair" but they prefer to shave (it looks kinda like hot pink moss growing on top of their head)

they have pet "rats" and they often carry one around (Neon acts as if they're all the same single pet but they very obviously have more than one. It's kind of a bit they're doing)

and a final fun fact they are orange-themed because while coming up with their design I found out that the real neon color is only the orange, the other "neon" colors are other elements (or just an adjective)

#hm i should make an ask tag #thamk you so much for enjoying them!! i rarely ever draw them because their design is so convoluted. but i love them #and sorry i have no image of their rats i kindof forget about them for 90% of the time because they were originally just a flavor text #usually i'd recommend checking out my oc blog or toyhouse but uh. i actually don't have all that much about them in there #they're kinda the type of oc who lives in my head and nowhere else #my ocs #<- that tag should now lead to all oc posts I haven't lost to my bad tagging habits

[lilliancdoodles]

I am a renfaire, dnd, high fantasy nerd. I haven't read all the classic high fantasy books, but I love dnd, and when I can make it to the ren faire for a season I get really upset (Im planning on going next saturday :D ) And I have thoughts on what eggs/ certain parents would wear to a ren faire, so indulge me for a bit. I'll start with Tallulah/Death family since she won the QSMP 'which egg would' poll (Hi im the one that submitted it :P)

Tallulah would totally wear the classic lace up loose front dress in purple like she's wearing in the lovely edit by 'qsmp where they shouldn't be'. I imagine that she is wearing black flats and still has the mushroom hat. Fully embracing the cottage core vibes.

Chayanne I think would be casual. like a loose white shirt, comfortable pants and a colored over shirt to go over the long sleeved white one. either that or techno cosplay (something I actually saw at a renfaire a few years ago and it was super cool)

I think Phil and Missa would also go in costume, but a similar chill vibe to Chayanne. nothing too fancy. Phil would have a green long sleeved loose shirt with black accents, and Missa would have a similar one but in purple. Phil would have the Robin Hood style hat with a Crow feather in it, while I think Missa would still rock the skull mask.

Now Morning crew >:) (I have so many thoughts)

Sunny and Em would be the reason almost everyone goes in the first place. (mostly Sunny)

Sunny would insist on going in a full orange princess dress with a crown to match, She would like it to be floor length but renfaire is outside and as much as she likes working with her pa, she doesn't want her dress to get ruined so it's just off the ground.

Em similar to Tallulah goes full cottage core. A light pink and tan dress, with some small fairy wings for fun. she decorates her hair with fake flowers and leaves.

Richas would go full fantasy. He would rock up looking as much like a dragon has he could. Painted and made it himself (with some help but mostly himself)

(All three of them beg for face paint when they see it. Sunny gets another crown on her forehead (cause you can never have too many crowns) and Em would get an owl on her cheek, and Richas would get a dragon.)

Ramon would go as a knight, simply cause Sunny asked. Not the full thing, but he has the sword and shield, along with a (fake, like a plastic or something) chain mail shirt, that ends around where a T-shirt would.

Fit would also go as a knight because he's Sunny's body guard. He has a bit more of the heavy gear, having his chain shirt go to his elbows, and be made out of a light metal. He also has the sword and shield matching with Ramon. He would still sport the green cape scarf thing. (Also this man would hunt down the turkey leg stand and get two to slit with the group.)

Pac would be super excited to go at the first mention, and immediately run to his closet to grab an outfit. He would wear a long blue shirt with black pants and boots. For props he would have a hip quiver and a bow.

Tubbo would be really reluctant at first, but eventually decided to go. He would fully put sunny in charge of his outfit. He would get a long kings cape and a crown (a princess's dad *has* to be a king) He would also get the white under shirt treatment, but he would also just wear his tennis shoes. (Upon arrival he would immediately get jealous of all the steam punk people walking around but not want to disappoint sunny. He promised himself that next year he would make the coolest steam punk outfit and put everyone else to shame)

Bagi would have long white underdress with a forest green over skirt. The sleeves would be off the shoulder, and she would have a belt with a knife sheath cause you can never not be prepared. Her hair would be in a half up half down style the 'half up' being a braid.

Mike goes wearing his normal clothes, but richas convinces him to get his face painted, so he gets the same dragon design as Richas.

Bad and Dapper go in full plague doctor gear and you can't tell me im wrong. They would walk around and tell people plague facts like they were there and try to heal people from it. If you let them they would give you some poesy to put in your pocket to keep the illness at bay.

Feel free to add your own ideas, these are just the ones that came to mind immediately. or make up stories for what they would do at the renfaire, anything I'm so here for it.

#qsmp #LCChats #I love ren faire so much dude #I have ideas for a Rose Family in dnd design but I also have like 10 other things I want to draw/make #But i'll get to it eventually. #I think im just excited for ren faire #I missed last year so im glad I get to go this year #I have a fun idea for Fitpac in this ren faire world based on my own ren faire so i'll have that in a reblog >:)

[phoenixthefurb]

I was bored today and decided to start drawing designs of Evrjoy in different parts of their life. The default design for example takes place in their early 20s. So, I decided to draw them in their early to mid 50s. I have many more designs (at least 3 more) but I started with this one because it's the coolest one in my opinion. They got tattoos because why not and they dyed their hair split black and white approximately when their grey hairs started becoming prominent just because it looks awesome. They still work at the moj with the flyers, posters and crafts of all sorts as they did before. They are still the same creepy and eerie Evrjoy as before they just have become better at hiding it (at first at least). They also interact a lot more with patients as they've well surpassed the rank of patient and have even gained a tiny bit of infamy at the moj for how many years they work there.

[important note : in Evrjoy canon as of right now Evrjoy is still in their early 20s, this is a concept that takes place far in the future.]

Also when I'm done I'll eventually add them all together in one image but I'm still just halfway done with the designs.

#the smiler #alton towers #the ministry of joy #evrjoy #the ministry of joy oc #ministry of joy oc #ministry of joy #alton towers the smiler #the smiler alton towers

[ladylovesalatte]

I was thinking of the sk8 x bsd thing (again) earlier, imagine kouyou and Chuuya coming to visit cherry, and everyone besides joe is like “who are these people??” And it’s like, this gorgeous badass women with a sword and a demon and her son(brother?) who can manipulate fucking gravity. How would they even react to that?

oh I am SO glad you asked bc I have Thoughts - I'm assuming this is going to take place circa episode 5 once the Sk8 fam has kinda consolidated:

Shadow: First things first, he sees Kouyou's red eyeliner and immediately decides he wants it for his own. He thinks he should be an honorary member of the family because he has orange hair and he owns up to his aesthetic to Kouyou and Chuuya levels. At first he's terrified of Golden Demon (GD) to the point that he faints but once he revives they bond over flowers. GD joins the Shadow defense squad bc she thinks he's a dumb himbo but he would take good care of and adore Kyouka when he eventually meets her.

Miya: Is originally afraid of Kouyou and on first sight thinks Chuuya is thee coolest person ever. Highkey hid behind Joe when Golden Demon appeared (which wasn't the best choice because GD has it out for her brother-in-law). The closer GD got, Miya's survival instincts kicked in and he went into Miyao (Meow) mode (shown below). GD, Kouyou, and Chuuya took one look at him and the adoption papers were signed within 0.1 sec. He follows Chuuya around like a baby duck and they talk, and that's when Chuuya finds out about Adam. In fact, everyone finds out bc Chuuya gets so angry a crater is blown into poor Joe's restaurant's floor. He immediately flies out the door, only to return about 20 minutes later with some suspicious red stains on his gloves and a simple "oh I was taking out the trash". Kouyou pats them both on the head and resolves to pay her own visit later on.

Reki: Our resident disaster bi is overwhelmed and intimidated by Kouyou's ethereal presence to the point that he freezes. However, this is overriden by geek-mode the moment he catches sight of Kouyou's sword. Eyes shining, he looks up to her and interrogates her for 3 whole hours about various sharp objects and absolutely monopolizes her time. Kouyou is reminded of a younger-Chuuya who once did the same thing. GD hovers around them watchfully, occasionally taking out her own sword to show Reki. Chuuya shows him his knife-juggling with gravity manipulation trick and he's delighted. Another set of adoption papers are signed.

Langa: Once you experience Adam's presence, it's a little hard to be shocked by things. As such, Langa doesn't react too strongly to Kouyou's and Chuuya's presence. His single braincell does take a moment to question why Chuuya can control gravity and where GD is coming from, but the thought eventually passes, he shrugs, and moves on. He sticks next to Reki at first, listening to the conversations around and laughing at GD chasing Joe in the background. This no-thoughts-head-empty state disappears when he hears Chuuya talking to Miya about how he knows French. The Canadian part of him emerges, excited to speak in another familiar language with someone who can understand him. One "bonjour" later, another set of adoption papers is signed.

Later on...

Chuuya buys the trio chokers so they can match him: Reki gets a set of colorful thick ones, Miya gets a cat shaped one, and Langa gets one black and one white one.

Kouyou teaches Reki about tea ceremonies. She finds the boy has remarkably steady and dependable hands, and he makes very good tea.

Chuuya takes the trio out for sk8 "practice" which often consists of him using gravity manipulation to help them learn tricks or get more air. Kouyou and Cherry accompany them, but they simply watch elegantly from beneath a red umbrella.

Kouyou becomes a regular patron of Shadow's flower shop. GD comes out when the manager isn't looking. The demon has wonderful taste in blossoms.

The Port Mafia is given strict instructions to protect the trio from Adam. If he deigns to get within 500 meters of any of them, he would be made to disappear. Kouyou delivers the news to him herself, along with a haircut courtesy of GD.

Chuuya thinks skating feels similar to flying-by-gravity-manipulation, so he takes up the sport seriously too (without help from his ability ofc). Dazai tries to get his S-name to be Slug, but it doesn't catch on.

Chuuya can bake and he and Joe have similar taste in wines so they actually get along well (except for when Cherry is in the room and all bets are off bc Chuuya is a loyal brother/son). He learns how to make many healthy desserts to assuage Miya's sweet tooth.

I have so many more thoughts but this is already long, so I'll add more to another post later!! Thanks for the ask bff <3

#sk8 the infinity #bungou stray dogs #sk8 x bsd #kouyou ozaki #chuuya nakahara #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #shadow sk8 #miya sk8 #matcha blossom #renga

[pippytmi]

Supercorp + Hogwarts AU + meet messy + "is that the best you can do?"

“Hey, do you guys want to see a muggle magic trick?”

Kara doesn’t have to look up to know Alex and Kelly are exchanging glances over Nia’s head. Nia is the best witch in the fifth year hands-down, but her grasp of muggle illusions leave a lot to be desired.

“Sure…” Kelly agrees, politely but unsurely, while Alex shakes her head.

“If this is that stupid coin trick again, Nia—” she starts, but Nia is already squeezing between them on the grass, unfolding a pack of muggle playing cards.

“It is not,” Nia says. “Prepare to be amazed! Yvette says I’m really good at this one.”

“Oh, joy,” Alex mutters under her breath, which turns into a pained yelp when Kelly elbows her in the ribs.

Kara finally raises her gaze from the newspaper she’s been half-reading, fully prepared to commit to Nia’s trick, but then she catches a glimpse of dark hair and a brisk pace. It’s Lena Luthor, notorious loner, actually sitting outside by the black lake with her books.

It’s odd—Lena never sits outside. People talk; Lena doesn’t have many friends (someone even started a rumor that Lillian Luthor pays Jess, another sixth year, to hang out with Lena). In fact, the only time anyone really sees Lena is in class, or in the Slytherin common room when Jess is also there. Kara sees her even less (only when Slytherin and Gryffindor share classrooms), but that doesn’t make the hopeless crush she’s fostered on her since they were eleven any less potent.

Kelly starts clapping suddenly, reluctantly dragging Kara’s eyes from Lena (who is reading a book; Kara is wondering just what kind of book it is). “Aw, Nia, that was good!” she says. “Do it again!”

Even Alex is curiously lifting up the cards one by one, as if trying to determine the trick herself. “Did you use actual magic for this?” she asks.

“I’m just that good,” Nia brags, though the way she tries to expertly shuffle the cards right back into their box suggests otherwise; half of them spill onto the grass. “Oh man!”

“I’ve got this,” Kara says, absentmindedly reaching for her wand. “Accio—”

“Kara, no!”

Oh, that’s right, Kara thinks belatedly. My wand is broken. It had been an unfortunate event on the Quidditch pitch involving an overzealous Hufflepuff seeker (Winn is still very apologetic about it, but it can’t be helped now). Unfortunately, Kara never seems to quite remember that magic is off-limits until it can be fixed.

And even more unfortunate is the fact that her mind and her words have begun to converge; she’s thinking about the book Lena is reading while glancing at the cards, and her mouth is forming silent words, and really it’s not a surprise at all when said book rockets out of Lena’s hands and aims right for Nia’s head.

No one dies, though, nor do they have to make the unpleasant trudge to the infirmary—Kelly is far quicker than any of Kara’s botched magic, and the book explodes into nothing when she mutters a firm, “Evanesco.”

“Kelly!” Kara forgets, for a second, about the whole Nia-about-to-break-her-face thing; her heart drops to the pit of her stomach at the thought that something of Lena Luthor’s has been reduced to figurative dust. What if that book was personal? What if it was special? What if it was—

“Excuse me,” says a quiet, sudden voice, and Kara just about falls over in the grass at the sight of Lena Luthor standing there. “I think you summoned my book.”

Kelly winces. “Oh, actually—”

“I destroyed it,” Kara blurts out, because really, this is her fault and Nia still has a face so the least Kara can do is take a fall for a friend. “I’m sorry. My wand is broken, and I was trying to summon some cards, but I was looking at you and thinking about your book and it just…I’m sorry. Again. I can pay for it?” She immediately begins digging into the pockets of her robes, but all she manages to scrounge up is a broken sugar quill and a drawing on a torn sheet of paper that depicts Professor Grant as a dragon.

For a moment, all Lena does is stare down at Kara in a peculiarly quizzical way. She doesn’t seem mad or anything, just perplexed. A second later she says, “You were thinking about ‘Voyages with Vampires’ strongly enough to summon it? I don’t really enjoy Gilderoy Lockhart books myself.”

“To be fair,” Kara’s quick to defend herself, “I couldn’t read the title from this far.”

“Right. You decided you wanted to snatch my book from me because it was mine.” And just like that, the curious expression on Lena’s face drops entirely, twists into something resigned and exhausted. “Is that the best you can do? Petty little child games?”

“What? No, I would never—”

“Because last week Eve Tessmacher hit me with a furnunculus curse that was far more clever than this,” Lena all but sneers. “It’s always the pig-headed Gryffindors that aim out of their league.”

“You wanna say that again?” Alex is jumping up, her wand brandished out, and Lena glances from her to Kara to Kelly to Nia, as if just realizing how potentially outnumbered she could be.

Except, well, that’s so not the issue. Kara hastens to stand between Alex’s wand and Lena’s body, nearly knocking her sister over in the process. “No! No, I didn’t do that as a prank, I—” She pauses, feels her cheeks go hot, and then rushes out, “Ijustthinkyou’rereallypretty!”

Alex lowers her wand; Kara can tell, because Alex uses it to jab her in the ribs. “Oh, bloody hell,” Alex grumbles, and she nudges Kelly to join her. “I think that’s our cue. I’d rather study for Potions than watch this.”

Kelly obligingly drags Nia along, who looks like she wants to protest, but eventually Nia caves in—though not without trying to wink conspiringly at Kara, which doesn’t work because Nia “winks” with both eyes.

“But—” Kara watches as her friends scatter, and then she is left with the heavy, accusatory gaze of Lena Luthor. She tries to smile, but imagines her attempt is more of a wince than anything. “Did I mention that I’m sorry?”

Lena takes a step forward. She raises her chin in the air, no less guarded, but her eyes convey a tiny bit of that earlier curiosity all the same. “You’ve already had your fun, Kara Danvers,” she says. “But I will give you credit, no one has played the ‘I have a crush on you’ prank yet.”

Kara frowns. “Do people really play pranks on you so much?”

“I am the weird little sister of a boy who tried to blow up Hogwarts,” Lena all but deadpans. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re way more than Lex Luthor’s sister, and that’s just...really mean,” Kara says, words bursting out before she even pauses to rein them in. “I mean, you are so smart! Last year you saved a bunch of first years who wandered into the Forbidden Forest. A-and you never tried out for Quidditch, but sometimes you fly with Jess on the pitch and you’re so fast you could easily run circles around anyone on the Slytherin team. You’re the coolest person ever. Even when you were eleven, you—” Finally, her brain starts to catch up with her mouth, and Kara flushes hotter than she ever thought possible. “Oh, gosh. I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean for that to sound…stalker-y. I only know about the first year thing because Professor Grant’s son was new that year and I was supposed to be babysitting him. And then the flying, well, sometimes I go to the pitch with Winn whenever he wants to practice—”

“Kara. You can breathe any time you want,” Lena prompts, and Kara pauses to do exactly that.

“Sorry,” Kara adds, again, after she’s let her lungs rest a bit. Her whole body feels shivery from head to toe, like she is seconds away from fainting, and honestly? She just might. “Anyway. Um. I can replace that book if you want. Or I can give you the money and you can pick out a better one, since you said you weren’t a fan? Whatever you want.”

Lena is quiet for a beat. “What were you going to say before? About when I was eleven?”

Kara bites her lip so hard she knows she will inevitably have to ask Kelly to heal it later. “Oh, that,” she says evasively. “I meant, when you were eleven, and I walked face-first into the wrong wall trying to get to platform nine and three quarters, and you didn’t even laugh at me. You just...helped me up, and promised you would walk with me to the train until I found my family again.”

“I remember,” Lena says, and her voice is softening, as is her expression. “You somehow got lost between platforms seven and eight. Your sister was furious when she caught up with us.”

“Yeah.” And Kara finds herself smiling at that memory; this time it’s a real smile, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried. “That was really nice.” She wants to mention more—how even when Lillian Luthor scowled at Kara’s hand-me-downs, Lena complimented her right away on the shirt that had once been Alex’s—but all Kara does right now is step back. “I’ve bothered you enough, I think. Will you…let me know? About the book?”

“I don’t care about the book,” Lena says, and she swallows, loud enough that Kara can hear it. “Do you mean it?”

“That you’re...nice?”

“Yes.” Lena’s cheeks are a faint pink color, and Kara’s entire mouth goes dry.

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, and in that moment—with Lena blushing, and Kara’s chest tightening—they both know that she’s confessing to so much more than thinking Lena is nice. “So. Um.” She squares her shoulders, and prepares to be brave enough to live up to the Gryffindor name: “Can I buy you something that’s not a book? Sometime? Maybe on our next trip to Hogsmeade?”

“Like a date?” Lena asks, so impossibly soft, and Kara nods.

“Exactly like a date,” Kara says, and honestly, she should demand ten points to Gryffindor herself because her voice does not waver once.

And Lena Luthor smiles, just cautious enough to show how unsure she is, but still warm enough that Kara’s heart skips a beat. “Okay,” she says. “But on one condition: I’ll handle any magic until then.”

“Deal,” Kara agrees, and it’s official; breaking her wand might have been the best thing that has ever happened to her, ever.

#took some liberties w/the meet messy hope thats ok!!! #supercorp #supergirl #i need a fic tag #i went as vague as possible w/the hp setting :/// #hope its not too glaringly obvious how little i know about hp #now to tackle the other 5 hp aus in my inbox....yall want to see me suffer so bad #(jk i love all the prompts in my inbox ur all too sweet) #🥺❤️

[storiesforallfandoms]

she’s a baddie ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1846

request?: yes!

“Hi! I have a request for mgk (if your requests are open still) but I was thinking maybe something like colson’s girlfriend is a total badass and like has a bunch of tattoos and maybe is a rapper herself and he is kind of just gushing over her and tells everyone he can about how cool she is? <3″

description: in which he loves to gush about his badass rapper girlfriend at every opportunity

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The minute he walked into the studio and saw her, Colson was in love.

Dom had asked Colson to be on a song with him and a long time friend of his, a fellow rapper named (Y/N). Colson agreed - he always loved to work with Dom and he loved to meet new people to collaborate with.

He wasn’t sure what he expected of (Y/N), but it definitely was not what he actually got.

(Y/N) was in the booth recording her verse. Already, her rapping abilities were for beyond even Colson’s. He was extremely impressed with her lyrics. As for her appearance: she was wearing a pair of tight, ripped jeans, a white button up dress shirt that was completely open with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the sports bra she was wearing underneath.

With all that skin exposed, Colson could see that she was nearly completely covered in tattoos. Her arms were covered in tattoo sleeves, all the way down to her hands and even fingers. There was an undercarriage tattoo poking out from under her sports bra, and another poking out from her waistband around her hip. She even had one on her neck!

She radiated badass energy, and Colson was drawn to her.

Dom looked up from where he was sat and got up to hug Colson. “Hey mate! Just in time, (Y/N) is finished her verse!”

(Y/N) had stopped rapping when she noticed the commotion outside. She was looking at Dom and Colson, as if waiting for them to tell her what to do.

“(Y/N), come meet Kells!” Dom called.

She walked out from the booth and smiled at Colson. “Nice to meet you. Dom talks so highly of you, and I’m a bit of a fan.”

Colson smiled and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, too. Dom’s talked you up to me a lot, too. You definitely live up to the hype.”

(Y/N) tried to hide her smile to keep her cool status, but Colson could see the corners of her mouth tilting upwards. She put her hands in her pockets and shrugged modestly. “I’m okay I guess. Thanks though.”

“Her verse is amazing,” Dom said, bringing the attention back to him. “Just wait till you hear it when it’s finished.”

Colson sat with Dom to go over the verse he had written. (Y/N) sat behind them, distracting herself on her phone while the men worked. Every so often he would glance over his shoulder at her, hoping to catch her attention for even just a moment.

“She’s single mate, go for it,” Dom said in a low voice, but certainly not low enough that (Y/N) didn’t hear it.

Colson’s eyes widened and he quickly looked over his shoulder at her again. Her attention was still on her phone, but there was a knowing smile on her face.

When the three had finished in the studio and were preparing to go, Colson finally decided to talk to (Y/N). She was heading out the door when Colson approached her, falling into step beside her.

“Your tattoos are cool,” he said, immediately cringing at how lame the compliment was.

(Y/N) smiled brightly at him. “Thanks! They better be for how long they took and how much they cost. Yours are pretty sick too.”

“Thanks. A few of them are kind of old and I regret a little but that happens.”

“When you have as many as we do, you eventually regret one or two.”

There was an awkward silence as the two continued into the parking lot. Colson tried to wrack his brain for some way to save the conversation, but everything he came up with felt dumb or lame. He felt his heart fall to his stomach when (Y/N) pulled keys from her pocket and unlocked a car in front of them. He knew he’d eventually see her again, but he didn’t want their time to end just yet.

Before getting into her car, (Y/N) turned to Colson and put her hand out. “Give me your phone.”

He was taken back by such a direct request that his mind couldn’t comprehend what she had asked at first. “What?”

“Phone, unlock, give.”

Colson took his phone from his pocket and did as she asked. (Y/N) opened the contacts app on his phone and added her name and number, and even took a selfie of herself to set as the contact photo. She sent herself a text so she could have Colson’s number before passing the phone back to him.

“Let’s get drinks some time,” she told him before climbing into her car and starting it up. The roaring of the engine made Colson realize that even her car was badass.

He never would’ve guessed that that one encounter would’ve led to such a strong relationship between the two of them. Colson took (Y/N) up on her offer to go get drinks and, next thing he knew, he was waking up the next morning with her in his bed after deciding to be in a real relationship.

When the news hit the media, both of their fanbases exploded with excitement, saying how (Y/N) and Colson were perfect for one another. Even the tabloids couldn’t find a bad thing to say about the relationship. In fact, they constantly praised the two and complimented them whenever they were saw out together. As much as Colson hated the vultures that were paparazzi, it was hard to be as angry when they were actually saying nice things about him and the woman he loved.

And Colson couldn’t get enough of hyping his girl up. Even when she wasn’t there, all he did was talk about how cool and badass she was. It eventually got to a point that his friends would have to tell Colson that every time he mentioned (Y/N)’s name when she wasn’t around, they were going to hit him.

On the night of Dom’s album release, which featured the song that had brought Colson and (Y/N) together, Dom decided to throw a massive party to celebrate. Colson showed up with his friends, fashionably late as always. It didn’t take him long to navigate the large crowd to find his stunning girlfriend, who was wearing a skin tight black dress that hugged her body and came down to her thighs, paired with a pair of black stiletto heels and her hair pulled back in a braid. Colson couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her body as he walked up behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, bringing her attention away from her conversation to him for just a moment.

“Sorry to steal her away,” Colson said to her conversation partner, “but I just had to tell my girlfriend how fucking stunning she looks tonight.”

A bright smile spread on (Y/N)’s face as the person she was talking to made a fake vomiting sound, but was smiling none the less.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, hot stuff,” she said with a wink. “Wanna grab a drink and I’ll be over in a minute?”

“Sounds good, baby.”

Colson kissed her head as his hand trailed from her waist to her ass, giving it a quick squeeze before walking away. (Y/N) turned and watched him go with wide eyes, but also with an amused smile on his face. He smirked to himself as he made his way to the bar.

Slim and Rook were already stood there, two empty glasses in hand but too distracted by their conversation to get refills. Colson ordered two drinks, one for himself and one for (Y/N), before looking back across the crowded room at her. An involuntary smile stretched across his face as he looked at the familiar tattoos that were peaking out from her dress.

“Bro, if you say one thing about (Y/N) I am going to punch you in the fact,” Slim said, snapping Colson out of his trance.

“What?” he said. “Dude I wasn’t going to say anything about her.”

“You have that look on your face man,” Rook pointed out. “The look that says the next thing out of your mouth is gonna be something about how badass (Y/N) is.”

The bartender passed Colson his drink and he immediately swallowed half of it. “I’m sorry for thinking my girlfriend is the coolest shit since sliced bread, but that’s how relationships are supposed to work.”

“That’s not how they’ve worked with you before,” Slim said.

“Yeah, before it was a lot of sex and PDA and eventual fighting,” Rook added.

“What I have with (Y/N) ain’t like that, guys,” Colson said. “I know I move way too fast in relationships and they all end the same way, but when I say that it was love at first sight for me with (Y/N), I mean it. I mean, look at her, how can you not love her? She’s not just another girl who wants to be all over me and gets jealous or upset when I’m gone for long because she actually understands that this is how my job works. And she likes to drink and smoke weed and party, so she’s actually fun to hang out with. On top of all that...well...just look at her! She’s smoking hot and badass as fuck. I’m sorry that I tend to talk too much about her and all, but I can’t help it. I’m really happy.”

During his speech, Colson hadn’t noticed that (Y/N) had finished with her conversation and approached the three of them. She joined the group just in time to hear how happy he was to be with her, which had managed to bring happy tears to her eyes. She tried to blink them away as to not ruin her makeup, but it was hard when Colson’s kind words were replaying in her head.

“You mean that?” she asked, causing the three men to jump and to look at her.

“Damn, you move quick girl,” Slim commented.

“How much did you hear?” Colson asked.

“Enough of it,” she responded.

Slim and Rook exchanged a glance before excusing themselves from the conversation. Colson held out (Y/N)’s drink to her and she gladly took it. She leaned into his side as he wrapped his arm around her again, fitting perfectly against him like two puzzle pieces.

“I meant every word I said,” he told her. “I think you’re the coolest chick I’ve ever met and then some. Way too good to be dating a dork like me.”

“You’re anything but a dork,” she said. “And even if you were, you’re my dork, and I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side.”

Colson smiled that adorable, goofy smile that (Y/N) loved so much. She mirrored it before leaning up to kiss his lips. His grip around her waist tightened as he held her close, never wanting to let her go.

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk #estxx #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[cryptidmullet]

more renga hcs bc theyre all i think about

- reki always had to censor his swears bc of his little sisters so he comes up with alternatives like 'whizcrack' and 'sugarcicles' literally anything that comes to mind

- langa never really swore growing up either and after being around reki all the time he starts picking up and using made up swears too

- one of them will bail while trying a new trick and end up yelling 'schnizzlesnack' or some shit like that

- but also sometimes their brain doesnt catch up to what they're saying so they'll end up saying an actual word like cricket or cracker

- reki sucks at tying his shoes i don't have a reason for this but it's true he takes forever to do it

- reki had an obsession with dinosaurs when he was little and his mom kept a ton of drawings he did of them when he was younger and shows them to langa one day

- one of the drawings is of a plesiosaurus and its eloquently labeled "toast"

- one day rekis telling langa about how a lizard fell in his bowl of cereal when he was younger and langa is like "i had a standoff with a moose once" and rekis like you WHAT

- reki paints little designs on the twins' helmets when he starts teaching them how to skate

- langa got his ears pierced when he was 16 bc his mom wanted to get hers repierced since the holes had closed and he just decides to get them too

- they're just black studs and his hair usually covers his ears anyway

- but one time in the middle of class hes resting his head in his hand and his hair parts and reki sees the piercing and gets super flustered bc Holy Shit thats cute

- reki ends up asking him a ton of questions about it at lunch that day and spontaneously decides he too wants to pierce his ears

- so he recruits koyomi to help him do it since he figures if anyones willing to stab a hole in his ear its her

- she agrees and it ends up with reki sitting on the edge of the bathtub freaking the fuck out with a needle through his ear while koyomi freaks out with him and langa pretends not to laugh

- they end up having to get rekis mom to help but by some miracle reki ends up with two (definitely uneven) piercings and he feels epic

- langas favorite movie is die hard bc him and his parents used to watch it every christmas and he shows the movie to reki who ends up thinking bruce willis is the absolute coolest and watches a ton of movies hes in

- including the sixth sense which even tho its not all that scary freaks him out and he ends up texting langa at 3am asking if he thinks miya can see ghosts too

- gummy worms make reki hyper and langa always gets them for him when he stops at the store

- reki gets langa glow in the dark stars to put on his ceiling bc he thinks his room is too boring

- langa and his mom come over to the kyans' house for board games/cards once a month

- langa always wins uno but thats literally only bc of luck but it annoys the crap out of reki bc hes always on the receiving end of the +2 and +4s

- langas mom shows reki baby videos the first time they meet and langas embarrassed but doesnt really do anything bc he likes watching the videos of him and his dad too

- theres one of langa when hes like 7 years old dancing on his dads feet and it makes both langa and his mom tear up and before he leaves reki hugs both of them and thanks them for sharing that stuff with him

- langas mom adores reki

- also the first time nanako meets him she does one of those wide eye raised eyebrow oh ho ho looks at langa

- rekis mom thinks theyre dating and she'll randomly start vacuuming outside rekis room so she can peak in and make sure they're not doing anything "inappropriate"

- nanako and masae become besties and gossip about their sons

- all of rekis sisters love langa and the twins constantly cling onto his legs when he comes over

- at first langa doesn't know how to react but eventually he starts treating them like his own siblings (which with how much hes over there they might as well be) and he absolutely loves them

- reki thinks it's adorable every time langa lowers his voice to talk to one of them or lets them play with his fingers

#oops i did it again #is this longer the last it feels longer #i am not sorry tho these two mean everything to me #reki kyan #sk8 #sk8 reki #sk8 the infinity #langa hasegawa #renga #sk8 langa #lanreki

[mythiccheroacademia]

The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms 

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled 

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou: 

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world 

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has 

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC 

he has a family in the future 

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is 

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms 

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter 

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you 

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms 

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk 

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone 

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child 

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation 

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile 

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever 

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed 

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts 

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other 

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum 

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well 

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t 

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands 

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him 

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time” 

cue the waterworks 

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump 

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes 

oh shit 

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,”  you say to the boy 

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless 

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you 

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

#bnha #mha #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #tamaki x reader #mirio x reader #bakugo katsuki #Kirishima Eijirou #mirio togata #tamaki amakiji #kaminari denki #parent!bnha boys #parent bnha #mha x black reader #mha x poc!reader #mha children #mha domestic

[weasleylangs]

bunny rabbits & a clover patch - g.w

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Summary: All the times Y/N and George spent their days in the clover patch next to her house. Warnings: Minor character death (Y/N’s mother, it’s in the second paragraph), I guess a mention of the war but it’s like one or two lines  and it’s super brief like blink and you’ll miss it. Word Count: 4.8k 

A/N: A huge thank you to @whiz-bangs78​ who sent me this ask for a made up title game that inspired his entire fic (although I changed the title a smidge)! Requests are open and constructive criticism is always appreciated! This is my new baby, my most favourite thing I’ve ever written so please be nice

Please let me know if you’re interested in being added to a tag list!

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Y/N is five years old when she moves from the bustling city of Bristol to the quaint, little magical village of Ottery St. Catchpole. She’s just now starting to get her magic, little spurts here and there. Recently she dropped a ball down the stairs of the townhouse she and her dad live in and she somehow levitated it for two seconds before it slammed into a mirror and broke it.

Y/N’s dad is a muggle, her mother was a witch and unfortunately passed shortly after she was born. Being a single dad is hard, and being the single dad to a witch when you’re a muggle is even harder, so her dad did the only logical thing he could think of.

He knew his late wife dreamed of raising Y/N surrounded by magic, to give her the childhood she never had. Y/N’s mother was an extremely gifted muggle-born witch and she wanted nothing more than to raise her children with magic in tow. So when Y/N started to exhibit magical symptoms, he reached out to some of his late wife’s friends to find the best magical village in England. If it was magic she wanted, it was magic she was going to get.

That’s how he ends up here, in a tiny cottage for two on the outskirts of the village. 

He looks down at the piece of paper in his hand. It’s the address of the ‘nicest wizarding family you will ever meet’ and it turns out it’s the house on the plot of land next to his own. Scrawled in messy handwriting is the name Arthur and Molly Weasley.

He’d gotten the note from a friend, someone who works at the ministry with Arthur. He can’t provide a magical childhood for his daughter, but he hopes the lovely family that resides next to him in Ottery St. Catchpole can.

They’ve only just moved in when there’s a knock at the door. Y/N screams in excitement as her dad opens the door and she’s met with a pudgy looking woman with fiery red hair and two identically looking boys next to her. One of the boys is missing his two front teeth in the bottom row, grinning widely and the other boy is clinging to his mother’s leg, clearly more cautious than his exuberant sibling.

Y/N immediately decides they’re going to be her best friends. Even if boys have cooties and are sometimes gross. 

“I’m Y/N!” she exclaims loudly, much to the dismay of her father who reminds her to use her inside voice. This makes her pout unhappily and in turn, makes the boy clinging to his mother’s leg smile.

“I’m George!” He replies, equally loud in fashion hoping to cheer the girl up. This was not George’s best idea, however, as it then causes the missing-toothed child to declare himself as Fred so loud, Molly and Y/N’s father sends them outside. 

They sit themselves down on the clover patch to the right of the house and start getting to know each other. Y/N learns there're five other Weasley siblings, their youngest being their only sister named Ginny, she's a mere two years old and their oldest is William, who they both affectionately call Billy, and Y/N learns he's almost thirteen.

“Wow,” Y/N says, suddenly feeling extremely jealous. She’s an only child and while she’s only five, she has a child’s intuition that her dad isn’t ready to meet someone and bring more siblings into her life. “I’m jealous. I wish I had brothers and sisters.”

Fred puffs up his chest and grins, “We’ll be your brothers!” The grin on his face is 100% sincere and he looks so happy to gain another sister. 

“Really?” Y/N questions looking at George for approval. “Of course. Are we best friends now?” He questions and Y/N eagerly nods her head.

The three of them spend their time playing tag or showing each other their ‘accidental magic’. Molly at one point calls out the window at the twins telling them they know better than to encourage underage magic but when George winks at Y/N as he somehow manages to turn her hair blue for two seconds it’s clear he doesn’t care about his mother’s warning.

“It’s okay,” he starts when he sees the look of fear rise in Y/N’s eyes, “we’re only five. If someone comes they’ll just see three magical kids and leave.” 

Soon enough, Molly is muttering apologies about staying so late and trying to round up the boys to go back to their own home. Fred ends up in a tree, saying he wants to stay and poking his tongue out at his mother. 

George however, is timidly looking at the clover patch they were all sitting in and plucks one, handing it to Y/N. When she examines it, she notices it’s almost a four-leaf clover, the stem is there if you look close enough, but the leaf itself is missing. “Almost luck, for you!” 

He runs away at that, looking almost borderline shy and when Fred chases him all the way home, Y/N is convinced these boys will be her friends for life. 

-

They’re eight now, and it’s a regular occurrence for Y/N and the twins to be seen together. Their parents have started referring to them as the ‘mischief trio’ because whenever the three of them are together, no one can turn their back for a second without something happening.

Y/N’s currently at The Burrow, convincing the twins to come to see her new pet bunny rabbits. Fred is reluctant, wanting to stay and play on his toy broom and trying to convince George he wants to do the same.

Fred, as usual, has an evil plan that involves the beater’s bat in their quidditch kit and Percy’s head after he told their mum that Fred was trying to fly Charlie’s broom yesterday. This resulted in Fred getting no dessert after dinner and the eight-year-old boy wants revenge.

“I don’t know, Freddie,” George starts, looking at the small girl to his left. They might only be children, but the twins are already growing taller and Y/N can barely keep up anymore, “I kind of want to meet the bunnies.” 

“Come on, Georgie! Percy’s a prat and we need to get him back!” Fred dramatically exclaims as he flops his body onto the couch in the living room. As usual, it’s we, Y/N is always roped into the twins’ plans, and while she usually doesn’t mind, today isn’t the day for it. Fred never really knows when it’s time to be quiet, always wanting to be on the go and this pops an idea into Y/N’s head.

“Daddy got cows recently,” she begins and she notices how that immediately grabs Fred’s attention. He loves cows, whenever he’s in the car with Y/N and her father he points them out every time they see one, “you sure you don’t want to come to meet them?” 

Fred is out the door quicker than you can say pranks, running towards the fence that divides their two properties. Y/N and George have to stop and tell Molly where they’re going because Fred left so hastily, that he didn’t even tell anyone before. After Molly sighs and gives them permission that the twins don't really care if they get, George grabs Y/N’s hand and runs out the door after his brother.

When they finally catch up to him, Fred's face is bright red from exertion, almost matching his hair and his eyes are bright and wide. Y/N’s dad only got two cows at first, testing the waters with how he’d feel looking after them but Fred is in absolute awe. 

George pushes him over the fence as he’s laughing, telling him to hurry up so they can get out of the blasting summer sun. George and Y/N slowly make their way back over to the clover patch and Fred stays near the cows. He’s watching them shyly and Y/N thinks this is the only time he’s ever seen him calm and quiet- not wanting to scare the cows. 

“This is Ruby,” Y/N says as she places the small, white rabbit on George’s lap. He looks nervous like he’s worried about dropping or squeezing the bunny rabbit too hard but when he settles, the bunny is content sitting in his lap.

“This is Cutiepie, I named him!” Y/N says proudly about the black bunny rabbit in her hands, “he’s my best friend.” 

George looks up at Y/N at that and before he can say anything, Y/N is giggling, “Don’t look so worried, Georgie. You’ll always be my number one...” she pauses for a moment, and looks between Fred and the bunny rabbit in her hand before giggling, “just don’t tell Freddie.”  

The two of them sit in comfortable silence, admiring the two bunnies as they eventually clamper down their laps and start hopping around. George is mesmerised- the only pets he’s ever had have been the chickens, an owl and the gnomes if you count them and he hopes Y/N will have him over every day to play with the bunnies. And hang out with her of course. 

“Why did you want to come to hang out with the bunnies?” Y/N soon questions, curious as to why George chose the calmness over chaos. They both look over at Fred, who’s now bent at the knees looking like he’s going to run at a cow.

“I don’t know,” George shrugs, he didn’t know why he wanted to spend time sitting in one spot instead of pranking his older brother with Fred, “Bunnies are cool, I’ve never met a bunny before.”

Y/N hums in agreement, she thinks bunnies are the coolest pets someone could have and she’s glad George agrees. If George didn’t like bunnies, she thinks she’d have to demote him to number two best friend and while she loves Fred, she doesn’t want to do that.

- 

It’s the day the three of them have been waiting for as long as they can remember. They’re on Platform 9 ¾, trying to get away from their parents and onto the train.

“I’ll miss you so much, sweetie,” her dad says, and Y/N thinks she might cry. She’s never been far away from her dad for long periods of time. The longest she’s ever been away from him was two days and even then, she was just at The Burrow.

But now she’s leaving for school and it’s all the way in Scotland, which to an 11-year-old moving away for magical boarding school, is forever away from her family. Tears well up in her eyes and her dad pulls her into a hug.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says pulling away and wiping the tears that have fallen from his daughter’s eyes, “your mother would be proud too. Now remember, stick with Percy and Charlie, Molly told me they’ll look after you.” Bill had graduated earlier in the year, leaving the 2nd and 3rd oldest Weasley brothers to mentor ‘mischief trio’ as they navigated Hogwarts. 

“Please make sure the twins don’t get into too much trouble,” Molly says, pulling the small girl into a hug, but she knows it’s useless. Where Fred and George go, Y/N goes too and detention is included. 

They eventually make it onto the train, Y/N noticing the tears in her dad’s eyes as he waves to her. They look around for a few moments, trying to find an empty compartment. 

They eventually find one with just one boy in it who looks around their age. He’s got dreadlocks in his hair and he already looks bored. When he notices the doors open, he smiles widely and ushers the three of them to come sit with him.

“I’m Lee,” he introduces himself and after the introductions are done they find out he’s also in their year and convinced he’s going to be in Gryffindor.

“Us too!” The twins shout at the same time. Their entire family are in Gryffindor and while the Weasley’s are by no means a strict wizarding family, the twins would feel quite odd if they weren’t sorted into Gryffindor.

Y/N however, did not know what house she’d be sorted into. Her mother had been in Ravenclaw but she didn’t believe she had any of the Ravenclaw attributes. Lost in her thoughts, she doesn’t notice George shuffling closer to her and tapping her gently.

“Are you okay?” He asks and Y/N nods her head, contemplating if she should express her worry to George. She knows it’s silly, but now she’s starting to get a bit worked up. Worried that after all these years, her and George will drift apart, especially if they’re in different houses and definitely if she’s in Slytherin. “Just worried. What if… What if we drift apart, Georgie?” she whispers.

George hates to admit he’s had the same worry and the look on Y/N’s face tells George this is the first time she’s even considered this and it’s killing him. He’s grown quite affectionate for Y/N over their six years of friendship. Molly and Y/N’s dad have jokingly asked when’s the wedding numerous times and while they both yell about cooties, George’s face gets the tiniest bit red every single time the joke is mentioned. 

“I promise we won’t. Remember what I said the day we became friends? Best friends, and best friends are a forever kind of thing,” he promises, holding out his pinky for Y/N to wrap her own around and they stamp each other’s thumb with their own. Their way of promising each other. 

“Remember, if you break the promise, Georgie, your thumb breaks,” she says with full sincerity and George remembers the one time he gave her this exact threat. She had cried for 20 minutes thinking that she’d accidentally made an Unbreakable Vow over getting ice-cream with him at Diagon Alley and poor nine-year-old George was forced into comforting Y/N and apologised profusely.

Fred and Lee are talking animatedly about quidditch (Fred can’t wait to be a beater and while Lee isn’t big on sports, he thinks he’d be a great commentator) when Y/N spots George rifling through his bag. 

He pulls out a photograph and smiles as he looks down at it. It’s the last picture they took together before summer ended. Y/N’s dad took it on his muggle camera so it’s not moving, but George doesn’t mind. They’re smiling widely, bigger than they’ve ever smiled before and holding their wands they just got at Diagon Alley. They, of course, are standing in their clover patch, Y/N trying to hold the black bunny rabbit and wand at the same time and her dad clicked the capture button just as Cutiepie tried to jump out of Y/N’s arms. 

It makes him laugh every time he looks at it, but seeing the worry still in Y/N’s brow, he thinks she needs the photo more than he does. “Here,” he says, nudging her briefly and handing her the photo. “When you’re worried we’re drifting, look at this and remember you’re stuck with me forever.”

Y/N’s eyes well with tears, this is the sweetest gesture anyone has ever done for her. “Thanks, Georgie. You’re stuck with me as well,” she says, tucking the picture into her robe pocket that rests over her heart.

- 

Summer of ‘92 arrives fast and once again, Y/N spends most of her time at The Burrow causing mayhem. Today, her dad’s at work and while he 100% trusts his daughter to be home alone, he does not trust her best friends, so she waltzes over to The Burrow, walking in like she’s lived there her whole life, kisses Molly hello on the cheek and runs around, trying to find her boys. 

It’s scorching, way too hot for summer in Devon and all the Weasley siblings who still live at home have decided to go swimming in the pond. They started playing Marco Polo until Fred started cheating by running outside of the pond so he wouldn’t get caught and then tried to play Chicken fight until Ginny fell off of George’s shoulders and almost hit her head. 

Now, everyone’s calmed down and just relaxing. George and Y/N are cuddled up and floating around and it’s making her heart race. In the last year, her feelings for George have developed from platonic to romantic and being this close to him, while not unusual, is making her heart race. But it doesn’t last long, and soon enough Fred splashes them to get their attention.

“I’m tired and I need a nap, I’m going inside,” Fred says, eyeing his best friends. He’s had the assumption that something is going on with them for a while, and while he’d love to meddle, this is George and Y/N and there’s an unspoken rule between the three of them that involves not messing with each other.

So George and Y/N decide to get out of the pond and make their way over to Y/N’s house. They sit themselves down in their clover patch and quickly get the bunnies out. It’s a tradition at this point, and this is their spot. This is the place they tell each other everything, almost everything in Y/N’s case and the place nothing else matters but each other.

Cutiepie and Ruby are getting older now, but they’ve had babies and now there’s plenty of bunnies surrounding the pair of friends. George picks one of the babies up and nurses it, having gotten over his fear of squishing them long ago. He pulls faces at them that cause Y/N to laugh and George loves it.

He loves making her laugh.

“How weird is it that we had You-Know-Who on the back of Quirrell's head, teaching us all year?” George says. They both heard the stories first hand from Harry, Ron and Hermione. The school year they just finished being ridiculous for the three first years, but Y/N can’t help the anxious bubble forming in her throat.

“I’m scared, Georgie,” she says, turning to face him and the fear in her eyes is obvious, “We’re only young but whatever’s happening seems like it’s going to be happening fast now Harry’s at school.” She sniffles, and George thinks he’s put his foot in his mouth. So he does the only thing he knows how to do.

He shuffles closer to Y/N and wraps his arms around her, difficult because of the two bunnies in their laps but he makes it work. “I’m always going to protect you, don’t worry,” he says confidently. He doesn’t know how or when he’d need to protect her, but she must know just how much she means to him.

They sit in silence, just listening to each other breathing and patting the bunnies in their lap. The silence between them is always comfortable, nine years of friendship does that to you. But George is itching to ask something, ask something that could change everything. He’s noticed, recently, that while himself and Fred are at quidditch practice, Y/N and Lee are getting closer. 

Sometimes, when Oliver sets quidditch practice on the weekends, Y/N and Lee go to Hogsmeade together and George wonders why he has an icky feeling in his stomach when he hears about their days when that happens. 

“Can I ask you something?” George asks and there’s no backing out now. He has no plans to confess, not at age 14 when he doesn’t think he needs a relationship, but he needs to know or he might, as Fred would say dramatically, die. When Y/N hums in agreement and turns to remove herself from his arms, his heart starts beating faster and before he can even stop himself, he’s blurting out the question-

“Are you dating Lee?” 

Y/N stares at him in shock, not entirely convinced he hasn’t picked up her feelings for him and then she laughs. She laughs hard. And George is so confused that he starts laughing as well.

“Me and Lee?” She questions between giggles, “There’s no way, he’s like,” she laughs again at the thought of her and Lee dating, “he’s like in love with Angelina. It’s ridiculous.” 

George realises how dumb he sounds. Lee’s feelings for Angelina have been so obvious, especially when he decides to comment on how good-looking she is during matches now that he’s the quidditch commentator. But George always thought he was joking and from his perspective, it always seemed like Lee had a small thing for Y/N. 

“Lee and I are a no go,” she says when George doesn’t say anything besides his awkward laughter, “I.. I think I like someone else, but I don’t know. I’m 14 for crying out loud,” she laughs, “I don’t know what love is.”

She’s lying, she’s 100% sure love is what she feels with George Weasley. The way she feels with the twins is different. Fred is chaos personified and she knows if she’s ever hurt, Fred will be the first person to go after whoever hurt her, no matter who it is. But George is comforting, like home-cooked meals and Molly’s sweaters personified and she’s sure this is what love is. 

George pretends to agree, they’re both as clueless as each other in regards to their feelings. George knows what love is, and it’s what he feels for his best friend who’s sitting with him in their tiny clover patch.

- 

Y/N’s heart is aching. She hasn’t seen the twins in weeks and without seeing George every day, her days are a little bit duller. She understands he’s been busy, after all, opening the most anticipated joke shop in Diagon Alley is bound to take up most of your time, but Y/N misses the days when she could yell for her best friend and he’d come running, no questions asked. 

Y/N’s short term boyfriend has just broken up with her and she longs for the comfort she knows the lanky, 18-year-old ginger could give her. They weren’t together long and she knows she should never have tried to date someone while she thinks she’s still in love with George, but it still hurts.

So, she’s sitting in the clover patch as usual. She still lives at home, her father being accommodating while there’s a war raging in the Wizarding World and he understands it’s hard to get a job these days. 

She always sits there when she needs the comfort of George and he’s nowhere near. Today is one of those days. Everything is building up and she needs him but she doesn’t want to be a bother. They owl back and forth most days and he’s always talking about how much work he has to do.

She’s been laying in the clover patch, their clover patch, for so long the sun is starting to set and when she sits up she sees him.

George doesn’t miss the red-rimmed eyes and the messy hair that’s covered in grass. He notices the confused look on her face and he picks up a clover and conjures it into a bouquet of wildflowers as he walks over to her.

“Hi, darling,” he says, sitting down and passing her the bouquet. Y/N is trying her hardest to pretend like her heart isn’t swooning but it is, and it’s all George’s fault. “Your dad owled me. Said you needed some George time,” he chuckles quietly and Y/N lets out a groan.

Of course, her dad decided to meddle. 

“Hey, don’t stress,” George says as he sees the look of annoyance on her face, “I don’t mind. I told you I’m always here for you, didn’t I?” She hates that he’s right.

“You did,” she starts, “but you’ve been so busy. You don’t deserve to be forced into listening to my boy troubles.” She’s mocking herself now and George lightly pushes her and shakes his head. Anything upsetting Y/N is worth listening too and he’d listen to her drone on about a broken muggle device if it meant she wasn’t bottling her emotions up. 

“Sean broke up with me, said I wasn’t in it enough for him, which…” She trails off, debating whether she should continue, “he wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t in it enough for him but it still sucks,” she mutters. 

George is well aware she just got out of a relationship and he’s also well aware they’ve been friends, for now, thirteen years and if anything was going to happen between them, it would have happened by now. But he can’t help but feel the slightest bit happy when he hears they’ve broken up. 

“Do you want to talk about why?” He enquires trying to be a good friend. Y/N falls flat on her back and sighs as she looks up at the sky above her, “I’ve been in love with the same person since I was 14 and I think I was trying to get over him? Or is that too specific?” she laughs but George knows she isn’t joking. 

“Why… Why haven’t you told them?” He asks, hoping to all four founders of Hogwarts that Y/N is talking about him. She looks at him, a glint in her eye and she decides she needs answers. She needs to know if her feelings for George Weasley are ever going to be reciprocated or if she needs to get over him.

“Scared. We’ve been friends for so long…” She hints and she hopes to Godric he gets the hint and doesn’t think she’s talking about Fred, but decides to say more just in case, “He’s tall, funny, ginger, an incredible quidditch player, great with animals…”

“You like Charlie?” He teases to hide the excitement bubbling in his chest and she has to resist the urge to slap him. But she caught the glint of happiness in her eyes and he doesn’t even have to speak for her to know her feelings are reciprocated.

She launches herself into his lap, almost pressing him into a bunny when he falls backwards and she straddles his waist, pressing kisses over his cheeks, “No! I love you, George Fabian Weasley!” 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he exclaims, swatting her away, “What if I didn’t love you back?” He teases, eyebrows raised and Y/N lets out a cackle of laughter, “I know you, George Weasley, the look in your eye made it obvious you were excited I love you.”

It’s George’s turn to smile like an idiot as he rolls them over and presses his lips to hers, finally. Thirteen years of friendship, four years of loving her and he was not prepared for this kiss to knock the wind out of his lungs. All the love he feels for her is reciprocated and he feels like the happiest man in the entire world. 

When they pull apart, George’s eyes are transfixed on hers. The redness disappearing and being replaced by what he can only assume is absolute pure joy. She blushes and turns her head, not being able to handle the attention he’s giving her and when George tries to follow her eyes, his own eye catches something.

He reaches up above her head and plucks something out of the ground before showing it to her. “A four-leaf clover,” he whispers and George can’t help but think it’s fate. The day they became friends he’d found almost a four-leaf clover and the day they became more, he found a real one.

“Your lucky day, boyfriend,” she winks as she pulls him into another kiss, but he stops her and she gives him a pout, “Who said I was your boyfriend?” He teases and the look of fear that flickers across Y/N’s face is reminiscent of the day he threatened her with a broken thumb.

“I- I- Sorry, I assum-” He cuts her off with a kiss, laughing against her lips, “You just didn’t give me a chance to ask you, darling,” he says as he pulls away and Y/N’s face is as red as a tomato in embarrassment and he kisses both her cheeks in reassurance.

“Y/N Y/L/N, would you please be my girlfriend?” he asks, but it’s almost phrased like a statement, like she has no other choice and honestly, Y/N doesn’t mind.

When she pretends to think about it, George waggles his eyebrows and waves the four-leaf clover in her face and she pulls him into a kiss again, hoping that a ‘yes, I’ll be yours for the rest of my days’ is obvious.

#george weasley #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley imagine #george weasley one shot #george weasley x reader

[flowerflamestars]

okay i’m still obsessed with your idea of nesta and tarquin together!! would you mind giving us a little more on that, like how would they first interact, what would nesta think of him, all of that? thank you so much!!!! 💚💚

I would love to!!!

The important thing to remember about the Tarquin Draft is that is has the same main story as Daylight: Nesta in Day, Nesta the Library, Helion’s grumpy best, best truest friend ride or die companion.

So Nesta doesn’t actually meet Tarquin again until she’s halfway to okay. It’s plotwise timeline closest to where she is in the most recent chapter- feeling at home in her body, really hitting her stride as Librarian, gaining a reputation as just an absolutely formidable force who helps anyone who asks.

There’s been correspondence between the Library and Summer- Nesta, acting as a go-between for Kallias- but remember, no one uses her name. 

So it’s a big surprise when the Librarian arrives in Summer, pulls down her black and gold hood and...there is Feyre Archeron’s face, like a nightmare. Except not- wearier, sharper, older, devastation and salvation like the sunrise after a storm at sea- Nesta, who laughs in Cresseida’s face when the Princess of Adriata calls her a Night Court spy.

Nesta: wouldn’t that require belonging to the Night Court? Try my baby sister, if you’d like to yell about idiotic plans. Where are the books that keep eating people?

Cresseida is so wary, but Nesta, of course, isn’t actually going to leave before handling the cursed trove some Summer sailors pulled from the sea. She’s the Librarian.

Tarquin just...doesn’t want this. Doesn’t want to be proved inexperienced, that he can’t act for his people’s good by a beautiful woman again. But Nesta aggressively wants to help, and ultimately, he lets her.

And Nesta acts nothing like Feyre.

She takes off that cloak of office (listen, I’m picturing like, the coolest wide-legged, sleeveless white linen jumpsuit that has EVER existed, chic but functional), puts on a sunhat that she...magicked into her hand? and stomps into the shallows. Starts pulling sailors souls out of the treasure and hauling them to shore.

It’s terrifyingly efficient. And listen, Tarquin doesn’t give a shit about rank, so he, after some very blushy surprise because no, he did not know he had a competency kink and Nesta Archeron has tiny adorable little freckles on her shoulders- gets in the waves to help.

Nesta doesn’t even look at him.

What she does is save the lives of twelve of his men, pick up the faintly hissing, utterly cursed chest of books that started all this, and ask Cresseida is there’s a room where she can work. 

So they take her to the palace. 

The beautiful ambassadors rooms, windows and silk and the sound of water. 

It becomes clear that the curse is in fact, just a curse, but one that can only be broken under the full moon, which is two weeks away. So Nesta stays, being the only person who can keep that magic from spreading. The only payment she wants is to take the books back when she goes which leaves Tarquin, arms full of the traditional gift of pearls, VERY embarrassed.

But he gets over it. Tarquin is genuinely chill- he has baggage from the weight of his responsibility, of being fooled by the Night Court- but he’s also so, so young. Kind. Curious. He doesn’t want to judge Nesta on the actions of people related to her, and once she proves herself, he doesn’t.

And meanwhile Nesta is like, cool. Cool, cool, cool- I can’t sleep while I’m here, I can’t winnow home and sleep because the Library can’t suppress a curse from hundreds of miles away, I’m not going to steal the books like a fucking thief in the night like Feyre-

So Nesta does a lot of exploring. 

Tarquin comes into the harbor one morning, pink still streaking the sky. He’d been up in predawn doing Manly Boating Things with his navy- he walks through the harbor, lets the sounds his happy people sooth the rush of magic that still surprises him- to shape the sea, to cease the waves, to bend the world, to call the tide- and goes looking for breakfast.

Instead, he finds Nesta.

In line a line waiting for fresh bread and pastries, in another insanely attractive white outfit, looking at the sky. She’s alone- he’d given her guards, servants, knew damn well Cresseida was watching her- holding a basket, drinking coffee with her free hand.

So Tarquin joins her.

It cannot be overstated how genuinely charmed they both are with how normal it is. No death and war between them. No magic drawing them together. No real history- Nesta isn’t Feyre in the slightest- just a man with salt drying in his hair and a beautiful grin, asking if he can buy Nesta breakfast. 

Just Nesta, and the only High Lord she’s ever met besides Helion who isn’t aggressive. As she says, Nesta has as many problems with High Fae men as they tend to her- the siren song of power, challenge called to challenge by her very primordial being.

And listen, Tarquin is a huge, very physical dude. Summer faeries are touchy, in a friendly way. But he also, like Helion, is smart enough to pick up on how screamingly uncomfortable men make Nesta. He doesn’t know why, and noticing it made him feel a little sick- but he’s careful. Kind, funny Tarquin, whose managed in knowing her just a few days to figure out how to approach her without triggering her.

So Nesta says yes. Nesta probably says something snarky as hell about his High Lordly hospitality.

And Tarquin laughs- genuinely, beautiful.

He’s still laughing when they get to humble little window, and Nesta goes still. 

Tarquin clocks it- handles what they’re doing, gets Nesta out of the line of people without unnecessarily touching her. He sort of thinks she’s having a panic attack?- finds a nice quiet bench under a tree. He’s also pretty sure he’s making it worse just by being present, but he’s not going to leave her alone like this- so Tarquin just like, sits on the ground.

Which startles Nesta. She looks up- he doesn’t know her well enough to know what’s going on, so he’s extremely confused when Nesta goes: why is she here?

Tarquin: ???

Nesta: the HUMAN

There’s part of Nesta thinking the worst possible scenarios- what her past and the Night court taught her. 

But Tarquin just like, blinks? Sets down the pastry bag on the bench for Nesta and is says well, she was shipwrecked. A whole passenger ship from the continent last summer- she was going to the North, to start a new business. But she liked it here, and decided to stay. 

Nesta: that human woman, owns a business? Here. 

Tarquin, who’s starting to get what is happening here: Yes. She’s a Summer Court citizen.

Nesta eats a pastry. Nesta, face wry, eventually hands a pastry to Tarquin, who’d seemingly decided she needed them more than he did. Tarquin wolfs it down in three bites, just enough time for Nesta to grumpily confess: I’ve never seen a free human, above the Wall.

Tarquin, haltingly, shyly is like: well, I want it to be different. We all share the same world. Acting like we’re not all the same is how Hybern almost took over- 

By the end of the sentence he’d managed to look up. That was the voice a High Lord, a man who had power and would use it.

So they have this truce, a spark of very real, pretty damned charmed interest. They walk back to the Palace across the whole city, talking.

The next day Nesta is deep in working Librarianing while she’s there- and Tarquin just pops up. Draws as little attention to himself as possible to be like, here. I noticed your hat blew away yesterday? So I brought you a new one. And some coffee. Do you like it cold? Don’t let me get in the way, what you’re doing is important.

What he means by important: incredible. 

It had taken him ages to find her, because Nesta is apparently spending her spare time- does she sleep??- winnowing all over his territory, solving any problems anyone asks of her, bringing books to schools. Talking to regional leaders about what their educational needs are. Chatting with sea monsters so the fishermen understand they’ll be totally safe, so long as they always throw back in that one kind of crab that the baby krackens exclusively eat.

And look, it is a coping strategy. Nesta CANNOT rest by the sound of the sea- but she’d also realized this kingdom her sister had fucked with had been hit so, so hard by Amarantha, and then the war. That she can help, so she will.

But she just kind of stops. Tarquin left as quickly as he came she’s just there like- coffee. hat. BEAUTIFUL RESPECTFUL MAN. It’s not the vibe of her and Helion. It’s flirty but not...pressing? It’s nothing like how any faerie man (see: Cassian) who wanted her has ever, ever treated her and it’s just...so, nice.

He’s nice. Gorgeous. Easy to be around, which Does Not Happen to Nesta ever.

Nesta breaks the curse and leaves. 

Keeps her promise to the schools, visits to sit on the shore and talk to sea monster babies, so much more prodigious now that they have enough food.

Tarquin thinks she’s amazing, and he starts writing to her. For real Lordship reasons, but also just to see what she’ll say- he wants to know how humans live. How his cities could integrate them. Can they use magic? Will they, if it’s available to them?  

Tarquin finds someone- witty, beautiful, so intriguing- who believes in the value of his most difficult dreams. Nesta finds someone who looks at the most fraught, hurt parts of her- humanity lost, a terrible human life, that she still, even now, asks herself sometimes if she can belong, and treats those things as important and integral.

And they fall in love.

It’s a story about a lot of things- Nesta, who drowned to become, learning the whole seas of world will still for her, protect her. Tarquin who does revolutionize his kingdom, and spend centuries counting Nesta’s freckles as they peel and disappear. 

Love of choice. Nesta, in the sun, being adored. Tarquin, who so many people think is foolish, a reckless dreamer, defended by the most loyal person on earth. 

There’s small details i love so much it makes me want to go to the extremely troublesome work of writing them their own story- Nesta inviting the mermaids from the Night Court waters to live in a place no on is afraid of them. Tarquin who is both sort of a golden retriever but ALSO a proud, petty bitch when tried, draping Nesta head to toe in rubies for inter-court events. 

With Tarquin the story really embraces the idea of eternity- of possibility. They’re young, they’re equals in this eternal life. There’s so many years ahead of them, so many things they can do: they have time to go slow, to make changes, to learn each other inside and out as they become the people they want to be.

[hotdogct]

under the same sky ||| teaser

“An age where you feel like you could love anyone, where you put everything on the line for the smallest of things. Eighteen. Adults say that it’s an age where we laugh if a leaf tumbles by. But back then, we were more serious than any adult, more intense, and had our strength tested...That was how our eighteen was beginning.”

-Sung Shi-Won, 응답하라 1997.

Synopsis: 1999. Amongst the sea of white raincoats and balloons belonging to Club H.O.T. you befriend Kim Jungwoo - a boy with a secret - who immediately fills your world with vivid color. With the new millennium approaching almost as quickly as high school graduation, your heart belongs to one man only: Kangta. And as his own future looms in the distance, Jungwoo can’t decide if merely idolizes the man, or if he wants to be the next Kangta.

He is certain of one thing, however: he is absolutely smitten by you.

Pairing: Student!Jungwoo x (f) Student!Reader

Genre: late 90′s!au. fluff, slice of life. friends-to-lovers, angst-ish. painful ending, you’ve been warned. 💀 Word Count: 10k++++ (teaser: 1.5k) Release Date: ???

Snoopy0219: how am i going to find you tomorrow! Snoopy0219: should i sing out ‘baaa baaaaa’ like i’m looking for a sheep in a pasture?? Baabaakangta: hahahhahahahahhahahaaaa please Baabaakangta: would you actually?? Snoopy0219: ;) you underestimate me Snoopy0219: do you have a pager?? lets exchange numbers Snoopy0219: or you could dress up as a sheep hehe Snoopy0219: that would be one way to have kangta notice you!!! Baabaakangta: >:( not. funny. Baabaakangta: i’ll be wearing a cow print hat, i’ll have a snoopy related gift sitting outside my bag?? Snoopy0219: okay!! i’ll go up and down the line ‘baa baaaaaaa’ing until i find you!! ^__^ Snoopy0219: see you tomorrow, sheep!!!!!!

You nervously look around as you settle into your spot in line, in no immediate rush to sit down on the hard concrete. While there weren’t many others amongst the crowd, it dawns on you you aren’t the only one sporting a big, fluffy, cow print bucket hat. Thinking back to your conversation with Snoopy the night before, you pull the small dog plush you had bought as a gift for your new friend out of your drawstring bag, making sure it would be visible to anyone passing by. 

Time slowly passes once you sit. At first you’re eager to fidget with your pager - sending a quick ‘8282’ to Snoopy, checking nervously every few minutes for a reply. Eventually the device vibrates in your lap, notifying you that she was on her way. The atmosphere was getting livelier by the minute, with fan groups dispersed neatly all around the perimeter of the arena, identifiable immediately by the color of their balloons and raincoats. Fan club leaders equipped with bullhorns led their respective contingents in song and chants, a preview of the many performances to come later that evening. Club H.O.T. was no exception, with girls going up and down the ever-growing line handing out support goods and spare white balloons, while ‘Hope’ played on repeat through a boombox towards the front of the queue. When you first arrived, the unexpected fervor of fanchants made you flinch, but after a couple of minutes you found yourself joining in, mindlessly adding your voice to the collective. 

All of your senses were overwhelmed. There wasn’t much time for your mind to ruminate anxiously about finally meeting Snoopy face to face. Nothing about her had seemed dangerous - which is why you extended the invite in the first place. On the very slim chance that she turned out to be a creep, she’d be insane to harm you in such a crowded place. You weren’t really worried about getting along with Snoopy - you knew that wouldn’t be a problem from your extensive chat logs. Rather you were terrified of what she would think of you - if she would even want to be your friend after meeting you in person...

“Baa baa?”

Your pulse increases rapidly, hearing the agreed upon saying that you and Snoopy had laughed about last night. But when you stand up and turn around to get a good first look at your new friend, your jaw drops open.

Standing before you, scratch that - above you is a...boy? He towers over you, black hair with messy overgrown bangs that surely had to impact his field of vision, framed in contrast by the hood of his standard issue white raincoat. His features were round - expressive eyes, button nose, full cheeks and chapped lips, currently pressed together and curved upward in a smile. He blinks once, twice, tilts his head slightly to the side, much as a dog might. 

“Baa baa? It’s me, Snoopy.”

Unbelievable, you think to yourself. It takes you a moment to find your voice amidst the living nightmare you suddenly were inhabiting, but you knew you had to be assertive and stand your ground.

“Did she really send her brother to prank me?! Get lost.”

If the boy was insulted, he sure didn’t look it. He was unfazed - the same soft smile remained on his face despite your hostility, as if he was aware of something you weren’t.

“Sheep, it’s really me, honest.” 

“Prove it.”

You regret your words the moment they leave your mouth. Without hesitation or warning, the boy swiftly closes the gap between you two, his face too close for comfort as it grazes past your own; his hot breath tickling your forehead, cheek, and finally your ear, where he whispers:

“I know aaaaallllll about that dream you had the other day, the one where you ran into Kangta at the convenience store and then, you know...~~’ 

Stunned into silence, cheeks-practically-burning-off-of-your-face-they're-so-red, you resist your immediate urge to slap this guy across the face, the nerve of the pervert…! Instead you thrust your arms out, making contact with his chest and successfully managing to push him away. He stumbles two, three steps back, his hands up in defense.

“T-that was in confidence, you jerk!” you stutter out, looking down at the ground and praying your beet red cheeks would calm down sooner rather than later, covering them with your hands.

The boy laughs - rather loudly, melodically, and pulls a pager out of his back pocket. Seconds later, the telltale notification lands on your respective device. The sharp features of your face softened slightly at the realization. Snoopy, he really was...

Lifting your head back up, you scan the boy standing in front of you over once, twice - this time taking notice of his lanky frame, narrow shoulders, tiny waist. Certainly non-threatening, but you’re still skeptical.

“I’m really sorry, it was never my intention to mislead you. Let’s start this over.” the boy clears his throat, and then bows, softly. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Snoopy, but since that hasn’t really worked out...you can call me by my actual name - it’s Jungwoo.”

“Uh-huh, Jungwoo. Is this how you pick up girls? Chat them up on Club H.O.T. and then-”

“I wasn’t lying about my love for H.O.T.!” He interrupts you, hands waving wildly in the air. “I think they’re the coolest!” 

At this he steps back and begins dancing the all too familiar choreography for “Candy”, singing out loud to the chorus timidly. You dimly recall Snoopy Jungwoo mentioning the hours he would spend learning each new dance routine, and the effort clearly showed - his movements bright and sharp throughout the chorus. You could’ve sworn he was defying gravity when he jumped - you had never seen someone so lightweight on their feet before.

And yet your expression was unreadable - mind a blur on account of the entire situation unfolding in front of you. Jungwoo notices this as he finishes, the smile dropping from his face as he catches his breath. Silence falls briefly between you both.

“...you really think I’d travel all the way here from Gimpo for a joke?”

There was now a tinge of sadness apparent in Jungwoo’s voice, and guilt washes over you in a sudden, cold wave. You can feel his eyes on you, the weight of your initial cruelty and skepticism like a hundred stones in each pocket.

“I love dancing, I love singing,” he continues. “I genuinely think H.O.T. are the best, are the coolest. I’m studying to be an engineer - I love school, I get good grades. Why can’t I enjoy both things?” When you fail to come up with any semblance of a retort, Jungwoo sighs, shifts his weight back and forth on his hips. 

“That's why I didn’t tell you the truth. It’s why I’m here now. If word got out back home that I was a card carrying Club H.O.T. member...” he fishes around for his wallet in his back pocket, fumbles through the card slots until finding his membership card, showing it to you with shaky hands, “I wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

There, printed in clean handwriting, was his name: 김정우.

You believed him by now - honestly you had the moment your pager went off while he was standing right in front of you. Snoopy, Jungwoo - whatever they wanted to call themselves - was your friend. What difference did his gender make, anyways? With a firm mental reminder to not share any of your dirty daydreams about Kangta going forward, you decided to finally drop your guard. It was time to have some fun.

“Some advice?” Jungwoo looks up at you upon hearing your voice, in the middle of putting his membership card back in his wallet. “If you don’t want your friends to find that card, maybe don’t carry it in your wallet.”

Jungwoo struggles for a moment before figuring out you were screwing with him. Once he puts two and two together, it doesn’t take long for his boisterous, musical laugh you heard minutes prior to fill the space between you and him, head thrown back to the late afternoon sky. It was now his turn to feel flustered - although his cheeks seemed to take on a much more flattering pink tone to them when embarrassed, a trait you were quickly envious of. An unspoken concession occurs between the two of you as you sit down.

To Jungwoo, however - it felt much more like falling.

authors note: my first ‘big’ fic!!! my baby!!! she’s very much still a work in progress, but after nearly 2 months of wanting to commit to writing something longer and then sitting on my bum lol. this is what i’ve got so far, but i do have a full outline and i’m chipping away at it day by day. any kind of feedback or general excitement for this would be so appreciated 🥺

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[milk-carton-whump]

Here's Asher and Niner having a good day snuggling in the sun♡

Asher and Roger belong to @whumpasaurus101

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CW: strong language, pet whump, conditioning, fluff, comfort, snuggles, slapped, manhandling

Meeting Asher

He didn't know why Roger had brought him to some guy's house but he already hated it. He wondered if it was for a punishment or something worse, unsure of what the worse option could be. Roger knocked on the door and tightened his grip on Asher's arm. 

"You behave while we're here, Asher. Oh and play nice with his pet?" He said squeezing Asher's arm painfully. 

"Ow! Fuck! Geez fine I will!" Asher snapped back only to get a slap across the face. 

The door opened and a tall, pretty lanky guy with gray hair and glasses stood in the doorway. He had a smile for Roger but it faltered and fell as he looked at Asher. 

"C'mon in. K-9 is in the dining room and just make sure your pet doesn't go on the furniture, I'd hate to have to clean it." The man said as he led Roger to his computer room so they would talk and fix Roger's computer. 

"You heard him, get out of here." Roger said as he pushed Asher away toward the dining room. 

Thoughts raced through Asher's head, the man had a pet and had referred to it as K-9. There was a good chance it was a dog but he wasn't entirely sure what to think. He looked around at the decor as he awkwardly made his way into the dining room. The house was painted a dark red color with lots of accenting golds and black. As Asher stepped into the dining room fully, he heard what sounded like a growl. 

He froze up thinking it had to be an aggressive dog or something like that. He turned his head toward the sound and saw a person, who looked to be a few years older than him, on all fours growling at him from around the table. The sight caught him completely off guard, he expected maybe a dog or a pet like him but the fact that this one seemed to be pretty dog-like made his stomach churn. 

"I… hey what the fuck? Are you… are you okay??..... K-9, that's you right?" Asher asked as he nervously dropped down into a crouching position. 

Niner growled again though it was softer, he stared at the stranger trying to decide if he was a threat. He crawled forward, hesitantly and saw the newcomer wince. He caught sight of the collar around the boy's neck, realizing he was a pet but different from the kind he was. It threw him off and made him sit back on his knees. 

"Do… do you have a name other than K-9… I… are you okay??" Asher asked again.

Asher watched the other pet seem to consider the question, it seemed to make him really think. He didn't think it had been a hard question to answer but maybe it was. He knew he hated looking at what Niner was, he had clearly been trained to be a dog, the very definition of a pet. 

"... K-9 goes… goes by Niner too… K-9 is okay." Niner said with a raspy and broken voice. 

Asher winced again, he couldn't help but feel bad. 

"Niner?... I uh.. I'm Asher… what uh… what do you like to do?" He asked, trying to make small talk, still sickened by the fact the boy in front of him was so dog-like. 

Niner seemed to perk up at that and a smile crossed his face excitedly. He scrambled up and grabbed Asher's hand, he felt the other boy flinch but dragged him up. He held Asher's hand in his and carefully opened the back door, he quickly pulled him outside. 

The pair now stood in Hayes's fenced in backyard, it was warm and the privacy fence kept them from seeing into the surrounding yards. Niner pulled Asher with him to the soft green grass and flopped down in it, fully waiting for the other boy to follow his lead. He watched Asher sit down in the grass cross legged and just watch. 

Niner rolled onto his stomach and patted the grass next to him, he hoped that Asher would understand. Asher hesitated but finally gave in and laid down beside Niner in the grass. 

"Th-this is my yard that…. Has the warmest sun. An-and has the coolest shade…. And that" He said pointing at a hole in the fence, "is … is Duke's house.."

Asher picked up on what almost sounded like affection in Niner's voice as he talked about the house on the other side of the fence. Niner continued to ramble in his raspy voice and eventually scooted closer to just press his head against Asher's shoulder. 

He dismissed it as hearing things and soon the pair were just snuggled close in the grass, enjoying the warm sun and ability to not worry about their owners for a bit. They had their arms wrapped around each other, Asher on his back and Niner laid on top. Niner's face was buried into the other boy's neck, fast asleep and snoring softly. Asher had his arms around Niner's body, holding him in a tight embrace, his fingers twitched as he mumbled nonsense in his sleep. 

They stayed wrapped in each others embrace for hours, fast asleep and soaking in the warmth of the day. Two pets happy to have company and a new friend.

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