#hello dh tag it is me yet again

[sneezydarliing]

HI. hypmic anon im back hello. Sorry in advance for the long ass scroll of text DHDHSB. I dont think you can even begin to understand how RABID your reply made me im giggling kicking my feet rn. Its canon TO ME!!!!! ALL OF IT!!! (well almost all of it bc i dont think ramuda would keep the gifts especially if they would get in his way bc hes a dick. And i love him for it. Fake ass bastard <3) no fr he "has to be in control" are you trying to kill me genuinely. Genuine question

scenarios are. Oh gosh okay i love. Control. I want to crush him like a bug i NEED to see him crack so i dont really care too much about the cause but GOSH having to power through a shitty (emotionally and physically) day WITH the added pressure of a whole ass fake persona on top of everything else. Soooo delicious to me. Anything with him just being surrounded by people especially FANS and having to keep up the /everything/ while just wanting to be anywhere else...... im SO sick of this guy i hate him

Also also okay listen dont judge me TOO much here but i. Am coming. From the anime adaptation i KNOWWW I KNOW thats like a cardinal sin or whatever but listen i dont know enough jp to go beyond like, the first few cd dramas and i DEFINITELY dont know enough to tackle the drb game (can we have a localization im actually on my knees begging) and i did catch up on a few of the cd dramas but i never got to dh and bat.... But the anime did just get to them. Dh seem very. They seem very. (<- a person who got into hypmic bc they saw art of sasara and thought they would like him)

ANYWAYS. That is to say i might not know them too well YET but I WILL STILL!! CONSUME ANY AND ALL HYPMIC CONTENT!!! So rest assured there is an audience (albeit small) and also im gonna shout out the anime adaptation omw out bc listen that shit is so fucking bad its so funny. Who greenlit them for a second season im crying

To finish this word dump off, i will offer up another little scenario for matenro which im gonna assume are the mtr in your tags (and sorry in advance if its a typo and you meant mtc and im just being dumb) specifically some domestic hifudo bc i still CANNOT believe they canonically live together like are you kidding me. Anyways im putting peak himbo hifumi out of commission bc of some virus that has been going around in his workplace. And doppo is fucking fighting for his life bc hifumi always does all the housework and cooking (CANONICALLY. im never getting over these two) and 'oh my god what does a sick person even need like are you joking ive never taken a sick day in my life and you expect me to take care of another person????' Ft jakurai on doppos speed dial trying to calm him down bc its really not that bad

HELLO AGAIN!!!!!!!! holding this so dear omg...

You are so right in all of it !!!! Admitidly I like DH bc they're very silly. Thr anime id so bad but i hold it so dear bc so is the game. Hypmic at its essence is just. Lovably terrible.I was lucky enough to be able to read a lot of the manga when slug still had it up so I do know a lot more more than the anime puts out !!! The anime is silly though love it

I really wish they'd come out with an arb eng but bcuz there's not many western fans my hopes aren't high 😔

ALSO I love that scenario so much... domestic hifudo is so dear to me I love them so much. Hifu being taken care of for once instead of bring the one that always takes care of others they make me emotional

#love all of these sm #also i love you hyp/mic anon please continue to grace me with your prescrnce wheneevr you please #snz stuff #theres a super cute hifudo sick doppo fic on here SOMEWHERE but i cannot for the life of mr remember who made it orz

[paralysingpentagram]

#dishonored #the hound pits pub #hello dh tag it is me yet again #i have many more screenies but idk if i'll post them #mine #my screenshots

[acnelli]

Can you recommend some romione au fanfics?

Hello anon,

Oh, I certainly can. Let's get into those AUs! We love them. I'll just link one or two stories of each author, but please have a look at their other stories as well.

Haven't read all of those yet, but I only heard good things about them and I can guarantee that you'll only read excellent stories by these authors.

Please don't forget to leave kudos and comments/reviews on these stories. It doesn't matter how old they are or if the authors are still active writers or not, they deserve our appreciation 🙏

Lego House by @accio-broom (Muggle AU)

Everything Has Changed by @accio-broom (Muggle AU)

Fraternizing with the Enemy by @adenei (Muggle AU)

The Arrangement by @adenei (Muggle AU)

If You Jump, I Jump by @romioneb (Muggle AU)

Camp Wizarding World by @romioneb (Muggle AU)

Isolated by @cheesyficwriter (Year 6 AU)

Lost in Translation by @cheesyficwriter (Hermione didn't go to Hogwarts)

Waking Up in Vegas by @be11atrixthestrange (Muggle AU)

The Loft by @be11atrixthestrange (Muggle AU)

all my best lies by @remedialpotions (HBP AU)

When Fate Decides by @azaleablueme (Post War AU)

In Search Of Hermione by @azaleablueme (Slytherin Hermione)

7 Years, 6 Months, 4 Days by @trademarkblue (Post War AU)

Pause by @trademarkblue (DH AU)

The Other Side Of Life by kjc1123 (Hermione didn't go to Hogwarts)

I'm tagging @folk-melody again. Because they're a human Romione library and they're a blessing for this side of the fandom 💛

Thanks for the ask, anon!

Ask me anything for the 500 followers celebration!

#500 follower celebration #anon ask #ask #nelli answers #romione #romione fic recs #romione fanfic #romione fanficton #hp #hp fanfic #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry potter

[yespolkadotkitty]

Tinderbox, pt 19

Chapter masterlist here

Marshall thanked Christie and made his way out of the deli, stopping to say goodbye to Rosie. She waved to an old couple who complimented the day’s special before turning to him, her tumble of hair looped in a ponytail through her deli-logo ball cap.

“Arlo, huh?” she asked, but her tone was nervous.

“He isn’t involved, Rosie. He did what any teenage boy would do - took fifty dollars to drop the gift to you.”

Her shoulders relaxed. “Okay.”

“So,” he began as the deli bustled around them, “Tonight. I, ah…. I don’t think you should be alone.”

Colour infused her cheeks. “Actually I don’t want to be alone. I could ask Christie if-”

“Stay with me? I’ll have Faye tonight, but she’s actually really stoked to meet you.”

Rosie’s eyes widened for a second. “She is?”

“She is. Although she reiterated that she doesn’t share food.”

Her lips curved, and the urge to kiss her ran through his veins like wildfire. “Smart girl.”

“We’ll pick you up at seven, then?”

“Perfect.” She looked as if she was about to lift her face for a kiss, but a customer waved her over with a request for a coffee top up. “See you later, Walt.”

It was the first time she’d shortened his name, and he liked it.

He hadn’t taken three steps out of the door when Arlo appeared beside him. Marshall folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the outer brick wall of the deli. “Uh huh?”

“Uh, Sir.” Arlo’s face flushed red, his backpack hung on one shoulder. “You don’t have to tell Rosie, do you? About the….. Er….”

“Poetry?” Marshall prompted, hiding his amusement.

“Yeah,” Arlo mumbled, staring at the ground.

Marshall put him out of his misery. “I’m pretty sure it’s against the bro code. I won’t say anything.”

Arlo’s eyebrows shot into his hairline and he nodded. “Thanks, uh, Sir.” He turned away as fast as his legs would carry him, no attempt at the cool teenage slouch Marshall had seen him adopt previously.

*****

DAHLIA: How are you, babe? Not heard from you for a hot minute.

ROSIE: Well….. I’ve met someone.

DAHLIA: Holy shit!

DAHLIA: What’s he like? I want to know everything about him. How tall is he? What colour is his hair? Have you seen inside his pants?

ROSIE: Lovely. A bit grumpy on the surface but sweet inside. He’s very tall. Brown hair. And yes, I have.

DAHLIA: Oh my gawd.

DAHLIA: By the way, you haven’t seen Dylan around have you? It’s a big city so I guess probably not. But his old schoolteacher’s mom said he’d left for NYC.

DAHLIA: You ok?

DAHLIA: Meanwhile, back at the ranch….

DAHLIA: OK, you didn’t even laugh. I can tell even from here. Maybe I should come visit?

*****

Rosie fidgeted by the door of her apartment. She’d packed an overnight bag, changed Salami’s litter tray, ensured his dispenser was full of enough food to last until tomorrow mid morning. She glanced around her apartment, once her sanctuary. True, Dylan - if indeed Whiskers was Dylan - hadn’t crossed the threshold, but he knew where she lived, and that was bad enough.

The buzzer rang and she almost jumped off her feet. Drawing in a deep breath, she shook her head. “Calm down.” Five in, five out.

She pressed the intercom button. “Hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Marshall’s voice came clear through the speaker. “Your chariot awaits.”

“Be right down.” Rosie bent to drop a kiss to Salami’s head where the cat curled up on her painting table, eyes closed, tail flicking lazily.

She locked up behind her, the heels of her boots clicking on the stairs. The weather was getting warmer by slow degrees, but Winter’s teeth hadn’t been blunted yet, and she wrapped her scarf tighter as she pressed the door release.

Marshall stood outside in his thick black parka, the hood down. The wind teased errants curls of his thick, dark hair . Next to him, her hands in her pockets, waited the teenage girl from Marshall’s wallet picture, her hair hidden by the purple hood of her winter jacket, an expression of wariness and hope on her adolescent face.

“Hi,” Rosie ventured. “You must be Faye.”

“And you’re Rosie,” Faye replied, her tone neutral. “Dad says you’re staying with us tonight.”

Rosie glanced up at Marshall. “If that’s okay.”

Faye smiled shyly. “Well, we get to have double garlic bread because you’re coming for dinner.”

“I love garlic bread,” Rosie admitted.

“Me too!” Faye squealed, but then dropped her expression into the teenage ambivalence Rosie knew very well from when she’d been that age. “I mean, everyone loves garlic bread.”

“Come on, you two,” Marshall interrupted, rolling his eyes good naturedly. “I’d better get cooking.”

Rosie followed them into the car. Faye took the front seat next to her dad, and Rosie was happy to get in the back.

Marshall navigated the truck across the city and within twenty minutes they pulled up outside a tall brownstone. The end of its terrace, two big roman-style pillars flanked the entryway and a Victorian style lamp glowed on the wall above the buzzer panel.

Tapping in the code, Marshall let them in, first through the main door, and then into his ground floor apartment.

The living space was bigger than Rosie had expected, breezy and open plan. He’d been right though - no soul. The kitchen looked like it wasn’t often cooked in. The fridge held a selection of takeout menus and some polaroids of Faye, stuck up with magnets. Plain drapes lined the big picture window, and on the coffee table lay an official looking folder, likely full of police work.

“Dad’s place needs work,” Faye said shortly. She opened the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice. “You want some?”

“Sure.” Rosie shrugged off her coat and Marshall hung it with his own.

Faye set out three glasses and sniffed the juice before pouring. Beside her, Marshall started assembling the ingredients for lasagne and pulled frozen garlic baguettes from his small freezer compartment.

“What can I do?” Rosie asked as Faye shrugged her coat off and tossed it on the sofa.

“Dad and I usually cook together,” Faye replied from across the room, but then added, “how about you chop the herbs?”

The teenager set up her phone as a speaker and played some bubbly pop music as the aroma of cooking meat filled the space. Marshall asked Faye questions about her friends and her day as he measured out pasta sheets, and before long the dish was set in the oven, the aroma making Rosie’s stomach clench in hunger.

Marshall plated up the garlic bread and Faye practically vibrated next to him as he carried the dish to the table.

She snatched up a piece and tossed it from hand to hand. Rosie laughed at her antics. “A girl after my own heart.”

“So is it serious with you and my Dad?” Faye asked after chewing a mouthful of garlicky baguette.

“Faye,” Marshall growled.

“No, it’s okay,” Rosie allowed. “I care about your Dad very much, Faye. And to answer your question, I believe it is serious.”

Faye looked to her father for confirmation of this.

Marshall nodded. “I’m serious about Rosie. She makes me happy.”

For a second Faye looked from her father to Rosie and back again, as if deciding something. Then she smiled shyly.

“You’re happy?” she asked Marshall.

He hesitated. “Yes…?”

“So can I stay up late tonight? And can I pick the movie?”

Marshall looked at Rosie over Faye’s head, and his expression said I think we’re going to be fine.

As always thanking my beta, @ly-canthrope

Tagging: @geralt-of-baevia @hopelessromanticspoonie @just-the-hiddles @omgkatinka @dr-kayleigh-dh @cavillhavoc @princess-of-riviaa @mrsaugustwalker @dancingwendigo @littlefreya @andahugaroundtheneck @trippedmetaldetector @captain-rogers-beard @xocali @peakygroupie @rayofdawnworld @pinkzsugar @promptandpros @mitzwinchester @wanderinglunarnights​ @brokenthelovely​ @ravenpuff02​ @screamingrennergasm​ @mary-ann84​ @agniavateira​ @ayamenimthiriel​ @stxphmxlls​ @alyxkbrl​ @penwieldingdreamer​ @radaofrivia​ @thethirstyarchive​ @raspberrydreamclouds

#walter marshall fic #tinderbox #nomis fic #henry cavill fic #imagine henry cavill

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 22

Chapter Summary -  Tom and Danielle talk online until Danielle is called away for work.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog  @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1

If you wish to be tagged, please let me know.

Danielle Hughes is online.

TH – So, what’s this about you being a Safety Officer?

DH – Well hello to you too stranger, is there a reason you have not spoken to me in, say a month and a half?

TH – Communication goes two ways, Hughes.

DH – Touché. As for the job, I didn’t want you insisting you would try to help, because you know Irlam, and he is the guy to know. I wanted it to be off my hard work, no one else's.

TH - That’s fair enough, I can respect that. How is it going there?

DH – Well Coronation Street wasn’t really my sort of thing, I mean, the work was interesting, but I wasn’t invested, but now…I know what happens next season.

TH - Tease.

DH – I swear, if there wasn’t an NDA the size of most US states after being thrown down my throat, I would tell you.

TH – I know that feeling, Disney is the worst with the Marvel Franchise.

DH – Speaking of Disney, guess who is working on the Beauty and the Beast AND The Lion King!!!!!!!

TH – The number of exclamation marks kinda gave you away, just a warning. ;)

DH – Yeah, but I am just so excited, and I can actually half talk to you about this. You know Emma Watson, don’t you?

TH – Well I’m honoured, I know Emma a bit, she is another one of Luke’s clients so we have spoken a few times, very intelligent and professional.

DH – Shut up you twat, I haven’t met her yet, but no doubt I will soon, they are doing read over's already.

TH – No really Elle, I am so delighted for you. Did you tell mum yet?

DH – Not yet, I know she is going to go all “My adoptive baby is all gone” you know her.

TH – Yeah, I got that treatment already, but she will want this for you, Elle. How is Paul about it?

Tom cursed himself for typing it, he was so concerned with trying to talk to her, he had typed it before thinking it over. She did not respond for several minutes.

DH – I guess he wasn’t thrilled, but this is everything I have worked so hard for, I can’t give it up for anyone.

TH – I know that feeling too.

DH – I swear I am not trying to get rid of you Tom, but we have a scene I have to check over, I will talk to you soon okay? 6 Weeks is too long between chats.

Danielle Hughes has logged off.

Tom stared at the screen in front of him; part of him thought she was simply trying to get rid of him, but her inclusion at the end that she wanted to talk to him again soon lifted his spirits. He wondered what she meant regarding Paul, it did not seem like things were on good terms on that front; he knew he couldn’t press too much, that would not be appropriate, especially since she knew his stance on the doctor since the racial comment situation, but the fact that there had clearly been some form of issue regarding her new semi-nomadic lifestyle meant the relationship had not fallen at the first hurdle, much to his annoyance.

*

“Danni.” Danielle winced at the use of that name; she was never overly fond of it when Paul called her it, but when her new workmates began to call her it, she never corrected them, leaving her in the position now where she felt she had to leave it go. “A penny for your thoughts.” Robert Boake, the locations manager called. “If you heard them, you’d offer thousands for me to retract them.” She commented, putting down her phone and turning to him.

The older man chuckled. “You are Irish, right?” “Last I checked.” “Where can I get cliffs?” “It’s an island nation, you’re not exactly stuck for options.” He gave her a scolding look. “What kind?”

“Big, but not overly populated by tourists, no land off in the distance.” “Well Cliffs of Moher are too popular, getting them closed would be a terrible pain in the ass, I suppose most areas are good, there are some near Dublin, but that’s the main shipping lane route, up these areas Scotland is in the distance for a lot of it, South isn’t great for cliffs, I suppose you could go to Clare, Kilkee has some good cliffs if I am not mistaken, at least from what I can remember from when I was a kid, windy, vast, and easily as good as Moher.”

“How do you spell that?” Boake began typing into Google.

“K-I-L-K-E-E.” she stated, waiting for his reaction.

“Fuck me, they’re perfect.” He beamed. “How far are they from here?” “Couple of hours drive.” “Brilliant, pack an overnight, we are off to this place. Someone get my PA, we need rooms booked in a nearby hotel.” “Wait, I’m coming?” Danielle looked at him.

“We are going to be shooting there, of course, you are needed.” He stated as though it the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right, when are we heading?” “Tomorrow, at the latest.”

“Well then, I better go back to my hotel room after this scene and get a bag, you know my number to give me the details.” Danielle smiled as she went back to work.

“Thank you, Danni, I’ll have Sandra get onto to you when everything is sorted.”

* “I spoke to Danielle,” Tom stated.

“Hello to you too.” Benedict sat down across from him, his freshly ordered coffee in his hand. “And what says the object of your desire?” “Shut up.” Tom hissed, looking around, though no one seemed to be giving the two famous actors a second glance.

“You are the one to even make reference to her, it’s how you greeted me,” Benedict argued. “And what had she to say?” “She is happy, really happy, and has a few jobs lined up.” Tom smiled.

“Good, I’m glad for her.” “But she is still seeing Paul.” “How did that come up?” “I asked her what he thought of her new busier lifestyle.” “And the response?” “None too pleased.” Benedict raised his mug. “Trouble in paradise.” “She is in Ireland at the moment; her Facebook said she was somewhere down Southwest, looks gorgeous, but wet and windy.”

“That could literally be a description of anywhere in that country or this.” Benedict scoffed. “I always thought it looked a lot like Scotland.”

“She is off to wherever they are filming Beauty and the Beast next.” “Right.” “And the Lion King after that.” “Is there any Disney Movie they aren’t remaking?” “Doesn’t seem like it.” “She is really going places.” Benedict smiled.

“What am I going to do?” “You really want my opinion?” “Yes; hence why I am asking you,” Tom stated as though obvious.

“Did you make any friends in Ireland when you were there?” “Irons, he has a castle there.” “Is it near where she is?” “I have no idea.” “I think it’s time you checked, and also see if Mr Irons is free for a small chat, preferably within a few meters of wherever it is that Danielle is working.”

“That seems a little stalkerish.” “You are the one stalking her Facebook page and seem to know her every move. If you leave it too long, she will reconcile properly with Dr Prick Head or be fair game to whoever in production thinks they can bag a young intelligent woman for themselves.” “You don’t think she is good looking?” Tom noted his lack of any visual term.

Benedict put his hands up. “I am not answering that, she is your crush and I am a married man, there is no way I can answer that without pissing off two very important people in my life.” “I’ll tell Sophie you called Danielle a younger sexy her.”

“If you do that, I swear to God, Hiddleston, I will fucking kill you.” “I can’t take that statement seriously from you, you’re a Buddhist.” Tom scoffed.

#I hate you I love you #Chapter 22 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic