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ilyasorokinn · 7 months

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if you can, a blurb of samuel ersson <3 (free to do what u want, i would just like to read smth you've written for him)

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

whoever sent this in, i love you <3 i still love him even if he didn't take my bracelet lmao

you felt lightheaded as you pulled the balloon away from your mouth and tied it off, "how many are left?" your friend asked from the other end of the couch, tying off her own balloon.

"well, we've got 10 here right now, the ones we blew up makes 12, so only 21 more to go." she fell back on the couch and groaned.

"we're gonna pass out before we get this done." she looked over at you, "they could have done this at party city, ya know?"

"yeah, i'm realzing that now." you sighed.

"you know what? i'll go tomorrow for you and get them done, just so we can stop blowing them up before we die."

"really?"

"really. that's how much i love sam." she patted you on the back, "21 more balloons, 11 orange, 10 black, and 2 3s."

"i love you." you sighed, setting down your balloon and leaning back, "i miss sam."

she groaned, "you'll see him tomorrow."

"i know, but that's so far away."

"get over it." she tossed a pillow in your direction, which you caught and then promptly threw back at her.

the next day after work, you got home to find all the balloons already in your apartment. you shot your friend a quick text then set them up in the way you thought looked nice.

you set up the birthday banner and hung it up, then brought the cake out of the fridge and set it up, centering it with all the gifts you got for sam around it. you then ordered sam's favorite food and waited for him to get home.

a few hours later, you had dug into the food already, but you heard the lock turn and your head whipped over just in time to see sam coming through the door.

"your home!" you jumped off the couch and ran over to greet him. he smiled, catching you when you jumped into his arms, "happy birthday."

"thank you, love." he hummed, running a soothing hand up and down your back, "i missed you."

"i missed you, too." you pulled away and looked at him, brushing a stray piece of hair out of his face, "i got you some stuff."

"what kind of stuff?" he asked, setting you down on the ground. you grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen where he finally caught a glimpse of the banner and all 33 balloons hanging up, "whoa." he let out a chuckle.

"happy birthday, sammy." you kissed his cheek.

"thank you." he hummed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. you took the cake out and pressed a candle into it, lighting it for him.

you smiled as you sang to him, enjoying the bashful look on his face. he blew it out with a smile on his face when you cheered for him. once the cake was cut into, you watched him open his gifts.

"just some small things because i got you one big thing but it hasn't arrived yet."

"y/n..." he sighed.

"stop, you literally got me concert tickets, so one big thing is acceptable." you playfully glared at him, watching him open the gift. he smiled and profusely thanked you when he opened each gift, a simple pair of cufflinks with his initals, a new hoodie that he had been eying for a while, and a few gag gifts. a shirt with your face on it and a pin that read 'i <3 my gf!' that he immediately put on his backpack.

"open the envelope," you told him, pushing it towards him. he opened it with a raised brow and a confused look. he opened it and read what it said before looking up at you with wideeyes.

"are you serious?" he asked.

"yeah, trips planned for off-season." you smiled with a nod, a smile on your face at the excitement on his, "we're going to sweden!" you cheered.

"oh, my god!" he jumped up and picked you up, spinning you around. you laughed, wrapping your arms around him tighter, "this is insane!"

"you've been talking abot going home, and i know we didn't get to go to sweden this summer, so we're going next year. i planned the whole thing with your family already."

"i love you." he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead as you hugged you tight.

"i love you, too." you hummed happily.

requests are open!

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amalthea-fictions · 2 years

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hello!, you cold please write something about Charlie Weasley x Jacob's sibling, were the plot goes around mc's family being abusive, bonus if their house is slytherin

Me: Asks for requests

Also me: doesn’t check my tumblr app for said requests

I’m SO sorry it took me so long!!! I am SO happy to get these requests.

*Cracks knuckles* let’s start with the emotional pain ~

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DISCLAIMER– IF YOU ARE GOING THROUGH FAMILY ABUSE, PLEASE talk to someone for help <(^3^)>

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You splash water in your face. It’s cold and makes the crisp air bite against your skin.

Hopefully the shock will keep the nightmares away.

You grip the edge of the sink, lifting your head to look at the tired reflection in the mirror.

Bags under your eyes. Hair frayed.

He pulls your hair. You yelp. A firm hand presses against your mouth–

You shake your head.

Maybe if you sneak to the Potions classroom, you can make another WideEye potion. Anything to try and stop reliving those moments.

“Shut up. You’re worthless, anyway. No one will notice you’re hurt.”

You rub your eyes with more cold water.

“No use just standing here, I suppose,” you murmur.

You inhale deeply, and release your white-knuckle grip from the prefects’ bathroom sink. Time to grow up, go back to the common room and–

Your blood runs cold.

“Funny running into you here, [y/n].”

Mal is leaning against the bathroom doorway. His face plastered with a sickening grin.

“Wha…” you stammer, your head pounding. You must be in another nightmare. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m a prefect, too, remember?” He smirks, pushing himself off the doorframe. You instinctively flinch as he moves.

“No,” you shake your head. This can't be happening. “No, at Hogwarts. You… you were sent to prison!”

Your older cousin clicks his tongue. “Ah, [y/n], you were never the brightest one, eh? Family’s sent me to take you home.”

He takes a step forward and you back up against the sink.

You shake your head. “I…I’m not a scared little girl anymore!”

You draw your wand, hoping that helps the statement become more true. But your cousin's a Death Eater. And tried to force you to be one, too. Like so many others in your family. What could you possibly do to ward him off?

Mal laughs. “And what will you do with that?” He sneers.

You clench your hand around the wand. “Petrificus Totalus!”

A burst of purple energy envelopes your cousin. You wait, your heart pounding: one second. Two.

He snickers at you.

It didn’t work.

He takes another step towards you, and you press your back so hard into the sink it starts to sting. Your eyes dart around the prefect’s bathroom, searching for other exits, other ways out.

“Nice try,” he scoffs. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

You try to swing your wand up to cast a defensive spell, but you’re not fast enough. Mal has already whipped his wand in your direction, a flick of his wrist producing the full body binding spell.

You feel your muscles tense and your mouth freezes mid-scream. And worse– through your frozen body, your heart is pounding furiously in your chest.

He comes so close to you that you can see the pores of his skin. He clucks his tongue again. ��Poor, stupid girl,” he sighs.

A jab of pain in your stomach sends fire through your body.

“That’s for even trying to curse me,” he grunts.

He kicks his knee up into your stomach again. More pain flares through your ribs.

“And that’s–” he kicks again, “--for thinking you’re good enough to even be a decent witch–” another kick, and you’re seeing white stars, “when you can’t even stand up to your own family!”

He continues on. Between the fire in your chest and the ugly words Mal keeps spitting, you feel your eyes begin to water.

You wonder if it’s possible to cry while under the full body bind.

“Riddikulus!”

Your cousin freezes.

Suddenly, horns sprout from his head. A riiiippping sound punctuates a dragon tail emerging from his trousers behind him.

A small chuckle– one that makes your heart flutter on a daily basis, and is even more welcome now.

Mal poofs up in smoke.

In the light of the bathroom hallway entrance, a robed figure with flaming red hair.

“Bloody hell, [y/n]!”

Charlie Weasley rushes up to you. “I was helping some of the professors search for a boggart–” you watch his eyes search you up and down, assessing the damage “--thank goodness I found you in time!”

He taps his wand on your chest. “Episkey.”

The bind is released and you fall forward.

Charlie catches you before you can hit the bathroom floor.

And you break down.

Charlie blinks. You clutch the fabric of his sweater in your fists, trying to catch your breath. But all you can do is sob.

Charlie quickly recovers, bringing his arms around you and pulling you close. “Hey, hey, [y/n]. It’s alright. I’m here now.”

You nod into him, hiccupping. Tears and snot stain his Weasley sweater.

He rubs your back, shushing you sweet nothings, giving you time to catch your breath. You realize, too, that his episkey is at work, healing what probably would have been bruised ribs.

“Thank you,” you finally manage, looking up to him.

He offers you a soft smile and wipes a tear from your cheek. “Are you alright?”

You have to stop yourself from the automatic answer: yes, I’ll be fine. But that’s the cursebreaker, the one that can do anything, who always has to save the day.

Charlie knows the real you.

So you inhale a shaky breath. “No,” you whisper. You swallow, and your throat feels hoarse. “Do you remember the cousin I told you about?”

Charlie furrows his brow and his mouth creases into a thin line. “That was him, then?”

You nod. Another sob rises in your throat and you hiccup trying to swallow it down.

He cups your cheek. “Hey. It was only a boggart.” Then, his eyes sparkle. “Plus, now I know what he looks like. So if he ever actually gets out of Azkaban, I’ll know what to look for. And he’ll get much worse from me than a dragon tail out of his arse.”

At that, you can’t help but exhale a small giggle.

It’s Charlie Weasley. Of course his version of 'funny' is going to be giving someone a dragon butt.

And, of course he is going to do anything he can to comfort you. Including making stupid dragon jokes.

Plus, at the way Charlie’s eyes sparkle at you when you smile? The warmth of his hands around your back?

You melt back into him, nuzzling your head into his chest.

He brushes a hand down through your hair. You start to catch your breath, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

“Your family is utterly wrong,” he says, breaking the silence.

“Hm?”

“About you,” he clarifies. “They’re so caught up in their stupid traditional ideals, so blinded by their sense of perfection, that they can’t see how absolutely incredible you are.”

You stare at the floor. “I… I try to tell myself that.”

His fingers find your chin and force your gaze back up to him. His eyes burn with intensity. “Don’t let people who don’t care about you define your sense of self-worth, [y/n]. You are the one breaking the curses on the vaults. You are the star quidditch player of the year. You are brilliant at defense against the dark arts. You are wonderful at anything you try. And you need to emphasize your own worth, not anyone else’s opinion of you.”

You feel tears welling in the creases of your eyes. You lean forward and rest your forehead on his.

“It definitely helps,” you breathe, “to have you always saying such nice things about me.”

He smiles. “Well, then. I’ll keep saying them until you believe them for yourself.”

He cranes his neck to peer around the entryway without letting go of you. “We should probably head back,” he says, looking back to you. “The professors will want to know about the boggart.”

You nod, and he lets go of you. But when you move to take a step forward, pain shoots up from the base of your spine.

You cry out in pain as you crumple over. Instinctively your hand moves to your back– it’s the spot where the porcelain sink was biting into your back.

Charlie is quick to your side almost immediately, steadying you.

"Sorry," you groan. "I think there's something wrong with my back."

His fingers dance around the base of your spine, but he pauses. “Can I…?”

You nod, biting your lip. You feel him lift your shirt, just enough to reveal your lower spine.

“Ouch,” he says, tracing the spot on your back. “That’s a nasty bruise. Might've gone too deep. Better have Madam Pomfrey look at it.”

"Alrigh--oh!"

Suddenly your feet are swept from under you as he’s scooping you into his arms.

“Charlie,” you try, “I’m sure Episkey will work, you really don’t have to–”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. You stutter and stop in your tracks, which seems to be exactly the effect he was hoping for. He winks and smiles. That stupid, brilliant smile.

And suddenly, you can’t think of anything you’d rather be doing than letting Charlie Weasley carry you across Hogwarts.

#I named the cousin Mal because it means Bad and I couldn't think of anything else ok #I interpreted abuse as both verbal and physical #Thank you for the request!!!#*Sighs* To have Charlie Weasley comfort you with hugs and kisses #I love dragon boi #charlie weasley x jacob's sibling #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley x mc #hphm charlie #hphm x you #charlie weasley

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laurcls · 16 days

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𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 something of an impossibility eventually . mediwix become much too aware of the side - effects of too many doses of the wideeye potion . it doesnʻt matter if theyʻre overrun and understaffed , no one is much help when they canʻt see through their own too - watery and too - red eyes . even daphne , who is on the younger end and usually dependable enough to work through many a long nights , gets sent home eventually . ( and maybe daphne is getting a little tired , what with being both the on - the - scene response and the one administering treatment back at the hospital . it is strange to let her magic drape over these people who might have flinched to see her draw her wand if they were back in school . it is tiring to have spent those tense first few moments looking around for her sister and promising to herself that sheʻd spit in the potions of all the da member if she had to treat astoria at any point . ) which is how daphne ends up in diagon , shuffling out of floo pow after a re - up on her powder supply ( because multiple sleepless nights did NOT good apparition make ) . itʻs the sort of mindless errand that sheʻs still capable of making at this point , movements made moreso out of muscle memory than any true sort of intention and with half - lidded eyes from a potion long since wearing off . which , of course , makes it all the more difficult for her to move out of the way when someone bumps into her in the alleyway . and , because nothing goes right after one too many shifts , the bag of powder slips down to the cobblestone and explodes across both herself and her assailant . daphne looks down at the mess , frozen . a moment passes . then another . and then , from the depths of her soul , comes a heartfelt , ❝ son of fuc — ❞

#nox.start #𝙳𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙽𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂 ━━ ˟ ⊰ starters .#post event !! have you ever seen a girl so tired ???

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sparks-chaotic-cove · 8 days

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So remember when I put Salt's (@saltciphblr ) chat in a jar?

Well.. I did it again

here is the beloved chat in a jar!

The bee is amazing AzzoraCosplay!

The catboy is the lovely @onyxwaffle

The turtle is the beloved Wideeyes (totally couldn't tell... with the big ol eyes...)

The lil cat with wings is me!

and the one with the two-colored hoodie and moth wings is the fabulous @m0thm00n !

Below is the separates of Olive and Onyx!

Olive:

Onyx:

#m0thm00n #saltcipher #twitch #artists on tumblr #female artists #sparkart #I spent too long on this #ararararara #art #digital art

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soulfullofold · 2 years

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Yes Yes Yes Yes YES YES YES YES. 🔊 for Roz and Kyan and Wide-eyes and Ora because of course I'm gonna ask about her . Also you menaced me with this last time, so if you're holding back any Dia music, speak now or forever hold your peace

a BOUNTY... this jukebox is wild but here we go! (drops a sleeve of quarters in) 📻🎶

God I wish this ask was for ON-VIBE songs for these characters because I have killer takes. But:

Roz - Pacific by Kelly McFarling

pacific is bigger / than I ever knew / until I got in her / and the water it moved / yeah it moved me / and if I was frightened / out there on the shore / well I had good reasons / but I don’t anymore / yeah it moved me / there’s nowhere to go where the earth doesn’t quake / it moved me

It's just the ocean gamers...and love kasdj;lfkaj

Kyan - St. Francis Loves All the Animals - Four Eyes

A moth in the floodlight, its wings lit up like fires and your eyes alight when you learn your own powers A deer in the driveway, the headlights leave her blind She's still as a memory of something left behind St. Francis loves all the animals, when they cry out, he's listening St. Francis loves all the animals, and your father named you for him

A vague and very off-sound adjacent mentioning of some of her themes; the naming, the coming into your own (violently), scraping up the memories of something left behind, the weight of a named (or unnamed) legacy.

Wideeyes - Broken Necks by Gabby's World

While you were breaking your neck trying to keep your head up I was breaking my neck just to stick it out for you

Not off-vibe in sound necessarily, but off-vibe in her bitterness. I think Wideeyes is 95% of the time very forgiving and meeting people where they are (like the Spore friendship meter LK;FDSJA;LKFJASLKD. I blame Kyle & YOU), I really like this song for her bitter/bittersweet moments. She does a lot of the heavy lifting for others and doesn't mind it but man sometimes it weighs on you when others don't show up in the way you do for others. The first verse with the breaking branches really reminds me of her and Ubi Sunt ;m;

Ora - Winona by Miloe w/ Janelle Monae & Vagabond

Tripping over mistakes I can't see You’ll find out It catches up before you know it All I know It's simply as it goes It's simply as we know It’s simply as we go where we go I was done, I stayed a while Didn't really wanna go Hasn't rained in so long Pleasant pains when you're gone

THIS is why I wanted to do this ask. I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel for the rest of my guys but Ora is spiders georg with how many off-vibe songs she has on her playlist. Anyways. Did I put this on here because the title is the name of her horse? .....Nooooo,.,,. it's ... the, well, the Lyrics ok look at the lyrics AS;KLDFJ. Genuinely though I really like the layered vocals and how it feels like Ora's vibe kind of with the simple lyrics. It feels like her voice without sounding anything like her. The beat too like makes me think of a Journey and reflecting while on that journey. GOOD STUFF

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!! I love them your honor. I love Music too .

... you're still here? : - ) ? oh. WELL um since you insist. I am in fact holding back lots of Dia songs. 2 playlists of them WHOOPS. it's just. You know how it is, they aren't Ready sl;kdjaf. but I can put a few that I culled or are on the chopping block. Just as a treat.

Dia extravaganza: The Park by Haley Heynderickx & Max García Conover Removed because...the thesis wasn't really there? It didn't make sense for her playlist really. It's about the narrator finding a man crying in a public park and reflecting on masculinity and being like wow I never saw my own father cry. I wonder what cause him to cry. I put it on there INITIALLY probably because of the scenario of like her seeing a stranger cry in public and it affecting her deeply as someone so empathetic and passionate about her community and the well-being of people. Plus the handful of lines here make me think of Dia:

Was someone planting him a daughter Was her life as strong as the river pushing water from the sides And gently out to sea

Just the . growing into your own / transness / becoming into your own identity of it all and ofc the river.

back again by flor Off-sound and kind of...generic-ish I guess? A little too pastel youtube animation amv for Them. Though I really like this song and the instrumental end is my favorite part. I don't think you'd like this one given your music taste so it's on the iffy list LOL. What made me put it on in the first place is like. thinking about the themes of returning / coming home, and then doing it again as esk.

Oh, I won't be long It's just for now Oh, I'll come back here When time allows Save my name in your phone I'll be fine, but I don't know When I'll be back again I'll be back again Keep my love close to yours We'll lay down again, once more When I get back again I get back again And it's so hard to live without Your softest touch Your burning mouth 😳🥵 I don't want to be long And it's too hard for you to ride along 🐎💨 So wait for me And I'll be back again

And then these for eskhood ofc ofc.

Let me know if you feel a little lost A little too real And I'll come back again I'll come back again It hurts alone But don't you worry I'm coming home I'm coming home

WHEEEEEW there we go. :) there's my testimony. Now you know why I've been keeping these to myself for now. because it's. they're just Nooooooot Quiiiiiiite ready! Dia deserves the Good Takes.

#asked and answered #1ore #ask box meme response #ocs #Roz #Motley #Denora Walker #wideeyes

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