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Can we get some NBC Hannibal themed name templates please? :D

Here you go!! Hope you like them!

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[byizoyas]

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much

EVENT DURATION: oct. 1st - oct. 31

DAY 01 - phone sex. danheng x f!reader. general masterlist ϟ event masterlist

three long days. such was the time that passed since you last talked to your boyfriend and at this point you started to really miss him.

you were used to annoy him and since you both spent pretty much all your days together it felt weird not having him around for so long. you didn’t get to tease him, didn’t mock him nor tickle his sensitive body and you missed it.

you missed him.

you knew he was on vacation with friends and it didn’t happen a lot since he usually worked hard or spent time with you but you felt the need to.. tease him a little bit.

after all he couldn’t do anything while he was away so this was your time to act with no consequences and what a pleasure.

you thought for a while and decided to send a really really suggestive picture directly to his snapchat. only when you pressed the send button did you realize what a cruel idea it was to him who was away and couldn’t do anything to you.

‘anyway.’ you chuckled to yourself but before you went to shower, your phone vibrated and the screen lightened, displaying a usual threatening message from danheng.

y/n i swear. just you wait.

it did make you laugh, but that was it. you took a shower and nothing happened. you even headed to bed, early for once because you had a meeting with an old friend tomorrow and you didn’t want to be late.

you didn’t even reply danheng’s text but you knew he’d be fine with it as long as you replied the day after to make sure you were okay.

‘so how’s danheng ?’ your friend march asked. she was a common friend so of course she had to ask for some news about him.

you’ve been spending the whole morning in her company, talking about many things and somehow, the moment she started talking of danheng, his name appears on your phone and it rang.

‘oh he’s calling.’ you firstly told her while showing her your phone. you picked up the call and a large smile painted on your face as you greeted your man whose voice you missed terribly.

march started minding her own business on her phone, waiting for you to finish with your personal call.

little did she know, danheng wasn’t calling you for only few seconds today. on the phone his tone was pretty serious, so much that you actually left the table and walked away in a more quiet place.

‘are you okay?’

‘are you alone ?’ he asked, ignoring your own question.

‘no. march is home, why ?’

‘i want you.’

you frowned immediately. you were confused by the choice of his words; but before you got a chance to ask more information, danheng made the meaning of this call pretty clear.

‘sending me a sexy picture, then disappearing ? that’s not what good girls do y/n.’

‘and what do they do ?’ you asked, joining him in that little game of his.

that was certainly the first time ever danheng brought up a new way of flirting and pleasuring each other but you were quite fond of it. his voice was always good to hear and his tired intonation made it even more sexy.

‘mh.~ what are you wearing right now ?’ danheng asked.

to that question you replied with a brief description of the clothes you chose to wear today.

‘are you wearing panties ?’ he boldly asked.

‘your favorites. that one white laced.’ you proudly confessed, whispering low enough to make sure your guest wouldn’t hear a word.

you heard danheng whisper. he breathed quite loudly and at this point you figured he wasn’t just sitting on his bed doing nothing but listening to your voice.

‘are you fucking yourself ?’ you asked, covering a part of your mouth so that he and only he could hear.

he hummed, before speaking up again. ‘i want you to do the same.’ he almost commanded you to caress yourself right now, right there.

‘spread those pretty legs and imagine me there. oh y/n how i wish to punish you with my tongue.’

the way he spoke made it clear that he wasn’t alone at home either but somehow it made it much more arousing to you.

you walked towards the bathroom, locking the door behind you and started touching yourself through the thin fabric of your panties.

you mentally scolded yourself for abandoning your friend to do something so obscene but you craved it so bad and hearing danheng pleasuring himself without you was already hard enough.

‘you wish i could fuck you right now ?’ he asked and you hummed, nodding your head as if danheng could see you through that call.

danheng wasn’t vocal during sex. he was pretty quiet actually only talking when you asked or when the vibe allowed him to dirty talk. but otherwise he wasn’t much of a moaner.

but now that you guys were fucking while calling, the phone made it easier to hear all the little noises he made when he kept on taking good care of himself and oh how you wished to be the one stroking his cock.

‘i wanna suck your cock..’ you managed to say between two shy moans you let out.

‘i know you do. try fingering yourself now babe. let me hear how good you feel.’

danheng somehow managed to make you feel aroused even when he was far away from you. he was good with words, almost as much as he was with his tongue and body.

you downed your free hand towards your pussy, playing with your clit while using your middle finger to penetrate yourself.

a moan escaped your mouth and as you froze, scared to have been way too loud to be discreet, danheng’s voice brought you back.

‘focus on my voice.’ he said; obviously noticing that you stopped making noise and logically, probably stopped pleasuring yourself.

‘close your eyes and take your fingers the way you’d take mine.’ he waited for a little bit, listening carefully to all the subtle noises you didn’t even notice yourself. ‘does it feel good to be fucked ?’ he asked.

to that you only hummed, speeding the pace of your touches. you couldn’t stay too long on the phone and since you knew your own body by heart, it was quite easy to reach orgasm quickly. meanwhile danheng apparently came from the few dirty things you whispered.

‘let’s do it again tomorrow.’ he suggested.

‘no. come home and fuck me instead.’

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[heroicintention]

for my baby carl <3

△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to?

ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain?

Horrific Headcanons || Accepting

△ Name one thing from their past that they regret. || Carl regrets all the things he said to his father in anger when he was out cold. Especially after seeing what the man did in order to protect him on the road to Terminus-- and how the threat to him was handled. While he's aware Rick was hard on himself for the violent display, it gave Carl an utter sense of security and quashed all doubts that the man was too soft to protect him. Afterwards, he followed the man's lead with less questioning.

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? || Yes. But not for himself, really. Carl doesn't want to leave his father alone and feels a great amount of loyalty-- and debt-- to him. While sometimes his methods to show gratitude seem counterintuitive, Carl has his own way of thinking... moreover, he never wants to leave Judith with one less person in her corner. If he was assured his family would be safe after his death? He would happily stay dead.

ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? || Immensely. And Carl is well aware that it is a problem. He is far more savage towards other humans than walkers, which he will usually put down easily with one strike (unless he has had a VERY bad day). While he has never done anything too harsh to another breathing person... he's certainly fantasized on it. It utterly terrifies him.

[xslythcrin]

                    ❝ fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself  . ❞

  𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : hermione granger   ››   muggle-born   ››   melissa barrera .

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ the crackle of a late night fire in the library , the calming sound of rain against pavement , a ginger cat on top of books left open ,  the smell of eucalyptus , cherry blossom , & sandalwood , the word mud-blood carved on her skin. ⸻

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⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻  ϟ.   melissa barrera : cis woman : she/her : unknown : vendetta by robert taylor y nicolás tovar  ϟ  did you see hermione jean granger ? you know , the 28 year old muggle-born who was formerly in gryffindor . some say hermione can be quite clever  but are known to be impatient . they are aligned with the order .  ⸻   tw : death , torture .

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full name : hermione jean granger .

age : 28 .

date of birth : september 19th .

occupation : unemployed .

blood status : muggle-born .

language(s) spoken : english , french , spanish , latin .

hair color : brown .

eye color : brown .

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positive : clever  ,  curious .

negative : pushy  ,  impatient .

moral alignment : lawful good .

deadly sin : pride .

element : water .

emotional stability : it’s there .

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : when provoked .

drives / motivations : her friends & loved ones .

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book : any book she can get her hands on .

movie : animal and crime documentaries .

food : french food .

flower : orchids .

season : the spring .

animal : otters .

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father : mr. ganger .

mother : mrs.ganger .

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CHAPTER I :

pretty much everything everything is the same with hermione up until harry's death .

━  hermione was born to Mr and Mrs Granger on 19 September, 1979 before they decided to move to Britain . She was their only child and, although they were “a bit bemused” by the oddities displayed by their daughter, they were known to be proud of her .  

CHAPTER II :

━  She began attending Hogwarts in and was Sorted into Gryffindor House. She possessed a brilliant academic mind and proved to be a gifted student in almost every subject that she studied. to the point of being said to be “the brightest witch of her age”.  

━   In spite of always wanting to follow the rules, after Hermione became friends with Harry and Ron, she would disobey the rules along with them in order to successfully complete their group affairs . For example, she went with Ron and Harry into the third floor corridor in first year, which students were temporarily forbidden from entering, in order to save the Philosopher’s Stone; she assisted in creating the Polyjuice Potion in their second year;  nearly had every good memory sucked out of her by Dementors in her third; in her fourth she encountered Death Eaters for the first time, fought them in her fifth at the Battle of the Department of Mysteries alongside her friends in Dumbledore’s Army and in the sixth and seventh, the hunt for Horcruxes took hold

━   the fact that she was able to stay on top of her studies was nothing short of a miracle considering how disrupted her schooling was with the return of Voldemort. and along the way she had moved with sirius black . who had become a father figure to her . 

CHAPTER III :

━ the journey for Horcruxes meant she had to leave everything behind and, fearing the worst, wiped her parents’ memories and sent them to Australia with new identities so that Voldemort’s followers would not be able to find and hurt them because of her . The time hunting Horcruxes was long and dangerous, but they managed it best they could . Until harry’s death.  

━ still they fought on . In those years of war hermione was captured , separated from the others for the entirety . Bellatrix being the one to interrogate her but hermione as strong willed as she was refused to say anything . Bellatrix proceeded to isolate Hermione and then brutally torture her with the Cruciatus Curse repeatedly along with taking a dagger and cutting the word Mudblood into her arm as interrogation methods

━   yet by some miracle and odd chances she was saved by someone she never expected of : WANTED CONNECTION .  

━   the Battle of Hogwarts marked the end . Hermione lost so many people she cared for, so many friends and people she had known for years . they lost . going under ground for their own safety . the girl who was filled with life and love has been filled with bitterness and now cold , she wants vendetta.  

CHAPTER IV :

━  for the couple years hermione have been working in the shadows to protect many and save others . many believe she cut the wizarding world out of her life but that is furthest from the truth. to hermione this war is far from over and it’s only a matter of time before it will start again .

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Hello! Can I request an imagine with Draco and a Slytherin! Reader where they both are totally in love with each other and maybe one day in class Draco is being particularly needy/frustrated one day and she’s his partner and sees he’s super hard and she teases him but when class is over he asks the reader to give him a blowjob because he loves her mouth and he’s just so whiny and he later spoils the hell out of his girl at Hogsmeade!

This is literally SOOOO LONG!! I don’t know why I wrote so much, but I just really wanted to include all that stuff, lol. My excuse for the length is that I hit a 1,000 followers about two days ago so this is the celebratory piece! 

This goes without saying, but this piece contains a lot of sexual content so please do not read if you are underage or uncomfortable with said topics. I also wrote this in a different perspective because I wanted to try it out so I hope you enjoy!

Warning: SMUT, Oral (Male Receiving)

Title: Princess

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It was a warm summer’s day, close to the start of the new term. These past few weeks at Malfoy Manor had been tense and Draco often found himself rather stressed . A large part of him felt guilty for leaving his mother at home in the presence of Lord Voldemort, but another part of him felt grateful to be out of his sight. Finally, he could escape the Dark Lord’s watchful eyes, but he could not escape the plan set for him to complete.

Draco’s eyebrows knitted together as he squinted towards the merchandise wall inside Twilfitt and Tattings. Even when he was not around, Draco could still sense the Dark Lord’s influence and the constant reminder of the outcome if he were to fail. However, as he thought of better ways to mend the vanishing cabinet, something caught his attention.  

“Draco darling,” You called to him, stepping out of the changing room with a small smile on your face. Draco’s eyes widened in an instant, a lump forming in his throat as he examined the champagne dress clinging to your body. It was a delicate number with thin, spaghetti strap sleeves attached to the cowl-neck gown, the silk fabric shimmering softly as you stepped onto the podium.  

With a content hum, Draco pushed himself off the wall, his grey eyes locked with yours in the shop mirror as he walked towards you. He rested his hand against your waist, his fingers tenderly sliding down to feel the smooth silk against them, “You look ravishing,” he whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss against the shell of it before stepping back to get a better view of you.  

You smiled satisfyingly, taking a moment to admire the all-black ensemble he wore and how it slimmed him down in all the right places. He stood in a black turtleneck and a fitted suit jacket, his left hand in the pocket of his slacks while the thumb of the other swiped over his bottom lip. A string of questions crossed through Draco’s mind, “When would you wear this?” he thought, tapping his finger against his chin.  

Surely, there was no surprise ball this year, he would’ve heard by now. “Would you wear it on a date?” he questioned, imagining a scenario where the two of you ate dinner at a fancy restaurant, illuminated by just candlelight. “Even better,” Draco trailed off, his eyes lingering over your arse as you admired yourself in the mirror, looking over your shoulder to see the diamond detail that connected the open back, “What would such an expensive piece of clothing look like on his dormitory floor?”  

Draco recalled the conversation he shared with his mother a week prior, where she had counseled him after a particularly difficult day. Narcissa Malfoy had an interesting way of comforting her son. Of course, she sat and listened to him, holding him as he cried, a mixture of guilt and failure coursing through her veins as she fought against the Dark Lord’s plans for her beloved son. The next day, however, she entered Draco’s room with a smile and presented a brand-new wardrobe for him as a start of term gift.  

Pulling himself away from his thoughts, Draco gave a gentle smile and looked up at you, instantly meeting your hopeful eyes.  

“Oh, those eyes” 

“I’m not sure if I should get it,” You admitted, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout as you hopped off the podium and halted in front of the platinum-haired boy. Closing his eyes, Draco took a deep breath, captivated by the intoxicating smell of vanilla radiating off your body. An exquisite aroma, packaged in a —hand-blown— glass perfume bottle with delicate golden leaves painted onto it, finished off with your initials carved at the bottom of it.  

Another one of Draco’s thoughtful gifts.  

“And why is that?” asked Draco, his hand resting against the side of your neck, his thumb rubbing small circles against your jaw. The dress was cut just right, the tight, draped bodice granted him a wonderful view of your breasts, but he looked away to halt the tightening of his pants.  

“I’ve got no occasion for a dress like this,” declared a slightly defeated (Y/N), taking another glance in the mirror, “Well, we’ve still got the goodbye dinner with your parents” You recalled, running your hands down your hips, unintentionally catching Draco’s attention as he remembered the family dinner he had forgotten about. 

“That settles it then,” announced Draco in a chipper tone, “I’ll buy the dress,” he grinned, stepping towards his girlfriend, but halting by the display of diamond accessories. With a glance over the merchandise, he pointed at a necklace set with a pair of earrings, receiving praises from the shopkeeper. Taking the necklace from the older wizard, Draco walked over to (Y/N), “turn around,” he uttered and you happily obliged, watching him as he placed the delicate piece around your neck.  

“Draco-” you began to protest, but he only pressed a kiss against your cheek, clasping the necklace and letting his fingers linger at the back of your neck. The necklace was a breathtaking, diamond necklace with seven glittering emeralds spread evenly across the center.  

“The bracelet and earrings will do nicely as well,” Draco said, nodding his head in approval and signaling for the shopkeeper to begin ringing them up. You opened your mouth to protest again, but Draco placed his finger against your lips, “I believe you recall what I’ve told you, hm?” he teased, raising a questioning eyebrow as (Y/N) nodded, fighting back a smile, “Then, let Daddy spoil you, Princess.”  

There was no denying the power Draco’s tone held over you. His words shot straight between your legs, the feeling of his lips pressed against the side of your neck making you fall against him, finally becoming aware of his erection now pressed against your thigh. 

“Let's finish up so we can go back to the Manor,” you proposed, shifting your thigh ever so slightly to provide him with some much-needed friction. Draco bit his lip and gave a stiff nod, stepping away from you before you could tease him further.  

“Go change,” he ordered, the cocky smirk returning to his lips, “You’ve got five minutes.” Running back towards the dressing room, you peeled off the dress and stepped into your usual clothes, practically sprinting out of it once finished. After a hasty checkout, the two of you exited the shop hand-in-hand, the bag containing your gifts swinging in Draco’s other hand.

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This school year proved to be the most difficult one yet. N.E.W.T.s we’re now less than a year away and it was never too soon to begin revising. You, however, found it quite difficult to focus on school these last few days. Despite his constant reassurances that he was all right, (Y/N) found some of Draco’s recent behavior quite odd. This strange feeling first arose the week you stayed at Malfoy Manor, where the four of them sat cautiously at a table with Draco’s aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. You had always had a good relationship with Draco’s relatives, but it was clear to you something was occurring under wraps, something Draco did not want you to know about. Noting his hesitation whenever you brought up the subject, you decided against prying any more information out of him and returned to your studies. Your dedication to academic achievement, much to your surprise, did not go unnoticed by the new Potions Master at Hogwarts, who had heard all about you and Miss Hermione Granger, the two top students of the sixth year.  

Horace Slughorn was a portly, older man, but very gifted with potions and an excellent Professor. Upon arrival, he sought out some of the school’s most promising students and invited them to his office for an elegant dinner. One morning, during breakfast, your owl dropped the intricately decorated envelope right in front of your plate. You had no chance to conceal the envelope from your curious boyfriend, the same one that had tried, without succeeding, to get invited to said dinner.  

However, to your surprise, Draco was not upset. Instead, he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple and muttered the words, “You deserve it, baby girl.” The pet name sends chills down your spine, a smile playing at your lip as his hand rests upon your knee, the cold metal of his rings easing any sort of tension in your body. His left hand rested against your jawline, his slender fingers twiddling with the pearl earring, admiring the small ruby motif encrusted right above the hanging pearl.  

(Y/N) leaned her cheek against his palm, setting the invitation down on the dining hall table, “Are you sure, Darling?” you questioned, taking the time to rest your hand over his, “I might not be able to fit it into my schedule...” you admitted, thoughts of Draco’s mysterious disappearances crossing your mind. Bringing your hand up to his mouth, Draco pressed a soft kiss against the back of it before leaning to press one against your lips.  

“I think,” he started, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, “You should go show them what the brightest, most caring, and, without a doubt, sexiest girl in Slytherin House has to offer” Draco praised, giving your thigh a small squeeze before dipping to steal another kiss from you, “How does that sound?” He asked sweetly, showering you with yet another kiss, this one against your forehead.  

It was no secret that Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (L/N) were truly and undeniably in love. Often, the corridors were filled with the incessant whispers of jealous girls who longed for Draco’s attention, but he paid no attention to them. The Slytherin Prince only had eyes for you, the only constant ray of sunshine in his life. Whenever he looked at you, he reminded himself of his vow to keep you completely satisfied, and the only reward he wanted was seeing that gorgeous smile on your face. You were everything to him. You were the only one who knew about his previous family troubles, the one who would hold him when he cried during the late hours of the evening. The one who would fix his tie the second it seemed out of place, the one who would rub his shoulders whenever you noticed him bent over his assignments.  

He would do everything and anything to ensure you felt like the luckiest girl in the world because he knew you, out of all people, deserved it the most.  

”You make an excellent point, Mr. Malfoy,” You grinned, nodding your head in agreement, and flinging your arms around his shoulders. A soft smile crept up Draco’s lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest and placing a kiss at the top of your head.  

“Don’t I always?” teased Draco, running his fingers through your hair as the other students exited the Great Hall and made their way towards the classes. Rolling your eyes at his response, you placed your hand against his cheek, stealing a kiss from him this time and rising from your seat.  

“We should go,” you announced, stretching your hand out for him to grab, which he happily obliged, rising from the bench and escorting you to your classroom.  

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 A week had passed since Slughorn’s dinner party, the memory of the evening still fresh in Draco’s mind as he tapped his fingers against the wooden desk. Needless to say, he was not particularly pleased with the events of last Saturday. One of Slughorn’s guests had taken quite the liking to you, practically undressing you with his eyes during breakfast hours, something Draco found incredibly disrespectful. He recalled the way Cormac McLaggen eyed you this morning when you bent over to kiss your boyfriend goodbye, skipping out of the Great Hall without a care in the world.  

Draco clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as his eyebrows knitted together, sparks of frustration igniting within him. Not only was McLaggen ogling you like you were his last meal, but he was also casually brushing up beside you in the corridors, shooting Draco arrogant smirks when they locked eyes.  

Oh, how he would love to jinx that insufferable look off his face. Yeah, that’ll show him.  

He should have been paying attention to Professor Flitwick discussing the proper hand movement for the Gouging Spell, but the thoughts of McLaggen badgering you when he was not around boiled his blood. In hindsight, it was a good thing he was neglecting this lesson because the prospect of gouging a large hole through Cormac seemed very appealing. 

You were particularly busy this week and did not have a lot of time to spend with Draco. Sure, the two of you bid your usual goodnights in the Slytherin common room, but your studying had kept you away from Draco. Due to this, Draco Malfoy was left very touch starved and found himself daydreaming of your earlier rendezvous around the castle.  

Draco turned his head towards you, his face relaxing at once as he watched you diligently taking notes, as usual. You had your bottom lip between your teeth, gnawing it softly as your quill scratched against the parchment. With a content sigh, he admired your concentration and wondered how a person could be that gorgeous. He was, truly, the luckiest man in the world when it came to you.  

He supposed that one could not blame McLaggen for falling for you- I mean, who wouldn’t? Any person would be swept off their feet if you entered the room wearing those silk dresses you were oh so fond of. Draco glanced down at those pretty, pink lips of yours, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as you parted them, tongue swiping over your upper lip as you added the final details to your diagram.  

Biting his lip, Draco forced his attention towards Professor Flitwick, but it was already too late. The thoughts of you, sprawled across his bed at Malfoy Manor were enough to replace his earlier frustrations with feelings of lust.  

“Stop,” thought Draco, closing his eyes to contain his feelings, but it was no use. Your lips made an “O” shape when you finally grasped the Charms concepts, making goosebumps appear on Draco’s skin as he shuddered.  

What he would do to have you begging for him right now.  

His pants grew considerably tighter and he couldn’t help but feel grateful towards the school uniforms. The robe he was wearing did a decent job at hiding his current problem, but he knew it would be noticeable when he stood. However, that did not stop him from hearing the way you called his name in the back of his head.  

“Please, Draco...”

“Fuck,” cursed Draco under his breath, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, a slight touch of pink dusting his cheeks. Unable to keep his eyes away, Draco looked back towards you, scanning the soft skin of your neck, and noting how awfully bare it looked. With his self-restraint wavering, he subtly slid down the bench you shared and rested his hand on your knee, something he did quite often. However, you did not question him until you felt his lips against your neck and a hand wrapped tightly around your thigh. Turning your head to face him, you were surprised to see him with his hand over his mouth, his eyes averted from yours as his fingers danced against the smooth skin of your inner thigh.  

“Draco,” you cooed, but the only response you received was a rather harsh nip at your neck, “Draco, someone will see…”  

“I don’t care,” Draco snarled against your ear, “I need this bloody class to be over…” He murmured in a much softer tone, his hand rubbing circles against your thigh and inching closer to your clothed heat. But once you turned to scold him, you noticed the dark, red blush that painted his cheeks and felt his hot breath fanning against your face.  

“Are you alright?” you asked cautiously, innocently rubbing your thumb against his thigh, but that only made Draco twitch in his seat, and his reaction suddenly lit the bulb over your head. Your lips curled into a smirk as your hand moved closer to the bulge on Draco’s pants, turning your attention towards the front of the class as you continued your movements.  

Luckily, the two of you sat at the farthest end of the Charms classroom, away from any overly inquisitive eyes. You were certain nobody would notice, if Draco kept his cool, the two of you would be in the clear.  

“Couldn’t even wait till class was over?” You tutted, delicately tracing your fingers over his crotch, and smirking as he shifted in his seat, “Be careful, I don’t want us to get caught.” You added, firmly cupping his erection through his slacks, a wide grin spreading across your face as he doubled down and hid his face behind a book he propped up. It was honestly quite surprising to see Draco this way. Usually, he would be the one teasing you to no end, but you were currently in control and that was enough to light the fire of your arousal.  

“D-Don’t stop,” Draco pleaded under his breath, biting down on his thumb to hold back a moan as your palm worked to release the built-up tension. Encouraged by his dick twitching underneath your hand, you quickened your pace and watched as he parted his lips, struggling to keep any sound from coming out. As his breathing grew more ragged, you felt his abdominal muscles tense up against your touch, indicating that his release would wash over him soon.  

Fighting to keep the small sense of composure he had left, Draco gripped (Y/N)’s wrist and halted her movements. It took him a minute to catch his breath, but when he did, he spoke in a low whisper, “Wait...” His eyes never met yours because if he looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, he would not be able to control himself. And although the prospect of taking you over the desk seemed quite promising, he did not fancy the idea of letting the rest of the student body see you bent over in such a vulnerable state.  

That was only for him, of course.  

“What’s wrong, Darling?” You teased letting your fingers trace over his crotch again, but he only clicked his tongue at you. Draco knew you too well, he knew you were only trying to rile him up again, but he could not let that happen, not right now. With adrenaline coursing through your body, you leaned towards Draco and let your breath fan against his neck before licking a stripe behind his ear, “Didn’t want to come all over those expensive slacks of yours, hm?” You murmured, gently nipping his earlobe, and taking his momentary lapse of strength to palm his erection once more.  

Draco gritted his teeth once again, pulling your hand away from his pants, “I said wait,” he growled, his lust-clouded eyes finally meeting yours, “You do know how to follow instructions, don’t you?” He asked in a much harsher, more desperate tone.  

“Depends on who’s giving them.” You replied sarcastically, placing your free hand on his knee with a smirk.  

However, Draco did not get a chance to shoot his response back at you. Once the bell signaling the end of class rang, he shot up off his seat and gathered both your belongings before taking your hand and hastily pulling you out of the classroom. A few students stared as the two of you rushed down the hall, blushing in embarrassment as you stumbled after Draco.

His hand gripped yours tightly, leading you towards the Prefects’ bathroom, and stuttering out the password once the two of you arrived. Flinging your book bags across the floor, Draco turned and stalked towards you making you step back until your back hit something solid.

“Think you’re funny, are you?” sneered Draco, pinning you against one of the cubicles, his thigh pressed firmly between your legs and his right forearm braced beside your head. Replicating your earlier movements, Draco dragged his tongue underneath your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth, making you gasp. “Why don’t we put that filthy mouth of yours to better use?” He cooed, blowing a puff of air against your ear, and admiring it as it turned red.  

With a sudden burst of confidence, you gripped his robes and pulled his face towards yours, breaths mingling together, “I think,” You muttered, leaning your lips close to his, “That’s the best idea you’ve had all day…” Looking up at his half-lidded eyes, you crashed your lips against Draco’s, fingers immediately tangling themselves in his hair. Draco returned your kiss eagerly, his hands cupping your arse underneath your skirt and pulling your body flush against his.  

You could feel Draco growing more impatient by the minute. His hands were grabbing desperately at your skin, squeezing every inch of bare flesh he could feel. Longing to have you closer to him, Draco slipped his hand underneath your thigh and hooked it over his hip, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. Your back arched off the wall, hips grinding against Draco’s as your tongues laced together in a heated kiss. Tugging at your tie, Draco reached to unbutton your blouse and pulled it open, exposing your bra-clad breasts.  

He pressed his lips against the base of your neck, biting and sucking encouraged by your moans beside his ear. One of his hands held your thigh firmly while the other kneaded your left breast, pulling the fabric of your bra down and taking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You gasped harshly, bucking into him, and digging your fingers into his hair, messing up the parts that remained previously neat. Draco rolled his erection against your soaked panties, smiling down at your face as his hands kneaded your clothed breasts, “So pretty,” he murmured, captivated by your flushed face and the shameful sounds passing through your lips.  

Your hands reached up to grab his face, pulling him down for another kiss. This time, using the momentum to switch your positions so Draco’s back hit the stall door, earning a small moan of surprise from him. Grinning up at him, you pressed your lips against his neck and slid your hand down the front of his body, cupping him firmly as you sucked the sensitive skin. 

Draco let out gasping breaths as you moved your hand, his fingers digging into your waist, “On your knees,” commanded Draco, trying to regain some sort of control over the situation. You obliged happily, dropping down to your knees and lazily running your fingers over his thighs before reaching up for his belt. After fiddling with the buckle, you took your time sliding Draco’s slacks down, purposely neglecting his throbbing dick hidden in his underwear.  

“Don’t be a tease,” snapped Draco, gripping your chin harshly, “Suck,” He commanded firmly, releasing you as you pulled down his boxer briefs. Draco’s thick length snapped up towards his lower abs, almost slapping you in the face when it sprung out of its constraints. Almost drooling at the glorious sight of his cock, you took it in your hand, running your thumb over the pre-cum leaking out of the reddened tip. Draco bucked his hips forwards, hissing at the light touch, and looking down at your concentrated expression as you slowly pumped your hand.  

Lolling your tongue out dramatically, you leaned forwards and gave the tip a kitten lick, earning a frustrated groan from Draco. Satisfied with his discomfort, you gave the swollen tip another kiss before taking his length fully into your mouth. He let out a strangled gasp in response, his eyes squeezed shut as you enthusiastically licked up his length. Sealing off your lips, much like a vacuum seal, you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, tongue swirling around it as Draco trembled underneath you, his hand over his mouth attempting to stifle the sounds coming out of it.  

Draco looked down at you, unable to control the string of low moans and grunts spewing from his lips. The sight of your plump lips stretching around his cock made him lose the few ounces of coherent thoughts he had left in his mind. Draco let out another strangled moan, throwing his head back against the stall door as you swirl your tongue around his shaft and use your hand to pump the base of his cock. His hand flew to the back of your head when you moved to take all of him in your mouth, your nose brushing the trimmed tufts of hair as you choked around him, the contraction of your throat making him groan out your name.  

With another husky moan, Draco balled your hair up into a ponytail and used it as leverage to thrust into your mouth. “Yes, yes,” whimpered Draco, his face flushed red and his breath caught in his throat, “Just like that, (Y/N)” he hissed, his grey eyes flickering down and meeting yours, making his roll back again as he pulled his lip between his teeth. Your fingernails dug into the back of his thighs, squeezing them tighter as he quickened his pace. You moaned around his dick, the vibrations sending a violent quake through his body as he face-fucked you, his climax only moments away.  

“Ah, you take my cock so well, Princess” groaned Draco, his pace stuttering, “You’re so bloody gorgeous” He sighed, his fingers delving tightly into your hair as you continued to swirl your tongue around the shaft, relaxing your jaw to let the tip of his penis hit the back of your throat.  

The sounds coming from Draco’s mouth had you soaking wet and yearning to feel his load shoot down your throat. Determined to finish him off, you moved your hand to fondle his balls, moaning with satisfaction as his cock pulsated in your mouth. His breaths grew ragged and the only sounds coming from him were small whimpers and grunts. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, his platinum blonde hair fell messily over his eyes, which were currently screwed shut as his face twisted with pleasure.   

Draco’s eyes fluttered open, meeting your eager ones for a second time, but it was too much. Cursing loudly, Draco’s pace grew sloppier and rougher, his body trembling as you fondled his balls once again.  

“(Y/N)!” He cried out as you gagged around him, thick ropes of cum coating the inside of your mouth as he came, hard. You struggled to swallow his heavy load, but you were adamant on taking every last drop, just how he liked it. Draco gasped as he caught his breath, his hand still in your hair as he gave your mouth two final shallow thrusts, pulling out as you licked him clean.  

With his chest heaving, Draco delicately placed his hand against your cheek and slid his thumb over your swollen lips. You press a chaste kiss against the pad of his thumb, the corners of your mouth curling up into a loving smile. He brought you back up to your feet, capturing your lips in a kiss that was all tongue before pulling away with a satisfied smile on his face.  

“You’re quite chipper now, aren’t you?” You teased, hitting him playfully on the shoulder as he pulled his slacks up, tucking his shirt back into his pants and shooting you a wink.  

“Yes, actually,” He retorted, his usual smirk appearing on his lips, “And why is that?” You asked, taking the time to button your own shirt, blushing as Draco stalked towards you. He placed his hand on the side of your neck, pulling down your collar to admire the angry, red marks that decorated it.  

With a small huff, he dipped down and sucked on the spot below your jaw, your knees buckling and hands gripping his shoulders as he bit down. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, Draco pulled away, smirking at the mark that would surely be visible for days.  

“Because I’m the only one who gets to have you like this,” admitted Draco, pulling you into a hug and resting his chin atop your head, “Can’t wait until I catch McLoser drooling over you, I’ll make sure to remind him who he’s dealing with.”  

You laughed at Draco’s declaration, your arms tightening around him as you embraced, “Are you ready for lunch then? He could already be there” You teased, pressing a kiss against his nose, and pulling away to pick up your bag from the bathroom floor. Draco chuckled as you skipped back towards him, giving your behind a playful smack as you walked past him, “Don’t run off thinking I won’t return the favor,” stated Draco salaciously, catching your hand and pulling you back before you could exit the bathroom.  

You looked up at him with a curious expression, “Is that so?” You questioned with a grin, walking towards him, and placing your hand on his chest, “Is it something I should look forward to?” You asked, tilting your head to the side innocently.  

Draco laughed, raising his hand to cup your cheek, “Come to my room tonight at eleven, wearing that pretty little dress from Twilfitt and Tattings,” muttered Draco, his lips close to yours once again, “I’ll make it worth your while,” he winked, his fingers dipping underneath your skirt to swipe over your clothed core.  

Shivering under his touch, you blushed embarrassingly as he examined the slick now coating his finger, “All for me, Princess?” He teased, contently licking his finger clean and grabbing his own book bag, “Actually, I was thinking about McLaggen” you quipped, stepping out of the Prefect’s bathroom with a bounce in your step which Draco followed after, his eyebrows furrowed as he flanked you. 

“Careful, Love” warned Draco with a hum, his hand sliding into yours as you walked, “or I’ll have to teach that naughty mouth of yours another lesson.”

                                               ϟ ϟ ϟ

 Your four-year anniversary drew nearer, and you found yourself worried about Draco’s behavior yet again. He grew increasingly distant as the term progressed and you could not help but worry, despite his constant reassurances, stating there was nothing to worry about. This, again, left you feeling frustrated. You and Draco started dating during your third year and it had taken a while to break down his walls to understand him, but now it seemed like some of that progress was overturned. 

However, when he was around, he always made the effort to shower you with affection and ensure you were being taken care of. Draco knew your habits better than anything, he knew you would be questioning his behavior and launching your own investigations to find the underlying cause of it, but he could not let you interfere. He was already under fire for having ‘distractions’ and had promised the Dark Lord nothing would come in the way of his success.  

To keep you safe, you had to be left in the dark. It wounded Draco to see that distraught expression on your face when he came into the common room past midnight, sometimes even asleep, curled up on the couch waiting for him to return. He felt guilty for putting you through all this, but it was necessary for your safety and nothing was more important than protecting you.  

His nights were constantly haunted by horrifying images of you injured or worse, dead in his arms after some terrible mistake he made. These thoughts were constantly wearing him down, but he could not tell you, it was just too risky to involve you in this situation. This stressful internal struggle encouraged Draco to show you how much you meant to him.  

He wanted you to know that you were, truly, the most important person in his life.  

“Draco,” You whined with your hands over your eyes as Draco led you through the empty streets of Hogsmeade, “Can’t I just open my eyes? I’ve been to Hogsmeade plenty of times” you reminded him, but he only chuckled beside you, holding you by the waist as you walked.  

“I’m trying to surprise you,” Draco stated, rolling his eyes, “So why don’t you stop complaining and follow me.” He declared, pressing a kiss against your cheek, and leading you towards the clothing shops in the village. Draco halted in front of a large store window, looking up at the dress and envisioning you in them with a proud grin.  

“Alright,” he started, grabbing the hands that covered your face, “Ready?” He murmured, pressing a kiss against her fingertips as you nodded. Counting to three, Draco pulled your hands away from your face and stepped out of your view, letting you take in the sight before you.  

In front of you stood a tall mannequin wearing a floor-length shimmering, emerald green gown with small silver detailing the bust, “Wow” you muttered breathlessly, leaning closer to the window to get a better look of the design. The mannequin turned 180 degrees, giving her a better view of the open back and long train that followed the dress.  

“Do you like it?” Draco asked, looking down at his ring with a content smile on his face. 

Your eyes scanned over the glittering, diamond pendant necklace complete with matching water drop earrings, “It’s gorgeous,” you replied, looking over at your boyfriend with a puzzled expression, “Why do I get the feeling you’re up to something?” You asked, quirking your eyebrow at him as he laughed.  

“You know me well, Darling” Draco admitted sheepishly, leading you towards the door of the stop and holding it open, “I just thought, since you’ve been attending Slughorn’s dinner parties, that you would need some more evening outfits to show off,” He stated proudly, his hand against the small of your back as he gestured you towards the changing rooms.  

“Draco, I couldn’t possibly! You bought me one at the start of term!” You protested, grabbing his hands but part of you knew his mind was already made up. 

“You’re right,” He agreed with a nod, placing his hand against your cheek, “And I’m going to buy you four more today,” He stated nonchalantly, looking back at the four sets of the dresses brought over by the shopkeeper, “You better get started,” he urged, taking a seat on the ottoman in front of the dressing room.  

With a loving smile, you captured Draco’s lips in a kiss, “I love you” You said, squeezing his hand as he returned your smile.  

“And I love you most,” He replied, pressing a kiss against your forehead, and urging towards the dressing room, “Come on, I want to see how stunning you look in those.” Giggling, you ran into the changing room, winking back at Draco before sliding the curtain close and getting into the first dress.  

Several hours later, you and Draco exited the shop with four bags containing various dresses, jewelry pieces, and, even, a brand-new suit. After one final stop at Honeydukes, the two of you made your way towards the castle, treasuring the time you spent together and the memories you created while doing so.

[thethiingswelost]

ϟ  ━  { cis man, he/him }  huh, who’s DEV PATEL? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually TEDDY LUPIN. he is a 30 year old HALFBLOOD wizard. He is the biological child of REMUS LUPIN & NYMPHADORA TONKS. He is known for being PROUD, STUBBORN, and ANXIOUS but also COURTEOUS, HUMBLE, and GENEROUS. i hear he is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on him.

intro under the cut

Basics:

FULL NAME  :  Edward Remus Lupin MEANING  :   Edward is an English given name. It is derived from Old English words ead, meaning 'wealth', 'fortune' or 'prosperous' and wear, meaning 'guardian' or 'protector'. . MONIKERS  /  NICKNAMES  :  Teddy, Ted GENDER AND PRONOUNS  :  Male, he/him DATE OF BIRTH  :  1 April 1998 AGE  :  30 ORIENTATION  :  Bisexual OCCUPATION  :  n/a, unable to take an occupation due to his life in hiding

Background:

LANGUAGES SPOKEN  :  English FAMILY  :  Remus Lupin (father, deceased), Nymphadora Tonks (mother, deceased), Harry Potter (godfather/adoptive father), Ronald Weasley (adoptive father) SPOUSE / SIGNIFICANT OTHER  :  a complicated on/off relationship with Victoire Weasley, made difficult by circumstances of war. Currently they are ‘off’, though Teddy still cares deeply for Victoire. CHILDREN  (  chronologically  )  :  n/a

Magical Detail:

BLOOD STATUS  : Half-blood ALUMNA OF  :  Scholomance ACADEMIC FEATS  (  clubs,  organizations, positions,  etc  )  : honestly, just class entertainer - which seems inevitable really when you can change your appearance at will. O.W.L.s  (  subjects taken and the results  )  :  astronomy, charms, defence against the dark arts, herbology, history of magic, potions, transfiguration, muggle studies, arithmancy. O in all subjects but herbology and muggle studies which were E’s. N.E.W.T.s  (  subjects taken and the results  )  :  charms, defence against the dark arts, herbology, history of magic, potions, transfiguration, ancient runes. O in all subjects. WAND  : Alder, unicorn hair core, 11 inches, pliable AMORTENTIA  : Peaches, crackling of a fire, leather, cinnamon BOGGART  :  Harry’s corpse, followed by Victoire’s corpse PATRONUS  : Wolf - “Those who wield a wolf patronus will protect friends and family with a fierce passion. While first impressions can lead one to believe the wolf patronus belongs to a strong silent type, they also have a playful side underneath. However, this is only displayed towards trusted individuals“

Physical:

ABILITIES: Teddy is a metamorphmagus, an ability inherited from his mother. HAIR  :  Naturally dark brown, however Teddy’s tends towards colourful hair colours. He’s particularly fond of pastel blue, and a deep purple. EYES  :  Teddy’s natural eye colour is brown, but his eyes tend to change colour and darken depending on his moods. HEIGHT  :  6′1 BUILD  :  Slim, lean. MARKINGS  (  birthmarks,  tattoos,  scars,  etcs  )  :  No permanent markings.

Lifestyle:

RESIDES: 12 Grimmauld Place BORN: The Tonks’ Residence, where he remained until Remus, Nymphadora and Andromeda all engaged in the Battle of Hogwarts. RAISED: 12 Grimmauld Place PETS: No pets. CAREER: N/a EXPERIENCE: N/a EMPLOYER: N/A POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix, through and through. Teddy is determined not to let his parents death be in vain, even all these many years later.  DRUGS: Teddy has been known to smoke marijuana. SMOKES: Teddy  ALCOHOL: Much PHOBIAS: Loss of his found family.

Favourites:

LOCATION: The beach near the old Tonks residence. The house itself has long been razed to the ground by the Death Eaters for Andromeda’s unforgivable crimes, but Teddy finds peace being nearby. SPORTS TEAM: Chudley Canons - definitely Ron’s influence. GAME: Gobstones. BEVERAGE: A well brewed cappucino. COLOR: Blue.

[ofspareheir]

YOU KNEEL BEFORE ME , UNAWARE THAT

MY THRONE WAS BUILT ON LIES.

ϟ.  →  timothee chalamet : cis male : he/him : current heir of the house of black : bohemian rhapsody by queen  ϟ  did you see REGULUS BLACK ? you know ,  25 year old PURE-BLOOD who was formerly in slytherin. some say REGULUS can be quite cunning but are known to be apathetic. they are aligned with the death eaters .  maybe that’s why they remind me of sweet tea , crumpled and unsent letters , full of regret ; all polite and fake , unreadable smiles .  

a literate portrayal of regulus arcturus black, brother of sirius black and death eater. penned by aria. do not interact if you aren't from MUDDYWATERSHQ.

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ϟ.  DATA.

regulus was born in january of 1961, making him a capricorn  ( ambitious , resourceful , conceited )  and two years younger than his brother, sirius.

full name: regulus arcturus black. 

age: 25.

allegiance: the death eaters.

blood status: pure-blood.

hogwarts house: slytherin.

job: heir to the house of black.

height: 5'8

patronus: a black dog, he assumes it's the grim so he vows to never show it to anyone.

boggart: himself as a kid, screaming but unheard. 

amortentia: sweet tea, quidditch jersey, cologne and new parchment.

sexuality: homosexual.

gender: cis male.

relationship status: single.

during his younger years, he was a bright, imaginative child that admired his brother and enjoyed his days playing, reading, and hanging around with the house-elves. however, that display of childishness was soon beat out of him from a young age by his mother, walburga. 

regulus tried to be the perfect child, and the day his brother became a gryffindor marked a beginning for regulus' path as the spare in the family. cemented it was when his brother left and regulus became the sole heir. 

a socialite, despite his loathing for human interactions, he soon became proficient in relations with other purebloods. older people found his intelligence and politeness charming, and teens around his age were enticed by his mysterious approach. he wasn't sirius, but he survived. 

if he were to choose how to spend his life, he would have left his house too. he would become a writer, enjoying the natural calmness of the books he finds himself lost in. however, he lacks the heart to leave everything he's ever known. 

as soon as he turned sixteen, he was marked by the dark lord, to his parent's joy and pride. despite this and how resourceful he is, he hasn't gone on many missions or raids. he's been sidelined and he prefers it that way. 

overall, he despises the ways of the death eaters; finds them barbaric. he once believed in what his parents professed, in what the dark lord promised them, the entire salvation of purity. but each passing year proves to him how everything turned into a fight for power and ego, thus making him feel trapped in a situation that long ago stopped being just a child's game.

ϟ.  SEEKED RELATIONSHIPS.

enemies.

regulus is not the most beloved person, even less during his years at hogwarts. despite his intelligence and aloof demeanor, he has always been characterized by being abrasive with his responses, especially if someone tests his patience or if he simply doesn't like them. 

and the strength he has for witty responses and dry sarcasm, he lacks in physical strength. so it'd be fun to have him having gotten under someone's skin and thus ending up receiving a good, deserved punch. with love <3. 

pure-blood friends. 

he's always surrounded himself with people that are in his same social environment, so if you're a slyrherin, pure-blood, upper-class, why not be friends ( at convenience ) ? pure-blooded kids had to keep each other company at social events, after all. 

close friends.

regulus isn't the type of person that has many friends, but I would like him to have a couple of close friends that he could count on. they'd never fully get to know the real regulus, but they'd be people with whom he would enjoy having a nice conversation. he wasn't a hermit in hogwarts, and I'd prefer if they got to know him since then. 

what about romance? 

regulus is open for romantic connections. however, this all comes down to chemistry and how it is developed.

[amnesiac-pawn]

ϟ–a kiss stemmed from jealousy

She is not the jealous type.

Far from it, actually--the only thing she has ever gotten jealous over is food portions.

Morgan explained often, in the early stages of their relationship, that he is affectionate with his close friends. Ilyana never even thinks twice about it now. After all, she is the one he asked to spend the rest of his life with.

But something about the student he'd been paired up with for training exercises irritated her. Their gaze lingered on Morgan a beat too long, a hand resting on his arm for no apparent reason Ilyana could discern.

And this was no friend of her beloved's, either. While she may not remember all their names, she has certainly made a point of doing her best to familiarize herself with those important to Morgan.

After watching the two spar a few moments longer, thunder mage has had enough of the student's clear intentions. Ilyana wanders over, taking Morgan's hand in hers.

She reaches up on her tiptoes to press a soft, totally not jealous kiss to his lips. "Oh...class is almost over...good, because I'm starving..."

Another Kiss || a kiss stemmed from jealousy

Ilyana is not the jealous type.

She never was. Not even in the beginning, when she walked in on him kissing Cynthia and he had to throw his hands up with a very panicked it’s not what it looks like! She trusted him, and he trusted her the same. After all, she is the one he intends to marry.

Their ring says that much.

But now here they stood. Sparring. Their professor wouldn't allow them to pick their partners. Something about needing to spread skill among the entire class equally. We can't place the two best students together and make everyone else fend for themselves, Mr. Abank, they had said. Morgan thought it was bullshit. It wasn't his fault that everyone else is stupid and absolute shit at magic. It wasn’t his fault that his fiance was amazing and superb and could kill anyone here without even trying.

A soft hum, deep in the back of his throat. Ilyana really was amazing, wasn’t she?

And so now he faces a stranger. This wasn’t one of the Deer; no, Morgan was joined by a mage from another house, one who fluttered their eyelashes at him and gesticulated far too much with their spells. Were he a different man, a single man, he might have played along. Or had a panic attack. Or both. It was hard to tell these days, as his confidence grew and his anxiety shrank, but one thing was certain:

They were not his type. They couldn’t even land a decent thunder spell.

His sparring partner giggles after their last attack—which missed altogether, ricocheting into the wall behind Morgan—and waves their hand with a little oopsie! Morgan holds back a scowl; was training something to take so lightly, turn into nothing more than a game of failed flirtatious advances?

Before he could offer any sort of scolding, and thankfully before they could reach out to touch him again, his beloved comes to his rescue. Her hand slides into his, cool metal band a sweet reminder in his grasp. She leans up; he stoops ever-so-slightly to meet her.

“Mm. We can have lunch in town, my love,” he says after returning her kiss with perhaps a little bit more force than what was necessary. “And then you and I can spar, since I don’t think we’re getting quite what we need out of today’s exercises. Sound good, thunder girl?”

(His sparring partner’s annoyed glare makes these ostentatious displays of affection all the more worth his while.)

[dochaes]

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♥ What is your favorite book from childhood? oof, from childhood? genuinely not sure if there are any books i liked as a kid that i still like. because i’d say harry potter but i can’t even display my old harry potter books any more due to jkr’s transphobia and not being able to disassociate her from her work. i read a lot as a kid and still do but most of what i read was not as impressionable, and also a lot of what i’d name is obscure finnish authors that have never been translated so i can’t even name titles in english.

☾ Which season is your favorite? you know, i’d say summer. but i don’t mean the past few years of unbearable heat waves, i mean how finnish summers used to be before the 2010s. no extreme heat. comfortable long sleeve weather with a few short sleeve weeks.

ϟ Which Hogwarts house do you belong to? none. because again, jkr. but for the sake of the meme, i used to say slytherin, once upon a time.

❧ What is your favorite comfort food? ice cream, chocolate, bread. i eat so much bread my spouse and i have a running joke that i have become a bread myself.

✘ What is currently your favorite Netflix show? i love that it specifies CURRENTLY because it does vary a lot! i think tiny pretty things has been my most recent netflix fave! have not watched any netflix shows recently as we’ve been bingeing hannibal and game of thrones. bly manor was another fairly recent fave. as was queen’s gambit.

[ofviolentdeath]

Detailed Headcanons for Cord

Under the cut is a long list of headcanons about Cord~

✘ Have they ever committed a murder?

Absolutely. Between being a demon, being involved in warzones, and just outright general, she’s absolutely killed and is not above doing it again. She also has no issue being the cause of someone’s death without laying a hand on them either. For example, it did not matter to her that Charlotte Daniels was her own bloodline. The moment the woman disowned Colette and Zia and put a price on Colette’s head, Cord decided she was a threat that could not be left unchecked. She never laid a hand on Charlotte, but Marrow sure as shit did on her order.

▼ What is their greatest fear?

Losing their kids and the bar are probably the two biggest. On a more superficial level, they really do not like caves, especially underwater caves. 

✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic?

Seeing that she’s literally killed using it? No. She doesn’t trust it but she damn sure knows how to use it and use it well. Truthfully, she doesn’t trust people that use it and she doesn’t think they should trust her either because, usually, the people that turn to darker magics are desperate or the kind of people that would fuck you over. Sure, there are some exceptions to that, but overall, those are the two types most commonly into it. She prefers the second type to the first because she’d rather deal with someone that’s not so unpredictable. 

△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.

Cord’s biggest regret will always be the three children she had before she went to hell. She never went back and, not matter how good her reasoning was, she still regrets it deeply. 

✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?

Most people would think it’s the gun. It’s her go to around the bar, it’s quick and efficient. But, if she could only have one weapon forever? She’d pick her blade. Bullets are finite. The gun is more for display than anything and, honestly, most of the time she uses it, she’s using blanks. It’s for fear more than anything. The knife though? That’s what she’d do real damage with.

☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to?

It depends. Any of her kids? No. Anyone else? Well, it depends on the reason. If she felt she had to, in order to protect those she has sworn to protect, she would do it. There would be no hesitation, no fear or upset, just a cold and unwavering follow through.

☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation?

Most likely, honestly. Cord is prepared for most things, has medical knowledge, and is a demon so she’s already damn difficult to kill. Not to mention she’s very much not a loner type and survival depends on a network.

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to?

Yes. She’s died before and left behind children and does not want to go through that again. Plus, where do demons even go when they die? Nowhere pleasant, she’s willing to bet on that.

☠ Do they fear death?

Yes and no. It’s not so much the dying that scares her as it is leaving her kids. For most of the children, Cord’s been the only stable parent they had (which is saying a lot given that Cord is absolutely an alcoholic with undiagnosed depression). She does not want to leave her kids to try to pick up the pieces. 

♱ What do they think awaits them after death?

Well, seeing as she’s a demon and has been for centuries? Nothing pleasant.

¿ Are they easily frightened?

No. Not much scares her, she’s not easily startled either.

╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed?

Again, she is literally a demon. It would be damn hard to possess anyone she loves without dealing with her just pulling them the fuck out of the person she loves.

☹ Name one person they would kill for.

Aside from biological family? Mason. Even before Jay happened, Mason was the person that topped the list for non-related to her.

☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose?

Significant otherwise? It would definitely be Mason. But, if the kids couldn’t be immortal with her, she’d never go for it. 

☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one?

She’d just ask when the fuck they planned on bringing their ass back home, honestly.

★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show?

She loves bad horror movies. The old, cheesy ones. 

♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil?

They don’t believe anything is cut and dry like that. Everyone has the potential for both or either and even people that seem to be the worst can still, for the most part.

♥ Have they ever acted out of heartlessness?

Oh absolutely. A lot of their actions when they still actively worked for hell were purely heartless ones.

☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night?

Honestly, she loves how much quieter it is at night, the way she can see the stars. But, it’s also when she feels the most alone and most prone to breaking down. She doesn’t like the nights that feel lonely.

ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings?

Yeah, they do. But, they also know they’ve been trying to atone for their past wrong doings as best as they can.

ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain?

Yes, yes they have and it’s not even an old thing either. Causing the death of Charlotte Daniels had been exceptionally satisfying and she knows it hurt like a bitch. 

♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil?

No. While they have done terrible things, they’ve also done a lot of good. If anything, Cord would class himself as more of a true neutral than anything.

♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go?

In a blaze of goddamn glory. She is not going to go out easy and she wouldn’t want to. She wants to go out fighting and taunting.

™ Are they possessive?

Not really, no. She’s never really seen the point of it. 

✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone?

I don’t think she’ll ever hold a grudge against anyone the way she does Yin, honestly. The fact that he knew Viola was still around and kept that information from her? There’s really no coming back from that level of betrayal. 

◯ Do they believe in ghosts?

Absolutely. They’ve been around long enough and seen enough shit to know ghosts are a thing.

✦ Who is their favorite villain?

To be a smart ass, the go to answer would be Lucifer. But, honestly, she really does not have a favorite villain.

☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to?

Neither. They prefer to watch horror movies with the kind of people that would throw popcorn at the screen and yell at the characters making stupid choices.

웃 Do they believe in aliens?

Yes, They think it’s stupidly narcissistic to believe that only one planet in the entire universe has life. 

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ooo can you do some display names that are like this moodboard?

and/or emo, stars, idk something like these go ham!!

-camilla

Here you go!! Hope you like them!!

𖦹 ›Name 💔 Pronouns⸝⸝ ✮★ !! NAME៹࣪🩷៹࣪PRONOUNS︰╮ ꒷꒦⌒Name ⧣⧣ Pronouns┈🧷 ⪧☆Name:𖣠:Pronouns ⨯ //Name 〣 Pronouns﹏↺

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Disconnected |2|

Disconnected Ϟ pt. 2

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Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Andrea and Yoongi meet and share similar passions, but they both have dark pasts that threaten to haunt their future. They want to disconnect from their pasts but will they disconnect from each other instead?

Previous:  disconnected ⇢

The next day, the morning light shone in through the blinds, waking her up. Her hand reached under her pillow in search for her phone to check the time. 7:35 am. Taking a moment, her arms rose above her head as she stretched. Lazily, she pushed the white duvet off her body and sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her eyes scanned her room, looking for her charger.

After locating it, she got out of bed, picking up the white cord and grabbing her phone before heading to the living room and plugging it in. She tied her hair up in a high ponytail and went to the restroom to wash her face and teeth. Returning to the living room, she grabbed her phone that was still charging and opened her playlist. The music started playing and she momentarily paused it, connecting it to the speaker. She kept the music low enough to not bother her neighbors before she stretched out a little more and began her morning dance session. Andrea always believed that there was no better way for her to exercise since she loved to dance.

Every time she danced, she remembered the first time she met Hobi. She let the music carry her moves as she remembered the wide smile Hoseok had on his face when he practiced in the alleyway with his crew members. She automatically knew that dancing was his passion. Her eyes followed his movements and then everyone else's. Her friend Eui waved her over and introduced her to the group's best dancer. Jung Hoseok.

Since that day, Andrea and Hoseok grew closer and closer. They shared a passion for dancing and quickly got along. Eventually Hoseok grew close enough to become her best friend since her relationship with Eui weakened a little due to a lack of communication.

Despite how close Hobi and Andrea grew, she never went to his apartment, he always refused to have her over, claiming that she would hate his roommates. So they always resulted in going to Andrea's place. Andrea felt that in a way, Hobi felt that the relationship would change if she went to his apartment because it would be a whole new level of intimacy.

Andrea took a quick shower after her session and got dressed in black jeans, a white tee with the words "GO AWAY" on it and a blue denim jacket. She struggled to look for her shoes for a while before she remembered where she last left them. She slipped on her worn out doc martens and went to the restroom where she put on some makeup to cover the dark circles under her eyes.

It was near noon when she finally finished and opted to make a run to the music store and by some CDs for her car. She grabbed her keys and her phone before finally heading out to Eddie's Music Shack, the only music shop she knew was close by. Her car ride there was uneventful as always but she didn't mind. After a few minutes, she arrived at the shop and pulled into the parking lot.

She closed her car door and walked into the shop, immediately being greeted by the alternative track that was playing and the warm air of the heater. The bell above the door rang, notifying the clerk that someone had walked in. The shop was fairly empty, only the clerk and two other people searching the displays. She went straight towards the alternative and rap section.

After looking for a while, she decided upon 4 CDs, at least for the time being. She walked up to counter, putting the items on the counter top before grabbing her wallet out of her jacket pocket. "Hello, will that be all?" the clerk asked. Andrea looked up at him, offering a smile, "uh yeah, for now" she answered. The man looked away from the computer screen and at her. She felt her heart flutter at the sight. The man had black hair that complemented his light skin and dark eyes. His lips were a pleasant pink tone. His attire almost matched hers. Black jeans and a white tee, except he didn't have a jacket on and she couldn't see what shoes he had on. "You have good taste" he complimented and handed her the bag containing her items. "Total is 26,452 won" he said. "Thanks" she answered before opening her wallet to pull out her credit card.

His eyes followed her movements. He thought she was cute, and she had a good taste in music, which was a plus. He didn't know how to approach the situation though, it had been a while since he last dated and he wasn't necessarily ready to get back in the game. Besides, he doubted a cute girl like such was single. Reaching a hand out, he grabbed the card from her hand and looked at the name on it before swiping it on the card reader. "Andrea, nice name. Not very common here in Seoul" he complimented but internally cringed at his awful attempt to woo her. She looked up at him, a slight pink shade coating her cheeks before she let out a small laugh, "Thanks..." she trailed off, indicating it was his time to introduce himself. "Yoongi" he said and handed her back the plastic card. "Ahh, nice to meet you Yoongi and thank you. Have a good day" she smiled before taking back the card and shoving it into her wallet. Grabbing the bag, she gave him a small wave as she exited the shop. "You too!" he called after her.

It dawned upon him a while later that he in fact forgot to ask for her number or even indicate he'd like to see her again.

Andrea was already back at her place, making plans on what to teach her class tomorrow. In order to make ends meet, Andrea had taken up a job at the local university, teaching dance classes to the students there. It was part time and she only gave classes two or three times a week since she had a full time job to do.

As time passed by, it got closer to the time for her to leave. She sincerely didn't want to attend the so called showdown. Unwanted memories threatened to flood back to her and she shoved her computer off of her lap, her hands coming up to her face. "Oh god" she muttered to herself. "what did I agree to?" she asked herself.

4:48 pm. She arrived at the destination, parked across the street, sitting in her car, waiting for her anxiety to wash away. Andrea kept staring at the door to the warehouse as people walked in with their friends. There was a loud tap on her passenger window and she jumped in her seat before looking at the other window.

"Do you plan to get out of the car?" Hoseok asked with a slight chuckle.

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diplomatic strategies

[ continued x ] 

The Jötunn huffed. It was barely audible to be certain –even mellowed out by his travel companion, Loki had not forsaken the tools of diplomacy and court games, of which had served them with so few mishaps over their journey. The rigours of appearance and propriety were a second skin, worn in ease.

And so tongue lay still as they nodded to the passing attendees, those spindly, waxy-skinned creatures with smiles full of jagged teeth in jagged rows. Their scent was distinctly resin, and a fizzling triumph, the diplomat noted grimly. Perhaps they too were in upon the ploy. Then again, the creatures had just won some interesting conversion rights for asgardian red-gold. Thor had deemed it reasonable, but still. Loki had thought they had had gotten off lightly for their meagre offerings, to what his peoples considered of value regardless.

How his tempest companion could manage not only to find humour in situations like these, but playful provocation, Loki was near certain he would never come to understand.

But. He could try.

Something roused in the elder’s belly as he let the silence drag a pause too long into the return of their semi-private corner. Giving the impression that it was his final word on the matter. Before he tilted in. Voice a faint hum into the thunderer’s ear,

“Would you have mineself make a fuss?”

It was nonchalant. Almost … light-hearted, if one did not know the Jötunn better. And then he was stepping into Thor’s line of vision, immense gait bringing him into full view of all as he flourished, a strange sort of stiff, half-bow, and yet at the same time, oddly energetic. Attention drawing, as the material of his uniform appeared to - of its own volition -billow and swirl about him. Elegant in display. But … pompous, like some awful, gaudy distraction. Utterly excessive, and entirely unlike the Frost Giant. Complete with a single arm behind his back, the perfect picture of high formality, as if Loki and his royal charge had just come to some sort of grand agreement, of which he was now acknowledging.

With his back to the room however, the only person who could hear the Jötunn, let alone read his lips, was his companion. Words that were murmured in the direction of Thor’s shoulder,

“In that case, I will drink in your stead. ‘tis within my rights as a foreigner they know naught of, to invoke a custom I do not have. But it is you that must make light of it if I do.”

His companion had no opportunity to respond. With his piece said, Loki was already striding off under the gaze of the court to meet their host’s looming approach midway,

“Höfðingi, ԹՏƙʅԺɧʝՏԹԹԺƙ.” The Chieftain’s true name - troublesome as the foreigners here found the mouthful of garbled consonants - was declared, clear and forceful, and with the usual proficient pronunciation the diplomat possessed, graced with language as he was. Though that was greatly due to the return of his dual-tone, hushing the room further as it jarred against the common tongue that had been flowing between the attendees, blessing to Allspeak. Azure hands came to fold behind the Giant then, laced at his back. Polite. His tone however was cold. And every bit as unreadable as one would expect of a emissary from the Ice Realm, 

“Mine honoured companion, Prince Thor Odinson, has agreed to be complicit with the practices of mine realm for the duration of our travels. ‘Tis of mine understanding that we are to toast to this concord, as a symbol of peaceful conclusion to these dealings?” he waited. Continuing only as the Chieftain gave a hesitant nod, “Then I must inform you, as the eldest, upon the soils of mine realm, ‘tis mine solemn duty to share the first drink of an eve with him. I do hope you will consider it but a further symbol of the desire for our realms to exist in harmony, to extend this honour to both he, and you.”

[ ϟ ] —– Spine is set in perfect, straight alignment with heavy limbs, unwavering and unyielding during the pregnant pause, during the wait for reprimand, or advice. Both could be offered with ease he knew, both so skillfully weaved into existence by deep dual tone, the sound of it a now pleasant sensation to his ears.

He expects an elaboration of sorts, so accustomed he had grown to that distinct trait within diplomat, reason ever-ruling the giant’s mind and giving a favorable, digestible shape to bad tidings. 

What comes firstly is resonating through entire being, words formed by humming sound accompanied by unexpected, pleasant rise of goose flesh. A brow quirking into a brief, barely visible arch as surprise emerges, and the heir considers it, how that particular fuss would appear and smell and taste like, how brawl would show Jötunn’s form in new, undoubtedly fascinating light and how motions of musculature would captivate.

Much like the ones at the present did now; Thor’s challenge hovers on the tip of his tongue, daring gleam present in the bright irises, gaze following, trailing over, taking note of details when sight is obscured by massive form.

In his stead?

Mind swirled with thoughts on the matter, fragments of negotiations still present and barely beginning to settle, and remarks leave a wash of confusion upon thunderer’s features, no time spared for a response as proposed plan was put into act immediately. Defiant, certainly, against him and their hosts, and he regards their surroundings shortly after the words leave Loki’s mouth, gaze fanning and assessing the crowds.

They are not truly skilled in ways of deception; signs of bewilderment and even blatant panic are displayed upon visage of a few, eyes widening in a few others. Chieftain remains silent for a brief moment, faces the duo with a squinting, judgmental stare, huffs a response that is not a proper answer by any means.

‘ Well... I see... Then I suppose... If it is so with the way of your... There must be-’

‘ My companion means well,’ Thor interjects with beaming, forced smile, hand reaching for the solid roundness of Loki’s shoulder. ‘ We have traveled far and wide, exploring the branches of Yggdrasil and learning many a thing along the way. Yet it is imperative to his well-being, and, admittedly, to my own, that we do not stray too far from our own customs, when tempted, and enticed by unfamiliar ones.’

A squeeze, to any other observant individual a gesture of reassurance, to him hopefully a clear warning, offered with digging fingers and short jolt.

‘ Let us honor his ways Chieftain Drúga, but let us not forget it is your hospitality that has laved us with drink and food, with song and company.’ Wildly does the prince gesture to the side, to startled maiden holding stone urns with presumably untainted wine, warm rumbling laughter accompanying the gesture.

‘ Let us drink!’ And he takes one from the girl with vigor, feigned eagerness in both hand and expression followed by words that are pressed through trap of teeth and fixed, aching smile. ‘ You best be as bold as your plan comrade.’

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A purple & cross alter intro for pk? Could it be long and vertical. 💜🪻(and other purple emoji you want) & cross symbols? If not that’s okay

And if you can a display name with a cross symbol -💜

Here you go!! We had a lot of fun with this one haha

♰˖˖˖Name₊˚୭ Pronouns

──�� ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── 💜৶ ⭒Name⁺ ✞ ৶ ⭒__Nicknames__⁺ ✞ 💜৶ ⭒Age⁺ ✞ ৶ ⭒__Pronouns__⁺ ✞ 💜৶ ⭒Gender⁺ ✞ ৶ ⭒__Orient__⁺ ✞ 💜৶ ⭒Species⁺ ✞ ৶ ⭒__Terms__⁺ ✞

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── ☂️৶ ⭒Role⁺ ✞ ৶ ⭒__Alter type__⁺ ✞ ☂️৶ ⭒Source⁺ ✞ ৶ ⭒__Subsystem__⁺ ✞ ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── 🪻৶ ⭒Likes⁺ ✞ ৶ ⭒__Dislikes__⁺ ✞ 🪻৶ ⭒Hobbies⁺ ✞ ৶ ⭒__Favorite food/drink__⁺ ✞ ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── 🍇৶ ⭒Interaction⁺ ✞ oti/iwc/dni ৶ ⭒__Touch__⁺ ✞ y/a/n 🍇৶ ⭒PDA⁺ ✞ y/a/n ৶ ⭒__Flirting__⁺ ✞ y/a/n 🍇৶ ⭒Compliments⁺ ✞ y/a/n ৶ ⭒__Pet names__⁺ ✞ y/a/n 🍇৶ ⭒Nicknames⁺ ✞ y/a/n ৶ ⭒__Pings__⁺ ✞ y/a/n 🍇৶ ⭒Dms⁺ ✞ y/a/n ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

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could i have dn (display name) templates that fit the sys name "candy apple" :3? pref one that works for both sp and pk

Here you are!!

🍏✩‧₊˚Name‧｡⋆ 🍭Pronounsɞ✧ ✮🍬❭❭Name ︶ Pronouns≖🍎

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Star/Galaxy display name templates!

୭°• Name ⋆ Pronouns •°୭

७☆ੈ Name ⊹ Pronouns ੈ☆७

🌌 ໒ Name . Pronouns ໒ 🌠

⭒≀𔓕 Name 💫 Pronouns 𔓕≀⭒

✰┅໑ Name ☄︎ Pronouns ໑┅★