#witch weekly cover

[unofficiallymikaela]

The CEO of Malfoy Enterprise on the cover of Witch Weekly Limited Edition. Grab a copy now!

#clip studio paint #xppen #digital art #digital drawing #digital illustration #digital painting #fanart friday #fanart #friday art #friday #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanart #slytherin #witch weekly #witch weekly cover #arts on tumblr #dhr fandom #dhr

[demifiendrsa]

Weekly Shonen Jump 2024 issue #22/23 cover

#Weekly Shonen Jump #One Piece #My Hero Academia #Jujutsu Kaisen #Akane banashi #Sakamoto Days #Undead Unluck #Kagurabachi #Astro Royale #Blue Box #Dear Anemone #Green Green Greens #Kill Blue #Kyokuto Necromance #Me and Roboco #Mission Yozakura Family #Nue's Exorcist #Super Psychic Policeman Chojo #The Elusive Samurai #Witch Watch #manga #magazine cover

[oratokyosaigunda]

Weekly Shonen Jump cover 2024年10号 issue

#Weekly Shonen Jump #Witch Watch #Shinohara Kenta #WSJ covers #magazine covers

[astonmartinii]

witchy business | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: reader x oscar piastri

oscar's gf is a lil kooky but she puts solstice to good use and mainfests some luck for her bf

yourusername

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yourusername: you're not really sisters if you've never done a ritual together ...

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user1 she's so mother

user2 i can't wrap my head around how her and oscar came to be but i love it

oscarpiastri don't have too much fun without me :(

yourusername tell your team to take out the no ritual clause from your contract i swear they're safe landonorris i heard your latin once IT IS NOT SAFE yourusername falsehoods !!

user3 does this girl have a job or is she just cosplaying ahs coven full time

yourusername i'm a florist, do you want my social security number and tax returns too?

danielricciardo any way you could like turn me into a real honey badger for a couple hours that sounds fun?

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: some time off well spent with my love

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user10 i am once again asking - how did this happen?

user11 it's actually a really cute story they apparently went to school together and she still does a weekly bouquet for his mum and grandma. they're og sweethearts all that opposites attract jazz

landonorris don't even get a photo credit with all the trauma i experienced for that pic

oscarpiastri bro you barged into my room and took a photo? landonorris i didn't see any sock on the door oscarpiastri it was my own house?

yourusername i love every moment together with you

oscarpiastri that sentiment goes both ways xx user12 god i am so alone

f1teaandgossip

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f1teaandgossip: with lando and oscar being reported as frustrated, how long do you think it'll be until they're linked with moves elsewhere and do you think the updates will improve the car?

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user15 they don't deserve this

user16 i don't wanna be that person but this is karma for what they did to daniel

user17 i honestly think magic might be our only chance

user18 @yourusername pls work some magic

yourusername on it 🫡 user19 now that's my favourite wag

yourusername

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yourusername: the full moon is here and i'm bringing some luck to my baby

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user20 mother is here to save the day i know that's right

landonorris if this works i'll never say you're scary ever again

yourusername *when it works have some faith in the moon lando landonorris yeah i don't think i wanna mess with the moon

user21 that moment when the mcl60 is so bad that you start to believe in witchcraft

oscarpiastri i love you so much (p.s. thank you to the girls as well, i'll cover the next candle order)

yourusername i love you too honey - we're rooting for you yourbff1 we love you oscar yourbff2 i don't understand your sport but i love the wages cause candles !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

charles_leclerc so are you adept in curses? asking for a friend....

maxverstappen1 sure. yourusername i don't (but i can give you a good luck crystal) charles_leclerc i'll take anything at this point

mclaren

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mclaren: WOOOOOOOOOOOO WE TAKE A 2 - 3 FINISH IN HUNGARY 🇭🇺 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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user26 i am bamboozled

user27 so .... it worked?

landonorris i have never said a bad word about y/n's hobby NEVER I LOVE YOU Y/N AND I LOVE THE MOON

oscarpiastri she's still MY girlfriend mate landonorris i am aware i am merely stating my appreciation for her

user28 i know the team just finally got their shit together... but YAAAAS WITCH SLAY

yourusername so so happy for you guys

oscarpiastri i love you so so so so much xxxxxxxx

user29 y/n is my driver of the day

yourusername

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yourusername: i love you so. forever proud.

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user31 fave couple FOR REAL

landonorris fine yall are so cute

oscarpiastri finally, only took a few months

user32 i need something like this in my life

oscarpiastri i love you more.

yourusername anything for you. even asking the moon for help with cars.

danielricciardo once again i am asking to be turned into a real honey badger for a couple hours

maxverstappen1 i think it's time to give up danny

note: idk what this is but lol i had fun - i shall get to the requests next, hope you enjoy !!!

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri instagram au #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #f1 social media au #f1 ins

[windvexer]

If someone said to me, "I'm a beginner witch and I want to cover my bases in case I run into magical trouble," I would recommend:

One home ward for general protection, probably as a container spell or as an artificial spirit (perhaps using clove, red pepper, cinnamon, and soil or dust from the corners of the home/property), for the purpose of keeping out ill-fortune, ill-intent, and unwanted guests

One completely separate home ward, probably as a container spell (perhaps using dill, rosemary, and garlic), for the purpose of keeping out uninvited spirits, unwanted spirits, and malefica sent intentionally or unintentionally by other practitioners

One heavy-duty protective amulet, probably made of rusty nails or a piece of hematite or otherwise iron, for the purpose of behaving as a suit of heavy armor in case of spiritual alarm; to be carried about as you solve the problem; the effects of which may be encumbering and too imposing for everyday use

One more mild protective amulet (perhaps made of amethyst jewelry, or an acorn, or an oak twig cross), for the purpose of providing an immediate protection against ill spirits and energies; to be worn when a shield is desired, but a shielding energy-working technique is too draining or time-consuming; should be comfortable to wear as often as desired

Of all of these things, avoid repeating ingredients across charms, unless you are in special allyship with a certain spirit.

Those persons also suffering from nightmares or disturbed dreams may also benefit from:

One bedroom ward, probably a container spell or Witch's Ladder (perhaps containing star anise, amethyst, knotted cord, spiders or the forms of spiders, and rosemary), for the purpose of tangling up ill spirits and ill energies which inspire bad dreams.

Of any ward and amulet, feed it a minimum of once a season; if they're working often to provide assistance, or if the effects run out, increase feeding to once a month; in times of distress, feed weekly or as needed.

[bimoonphases]

Marauders/Mean Girls AU anyone?

Sirius: Of course the Royal Court are all in the same House.

Lily: Who are the Royal Court?

James: They're Wizarding royalty. If Hogwarts was Witch Weekly they would always be on the cover.

Sirius: That one there, that's Barty Crouch Jr. He's one of the dumbest people you'll ever meet. Remus sat next to him in the library once.

Remus: He asked me how to spell "orange".

Sirius: That blond one? He's Evan Rosier.

Peter: He's totally rich because his dad has the Ministry in his pocket.

Sirius: Evan Rosier knows everybody's business, he knows everything about everyone.

James: That's why his hair is so big, it's full of secrets.

Sirius: And evil takes human form in Regulus Arcturus Black. Don't be fooled, because he may seem like your typical selfish, backstabbing, dangerous guy, but in reality? He's so much more than that.

Remus: He's the prince, the centre of it all. Those other two are just his little workers.

Sirius: Regulus Black. How do I even begin to explain Regulus Black?

Pandora: Regulus Black is flawless.

Marlene: He has the latest broom and his own carriage on the Hogwarts Express.

Mary: I hear his hair is insured for ten thousand galleons.

Peter: I hear he does Quidditch commercials. For Beauxbatons.

Dorcas: His favourite book is The Tales of Beedle the Bard.

Dumbledore: One time he met the Minister of Magic at a grand ball.

McGonagall: And he told him he was pretty.

James: One time he punched me in the face. It was awsome.

#I watched the movie musical and this popped into my mind #marauders #mean girls #sirius black #lily evans #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #regulus black #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #pandora rosier

[aster-wires]

high tension scenarios w/ the twst boys

starring: Jack Howl and Azul Ashengrotto

authors notes: first time writing in like a year !! im gonna be writing more for twst, so if you see this feel free to request something. ill be setting up more rules later, so for now i hope you enjoy :D (also the formatting took forever please) 

Jack Howl ○ The Virtuous Protector

Patching them up while they seem to get flustered by the minute.

“And how did this happen again?” You sighed, taking out your first aid kit. Jack sat awkwardly at the foot of your bed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Got ‘nto a fight with some of my dorm members. It’s nothing serious.” He murmured. He took off his black vest for easier access to his wounds, but your eyes were more focused looking up and down his muscular arms. Snapping out of your small trance, you sighed as you began to disinfect the cuts and scrapes of the fight.

This was somewhat of a weekly routine by now. He’d come in with few injuries and the occasional bruise, but never anything awful. You never pushed the subject as to why he’s been getting into more fights recently, but that’s partly because you never really minded patching him up.

Besides, he’d rather sit on one of his cacti than admit that he’s been fighting for you. A few of his dorm members decided to talk shit about you in front of him, and he wouldn’t just let that slide on their part.

You two quietly for the most part. Jack looked away when you started to bandage his forearms, letting out a small hiss when you applied some alcohol onto the wound. Deciding to take a quick look back at you, he smiled softly at your furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

“All done!” You smiled, finishing wrapping up the gauze around his knuckles. Taking a look at the wolf beast-man, you saw him staring back with a light blush. Clenching his fist, he turned his head to the side bashfully.

“What’s wrong? Do you have a fever?” You asked, peering around him to press a hand to his forehead. As soon as you got a good look at his bright red face, you could see his ears flattened atop of his head. His tail was almost moving at mach 10 speeds, as he took his other hand to try and slow it down as best as he could.

“You just…” Taking your hand off of his forehead, he held it loosely in his palm; gently, as if he was afraid to scrape you up himself.

“Nevermind. Thank you for always–”

“Taking care of you?”

“That’s not what I meant.” His hands were wrapped in the gauze you applied; rough, yet softer than people think it is. A bit like Jack in a way, you guess.

“Alright, just no more fights for a while. You’re using up my entire bandaid supply.” He smiled at that, unable to stop the furious wagging of his tail again. But he didn’t mind it so much this time.

Azul Ashengrotto ○ The Benevolent Sea Witch

Doing eyeliner when their face is inches away from yours.

"I don’t know why I agreed to this."

And yet here he was, sitting cross-legged in front of you while you were dipping the brush back into the bottle for more of the liquid substance. Letting out a small exhale at the notion, you began to softly press the tool just below his waterline.

Sure, you were focused on making sure that you don’t accidentally poke your friend’s eye out, but you’d be lying if you said that was all you were focused on.

“I mean, I don’t know why you need eyeliner when your eyes are already so mesmerizing.” You teased, leaning in a little closer to add some more liner in the innermost corners of his eye.

He tensed up at the statement, wanting to pull away and look to the side so that his hair could cover up any small smile that threatened his cool, composed behavior. But with a firm grip on his cheeks, you stopped him from moving away. (And stopped him from messing up all his liner.)

Moving onto the other eye, you decided to continue to tease the poor boy. Think of it as payback for all the times he’s left you speechless with his words.

“Oh I’m sorry, should I have said hypnotizing instead? Or maybe alluring? I mean–”

"Stop it."

He breathed out, the skin of his face was getting warmer by the second the more you held it. You chuckled, having way too much fun flustering him.

Azul, on the other hand, was tempted to hide in his octopot forever.

Deciding that’s enough teasing for one day, you two fell into a comfortable silence as the blush on his face slowly dimmed, but his eyes stayed as sharp as ever.

"Can you hurry up? I have a client I’m meeting later today." He grimaced at the thought of having to leave you so soon, but he has a responsibility of helping those dumb- I mean, poor unfortunate souls.

“Sure thing, hun.”

Yeah. He was really regretting agreeing to this.

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#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jack howl x reader #jack howl #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto

[flaming-brown-witch]

Romione Fic Preview: Virgo's Groove

My first snippet!!

When I first heard "Virgo's Groove" on Beyonce's Renaissance album, it was screaming to be turned into a Romione fic. Dedicating this to @comradekarin, who is hopefully not the only person on this damn app to fully appreciate that with me lol. Fic takes place in Deathly Hallows when Lupin comes to Shell Cottage to share the news of Teddy's birth. Originally written for the @romione-trope-fest (lol guess which trope) but I didn't get my shit together in time 🙃

Beyonce stan or not, if you like what you see, please follow and reblog and subscribe to me on AO3! The more engagement I get, the faster I'll be able to finish it 😚 Hoping to get it out while it's still Pisces season in honor of my blorbo 🙌🏽 ♓

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"A boy!" exclaimed Fleur to Ron and Hermione as Lupin made a beeline towards Harry. "A Taurus boy! 'Zis community needs more earth signs. Can you believe 'zere are nine Weasleys but no earth signs?"

"Hermione's an earth sign," Ron piped up. "I reckon you both have the same sign actually."

Fleur cast wide eyes at Hermione. "'Ermione, you are a Virgo as well? But of course you are!"

"Why 'of course?'" asked Hermione, brow furrowed. 

"You 'ave all 'ze Virgo traits. 'Ardworking, perfectionist—"

"Controlling," added Ron, snickering. Hermione glared at him. Fleur watched the interaction with a knowing smile. 

"Sensual." Fleur winked at Ron. "Especially when it comes to our opposite sign."

That got Ron to stop smiling.

"How about some wine to celebrate?" Bill announced. 

"Oh yes!" Fleur exclaimed with a clap of her hands. "'Zere is much to celebrate," she added, throwing Ron and Hermione another impish look. "Beel, why don't you fetch 'ze '82 Bordeaux my parents gave us for Christmas? Remus, you must stay for a drink or three…"  

Hermione never took her eyes off Ron. 

"What?"

She pursed her lips. "Lavender seems to have taught you much about astrology."

Ron scratched the back of his head nervously. "Most of what I know about astrology I remember from Divination actually."

"What else do you remember from Divination?"

"About Virgos? Fleur covered the basics, I reckon."

Hermione hesitated before asking in a quiet voice, "Do you know what she meant about the opposite sign?"

Ron's cheeks lit on fire. The corner of the dining room table suddenly seemed fascinating. "Yeah, er, o-opposite signs of the Zodiac tend to have, er, r-really strong compatibility…in that area…"

"You learned that in Divination?" she questioned, voice sharp.

"That, ah…" Ron traced the groove of the table. "That I did learn from, er, Lavender… It was in some stupid Witch Weekly article."

Ron waited with bated breath for a scathing remark, but nothing came. He finally looked up. Hermione was staring at him with an inscrutable expression. 

"So…" she eventually said slowly, taking a step forward. Her hand, too, aimlessly traced the groove of the table, but her eyes remained on Ron. "My opposite sign is…Pisces?"

#romione #fanfic sneak peek #fanfic snippet #beyonce #renaissance #ron x hermione #ron weasley #hermione #hermione x ron #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 writer #virgo #pisces

[spotsandsocks]

Fuck it Friday and last line tag

Tagged by the ever wonderful @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @thewolvesof1998 @jesuisici33 (with an open tag)

Sharing my mood board for The Lost and The Found again and @ronordmann lovely cover cos I want too. I’ll start posting this in about 2 weeks now i think and it’s going to be weekly chapt by chapt kinda fic.

Here’s a line or two for FIF

The amused look he gets doesn’t help the swirl of feelings. “Don’t growl at me. It’s not my fault you’re not allowed to help because you put silver in your blood.”

Eddie deliberately loosens his jaw. The witch is right, it’s not his fault. It’s Eddie’s own doing. No one to blame but himself. As usual.

and here’s the last one I wrote

The couch moves as Buck joins them and picks up a controller. Eddie risks a quick sideways glance but Buck looks totally normal; cool and composed, laughing at something Chris said.

Maybe he’d imagined it?

Tagging @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @thekristen999 @giddyupbuck @the-likesofus @stagefoureddiediaz @spaceprincessem @weewootruck @wh0re-behavi0r @hoodie-buck @bekkachaos @eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @buddierights @wildlife4life @underwater-ninja-13 @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @housewifebuck @shortsighted-owl

#buddie #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie wip #shifter fic

[george-weasleys-girl]

I have a request!!! I've had this idea rattling around in my head for a while. I've tried to write it, but I keep getting stuck!

So, essentially, the idea is Reader x George where the reader's dad is a vampire who got cast out of the vampire kingdom and found the love of his life, the reader's mom, a witch. So the reader is part vampire, part witch. I can't decide if I want the reader to be more powerful or less powerful than a regular vampire due to the magic that's also in her veins. I want the story to be focused around George catching Reader drinking a bag of blood sent by her parents and asking about it! Reader is defensive until she realizes that George isn't being rude, just curious. Then it's really fluffy about Reader opening up about how hard it is to not share her real heritage with her friends!!

If you don't want to do this, that's totally okay, I just can't stop thinking about it and I think you'd execute it really well!!!!!

As always, much love!!!!!

Sanguine Moon

Thank you for sending in such a fun idea!💗

George x fem dhampir!reader, platonic with the possibility of something more

Warnings: mentions of drinking blood, a few curse words

~•~

Y/N waited until she was alone before pulling out the bag of blood wrapped neatly in the package that had arrived this morning. Sighing, she undid the cap, wishing she hadn't forgotten her special drinking glass at home during her recent visit. She detested drinking from a plastic bag. There was just something so uncouth about it. If she had to drink blood, Y/N reckoned she could at least do it with a bit of style.

Oh, well. There's nothing for it now.

"Bottoms up," she muttered to herself and gracelessly upended her weekly ration. She'd barely gotten a taste when the door flew open. "There you are, Y/N! I was looking - " George froze, eyes wide as saucers as he took in the scene before him.

~•~

Y/N lowered the bag, wiping a trickle of blood from her chin. Dammit, how could I forget to lock the door?

"Um... is that what I think it is?" George stepped toward her, his stare focused squarely on the object in her hands.

"I don't know," she attempted to cover the bag. "What do you think it is?"

"It... um... it looks like blood," George stammered.

A million retorts raced through her head, each more ridiculous than the last. So she went with the most mature thing she could think of. "So, what of it!?" She snapped, jutting her chin out.

The redhead blinked, taking a tentative step toward her. "I didn't mean anything bad by it. It's just that it's not every day you walk in on your friend drinking blood, you know?"

"Oh. Right," Y/N's face burned a bright vermillion. "No, I don't suppose you do."

An awkward silence settled over the room. "So, uh," George began, moving to sit beside her. "Are you like a vampire or something?"

Y/N let out a long breath. No point in trying to hide the truth now. "I'm a dhampir," she said bluntly.

"A dhampir?"

"Half vampire, half human," she explained.

George's eyes lit up. "So, one of your parents is a vampire?"

"Yeah, um, my dad."

"And your mum's a..."

"Witch."

"Wow, that is so cool, Y/N!" George's mind whirled with a million different questions. "Do you have any special powers? Like turning into a bat, or super strength?"

"Ok, first off, vampires do not turn into bats. That's a myth muggles came up with to explain why some bats drink blood," she explained. "But as for the second one, I am stronger than the average human."

"Like how strong?" The corners of George’s mouth quirked up.

Y/N shrugged and took a sip of blood. "When I'm at full strength, I could carry the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team in one go," she confessed, then paused for a second, trying not to giggle at George's "deer-in-the-headlights" expression. "And I can see in the dark. Like no light at all, pitch-black dark." She took another sip. "Also, I can fly without a broom."

George's mouth fell open. "Seriously? Without an incantation?"

"Mhmm, since I was four years old." Y/N's apprehension had faded, and she was now openly gulping down the bag of blood.

"Could you, like, take another person with you?" George asked with a sheepish grin. "Flying, I mean."

Y/N smiled. "When I'm finished with this," she held up the half-empty bag. "Yes, I can." She then took another swig. "Would you like me to take you flying?"

"Hell yeah!" George grinned like a fool.

~•~

George held tight to her hand as they soared upward and away from Hogwarts. The warm air of late spring grew colder the higher they ascended. He was glad he remembered to grab his jacket.

"I never realized how relaxing flying can be," he commented. "Usually, when I'm up in the air, I'm either playing Quidditch or acting like an idiot with Fred."

"It's one of my favorite things to do. Sometimes, late at night, when I can't sleep, which is often, I'll come out and fly for a while," she smiled, then looked down. "C'mon, let's go down here. I wanna show you something."

She sat them down gently, making certain George stood steady before she released his hand. "What is this place?" He asked, turning around in slow circles.

"It's the ruins of an old muggle castle," Y/N said. "I don't know anything about it other than it's from the Middle Ages, I think. This turret is all that's left."

George nodded and peaked over the side, taking in the stone rubble that lay in heaps all around it. "It's a good place. Quiet. Away from people."

"That's why I like it. It's a good place to think or just unwind," she said, leading him over to a large wooden chest. "I brought this up here last year." Y/N tapped the huge lock with her wand, and it clicked open. "Here," she lifted the lid and pulled out a thick velvet blanket. "Lay this out. I'll bring the pillows."

~•~

They lay there watching the stars for a long time before George turned on his side and asked the question that had been burning in his mind since he discovered Y/N was a dhampir. "Does anyone else know your secret?"

"Only Dumbledore and McGonagall," she shook her head. "I don't think parents would be too keen on sending their kids to school with a half-vampire. I might go on a blood sucking rampage or something." She rolled her eyes.

George said nothing, but his mind wandered back to last year when the Headmaster hired Lupin to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts and the subsequent fall-out when it came to light that he was a werewolf. "I'm sorry you have to hide who you are," he said.

"It's ok. I've learned to play the part of a nice, normal human quite well," she gave him a sad smile. "But it just gets so fucking exhausting having to put on a show day after day. That's why I like coming here. I can take off the mask for a little while."

The redhead nodded. "And what about vampires?" He asked. "You don't have to hide from them, do you?"

"No," she sighed. "But my family isn't welcome within the sanguine community either. My dad was ostracized when he married my mum. Any vampire who takes a human partner is cast out for blood betrayal."

George rolled his eyes. "Gotta keep that precious bloodline pure. Fucking ridiculous."

"Yeah, it is..." Y/N exhaled a long suffering sigh. "But it's the law of the land. And it isn't changing anytime soon."

"Well, I, for one, don't care that you're a dhampir," George smiled and threw his arm around her shoulders. "And your secret will always be safe with me. I promise won't tell anyone. Not even Fred."

"Thanks, George," she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You don't know how much of a relief it is to finally have a friend I don't have to hide myself from."

"Hey, what are friends for," he grinned ear to ear, a deep crimson blossoming across his freckled face. "If not to trust them with our deepest darkest secrets."

~•~

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @xmjthewitchx @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @samberriejams @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @mrsgweasley @hufflepuffie @morally-grey-obsessed @fredweasleyyyyy @anvaaryn @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @hmisa11 @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @kaysau2510 @qmylovexoxo @planetkt @costheticbabe

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#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x you #hp fandom #hp universe

[unofficiallymikaela]

"I thrive in a field full of Pansies." The Hogwarts Herbology Professor, Neville Longbottom, is on the cover of the Witch Weekly. Get to know him better with us and grab a copy!

#clip studio paint #xppen #digital art #digital drawing #digital illustration #digital fanart #fanart #fanart friday #friday #friday art #neville longbottom #neville longbottom fanart #art #witch weekly #witch weekly cover #harry potter fandom #arts on tumblr #gryffindor

[demifiendrsa]

Weekly Shonen Jump 2024 issue #10 cover

#Weekly Shonen Jump #Witch Watch #Kenta Shinohara #manga #magazine cover

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

It’s a picture of Riddle and Harry.

In it Harry sports a tense smile, the kind Hermione only ever saw back when they were in Hogwarts. When the new younger years would approach him and ask for his autograph, ask to see his scar and fall all over themselves to meet him. Ron liked to call it Harry’s ‘fake face’, and even though those days they were hard-pressed to agree on anything, both vehemently agreed they hated seeing that look on Harry.

She cringes the longer she looks at him—Harry’s so stiff! With his arms crossed (a self-soothing habit, Hermione knows) and his awkward little lean to the left. Goodness, Harry looks mid bolt like he’d do anything to get out of that situation right now.

It’s all made even worse because, in comparison to the near statue stillness of Harry, Tom Riddle is like a whole movie.

Hermione watches (with a slightly morbid fascination) how Riddle’s eyes meet the camera with pinpoint accuracy. How he grins slowly, his confidence visible in its wide fullness. Distracted, she wonders if all his self-assuredness comes from that dimple on his right cheek? Then she scoffs and definitely knows it’s at least partly responsible for Riddle’s many features in Witch Weekly.

It all lasts only a handful of seconds before Riddle’s gaze strays back to Harry, and it takes multiple loops before she confirms: yes, Riddle does actually frown when he looks Harry’s way. It’s the slightest, faintest frown she’s ever seen in her life, but it is there, and it pulls all that confident smugness of his down with it. After, Riddle suddenly shifts towards Harry, maybe to get closer, but the picture resets before Hermione can see if he follows through.

It’s such an odd little moment, both of them dressed in formal robes and clearly caught by surprise. Where was this photo even taken? How does it even exist in the first place? Surely whoever took it saw Harry’s stiffness or how Riddle broke pose too soon? Surely they’d vanish it, unusable as it was, not at all cover page or picture book material.

It’s even odder when Hermione takes a moment to realise that this photo must mean an awful lot to Riddle…for him to have gone out of his way to frame it for his desk… Actually, could this be the only photo of them together? It feels so impossible considering the meetings and galas and events, all seemingly never-ending.

Oh. It clicks to Hermione in a flash that it very well can’t be the only photo of them together, but possibly it’s the only photo of them alone. Just them. No one else to their sides, on their arms, or in the foreground and background.

With a steadying inhale, an overwhelming feeling of awe fills her. It grows, starting in the middle of her chest and pushes its way up to the rosy blush of her cheeks. Hermione stands in Riddle’s private study, shocked and wholly blindsided, wondering just how long exactly Tom Riddle has been pining over Harry Potter.

#tomarry #tomarrymort #pov: Hermione #my fic #something i wrote in my spare time #my spare time being nonexistent #i somehow wrangle some together and it's clearly needed because every time i went to type 'time' (which doesn't feel like a real word- #-anymore) i've nearly always spelt it out as 'tome' and have had to retype it #tom and harry have taken over my every waking thought this is new #also this sat in my drafts for a while #wasn't sure what to do with it #so here we go

[panickingpansexuality]

The End?

Elliott x GN Farmer

Mentions of divorce, fear of loss, self loathing.

Elliott and you have been fighting and you worry divorce is on the horizon.

(gif not mine)

You don't really know how it started, but for the last two weeks you and Elliott have been at each other's throats. The littlest things set you off and then it sets him off, thankfully you're both able to not fight in front of your two year old son Charles.

Finally it got to point to where you two hardly spoke and that part made it feel like it was worse. That when you weren't fighting that your relationship was coming to a close, so he'd pick out little things to fight about with you just to hear you talk.

Of course you two have tried to talk to each other like adults but it just seemed like nothing was working. You spent more hours away from home, he spent nights away from home.

Your home that was once filled with laughter now filled with tension that even your son could sense.

That night after you two had out your son to bed he looked at you both very sadly and said:

"Are you still mad at daddy?"

Elliott sent you a concerned look and you returned it before looking at your son.

"Sometimes," you say softly. "Your Daddy and I fight because we don't always agree with each other, but it doesn't mean we don't love you or that we're mad at you."

"Precisely." Elliott said, "You have nothing to worry about Charlie."

"Ok." Charlie said before laying back into bed. "Story time?"

"We just had story time." You say with a smile

"I was't listen so you have to dood it again."

Charlie fell asleep midway through the story, neither you or Elliott moved away from him though. The story was about a witch who made friends with a turtle who wouldn't come out of his shell and at the end the witch kissed the turtle who became a prince and they got married.

Neither of you really knew what to say when the story was over so you went to bed early. The hours grew in the long silence with nothing but the wind in the trees.

Neither you or Elliott could sleep, the fight from earlier still staining your heart. Silently you gather your pillow and a spare blanket on the bed, trying to slip out of the room. You go to get off the bed when a gentle hand clasps your wrist.

"(y/n)," Elliott says softly, his words cracking like he's going to cry, "Please don't go. Please stay."

You crawl back into bed unable to deny his broken voice, once you're under the covers again, he pulls you close to him and you finally drift to sleep.

The next morning after you finished your chores on the sunny Tuesday, you go try and talk to the other married couples in town, Elliott went out with Charles to Willy's, not leaving a note as he suspected he would be home tonight before you.

"I just feel like we're gonna be over." You said in a small voice to Jodi, Robin, and Kent.

"I don't know what to do, if we're not fighting then we're not talking and that's what hurts the most."

"What about couples therapy?" Robin suggested. "Have you two looked in on it?"

You nod, your eyes swelling with tears again:

"I haven't called yet but I'm terrified that it isn't going to fix us."

Kent and Jodi looked over at each other before he sighed and pulled out an old notebook.

"I made this a few years ago." He said handing it to you.

"Jodi and I...We weren't doing so great but this is a list of everything that worked for us. Until you can get into therapy, try it."

You nod and give the older man a hug.

"Ok ladies!" Caroline says coming into the living room, you turn your heads and see the cardio group come in for their weekly session.

You thank the others before you leave to go home and Kent leaves to talk to Pierre.

You feel lighter as you walk past the bus station, passing Pam as she heads home for the day.

"Hey kid," she says, "Saw Elliott leaving earlier, not sure if he's back yet."

Your heart plummets in your chest, you take a breath in an effort to control your voice to remain even.

"Did he say where he was going?" You ask

Pam shakes her head:

"Nah, but he had a lot of stuff with him."

You run back to your house and find it completely empty, your pet perks up from their place in the couch then sinks back down to rest.

Panic swirls in your chest.

"Elliott?!" You call out, "Charlie?"

No answer, you head upstairs and can't find any of the suitcases, and Charlie's favorite toy is gone the only thing left on his big boy bed is his baby blanket your dad made.

He's left you.

The realization hits you like a truck, he's left you and taken your son.

You knew he couldn't have left the valley, Pam at least would've told you that but there was no denying it now. It was over between you two.

Maybe you deserved to be left, maybe you were that bad of a parent, maybe you were too broken but you warned him what you were too broken to be loved and he still took a chance on you and you blew it.

Mutely you grab your sons' blanket and press it to your nose, tears dropping down from your eyes as you walk back to your shared bedroom, you slunk down to the floor on his side of the bed and start to sob.

Sobs that ring through your chest and crush your heart, some of them don't even have a sound and eventually it turns into a screaming cry.

Elliott is walking back from Willy's without Charlie, he left his son with his adopted grandfather wanting to truly try and fix things tonight. As he came up on the steps of the house he heard your cries through the door and fear gripped his soul.

"(y)n)?!" Elliott yelled bursting open the door, he ran up the stairs past your still unbothered pet straight into your room.

"(y/n)!?" He said kneeling beside you.

You launched yourself into Elliot clinging to him.

"Where's our baby?" You said between cries.

"Willy's." Elliott says cradling your body against his.

"I wanted to spend time with just us tonight."

That calms you down, you slow your breathing until your left with nothing but snivles.

"My heart what happened?" Elliott said carefully loosening his hold.

"I-I thought you left me." You sniffle out.

Elliott's eyes full with tears as he pulls you back in.

"No." He says, "I could never (y/n), never."

"I don't want to lose you." You sob into his shoulder.

"I know we've been fighting but I can't do it Elliott, I've loved you since you showed me your pocket crab and I knew I'd love you in every life after this, you're everything to me, my soul, my heart, I can hardly stand being away from you and Charlie for so long."

Elliott pulls you away and presses kisses against the left side of your face until all of the tears have been either picked up from his lips or dried against your skin.

"I refuse to love anyone else as intensely as I do you, I am empty without you, I need you feel the blood in my veins, to feel truly alive. When we die I will be buried beside you, I'd have our ashes mixed and buried beneath a pomegranate tree. If you feel as intensely as I do for us, for our story then I will fight for us until the very end. You are my partner, and I will choose you no matter how broken you claim to be. I love every single piece of you. Oh (y/n)," Elliott says the tears falling freely from his cheeks.

"I can never express how horrible I feel my actions have been."

"it's not just you." You tell him. "I haven't been helping the situation."

"We're going to couples counseling." You state, "Kent gave me a book him and Jodi made when they were in a rough patch and we're trying everything in it until we're horribly in love again."

Elliott nods and kisses your lips, the kiss is gentle but needy, like he's begging you to stay longer in the moment, stay with you for just a little longer.

You both will look over the book in the morning but that night is spent showing each other how you remember each crevice, each stretch mark and each sensitive part of your skins.

In the morning, you get up first and make both of you some breakfast, then once it's done you take it up to your still sleeping husband and wake him wip soft kisses pressed against his jawline.

"My muse." He grumbles out, his voice still laced with sleep. "I wish for our son to come home tonight but your spoiling is making it hard to not call his grandfather and request another night."

"We have all day." You whisper against his ear. "By then we'll be ready to have him home."

You call the Couples therapist and get an appointment for next month, you look through Kent's notebook with Elliott, he writes down his own suggestions while you both make a copy in case anything should happen to the original.

The rest of the day is spent doing most of the intimate activities and chores. By the time it hits sundown and Willy comes to your home with Charlie you're both ready for him.

The toddler is set down on the porch by his grandfather, he sees his malewife daddy first and runs to him, your husband picks him up and swings him around the sound of their laughter filling you with happiness but also a fighting spirit.

You're going to fight with everything you have to save this.

#stardew elliott #stardew valley #stardew fanfiction #elliot stardew valley #sdv #stardew farmer #elliot x farmer #elliot x reader #elliot x reader stardew valley #sdv elliot #elliott stardew valley #stardew valley elliott #elliott x reader #elliott #elliot sdv #stardew valley elliot #elliot stardew #elliott sdv #elliott x farmer #sdv elliot x farmer #sdv elliott #sdv farmer #sdv fanfic #farmer sdv #sdv x farmer #stardew valley farmer

[maddithefangirl]

In the Cove - Part 2

Pairing: Azriel x Mermaid!Reader

Warnings: None

a/n: hiya! finally here is part two for you all!

Part 1

He gazed into your eyes as he began to move closer. His lips brushed yours and a spark seemed to move through him. It was magical. 

��Meet me here every week at 3 pm, I have to see you again, please.”

You smiled in response and swam away.

…

He flew as fast as he could back to the River House. He needed to talk to Rhys. He had to know something that would be able to help him. He slams open the door to his office and screamed out, “Rhys, I found her, my mate.”

“Holy fucking shit, no way! Who is it? When can I meet her?”

“Well, there’s the problem. She’s… a mermaid.”

“... What? How?”

“I don’t know, it just happened I was with her, and she ignited something in me that I had never felt before, and… we got the golden string between our souls, I saw it.”

“Well, brother, what are you going to do?”

“That’s why I came here, I need a way that I can be with her, do you know any spells or anything that would be able to help me?”

“I’ll do some research and get back to you.”

…

It took two weeks for Rhys to get back to him. And he wasn’t going to like the answer. 

Rhys had found a witch that lives in the middle that he can get to transform him into a mermaid to be with her… but he would have to give up his wings. 

When Azriel heard that, he was in utter disbelief.

“What do you mean give up my wings… there’s no way that I’d be able to see you guys ever again.”

“I know. Brother, the choice is completely up to you.”

That sent Azriel into a tailspin. This was something that he had been searching for since he was young, and now that he has access to this, does shit have to hit the fan. Could he really give up his family for true love? Rhys spent at least thirty minutes trying to lecture him on all the cons that this plan would have if he went through with it, and he pondered whether love was enough. 

…

That night was the monthly meeting with the Inner Circle.

It was going swimmingly as usual before Azriel stood up amongst his family and said, “Guys, I have an announcement.” 

He looked over to Rhys and said, “I’ve got a mate, and the only way I can be with her is if I say goodbye to this world and move to hers. She’s the last remaining mermaid, and I have to be with her… This will be my last dinner with you all.”

Silence filled the room as Azriel sat back down. 

Elain left the room in tears, and everyone chose not to stare at her.

Mor erupted, “You can’t do this Az, we’re your family!”

Azriel looked at his wine as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Feyre chimed in, “I’d do anything to be with my mate, I understand you, Azriel.”

He smiled. Finally, someone was on his side.  

Cassian was the last to say anything. “Then, if this is the last night we have, let’s let it be the best one ever.”

Wine and games and food abounded the room as the entire Inner Circle partied like it was their last night together. 

…

The day after that was your weekly meeting. The last couple of meetings have been hours trying to get to know each other, but today he never showed up. 

…

Azriel had missed your assigned meeting day to prepare for his new life that he was going to have. It had completely left his mind as he began packing ford the travel to the middle. Rhys knew about where the witch was, but knew it was also going to be a search as well.

By the time they made it to the witch’s hut, they were exhausted. It was just Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel that went. 

The hut was covered in dust, as if nobody lived there anymore, but there was a glow from within. When they entered, they were met with an old hag that must’ve been thousands of years old. She whistled as they piled in the just large enough room. 

“Hello, High Lord and his cronies,” she said with her back to them still.

“We’re here for-”

“I know what you are here for. I have been waiting many moons for you.”

She pulled out a cauldron and many different ingredients and started cooking. They waited patiently as she did her work. At the end, she weaved a band long enough to fit Azriel’s wrist and dunked his hand with the band in the cauldron. Rhys and Cassian jumped from their positions as his hand was being dunked and went into a warrior’s stance. The witch laughed a maniacal cackle. 

“What have you done?” Rhys yelled.

The witch just smiled in response and said, “Once you touch the water with your mate in hand, you will transform into a merman. Break the cord around your wrist, and you will transform back, but your wings will not come back.”

Azriel was silent. 

This was it. 

He could be with the love of his life.

…

The day had come. It was the day that he would turn for you. He took a joy ride fly for the last time in his life. Goodbyes and ‘See you soons’ were exchanged, and he was off.

The cave was cool as you once again sat and waited for your mate to walk in. The water was clear as it always has been. There were sea creatures about the cove and that kept your attention as you grew bored. 

When he arrived, he looked as beautiful as ever. The afternoon sun illuminated him from behind, so he looked like an angel. He looked nervous as he walked in, which you had never seen before. It was the weirdest thing because he always had this confident aura around him. 

He made his way over to you and grabbed your hands. They were calloused and rough from an apparent injury, but you didn’t mind. He had a bracelet on that you had never seen before. 

“I have something to show you, something that will let us be together forever,” he said to you softly. As soon as he said it he entered the pool. Then all of the sudden, he was being lifted up and was covered in light and sparkles. It was the most interesting thing you had ever seen. You had no idea was was happening until he was being lowered down in the pool and he was… a merman. 

“How- how did you-?” you muttered.

He came back into your hands and said. “I did this for you, I want to be with you forever. My mate.”

“But what about your family? And your wings… you’ll never be able to fly again. How could you give that all up for me?”

“Because I love you. Family will always be there, but love is a fleeting thing. I want to be with you always and be able to live life with you. I couldn’t do that from the shore. Are you not happy?”

“I mean of course I’m happy, but what if love isn’t enough for you?”

“It has to be, my mate.”  

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #acotar fanfiction #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #azriel fluff #acotar #maddithefangirl

[neoncherryblossom]

Yeah you know what? I have decided Darius is single forever actually.

(Manifesting an older Darius moving into The Owl House with Eber at the same time as Lilith and Hooty, and they along with Eda and Raine are now living a sitcom as god intended. Alador and Perry get dragged into their nonsense on a weekly basis and Eda is questioning why they don't just move in.

They all discover Eda and Eber cannot be left alone for more than fifteen minutes. Eda and Raine get pillows thrown at them if they initiate their 'flirting so we can watch our movie in peace'. Lilith is the one getting into fights and bringing them back so she can stand all cool while three of the strongest people on the Isles one shot a loser. Lilith and Eda both beat these strong witches at least once. Eber's beast will randomly appear and everyone knows them by name. Eberwolf and Raine team up to try and figure out what species of demon Hooty is, fail, then Hooty drops the bomb on them five years later. The house is covered in feathers and fur almost all the time, no matter how well anyone cleans it.

Darius has threatened to move out exactly 27 times. Lilith kept track. He stays.

His closest attempt was when the Hexsquad stayed over for a week. He hides from the Collector because the Collector is still apologetically a young child and if he makes the star boy cry again Eda might actually eat him this time.

He still stays.)

#honestly i dont know what the point of this is anymore #manifesting sitcom toh adults cause it would be so funny #darius accidentally makes a mentally 6 year old cry more at 11 #my rambles #the owl house #eda clawthorne #darius deamonne #eberwolf the huntsman #lilith clawthorne #raine whispers