#Ari Theodorou

[nottsangel]

— hp porn links ੈ♡˳ 16k celebration.

warning: 18+ only. these are twitter links that contain porn videos. these are not fics.

includes: theodore nott, mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, pansy parkinson, fred weasley, george weasley, ron weasley and harry potter.

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— THEODORE NOTT

brother’s bsf!theo fucking you in your room

sex with toxic!theo after a fight

dealer!theo fucking you in his car

bf!theo using you as a stress reliever

— MATTHEO RIDDLE

roommate!mattheo fucking you while everyone’s asleep

missionary with mattheo in his dorm room

bsf!mattheo helping you relax after a long day

classmate!mattheo fucking you against his desk

— DRACO MALFOY

enemy!draco fingering you in the bathroom

draco pounding into you from behind

dom!draco spanking you when you misbehave

draco sneaking into your dorm room late at night

— TOM RIDDLE

dom!tom fucking your throat

rough sex with tom after you’ve been needy all day long

bf!tom fingering you

tom waking you up in the middle of the night

— LORENZO BERKSHIRE

roommate!enzo fucking you in your room

makeup sex with bf!enzo after an argument

dom!enzo fingering you

reverse cowgirl with bsf!enzo

— PANSY PARKINSON

making out with bsf!pansy

gf!pansy eating you out

pansy fingering you in the bathroom between classes

sleepovers with bsf!pansy

— FRED WEASLEY

bsf!fred eating you out

morning sex with roommate!fred

bf!fred fucking you after you flirt with someone else

riding fred’s face after a stressful day

— GEORGE WEASLEY

bf!george breeding you full

baking with bsf!george

morning sex with roommate!george

george fucking you raw after you pull the condom off

— RON WEASLEY

jerking off sub!ron

riding classmate!ron after class

ron fucking you against the wall

sleepy sex with bf!ron

— HARRY POTTER

needy harry fucking your thighs

missionary with harry

dom!harry fingering you from behind

shower sex with bf!harry

[actually-mentally-ill]

“I can fix him!”

Him:

[diioonysus]

art + bracelets

[leeny-leens]

Mattheo Riddle is Chase Atlantic coded, Theodore Nott is Cigarettes after Sex coded and Lorenzo Berkshire is Hozier coded. Yes I will elaborate if needed, goodnight.

[handmade-witch]

it's lorenzo zurzolo's birthday which makes him exactly 1 day older than me so now I'm just imagining Theo Nott spending his birthday a little something like:

Theo: Yeah, you could say I have a thing for younger women.

Theo: Don't worry kid, you'll understand when your older.

Me: Theo I SWEAR if you don't SHUT UP-

And he proceeds to spend the only 24 hours of the year where he's older gloating about it.

[jm-2406]

It's been a long time and I thought of doing a poll for fun.

[mdshh]

Children aged up!! They had a birthday at a restaurant 🙃

[loonysbarn]

Welcome to my blog<3🪩

hello sweetheart’s my names esty!💋

* Leo, Swiftie, 18yrs old, Infj, Bi, Latinas4Matt

honestly I just made this blog so I can repost all of my favorite fics from my favorite fandoms<3 (will be in tags)

🪩 my fandoms are honestly all a range of randomness😭

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Disclaimer: I have love and kindness for everyone(sort of), so people do not come to my page to spread hate‼️ If you don’t like what you’re reading, simply move along😊 Thank youu<3

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THE DEATH OF THÉODORE GÉRICAULT | 1824 | by ARY SCHEFFER

The painting depicts the death of the renowned French Romantic painter THÉODORE GÉRICAULT, who died at the young age of 33 from tuberculosis.

The painting shows GÉRICAULT lying on his bed. His face is pale and his body is weak, indicating that he is close to death. The figures around him are depicted in a mixture of grief and resignation, with one covering his faces in sorrow while the other looks on with a sense of acceptance.

The use of light in the painting is significant, with the main source of light coming from the left side of the room. This creates a contrast between the bright, hopeful light and the somber, dark tones of the room. This contrast symbolizes the struggle between life and death, and the inevitability of the end.

One of the most striking elements of the painting is the inclusion of Géricault's painting, 'THE RAFT OF THE MEDUSA,' on the wall behind him. This serves as a reminder of GÉRICAULT'S artistic legacy and his impact on the art world, even in his final moments. Overall, the painting is a poignant depiction of the final moments of a great artist. It captures the emotional turmoil and acceptance that comes with facing death, while also celebrating the enduring legacy of GÉRICAULT'S work.

[nerdypipsqueak]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Cock Warming, Anal Sex, Bottoming from the Top, Multiple Orgasms Summary:

It's been a long week, Theodore and Eli haven't seen each other in days. What starts as a desperate attempt to quench each other's thirst turns into a lesson in patience and then into something new and unexpected (and rather wonderful).

Written for @ari-leah-arts

[nottsangel]

blood moon — t.n. & m.r. part 1

pairing: dark!theodore nott x fem!reader x dark!mattheo riddle. (mattheo makes his appearance in pt2)

warnings: smut 18+, dubcon, breaking and entering, violence, blood, knives (cutting into skin), rough oral sex (m. receiving), mask kink, mentions of murder, swearing

word count: 4k

summary: purge night— a night you’ve feared all year despite coming from a rich and powerful family. but when six masked men show up at your door, are you really as safe as you thought?

the purge au… moodboard. nav. more.

“This is not a test, this is your Emergency Broadcast System. Announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the Government. Weapons of class four and lower have been authorised for use during the purge; all other weapons are restricted. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime (including murder) will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and Emergency Medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m, when the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founding fathers—”

“Blah, blah, blah… we get it. Same shit every year.” Pansy sighed dramatically through the phone, her tone dripping with annoyance. You could tell she was rolling her eyes, and you didn’t need to see her to know she was slouched lazily somewhere. 

Not much later, the ominous, bone-chilling sirens blared violently through the entire city, blasting through the walls and echoing in the still-empty streets. The all so familiar sound never failed to give you goosebumps all over your stiffened body, instantly raising your heartbeat. You briefly closed your eyes, trying to steady your racing heart as you struggled to control your shaky breathing. 

“Hellooo? Are you still there or have you been murdered already?” Pansy joked with a taunting laugh. Your eyes snapped open, her static-filled voice dragging you back to reality, and her humorous tone nearly making you forget the reality of this cruel night. 

Because it wasn’t just any regular night— it was Purge Night. The one night you’d been dreading all year, every year, in which all crime becomes legal for twelve long hours. Logically, you were well aware that you had nothing to fear. Your parents were successful entrepreneurs with plenty of money to afford the most advanced security equipment, keeping you safe from any outside danger.

Yes, to protect you, and only you. Not them— they were out at a purge party, the details of which you didn’t even want to know, shamelessly networking with other high-profile elites while the poor were brutally murdered in the streets surrounding them. Everything about this night gave you a sickening feeling in your stomach. But of course, you knew it would be fine. All you had to do was survive— survive in your mansion, surrounded by unbreachable security. Nothing was going to happen. 

“Yeah, yeah, very funny.��� you responded, your voice tinged with irritation as you hurried from your bedroom down the wooden stairs to the security room, figuring that if you could check the cameras around the house, it might calm you down a bit. You couldn’t shake the feeling of needing to tiptoe carefully down each step, as though someone might hear you— which was ridiculous, considering how large and heavily secured the house was. 

The eerily quiet house was broken by the first distant, chilling screams of pure terror from outside, making you grimace as you opened the creaky door to the small room, your eyes instantly squinting at the many bright screens that made your eyes burn. 

“It’s just… I hope this night will be over soon, that’s all.” you continued, one hand holding the phone close to your ear while your eyes fleetingly scanned over the security cameras, which were strategically placed to cover every corner outside the house. 

“Oh please, don’t be such a scaredy-cat! Every year it goes just fine, so this year will be no different. When has anything…” Pansy chattered in her usual attempt to comfort you, completely unaware that her words were only doing the opposite, when her voice slowly faded away into the background and your eyes narrowed at one of the top-right screens, which was focused on your front door. What the fuck?

With your heart nearly pounding out of your chest and your hand shakily gripping the phone, you inched closer to the screen, moving as slowly as possible, almost as if the slowness would somehow alter the nightmare playing out before you. A sudden coldness washed over you, your eyes rapidly blinking. No, no, no… this can’t be happening. 

On the pixelated, dark screen, you saw six masked men standing in front of your door, their heads tilted as they stared right at the cameras. You felt lightheaded, your left hand reaching up to lightly clasp your throat, the panic threatening to overwhelm you once you noticed the various weapons they were holding— baseball bats, knives, axes, and god knows what else.

“P—pansy… I, uh… there are people standing in front of my door…” you stammered shakily, still staring at the screen, your body frozen in place with your hand gripping the phone so tightly that your knuckles turned white and your breathing became ragged and uneven. 

“Oh, they’re probably just trying to scare you, babe. I mean, come on, they can’t even come in for fuck’s sake!” she let out a mocking laugh as the chaotic thoughts in your head raced a hundred miles an hour, leaving you paralysed with uncertainty. 

“Pansy, what the fu— you know what? Forget it.” you snapped, your trembling fingers tapping frantically at the screen before finally ending the call, frustrated at not being taken seriously by your best friend— though, to be fair, when had she ever? 

You hastily slipped your phone into your back pocket, already dreading the snarky text she was sure to send you for ending the call, before shifting your attention back to the screen. One of the men removed his mask, prompting you to move even closer with narrowed eyes, your forehead nearly touching the cold glass. 

“Good evening.” he called out in a stoic, chilling voice, his shiny black hair neatly styled, and his stance tall, commanding and unmistakably intimidating. 

“Sorry to bother you at this ungodly hour, but let me kindly introduce myself. My name is Tom, and these guys— they are my friends.” The scene you were intently staring at filled you with pure terror— this unknown man named Tom, surrounded by men in masks, each carrying weapons that could easily kill you, weapons that were already completely soaked in blood, the dark droplets dripping ominously onto your front porch. 

“This can go one of two ways; you simply let us in, and we will steal— sorry, I mean take whatever we desire, and then, we leave! Or…  we can do this the hard way. But I can assure you, you will not survive the latter.” His tone was almost amused as he finished speaking, and through the grainy pixels, you could see a controlled, sinister smile spreading across his pale face. 

“Do not think you are invincible. We can enter any home we want. And we will want, as wanting is our will on this fine purge night. Do not force us to hurt you.”

His menacing words sent tingles across your skin, all the muscles in your body tightening. And for a good ten minutes, they did nothing but stand there, staring straight into the camera, waiting—expecting—for you to open the door for them. 

It was a chilling sight. Almost as if you were staring at a photograph, the men stood completely still, their blood-covered hands tightly gripping their equally blood-soaked weapons, knowing your blood would be next to splatter across them, mixing with that of other poor, helpless victims. 

When they realised you weren’t going to open the door, Tom gave his men a quick signal, waving his finger in the air, which caused you to cock your head in both curiosity and unease.

“Alright then.” He said, the sinister smile on his face growing wider. But it was fine. You knew they couldn’t come inside anyway. Your house was so securely protected, there was no way they could come in and— Is that a fucking blowtorch? 

“Yes, we are prepared. And you— oh, you chose the wrong option.” Tom coldly stated as if he could read your mind, dragging the words in a chilling tone. Two of his men quickly got to work, the blowtorch slowly cutting through the thick metal doors, meanwhile, Tom continued to stare directly at the camera, his evil, dark smile never faltering, his soulless eyes not blinking once.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” This was when real panic set in, your eyes flickering with pure terror as you slowly backed away from the screens, gripping whatever furniture was nearby to steady yourself. You hurried out of the room, realising this was the time to hide.

Quickly but silently running up the stairs again, you heard the agonising sound of the blowtorch cutting through the metal, sending shivers all over your body and urging you to move faster. 

You burst into your room, breathless, slamming the door behind you and you panickedly scanned the small space, frantically searching for the best hiding spot. There weren’t many options, but the closet seemed like your only chance, so without hesitation, you flung the door open, stepped inside, and crouched down, wrapping your trembling arms tightly around your knees. 

“It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine.” You kept repeating to yourself in a quiet, trembling voice, desperately trying to gaslight yourself into believing it. But who the fuck are you kidding? They were inevitably coming in, and then… well, you didn’t even want to think about it.

You gasped loudly at the sudden sound of a loud bang, followed by distant voices and approaching footsteps downstairs. Nibbling on your bottom lip and one hand clutching your throat, you struggled to calm your ragged breathing, but hoping to make out the conversation happening downstairs— although you weren’t even sure if you wanted to hear it in the first place. 

“We are coming, aha! And we will find you, you little fucking bitch” an unfamiliar voice taunted from down the stairs followed by a menacing laugh, clearly relishing the undeniable fear they were instilling in you as the footsteps and faint chatter grew louder with every passing second.

“Mattheo, control yourself. Search for the girl downstairs, and Theo, you check upstairs. The rest of us will take whatever is valuable and leave for the next house.” You heared Tom instruct two of his men, his voice stern and cold, before adding, “Oh, and whatever you do, make it as painful as possible. I want her to suffer.” 

Goosebumps covered your entire body hearing the chilling words, and you could tell that these guys didn’t fuck around. Everything about them was incredibly organised and prepared. This wasn’t their first time purging. No, they knew exactly what they were doing.

Heavy, resolute footsteps then made their way up the stairs, each deep step resonating through the house, making the silence feel like it was closing it. Theo. There was no way out of this. The only thing you could do was pray that he wouldn’t find you. But deep down, you knew he would. 

“You can’t hide from me, piccola.” a deep, husky voice teased, his voice slightly muffled by the mask he wore. It surprised you to hear a foreign accent— Italian, you guessed. And fuck, you could punch yourself in the face right now for finding it… hot. 

The steps grew louder, tantalisingly slow, until his footsteps reached your room. Your hand flew to your mouth to keep yourself quiet, your brows furrowed as you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on steadying your breath. Your heart beat out of your chest, and you worried it was beating loud enough for him to hear. 

Then it was quiet. No sounds. You swallowed, your mouth feeling dry with tears brimming at your waterline, and you gasped when you suddenly heard his voice so close to you. Thank fucking god you still had your mouth covered. 

“You’re here, aren’t you?” He said in a dark, knowing manner, and the only thing you could do at this very moment was repeat ‘please don’t find me’ in your head while only hoping your death would be less painful than Tom had ordered it to be. “I know you are...” 

The closet door then abruptly swung open, causing you to let out a loud, surprised gasp. The tears you had so desperately tried to suppress now uncontrollably streamed down your cheeks as your head shot up. Soft ‘no’s slipped from your lips when he grabbed you by the arm and aggressively pulled you out of the closet, the words barely audible and you panickedly shook your head, feeling lightheaded due to pure fear. 

“Shut up, cazzo.” he muttered irritably as he threw you on your bed with exasperated aggression. And you immediately complied— not only because he asked you to, but because you didn’t want Matthew to hear you, knowing that Theo had found you, worried of what he might do to you. Matthew… Was his name even Matthew? 

He stood still before you, and for the first time, you took him in, scanning him from head to toe as his imposing, tall frame loomed over you, casting a shadow over where you sat on the bed.

A white mask fully covered his face, and in his right hand, he held a bloody, sharp knife, causing you to gulp in fear. Oh, he looked fucking terrifying— but there was something else, something other than fear deep inside of you. A feeling you desperately tried to suppress. A feeling you felt ashamed to feel. A feeling you could not bring yourself to admit. 

“Huh.” he commented, his head tilting slightly to the left. “Tom didn’t tell me you were such a pretty little thing.” he reached his hand out, his thumb brushing over your cheek, causing you to instinctively pull away, stiffening under his touch. 

“Così carina.” he chuckled mockingly, and your eyes were drawn to his hand that was expertly spinning the knife. His other hand then abruptly gripped your hair, making you gasp, and he slightly tilted your head to expose your neck. 

From your peripheral vision, you could see the bloody knife drawing closer to your neck, making you instantly shut your eyes with furrowed brows, knowing this was it. 

“Can’t wait to see these white sheets turn red.” Theo taunted, but you were shaking, crying and nervously biting down on your lip so hard that blood welled up, waiting for the moment you finally felt the sharp knife against your delicate skin.

And then you did. You felt the cold blade lightly dig into the skin of your neck, the sharp, stinging sensation causing you to tightly grip the sheets, followed by fresh, crimson droplets of blood slowly trickling down your skin— but then he stopped.

“Hm. You know what, bella?” Theo paused for a moment, crouching down to get on eye level with you. The closer he got to you, the faster your heart raced, your whole body heating up with a mix of fear and something else. The deep sense of guilt you felt for feeling… this way gnawed at you from the inside. 

“I might just have other plans for you.” Your head snapped toward him, and you hissed at the fresh cut stretching open, your hand instinctively reaching to the wound, carefully dabbing your fingers on the blood still trickling out.

“You wanna live?” He questioned, and you reluctantly nodded, still unable to shake off the feeling of unease, even as a slight sense of relief—or maybe hope— began to grow inside of you. 

“Then I advise you to get on your knees before I change my mind.” You blinked rapidly, unsure if you heard him correctly. Surely not. 

“I— what?” You stammered, breathing in so fast you nearly choked on air as your heart pounded out of your chest. 

“Oh, you heard me.” He rose to his feet, and your eyes intently followed his every movement. The way the moonlight seeped through the blinds illuminated him, and for the first time, you could clearly see his ocean-blue eyes gazing down at you with intense focus— the only feature of his face that was visible through the mask. 

He reached the knife out again, causing you to flinch, but this time he pressed it under your chin to lift your head, the pointy end digging into your soft skin.

“You don’t think I noticed?” he began, and you sat frozen, knowing that a single movement would press the knife deep into your skin. 

“You don’t think I noticed the way you looked at me with those pretty eyes?” You raised an eyebrow in puzzlement, unsure of what he was hinting at, and you absolutely hated this— the vagueness of his words. You hated having to guess what he meant. It made you anxious. 

“I have purged a lot of people, bella. And there is one thing aaall of them have in common— they all have this same, fearful look in their eyes.” he continued, and it made you wonder what he saw in yours. 

“But you… cazzo. With you, I see something else sparkling in those pupils.” The way the mask muffled his voice made you unconsciously lean in closer to hear him better, and he did the same, but for an entirely different reason, until you were merely inches apart. It was a strange observation to make in such a moment like this, but oddly enough, he smelt nice, very nice. A pleasant, musky cologne with the undertone of cigarettes filled your senses. 

“With you I see… lust, yearning, desperation.” he whispered into your ear, the knife digging deeper into your skin, yet still not deep enough to draw blood. Your eyes shot wide open before locking with his, and you felt caught. He hit the hammer right on the nail. 

“Go on, tell me I’m fuckin’ wrong.” but you couldn’t. You couldn’t tell him he was wrong. Because he wasn’t. Your eyes darted nervously around the room, unable to meet those intense, piercing eyes as the ache between your legs only grew stronger. 

“Yeah… that’s what I thought. Bet your panties are soaked already, aren’t they?” you heard a muffled, condescending chuckle coming from under his mask as he slowly twisted the knife under your chin. You so desperately wanted to bite back, to defend yourself, to tell him that he was being ridiculous— but the words were stuck in your throat.

“So… back to where we were.” he growled as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, suddenly remembering Matthew wandering around downstairs and being able to walk in at any time, causing him to rush. 

“C’mon sweetheart. I need to feel those pretty lips wrapped around me if you want to live, a’ight? If Mattheo finds us, it’s over for you.” Ohhhh, Mattheo… right, right.

You hesitantly walked over to him before getting on your knees right in front of him— right in front of his already hard erection trapped in his boxers, desperately wanting to escape as the tip formed a wet patch of precum on the fabric. 

“Well… you know I could just kick you in the balls right now and run away?” There it finally was— the words that had been stuck in your throat, and the boldness inside of you that had finally come free. It was that unexpectedly tender demeanour of his emerging in brief moments, causing you to see him in a humane light, which stilled your fears. 

He scoffed before aggressively gripping your hair and pulling your head back, causing you to hiss at the fresh wound on your neck stinging at the movement. He drew closer to you before suddenly holding the knife to your throat again, the softness you’d glimpsed earlier vanishing in an instant.

“Oh yeah? You don’t think I’m gonna find you and cut you open? Go for it. Give it a try. Let’s see how that ends.” he warned in a low, menacing tone, your brows furrowing as you clenched your teeth, staring right into his narrowed eyes. 

“Acting as if you aren’t practically begging to suck me off right now, tsk. Hurry the fuck up.” he ordered in a harsh tone, abruptly letting go of your hair and retracting the knife from your throat.

Realising you had no other choice but to follow his orders, you stared up at his masked face, before your gaze fell on his boxers. You could tell he was big just from the imprint through the thin fabric— oh, there was no doubt in that. Reluctantly, you drew your head closer to his crotch, teasingly using your teeth to pull the waistband of his boxers down before slowly sliding them off. 

“See, I knew you were a fucking slut.” he growled, his amusement evident as his erection sprang free against his toned abs, precum glistening at the tip. Oh, well fuck. He was indeed huge, causing your eyes to widen momentarily as you swallowed hard. You glanced back up at him one more time, and he gave you a sharp nod, his hand on the back of your head pressing insistently, urging you closer. 

Your head slowly inched closer to his intimidatingly large cock, and you started with placing soft kitten licks on the tip, tasting the salty precum, when suddenly a mischievous smile began to curve your glossed lips. In one swift, unexpected motion, you wrapped your mouth around his throbbing length, firmly pressing your teeth into the skin while at the same time your hand darted to his balls, your sharp nails digging deep into the sensitive flesh. 

“That fuckin’ hurts, you bitch. Cazzo!” Theo cursed, aggressively pushing you back until you hit the bed, yet the same mischievous smile on your face only widened. It confused him how the terrified, weak girl he saw earlier had transformed into… this. 

“Didn’t expect you to be such a fucking pussy.” you challenged him, fire burning in your eyes. Not because you wanted to die, but because deep down you knew you weren’t going to. If he wanted to kill you, he would’ve done that already. With the precum leaking from his painfully hard erection right in front of you, you knew the only thing on his mind was finding his release. He was a man after all— simple, driven by his desires.

“You better shut that little mouth—” 

“Or what? You're gonna threaten me again with that stupid little knife—” before you could even finish your sentence, he grabbed you by the hair, yanking you roughly towards him, his cock forcing its way into your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat instantly, triggering your gag reflex as you struggled to breathe around his thick, aching erection. He quickly set a brutal rhythm, bucking his hips aggressively into your mouth, and you felt your eyes well with tears, saliva running down your chin. 

“If you stop, I’ll make you fucking regret it.” His hand gripped your hair in a tight ponytail, pulling you to meet his thrusts as he relentlessly fucked your mouth. Gagging sounds filled the room as he forced your head down as far as possible, groaning at the sight beneath him— a sight that could so easily make him come already.

“You wanted this from the start, huh? Such a pathetic—” Theo’s sentence was then abruptly cut off when the door suddenly swung open and slammed against the wall, causing you both to freeze and stare, wide-eyed and horrified. A chill ran down your spine as you noticed another masked man standing in the doorway, holding a blood-soaked baseball bat while casually leaning against the doorframe. Oh no.  

“Well, well, well… look what we have here. You really thought I wouldn’t find out, Theodore? How cute.” 

Mattheo. 

reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

a/n: thank you sm for reading ^_^!!!!!!! this was supposed to be one long fic but i decided to cut in into two (or maybe more if needed) parts! im not sure when the next part will be posted but ill try to work on it soon !!! <3

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Hi hi! Do you think by any chance you could do a list of serious/refined sounding names with a cute nickname? For instance Victoire turning into Vicky. Sorry if this is too big an ask, but ty nonetheless and I hope your day is going great!!

Refined Names with Cute Nicknames

-> feel free to comment suggestions, I'll do my best to add them to the list.

Male:

Sebastian → Seb, Baz

Frederick → Freddie, Rick

Theodore → Theo, Teddy

Maximilian → Max, Milly

Alexander → Alex, Xander

Nathaniel → Nate, Niel

Dominic → Dom, Nicky

Vincent → Vince, Vinnie

Alistair → Ali, Lissy

Leonard → Leo, Lenny

Elliot → Eli, Lio

Benjamin → Ben, Benny

Nicholas → Nick, Nico

Christopher → Chris, Kit

Dominic → Dom, Mico

Reginald → Reggie, Reg

Samuel → Sam, Sammy

Zachary → Zac, Zack

Julian → Jules, Jay

Nathaniel → Nate, Nat

Frederick → Freddie, Rick

Female:

Genevieve → Genny, Vivi

Evangeline → Evie, Lina

Alexandria → Lexi, Andy

Anastasia → Annie, Stasie

Isadora → Izzy, Dora

Seraphina → Sera, Phina

Marguerite → Maggie, Daisy

Octavia → Tavi, Via

Wilhelmina → Mina, Willa

Theodora → Teddy, Dora

Caroline → Carrie, Lina

Clementine → Clem, Minnie

Penelope → Penny, Nell

Elizabeth → Lizzy, Ellie

Arabella → Bella, Ari

Charlotte → Charlie, Lottie

Josephine → Josie, Phina

Rosalind → Rosie, Lindy

Adelaide → Addie, Della

Beatrice → Bea, Trissy

Gender Neutral:

Avery → Avi, Ree

Cassidy → Cass, Sid

Bellamy → Bell, Amy

Julian → Jules, Juju

Vivian → Vivi

Quentin → Quinn, Q

Remington → Remi, Rem

Finnegan → Finn, Finny

Adrian → Addie, Rian

Emerson → Em, Sonny

Jordan → Jordy, Jory

Harper → Harp, Perry

Dakota → Kota, Dax

Rowan → Ro, Roni

Parker → Park, Pipp

Casey → Cas, Cee

Reagan → Rea, Gan

Ellis → Eli, Elle

Morgan → Morg, Mo

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━OCTOBER 2023; susan's recs

TOP GUN MAVERICK

━━JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERSIN

good in bed @top-hhun

ex-appeal @tongue-like-a-razor

━━BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

called it @heliads

ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION

━━SANJI

service with a smile! @paperultra

hammock. @↑

aries and the turtle @↑

shinny offering @thefandomdirtymind

go fish! part4 @honnelander

accidentally in love @revasserium

sanji is jealous of the attention you’re getting @undiscovered-horizon

━━ZORO

pick me up @togenabi

hold me (still) @revasserium

un-certainly @↑

my girl @↑

all that i need @eclidse

NOW YOU SEE ME

━━JACK WILDER

scouting out @heliads

all for a show @↑

SCREAM

━━ETHAN LANDRY

party foul @certifiedlovergirlsstuff

no! i love love you! @etfrin

HARRY POTTER

━━FRED WEASLEY

only if you catch me @wreckofawriter

━━THEODORE NOTT

darling socialite @fangisms

THE BEAR

━━CARMY BERZATTO

cinnamon sugar @laiiaaa

TEEN WOLF

━━DAREK HALE

they say love is pain @heliads

LOCKWOOD & CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

„slut!” @lewkwoodnco

safe and sound @↑

how you get the girl @↑

i can build a castle out of all the bricks they throw at me @novelizt

THE OTHER ZOEY

━━ZACH MACLAREN

the other zach @cameronspecial

DIVERGENT

━━PETER HAYES

missing link @heliads

[plant-clovergrass]

Nine to Midnight IV (<- link!) just released!! It’s an annual anthology of spooky audio fiction short stories by horror podcasters. I’m not affiliated in any way, but I wanted to compile a list of everyone involved to celebrate the wealth of talent that came together this year and make it even easier to check out all their other projects.

Full credits under the cut but just to whet anyone’s curiosity, some exciting callouts that I personally recognized include stories from the creators of @malevolentcast, @hellofromthehallowoods, @thestoragepapers, @hinaypod, @re-dracula, @ethicstownpod , @woebegonepod , @wakeofcorrosion , @thenightpost , @hellgatecity , @ostiumpodcast , @souloperatorpod , and more and more!

HEAVY FLOW

Motzie Dapul (Hi Nay)

Nathan Lunsford (The Storage Papers)

PODDINGTON

Kevin Berrey (Hell Gate City)

David Ault (SO many shows, including NoSleep, The White Vault, RE: Dracula, Woe.BeGone, and more.)

Rýne Scrin

Shaun Pellington (Wake of Corrosion)

David Ault (davidault.co.uk)

The Earth Will Determine

Emily Kellogg, Alex Nursall, and Ian Boddy from Woodbine and Parkdale Haunt

Day 153

From the The Grotto Pod

Specifically: Athan, Derek Moreland, Joshua, ARI, Bryce, Ava, and Violet

Out of Hot Water

Dylan Griggs (Woe.Begone)

Sibling Rivalry

Rae Lundberg (The Night Post)

Cleanup on Aisle Two

Shelby Novak (Scare You To Sleep)

Pacific S. Obadiah (SCP Archives, RE: Dracula, and more)

CONTENT

Tal Minear (many things, such as RE: Dracula, Sidequesting, and more)

The Birdcatcher

Michael Alan Herman & Josie Eli Herman of Acorn Arts and Entertainment (Silvertongues, The Call of the Void, and more)

I was born James Theodore Parkin

David Ault (davidault.co.uk)

Making Friends

Tatiana Gefter (Soul Operator)

J Strautman (Planet Arcana, Soul Operator strautmaskreplica.carrd.co)

Shaun Oldfield (Planet Arcana, instagram.com/sj.oldfield)

Tatiana Gefter (The Department of Variance of Somewhere Ohio, Woe.Begone, Nowhere On Air, Soul Operator, Wake of Corrosions, and more: tatianagefter-va.carrd.co)

111

From the creatives behind Ethics Town

Specifically: Ollie Bannerman, CL Hendry, Cai Gwilym Pritchard, Ollie Bannerman, Evan Gwen Davies, Cai Gwilym Pritchard and Eli Labat-Angstadt.

Home

From the 400 Words A Horror Team

Specifically: Lyssa Jay, Gem Aydin, Just Jenah, Prax Kilowatt, Shaun Pellington, Taylor Michaels, and more

Hungrier

William A. Wellman (Hello From the Hallowoods)

Going Down

Jesse Syratt (Nowhere, On Air)

Tatiana Gefter (Soul Operator)

Taylor Micheals (The Grotto)

Motzie Dapul (Hi Nay)

Tal Minear (RE: Dracula)

The Witch of November

Three Fates (You are the Ghost in This House, Points of Articulation)

Specifically: Fiona Clare, Paige Elizabeth Allen, and Hannah Semmelhack, additional materials by C. Luke Soucy; recording, mixing, sound design by Rhea Patil; performances from Fiona Clare, Paige Allen, Nora Aguiar, C. Lucy Soucy

A Thousand Cuts

Alex C. Telander (The Ostium Network: Ostium, Circe, Manifestations)

Puppy Play

Jamie (The Cellar Letters)

Specifically: Grinner Media, Nathan Lunsford, Jeremy Enfinger, Nathan Lunsford, and Tatiana Gefter

The Sound

Harlan Guthrie (Malevolent, Deviser, Dice Shame)

The Feed

Ryan Joseph Murphy (Your Horror Show)

Brady Flanagan (Rogue Life)

Hopefully this is a helpful reference for fans looking for an easy reference to see which stories their favorite artists have worked on and help discover new ones! (Happy to make edits upon request!)

[jm-2406]

Jay's Masterlist.

❣️ ~ personal favourite || ❤️‍🩹 ~ mainly angst || 🩷 ~ fluff and romance || 🖤 ~ dark/twisted || ✓ ~ finished || 💌 ~ requested

Always updated whenever I post something. Texts in red are not posted yet.

❥ go to navigation.

One Shots:

S03 tommy X nurse!reader - When Frances comes running to the hospital with little Charlie in her arms, you decide to give a piece of mind to the bigshot gangster.

Just a ring ❤️‍🩹- “He has asked me to marry him but I had to come here first. I just need to know if you feel anything... anything at all for me?”

Drabbles:

Boyfriend! Bucky surprising you. 🩷

Series:

[coming soon]

One Shots:

Answers ❤️‍🩹- Theodore Nott corners you in his bedroom, demanding answers for your reckless behaviour.

Questions - prequel to "answers".

Just a ring ❤️‍🩹- “He has asked me to marry him but I had to come here first. I just need to know if you feel anything... anything at all for me?”

You're feisty 💌- a study session in the library ends with a confession.

One Shots:

Love me tender 💌- an unfortunate accident almost cost your boyfriend's life but you are there to help him recover.

More to be loaded...

Request status - OPEN.

[ask-tdw-0666]

Ari held his hand and smiled "Grandpa, where have you been? Grandma always tells me stories about you and I think she misses you dearly.." Ari said. "She's tending to the Library garden with Daddy." Valkyrie remembered Jay telling her that he and Fern were going to spruce up the Library today. "Oh that's right." She said. "Jay and Fern wanted to make the Library more colorful with flower beds." Valkyrie and Ari take Theodore to the library where they see Jay and Fern hard at work. "Grandma! Daddy! look whose visiting!" Ari yelled for them.

It got very long @ask-the-illager-obsessed-art1st

He looked at the little girl and smiled "I can tell she has your fighting spirit~" he held his hand out to the child as she reached out to touch his...

"Do be careful, my claws are sharp."