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welkinsky · 1 year

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Hii dear friend, It's me again ♥️😊

I had a new idea about our lovely boys from Boku no Hero.

What do you think about stargazing with them? It's kinda sweet,right? With some comfort and cuddles

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I was thinking on Hawks, Bakugou,Dabi and Kiri

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MHA Boys X Reader | Stargazing Date ♥️

Warning: Some Spoilers, You're good if you've seen the latest episodes though. A/N: I know this is probably way too late but I'm trying to balance the new work with the old requests. I hope you like it! <3

Hawks

It is obvious that this guy will know the best location in the town for stargazing.

I can see him going there by himself when he just wants to quiet his mind from all the thoughts of the hero commission or paparazzi or his work.

The place is not accessible to everyone since it is the highest point of a private building so only he or someone who has a flying quirk can get there.

He always thought that he will keep this place his little secret so that when things are bad, he has one place where he can get away from everyone.

NOW he has you. Naturally, he has the urge to show this place off to you. One day you get a random text from him. "I was wondering if your highness would like to go on a date with a peasant like me?" Obviously, you giggled to yourself and said yes. The fact that even now, he always finds new ways to ask you out makes your heart flutter.

He asked you to meet at your balcony at 6. These dates are the best because you know that he'll fly you both to the date with you in his arms which is one of the best feelings knowing that you are completely safe and happy right now, quite literally flying in the clouds and no one can disturb that.

"Oooh Y/N close your eyes CLOSE YOUR EYES," he said excitingly and you obliged when he asked you to open them, it was one of the prettiest sunsets you have ever seen in your entire life.

Even for him, this was pretty and he fly high every day. You both just sat there for a couple of minutes without saying anything and admiring the view.

You both ended up staying there for the entire night stargazing and had dinner on that rooftop.

His arms were wrapped around you the entire time as your creased his forearms with your hands. You both loved doing this. This was your way of saying "I'm here".

Bakugou

Bakugo is not the type of guy to plan anything cute because HE HAD the idea. But that doesn't mean that he won't seek them from somewhere else heh.

He and the gang were hanging out when Kaminari was talking about this girl who he is taking out and he was asking for ideas for a date. Everyone was giving ideas as Katsuki was silently taking notes of them and one that struck him the most was Stargazing.

He had his eye on you and knew how much you loved the sky in general. He thought to himself that when or IF he ever took you out on a date it has to be a stargazing one. And he went ahead making scenarios about your date and ignoring others.

And the time has finally come when he is actually taking you out. He knew JUST what to do. He asked you to meet at the dorm's back gate. He took you to the storage building that was at the back and entered through a secret door that you never knew even existed.

It felt so scary to do this because it was UA's property and was off-limits for students but as soon as you two reached the top all the worry washed away. You could see the entire city. UA was on top of a hill and this building was quite high so that gave you an even better view.

You two just talked for hours and THAT is when you realized that Kutsuki can be very gentle when there aren't things or people to trigger him. The entire time he was smiling and laughing with you.

It might sound mushy but you loved seeing him more than the night sky and the lit-up city. His smile was just so bright, gentle, and genuine because he wasn't someone who would do something for the sake of doing it.

So you knew he was happy when he was smiling, the cutest thing was that out of habit he'd take a sip from his water bottle and would pass it over to you too and make sure that you were hydrated too.

When you two came down the building, he gave you his hand everywhere there was a huge step. He knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself but still couldn't help it.

"Care to explain?" Kaminari said the next day with a smile as he showed you two a picture of you, sitting with your head on his shoulder and hugging his arm closely.

He didn't tell anyone about your date you figured and laughed wholeheartedly when Katsuki was at Kaminari's throat WHILE AT THE SAME time embarrassed and had a slight blush on his face.

"What have you done to him" Kirishima said laughing as he caught Katsuki's blush too.

Dabi

You both came back from a long mission and wanted to see each other as soon as you can because just being in each other's company was enough for you two to get through the day.

You two were not dating officially because of the uncertain path of life that you both had chosen. You were a rogue hero and he was... well DABI.

You two didn't want to put a label on it but LOVED to spend time together as much as you could. You heard that he was back and he did that too about you. Rooftop was a secret spot for you two since the staircase led only from Dabi's room's balcony. And who'd dare to disturb him?

"Rooftop, whenever you get time." you texted him. You got a reply with a picture of him already there waiting for you.

As you climbed up the stairs you could see him sitting limping and not moving at all. You got worried that he might have hurt himself again but to your relief, it wasn't the case.

As you approached him, busy analyzing if there were any burn marks on his body he hugged you, tightly. This has never happened before. At max, he pats you on your head. But he hugged you and said softly, "Just stay"

You obliged. You two stargazed the entire night and shared your pasts brutally honestly. He told you that he saw Shoto today. He thought that when he will see his brother after so long he MIGHT just feel something. Bits of love would have also been good. But all he felt was hatred.

You were the only one keeping him sane and making him feel SOME feelings.

That explained the hug.

Kiri

Kiri is a HUGE planner let's be honest. He plans most of the things that you two do. It's not like he likes to have control over things, he just loves to do them for you and absolutely loves to see your reactions.

And most of the time they go as planned buuut this time nothing was going as planned.

He decided this time to go for a sunset date to this park that had one of the best views of all with loads of flowers. Since villain activities have been on a rise recently security has been so tight.

So students don't usually get permission to go out. And he somehow convinced Aizawa to sign the pass for you two.

And the only problem was that nothing went as he intended it to and after so many tried to make the best out of it things were not going well.

By the time you two came back to UA his usual high spirits were so low that you felt bad for him. After you two went back to your rooms you decided to do something for him.

With a little help from the gang, you set up a cute setup on the rooftop. By the time he came out of the shower, you were all done.

"Meet me at the rooftop" you texted him and as soon as he saw it, everyone went back to their rooms wishing you the best of luck.

When he saw the cute mat with the candles lit and the leftover food that you two never got to eat from the earlier plans all lay beautifully. You could see how emotional he was all of a sudden when he hugged you so tightly.

"Sorry I ruined our day," he said nuzzling into your neck as he hugged you.

"Kiri how could you even say that! It is the efforts that matter to me my love" you said taking his face in your hands. You could see how drained he was.

You two had dinner there while watching a movie and stargazing the entire night. You both did all that he planned for and... ahem more.

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petrichorium · 1 year

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To Serve

in which crown prince chigiri hyoma wants to reward his loyal attendant.

chigiri hyoma x gn!reader

word count: 3k reader: neutral/slightly masc (they/them pronouns, clothing not described, neutral terms, performs a masc role) tags: fluff, royal au, mutual pining, non-sexual intimacy, navigating an odd relationship, fun prince/servant devotion note: my first commission omg!!! this was truly so fun to write, thank you so so much to the lovely incredible @syddisheep for reaching out to me ♥️ if you enjoyed this, or any of the rest of my writing, and would like to commission me, check my commission sheet to learn how & see if any slots are open!

“Is there something wrong, your highness?”

[Name]’s words snap him out of the reverie he’d wandered into. He blinks, shaking his head and feeling the weight of his wet hair heavy against his nape. He wishes quietly that [Name] were the type of person who would allow him to hug them; would perhaps even hug back, allow him to melt into it. But he knows they aren’t, just as he knows they’re fully taking in his slack jaw and starry eyes aimed at them, which is why their brow is furrowed and their head cocked.

“You’re too good to me,” he tells them, and they give him a muted smile.

“Impossible, my prince. I am merely here to serve you to the best of my ability. Now, let me finish your hair. I won’t have you complaining to me all day if it dries poorly.”

Hyoma returns from his hunt victorious. He doesn’t carry his quarry himself; he’d handed it off to a knight, who is now long gone, delivering it to the kitchens dutifully. Later, he will provide Hyoma with the antlers. He’s not entirely sure yet what he’ll do with them.

[Name] stands waiting at the stables, that pristine posture—spine stiff, shoulders back, arms clasped behind them—striking a familiar silhouette before Hyoma and his party draw close enough to see any features. They greet him with a bow.

“Welcome back, your highness,” they say. “How was the hunt?”

“Fair,” he says in turn. “I caught a stag. It gave me a good chase.”

He chooses to abstain from telling them of the wild boar downed by the Wanima brothers. They raise a gloved hand, palm up, for Hyoma to take and allow them to brace his descent from his stallion. He does so without hesitation.

(And then, as his knee twinges in pain when he lands on solid ground, he is thankful for the aid.

He hides his wince. [Name] sees it nonetheless.)

Hyoma lets his eyes slide over to them, voice light as he continues. “You wouldn’t happen to be in need of anything made from antler?”

They shake their head. “No, my prince.”

“Ah.”

The pair makes their way to Hyoma’s chambers swiftly. In the privacy of his bedchamber, with servants preparing the bath in the adjoining room, [Name] helps him out of his overclothes. The brushing of their hands against his shoulders is brief, their fingers nimble as they pull off his coat and kneel to remove his riding boots, careful with his knee. He’s quickly left in his loose linen undershirt and his trousers; they’ll be removed soon enough as he makes use of the bath waiting for him.

It’s now that they give him a more thorough once-over. They take care not to touch him now, eyes scanning his form attentively, arms tucked behind their back even as they lean in close. Yet when they make a gesture for him to move he ignores it, determined to force them to reach out again.

They sigh as if aggrieved. Still, they lower to bend before him and move closer. Hands still gloved, those deft fingers wrap gently around his lame knee, turning his leg slowly to test his mobility, keen eyes leaping from the limb to his face to gauge his reaction.

“Do you ache?” they ask.

“Always.”

The response earns him only the hint of a smile and a mildly exasperated shake of the head, and he fights down the wholly undignified grin that threatens to spread across his face. [Name]’s thumb and forefinger tighten just minutely upon his knee, not enough to pinch, but the motion sends a little thrill through him.

“I shall tend to your knee, of course,” they say, “but where else?”

They shift him more, precise in their grasp to force him to move his entire body, and he winces at the growing soreness in his thigh and the harsh pangs in his lower back—the result of compensating for his injury, [Name] tells him. He certainly believes them.

“The typical places,” he settles upon reporting, and they nod in satisfaction.

“Very well. I have a salve I’d like to test out, it ought to soothe some of the pain.”

They hold out a hand as always to help him up from his seat. Then, once he stands, they turn and exit, heading for the bathing room ahead of him to dismiss the servants.

They’re the only one inside once he enters himself.

The motions of allowing them to disrobe him fully are ingrained so deeply within him that he thinks of nothing while he raises his arms to help them remove his tunic and then steps out of his underclothes. They lend a helping hand, too, when he steps into the bathtub, bracing his weight as he balances gingerly on his sore legs.

He settles quickly, leaning back against the edge and allowing the hot water to soothe his aches and pains. He feels more than sees, with his eyes blissfully closed, [Name] pull their stool up closer, surely perch on it with that ever-perfect posture. They shuffle, making just enough noise that it beckons him to blink his eyes open to look.

Those pristine white gloves lay perfectly folded next to them on the stool. At just the sight his breath hitches minutely—hopefully too minutely for [Name] to notice, though he doubts it. His eyes snap away just as fingers find his hair; he closes them again swiftly, but that doesn’t stop his mind from conjuring up the image of their bare hands.

He still leans back into the touch, unable to stop himself, as [Name] undoes the knotted ribbon holding his locks back from his face. Folding it up just as diligently as their own gloves, they set it aside and comb their fingers through his hair just enough to loosen it. They don’t speak to request he dip his head back into the steaming water but rather they guide him physically, palms pressing against his scalp to press him down softly.

Often, Hyoma is content with this. Often he allows himself to enjoy it; the quiet, the company, the tending. Today, however, it isn’t enough.

“One of these days, [Name], you ought to join me in here,” he says when he comes up, as [Name] reaches out with dried hands to wipe the water from his eyes. The first thing he sees is their face, the barely-there roll of their eyes. He leans in close. “How rude. You dismiss your prince’s words?”

“I would never,” they say, but they make sure to roll a strand of hair around their finger and tug just enough to hurt as they ease him to lounge back against the edge of the bathtub once more. “You read too much into things, your highness.”

Hyoma hums at that. Their fingers thread through his locks again, more thorough this time, scratching at his scalp and then pulling down to the ends, occasionally dipping back into the water with a cup to wet it again. His eyes flutter closed at the sensation. If he were a cat as [Name] so often compares him to, he should think he’d be purring.

They retrieve his favorite comb from a shelf behind the tub and continue detangling. It runs through easier and easier with each stroke; long after the final catch of a knot they continue, slow and steady, a soothing rhythm. A part of him—the fanciful, admittedly romantic part of him—likes to think they’re prolonging the experience, that perhaps they enjoy it just as much as he does. The logical part of him says they’d never do something so indecorous.

Still, this is the nicest part of the process. His hair is smooth and silky now, just as he likes it. There’s no yanking. [Name] is always gentle, purposeful, careful not to tug too harshly, but a certain amount is always inevitable, especially after strenuous days such as a hunt.

(For a time, he refused to let any attendants tend to his hair. For many months that included [Name], so guarded and cautious he was even towards them.

It was a particularly taxing day, wherein any motion caused searing pain in his knee, which changed his mind—[Name] had stood faithfully by the bath politely averting their gaze as he sat there, stiff and cradling his knee, before finally stepping forward to kneel and plea, in that unruffled tone, that he allow them to aid him.

He’d acquiesced.)

Now they set down the comb, retrieving in turn a simple hair clip which they use to tie his wet strands up off his neck and away from his face.

When the task is done they shuffle their stool further down the length of the tub—but not before pausing for half a moment to lean in and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, giving him a rare smile that meets their eyes. Then they turn their attention to his body.

Those hands, he thinks, work miracles. He no better understands why his mother insisted upon an attendant with medicinal knowledge than when [Name] is skillfully massaging the tender parts of him. They’re able to pinpoint which muscles are worse by the way they twitch beneath his skin, or how he moves to compensate. Within minutes, between their expert fingers and the steaming water, the pain dulls to something far more bearable.

They wash him then, meticulous and tender. He feels as if his mind is floating as they move him around and lather him with soap only to wash it off; it’s a hazy, dreamlike feeling and he relishes it.

Far too soon they’re pulling back to help him up and drying him gently, then leading him back to his bedchamber and dressing him in just his underclothes. Already the ache is returning—less than before, but still more than he’d like. He hopes this salve might extend his relief.

They set him down in his chair and retrieve the container, kneeling before him and beginning to apply it. The largest portion goes to his knee; it’s cool to the touch, soothing on that point alone, but it tingles and leaves a numbing sensation as well that sinks quickly through his skin to the muscle beneath. They give a smaller application to the other places, and it truly helps, especially as they rub it in with precise movements like they use in the bath.

Soon enough they’re helping him to his feet again, draping a fresh linen undershirt over his shoulders and fetching a tunic. Careful with his hair, they dress him fully, brushing the fabric smooth and tugging his leggings free of wrinkles.

They kneel before him to lace up his boots. He watches, eyes keen, their own gaze fixed so closely to the task before them that they don’t notice his staring at first, until they look up.

Their eyes meet his, and they widen slightly, perhaps due to the intensity of his staring. He’d like to say he can’t help it, that they’re so mesmerizing when they’re concentrating it draws him in, but the words catch in his throat. Instead he looks away bashfully.

Their hand finds his lame knee, squeezing just barely in silent question.

“‘S fine,” Hyoma attempts to say, but it comes out hoarse. He clears his throat, lifts his head to stare at the ceiling for a moment to catch himself, and then attempts again. “It’s fine. Better.”

“How much better?”

He tests, lifting his leg and bending his knee, swinging it forward and to the side and tensing different muscles. “Not insignificantly. I’m impressed.”

[Name] nods in approval and rises to their feet.

“Where did you get the salve?”

“I made it,” they say breezily. “I’ve been working on it for many months now. Nearly a year, I’d say.”

Nearly a year. He realizes with a mild start that it’s coming up on a year since [Name] had been assigned to him—had they truly been developing such a thing since then? Even in the early months when he’d been cold and dismissive?

“Is there something wrong, your highness?”

“You’re too good to me,” he tells them, and they give him a muted smile.

“Impossible, my prince. I am merely here to serve you to the best of my ability. Now, let me finish your hair. I won’t have you complaining to me all day if it dries poorly.”

Hyoma’s eyes fall to the side again, not entirely accepting of the claim but aware he would never win the argument, and [Name] finally rises to their full height to round the chair. Hand coming forward to find his shoulder, they pull him back and guide him to tilt his head back once again with another hand along his jaw. The touch leaves a gentle warmth, even as it’s disappointingly fleeting; it still has his eyes fluttering closed.

They remove the hair clip and the sopping strands fall limply at his back, immediately dripping water. [Name] pats it dry with a towel just as he’s long instructed them. They meticulously continue until his hair is left more damp than soaked, and then turn to fetch a set of ribbons from his dresser.

“Do you have a color in mind, your highness?” they call to him before the drawer is even opened.

“I trust your judgment for the day,” he replies easily, knowing already which ones they’ll choose. Given the opportunity, they will always gravitate towards the pretty sky blue ones, bright but not garish, gifted to him by an ally: Jyubei, crown prince of a nearby kingdom. [Name] has often mentioned how well the color compliments his hair, and has on more than one occasion praised Prince Jyubei’s eye for such things.

(Hyoma now pushes down the bitter taste in his mouth when they mention it. He might console himself by informing them that Jyubei likely sent a servant to buy them, but he knows better. [Name] is correct, he has a good eye, and would never be the type to allow anyone to purchase pretty adornments for him.

And they’re very correct that the color compliments him well, plus he can hardly be too bitter about the way they smile at him when they catch sight of the pretty blue they chose among his magenta locks.)

Sure enough, they return swiftly with the very silk strips in hand. As with everything, they fold them to set them upon the table next to them. Another comb—one which was once used in the bathroom, but has since fallen to the wear and tear of utilizing such a thing daily—lives upon his dresser. [Name] already has it in hand, though they hardly need it as they run it through his hair easily.

They don’t need to ask him what hairstyle he wants. He long trusts them, full confidence given in their taste, and therefore merely lays back and keeps his eyes closed to rely solely on the sensations.

Their hands are as skilled as can be expected for someone who has been braiding his hair daily for many months on end. They’re careful not to tug too harshly, just as when they’d washed it, plaiting the strands with care and ease. The style chosen is one he often enjoys; they braid one side in rows against his head, leaving the other loose, letting the hair fall to the side in a soft curtain. They tie it off expertly with those ribbons, small enough for detailed use and opulent enough that the bright color only draws attention to their elegance—he raises a hand to run his fingers along their handiwork, admiring the care put into it.

“What would you like from me, [Name]?” he says finally, hand falling slowly from his head.

Their face is still, seemingly impassive. If he didn’t know them as he does he wouldn’t see any emotion—but he does know them, and so he picks up on the tiny furrowing of their brow and minute pout of their lip. They shake their head, and Hyoma rises to his feet quickly, catching their hand—not too tightly, not grabbing, but gentle. They freeze at the contact.

“Anything,” he says, and as their gaze pans up to him he knows they comprehend his meaning. Those eyes crinkle, shoulders falling slack, leaning in towards him and turning their gloved hand to grasp his own.

“I want nothing more than to serve you, my prince,” they tell him, and he wishes he could kiss them.

But that is that.

[Name] stands awaiting their prince’s arrival weeks later, watching him approach from a distance.

They find it a wonder how he can sit so elegantly upon that horse, knowing how much pain he’s in when he rides. They can only hope that their salve helps—and they think it does, from the changes in his expressions. Any improvement, they suppose, is better than nothing.

He only becomes prettier as he draws closer. It isn’t a hunt today; he’d gone into town to retrieve a mysterious item from an artisan. [Name] figures it’s about the antlers. It isn’t their duty to ask.

Prince Hyoma smiles broadly when he catches sight of them. He’s antsy, excited; he holds a small box in his hands and clutches it as he takes [Name]’s offered one to help him down. The stablehands take his horse away. He curls his fingers around [Name]’s and tugs them away to dip into a hidden alcove nearby.

“I asked if you were in need of anything made from antler,” he begins, and hushes them when they shake their head, dashing from their lips yet another assurance that no gifts are necessary. “I hope this is sufficient.”

He opens the box. A comb sits there—a replacement, they realize, for the worn one in his bedroom. And beneath it…

Two hairpins. A matching set, decorated in union; one larger, more elaborate, fit for a prince, and the other more understated. [Name] brings a gloved hand to their mouth in realization.

“One is for you,” their prince states in a low whisper, as if he needed to clarify. “The other for me. I hope this is enough.”

Their eyes jump to meet his, finding the pink watching them keenly for a reaction. The motion they choose is entirely on impulse.

They step closer, hand flying out to pull his own from the box and, at the same time as them bowing slightly, pull it up to their mouth. They press lips to the back of it, tender and lingering, brushing against the soft skin as they speak.

“Thank you, my prince.”

#chigiri x reader #chigiri x you #chigiri x y/n #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #commission #char.🌧 chigiri #mine.🌧#commission.🌧#fic.🌧 to serve

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sitp-recs · 8 months

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my most dearest Liv, I am so grateful for your existence upon this platform. thank you for running this gem of a blog.

I sincerely hope you’ll forgive me for this annoyance but I was hoping you could recommend fics with a draco that secretly loves physical intimacy and doesn’t shy from it later on w harry.

thank you so much ily

Thank you anon, that’s so lovely 🥹♥️ I’m sorry it took me ages to reply, this ask got lost in my drafts and I found it while cleaning my backlog. I really loved making this list because there are a few underrated gems here, I’ve marked the ones with less than 100 comments with an *. Enjoy!

* On Permanence by @the-starryknight (2021, M, 1.4k)

The possibility of going home with Draco is the only reason Harry comes to the club anymore. Tonight, there's a new kind of intimacy to be found outside the neon noise.

Let Me Count the Ways by @thebooktopus (E, 3.5k)

Intimacy comes in many forms. Draco wants to explore them all with Harry.

Is This Love? by @phd-mama (2021, E, 3.8k)

Draco wouldn’t call himself a tender man. He fights the forces of evil for a living, trying his best to pay penance for the evil he’s done. He’s fought and killed in the name of duty, and when he’s not on duty, he tends either to play hard or retreat alone. He doesn’t lean on anyone, and he knows he’s not the first person anyone goes to when they need care. Comfort. That all changes tonight.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by @dorthyanndrarry (2017, T, 5k)

Harry's far too hot. Draco's always cold. And somehow against all odds, together they create a perfect equilibrium.

Two Starts, One Finish by @lqtraintracks (E, 5.4k)

I feel him before I see him. Nobody stands this close to me while I’m playing, and I’m about to turn to tell him so when he says, “You’re a tough bloke to track down,” and then leans against my baby grand.

* Service Bell by @shiftylinguini (E, 8k)

Draco is: a werewolf, living in a cabin in the woods, minding his own business, and never going to buy plaid because he's not that much of a fucking cliche (yet). He's also counting down the days until he sees Harry again.

* A Truth Universally Acknowledged by @sorrybutblog (2021, M, 19k)

A year out from the war, Harry agrees to accompany Hermione on a historical walking tour of Pride and Prejudice. Not in the itinerary: running into Draco Malfoy, setting off a summer of stately homes, lavish parties, resentful shagging, and maybe, falling in love.

Nice Things by aideomai (2020, M, 22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

The Last of What the World Left You by @xanthippe74 (T, 25k)

If the wizarding world won’t give Draco a second chance, he has a plan to survive: live in his Animagus form, a carrion crow, in the Forbidden Forest. Not only does Harry Potter come along and ruin it, he’s radiating a strange aura of power. With nowhere to go and a Life-Debt to his mother that Potter insists on repaying, Draco puts himself into the hands of the reclusive Boy Who Lived. Will the bleak corner of Yorkshire where Potter makes his home be another dead end or an unexpected refuge?

REVOLVEVLOVER by firethesound, zeitgeistic (E, 46k)

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for.

* The Darkness Before the Dawn by Ren (E, 55k)

A mysterious creature is loose in London, stalking and killing people. Auror Harry Potter requests the help of a liaison from the Beast Division and gets saddled with Draco Malfoy. Will they be able to stop the creature before it claims more lives?

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (2022, T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (2020, T, 59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit. Featuring a grumpy antiques lover who most certainly did not sign up for this, encounters with a vengeful apparition, and a healthy application of Christmas spirit.

Monster by @orange-peony (2022, E, 71k)

“Well, it’s still a music box that is not working properly,” Hermione points out with a very intent grin. “That will give you a chance to see him.” She wiggles her eyebrows, making him snort. As if Harry hadn’t thought about it straight away. As if Harry’s mind hadn’t immediately wandered to Draco Malfoy the moment Zabini mentioned a music box.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #physical intimacy

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madfantasy · 2 months

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Dear blogging

Wish you peace, always. Considering all, it been extra rough. My guardians were sick, and my fragile of a stability was about to break— but it okay now, and the pendulum of consciousness returned swaying in my head.

Somehow in the middle of everything, I was starting to feel okay and accept that this is the best it can get for this non verbal Mani. I honestly I stopped living as if there was tomorrow maybe the majority of 2023, zero drive or hopefulness, and lately started to accept that there's no denying that I'm not made to survive this life, and dropped all pretence that I'm able, set a 5 years counter. Because if mere looking at people's faces distress me so much that I blank out &/or go mute, since childhood, no amount of me forcing myself to watch videos/ pictures over and over can fix that. That's simply how I'm made and I know that now, and in a way it's bringing me peace.

Because I thought I'm bratting when I wore my headphones to cancel out noise that were literally going to drive me insane, or when I couldn't respond to messages knowing that I can articulate deeply in writing but ignoring all the endless times when I simply couldn't, and have forced myself to eat many things that set me days in nausea and abdominal pain while I only enjoy liquids more and get high off of fruits, I love them so much half my OCs are named after some.. and drew.. drew even before I spoke because it was my only outlit to express because how much I'm told I'm like a robot, I'm so expressionless and non reactive and disgustingly literal, even when they actively beat me black Nd blue to stop drawing, I couldn't.. where do you free those emotions when U can, i needed emotion displays and heartfelt trimmers, thrilling or killing, I needed to do them as if my life depended on it, and I haven't realised it back then, but my life was dependent on them, even when I had 'no talent ' , as I have always been told.

(commissioned by precious Julia ♥️🖤)

And besides drawing my needs, I actually, physically, started to feel better when I didn't do what my body said it literally can't do, all my life:

-Walked away from my guardians arguments, my chest stabbing pains became less frequent.

Stopped "practicing" my voice &/or facial expressions, I talk for 2 minutes, immediately my whole face muscles hurt, voice is cracking and gone, I don't feel like my eyebrows hurt as much. I'm okay being the monotone no expresso train c:

-stopped eating what I "don't like" (I mean it's not like I have much choice, but stopped feeling guilty over refusing it cuz food be tight) Nd now I can actually drink more water, and my tummy aches are on lower levels now

-i stopped dealing with Discord, or group chats in general cuz I don't expect accommodation over things I can't deal with. Stopped stressing over doing engaging material that no body seems to care about, cuz I'm not a good judge of demand, or stressing over either I should be thanking everyone who spams me with likes or not, (while I appreciate it to the moon) 90% of the time they don't respond Nd Im forced to think like I've done something wrong. I'm now at more ease with posting — (literally I have to fight the urges to delete my socials daily) just with interacting with who addresses me (I lov U guys sm) and I've been more relaxed from it.

I returned to "speaking in riddles" cuz if I don't use the words my brain spews no matter how weird they R, a tire will pop somewhere on the other side of an AU- idk lo'

-i rock, hum and laugh OUT my maniacal laugh, hard and strong, continued loving and talking to my plushies as I used to do, the easiest thing I could do to feel calmer again. As everyone should do

.. I stopped saying the word sorry. It's a naughty Mani era.

Accepting these facts and many, even with having no will to live had me saner than I ever been, at least I hope so.

I just know that I have a few to be grateful of: that I'm still here somehow, even with my dwindling income, Nd my internet not worth costing 120$± I'm always grateful for the sudden one or two commissions that keeps me here and buys me coffee and pumpkins seeds..

I still struggle horrindously with sleep. But I'm grateful at least I'm at pure ease playing games. Games been my go to media for knowing basically all based on books they were made about, like Severus and Tintin, I still play their ps1 games! Tho I got stuck on this game & their sleep has given me so much ease lo

I'm at my happy place rn, heh.

Bonus panel: ye they R hungry for that SHI- lo 🙈

And an honorary appearance of my OC with Tintin hehe

Stay safe, don't feed the overconsumption machine, don't give up on your heartstrings's stringers, don't worry— there are people who think and feel like you always between the crowds, and I'm thankful that I share the same timeline with you♥️🖤

Sweet dreams 🌃 19.2.2024

#text #drawing journey #non binary artist #on the spectrum #personal

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kirrtash · 5 months

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Commission work for @dualumina, the characters are Zommoros and Miyani from Guild Wars 2, sadly my favourite part about this piece didn't show on the scanner, but you can see the SHINE (love you metal watercolor) under the cut!

Thank you again for commissioning me @dualumina ♥️

#commission #art #watercolor #traditional art #guild wars 2 #miyani #Zommoros #illustration #my art

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nerdycanible1 · 1 year

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Sorry for the hiatus I promise I am not dead!

Anyways have some Moicy art that I’ve just done last night! It took me less than 6 hours to make and yes, I drew Gibraltar as the background!

Anyways off to hide again. Just a heads up my commissions are open! QwQ

What I wanted this piece to be was of Moira and Mercy getting off a hard and terrifying mission that was dangerous. So Moira after the flight grabbed Mercy and began to dance with her, just happy they were alive and weren’t hurt. Moira was scared the entire on the mission worried about Angela.

Anyways here are the sketches. I hope you all liked it!

All art has been made by me, Nerdycanible. Please do not repost without credit! Thanks ♥️♥️♥️

#nerds #art #queer artist #lgbtq #digital art #fanart #overwatch moicy #overwatch2 #overwatch fanart #moira overwatch #mercy overwatch #gibraltar #overwatch #Nerdycanible

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uroboros-if · 5 months

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i'm sure i found Uroboros through the beautiful art you first commissioned for the romanceable characters! it was a suggested post on Tumblr waaaay back when and i stayed to hopefully see the equally-as-beautiful UI come to life in your story c':

This was in reference to a poll I made asking way back how people found my story!

But thank you so much Anon!! ♥️ It's because of Uroboros that I have a special appreciation for artists, and I have been commissioning often since! Money is a little tight as I am studying, but it makes all of the art I've received extra special. ♥️♥️

I still wish I can improve on the UI of the game, but I will have to focus my efforts on writing!

Using this post as an excuse to give a special THANK YOU to the many fans who have created any kind of art for the game; your works are always so special to me. It only takes seconds to look at it, but the dedication and effort towards creating it is monumental.

More than ever, artists need our support, so for as long as I have money to spare, I will keep using it to support them! ♥️♥️

I also appreciate other IF authors who are writing for passion, because that also takes an extreme amount of creativity and patience to put something out for others to see!

As for you Anon, thank you so much again! I am so glad you found your way here through the art that is so near and dear to me. 💕 Thank you for the ask!

#uroboros-if #uroboros #asks #anon #mistytalks

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daisynik7 · 6 months

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currently sick while on our last day of vacay but this commission by @taylersketches already made the entire rest of my week better! thank you again for this tee! ♥️ here is me and nanami in our Halloween costumes from last night 🍞

#commission #self ship #self ship art #nanami kento

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falsemortal · 10 months

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Commission for @tedrailmi / @ukulelette ♥️🧡

This must be some kind of a joke. A single thought is ricocheting in Laura’s empty head like a ceaseless game of Pong: Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

Panicking, she forces her brain to come back to life. What did she read yesterday in the library about the nervous system again? ‘Under acute stress, the sympathetic nervous system produces an immediate response: fight or flight.’ Flight is not an option here. So fight it is. In her last seconds of lone freedom before the dreaded cop approaches her, she lets her hair down, combing it briskly with her fingers. She also adjusts the neckline of her dress to show a little bit more cleavage. As far as she knows, there is nothing illegal about that. Laura then proceeds to roll down her window. She is still looking straight ahead, her heart thrumming in her chest. Out of the corner of her eyes, she can see his ominous shadow creeping up, until he reaches her window. Laura braces herself and slowly turns towards him, trying to act as natural as possible. He is... imposing. This is something that she couldn’t have really guessed from his videos as he was always alone, but now that he is standing before her, she sees it with her own eyes. Although the car’s door still separates them, Laura feels like he is almost crowding her own space. She is well-aware that she is shorter than the average - but here, seated in the car next to him standing, she feels minuscule. Laura searches for any sign on his face that can indicate that he recognizes her, but there is none. His intimidating dark eyes are coolly set onto her. ‘Do you know why I pulled you over just now, Ma’am?’ he inquires, and there is no doubt in Laura’s mind; it’s him. He has the same distinct voice she has heard in all of his videos; low, but not too low - slightly adenoidal, but commanding nonetheless. She leans in, closer to him. Her face is now fully lit by the outside sunlight. Maybe he can see her better this way? She notices how his gaze lowers for a second there, taking in her low-cut dress - which would be impossible to miss from his point of view. But he is quick, so much so that she wonders if she has imagined it all. ‘I don’t know, Sir’ she lies. Laura’s sharp, cunning mind tells her that she should not acknowledge her infraction. She certainly doesn’t want to give him ammunition to be used against her. Best to play innocent here. He sighs. ‘Driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance please, Ma’am.’ - Chapter 2 of However Fair and Pure by Ukulelette

+ A sneaky, secret bonus for you!! Thank you for writing such a delightful fic AND commissioning me!!! 💕 💕 💕

#hackearney #travis x laura #travis hackett #laura kearney #travis hackett x laura kearney #fanart #digital commissions #love you

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goldendoodlerlockerlove · 4 months

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4, 10, 11, 27!! (took you this long to reblog the thing >:/ but hell yessss ♥️)

Yesss!! Thank you so much for invading my ask box, DT!!❣️

4.) How many different styles/mediums (e.g., digital art, traditional art, comics, sculptures, paper craft, etc.) did you try this year?

Actually, quite a bit!! At least, more than I initially thought I did. I, of course, did mostly digital art near the end of this year, and ended up producing a lot more pieces than I've done before!! It was honestly kind of crazy how much art I began producing at the end of this year. It was like I was a driver in a race, pffffffft. But, at the beginning of this year, I dabbled a lot in traditional art, because I enjoy the feeling of putting a pencil to paper, and whilst it takes more time, sometimes it can give you more freedom to experiment with designs or expressions. I also began making a long-form Bob's Burgers comic for the first time, which was inspired by @bluebirbbs and their long-form Bob's Burgers comic, which everyone should read if they haven't already. When I was younger and in art class, I actually used even more mediums for creating art, like sewing an actual Christmas ornament, and sketching stuff using a lightbox, which is super fun. But I haven't done those two things in years. I kind of want to try doing them again someday.

10.) What inspired/motivated you this year?

DT, you know I'm going to say you as my first (and biggest :3) inspiration. I mean, come on, you're the reason I have this blog in the first place. I know I've said it before, but seeing your amazing, lovely BB art inspired me to begin making my own and get back into drawing, and it caused me to create my blog and expand it into territories I didn't even think were possible. And now I'm running Geneuary, an event celebrating my favorite baby boy, and that would never have happened if it hadn't been for you, and that initial Boblin ask I somehow worked up the courage to give you (and am so glad I did)! It doesn't show it anymore, but do you remember how I didn't even have an image for my account?? 😆

Yes, I'm getting super sappy, but all of this is true!! Now, of course, you weren't my only inspiration. There are too many blogs to name, but @br1ghtestlight has been super sweet and my Gene Belcher buddy!! He's the one person who loves the baby boy as much as I do. We may or may not do a collab for Geneuary based on an idea she had about Gene and Tina working on a lil' puzzle together, which is just too adorable 😭

I also must shout out @babsvibes too. She was also, in a way, the reason I even have this blog. I used to be content enjoying this silly Burger show on my own, watching the episodes and having fun, and reading the occasional fanfic (@thisaliennerd and their Boblin fanfic Falling For You is Easy [Like Sunday Morning]) was one of my first forays into the BB fanfic community, and it wonderful) when I suddenly stumbled upon this Tinimmy fic by Babs one fateful day called Honeycombed Hair, I believe: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44413795

This fic led me to you, DT, and your amazing art!! And I joined this incredible Muppet community, and nothing's been the same for me ever since. Now I don't have to enjoy this show alone!! Of course, I have my BF @cryptidchrome now, who watches the show, but I digress. Babs also invited me to the Louigan server, which has been an absolute blast. And she's just an excellent writer in general, which is very inspiring as someone who also writes.

I must also shoutout @theangrypomeranian for being so sweet and Commissioning me, and also being an excellent writer (she called me the #1 Gene person in this fandom and that made me so 🥺). And @devilh0rnsinc for having such lovely art that it makes me squee every time. And @jimmypesto for making the best Boblin fics and just being the ultimate Boblin connoisseur. Shoutout to her new nephew for being the most adorable bambino on the entire planet. Welcome to the world, lil' bean!! @jimmyjrsmusoems is another fantastic writer and is hilarious, and is the other Tinimmy connoisseur in this fandom, besides you, DT, of course. Also, @koko-raccoon has some of the cutest art ever and listened to me ramble about my OCs, which I definitely want to thank them for. Their art is very inspiring to me. But the person whose art is the most inspiring to me, besides yours, DT, is probably @dianadeadwing. Her art is wonderful, and I'll never get enough of it. I also get so excited whenever I see it.

Okay, now for more of a speed round so I can mention more people!! @ratguy-nico has adorable art as well, and I love his style so much. It's wonderful. And @ltwharfy is such a good writer and I didn't even know until I read his Roudise Week fic about Bob and Rudy getting Louise a new hat when she outgrows her bunny ears. @keepyourhornson-spyro is another fantastic writer and is the certified Tedmort Monarch. There are just so many more people I want to name, but I'll just mention one more person: @carnivaldemon, who gave me the most adorable art of Gene and my OC, Alexis. His art is truly inspiring to me.

11.) What pairing/character/subject did you create the most for this year?

You probably already know the answer to this ☠️

It's definitely a tie between Boblin and Gene/Alexis, which is definitely my newest ship and obsession. But I have to give Boblin a special shoutout because I began work on an entire Pre-Canon Boblin series (which I'm still working on to this day) and a "Linda is Deaf" AU, both of which are super close to my heart now. Thank you for giving me the push I needed to work on my "Linda is Deaf" AU when I sent that ask about it to you, pfffffft.

Gene is definitely the character I've created the most for in terms of just singular characters. I could talk about him all day. I love this lil' guy so much. Hopefully, y'all don't get bored of hearing me ramble about him, because I'll certainly never get bored of rambling about him.

27.) Biggest surprise while creating art this year?

Honestly, the biggest surprise was just how sweet, supportive, and welcoming the Bob's Burgers community ended up being. Y'all welcomed me with open arms and supported all of my creative endeavors (and long analyses about Gene) and for that, I'll always be grateful. This community really does feel like one big family, and it's so lovely to see. Everyone is just so nice to each other, it warms my heart 🥹 And one of my biggest surprises was learning about the Ship Weeks/Character Events, and how fun they are. They're truly a testament to how sweet and talented this community is. I'm definitely looking forward to them all next year if they happen again.

#asks #doodler’s daydreams #bobs burgers #thank you so much for asking this dt❣️#i know i got super sappy but everything i said was true #joining this community was the best decision i ever made #i'm not planning on leaving anytime soon. not willingly anyway #who knew them burger muppets could create one of the sweetest and most supportive online communities ever?? i certainly didn't #and i've never been the same since (in the best way possible)

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