#BUTTERBEER ICE CREAM

[thedaveandkimmershow]

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16

We're going home today but not until the end of the day so there's time for a day.

Time for more experiences.

So I get up at 6 to pack. 645 I'm at Starbucks downstairs for Kimmer's tall drip dark coffee with oat milk on the side.

Breakfast is leftovers from our restaurant dinners like those crispy fried wings from Bar 17 Bistro, the ones with Korean BBQ, garlic chives, and Fresno peppers. I only had three the other night which left three for breakfast.

Our agenda this morning consists of one item: Universal Studios. We won't be hopping over to Islands. Just Studios today.

With that in mind, we're looking for a greatest hits/bucket list experience. To do again what we loved the most and to do for the first time what we had in mind to do this whole time. Which brings us back to Villain Con for one more round and then to the Jimmy Fallon 4D ride that's remarkably unexpected and fun.

After that, we return to Diagon Alley to indulge more photography. Also on our list of what we haven't done yet that we were always meaning to do: Butterbeer soft serve ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. After we're served up, we retire across the street to those steps next to Gringotts, behind Hagrid's motorbike with side car that's a relentless photo op for family after family after family as children (some dressed in their Hogwarts finery) run over to the bike, jump onto the bike or into the sidecar, while parents frame up the perfect shot and take it.

We're here for awhile, savoring our Butterbeer ice cream and watching the streams of people. When it's time to go, we take our leave back to the Villain Con building near the front of the park to take Oatmeal Bear photos at either end of the building. It's a travel habit we indulge every time we travel. It's a travel habit that goes all the way back to "I do". Oatmeal Bear even has his own Facebook page where these photos inevitably show up. 😊

This is not gonna be a full day at the park. In fact, we leave a little after 11 after three hours of discovery and exploration and peace. Then we're back at the hotel to get serious about leaving. For starters, we're supposed to check out of the hotel at 11 but we managed to move that back to noon. In order to get back into the room after 11, though, we're told we'll need to get an amenities key to not only use the pool for the afternoon but to actually get into our room once our key card's expired.

So now it's after 11. We're back at the hotel to get our amenities key. And, this being the weekend, everybody's trying to check in.

I mean, like, everybody.

The line to guest services snakes through the line set up for it, across the front door, into the lobby. It's long enough to suggest getting anything from guest services in the next hour is a non-starter.

We won't even be to the head if the line in that time. ☹️

Kimmer suggests approaching the Luggage Hold desk. Good thing she does, too, because the attendant there discovers that our room keys are good 'til noon even though we were told they would stop working at 11 which is why we're down here asking for the amenities key.

Ultimately, our room keys are good to go until noon and, with that settled, we continue on to our room, finish packing our stuff, finish our non-alcoholic Coronas, our vanilla yogurt, and the strawberry jam that goes perfectly along with that vanilla yogurt. Then we change into our swim wear and pack a day bag to take with us. Coming up on noon, we move everything into the hall and scour the room for anything we might've dropped or forgotten.

Downstairs, we're back in line with our luggage to check out and, fortunately for us, a staff member, walking along the line asking everyone what services they're in line for, eventually asks us what we're in line for.

Checkout...

We say. To which he says

That's not necessary. Your final hotel bill will be emailed to you.

At this point he sets us up with the amenities key we'll need for the pool area, leaving us free to head over to the Luggage Hold desk where we check our luggage in for the afternoon. Then we're off to the pool area armed with our trusty amenities key. Not long after, we find a pair of beach chairs catching shade under an umbrella and...

Yeah. That's pretty much it.

We basically lounge on those beach chairs under the shade, occasionally sleeping a little, mostly listening to an audio book on Kimmer's phone, and definitely finishing our last two cans of Schöfferhofer as, minute by minute, time causally moves us to our departure.

Our thinking's that since our flight's at five, boarding's at 430, we should get to the airport between 330 and 345 so...

245 change clothes in that bathroom off the main lobby, recover our luggage from the Luggage Hold desk, take a moment at a couch by the front doors to organize ourselves and our luggage, and finally hail an Uber to the airport out front where there seems to be some kind of traffic jam in progress.

By the time we check our bags at the airport and slide into line at the TSA check point, it's a little after 4. Just in time, apparently, to meet a nine-week old puppy named Lucy. So-named by the owner's granddaughter. I don't remember where the owner's from but they flew out to Florida to come get her. I also don't remember what breed Lucy is. I'd also never heard the multi-word breed name before... regardless, Lucy is the sweetest dog ever. Separated from her litter, on her way with a stranger to a faraway land, Lucy is super chill about the whole experience, quietly looking out onto the world from the inside of her plush carrier with her adorable eyes.

Also in line with us, a newlywed couple who got hitched at Disney's Grand Floridian. Kimmer tells them they oughta frame their wedding license, hang it up over their bed. The woman standing next to us comments that she knew a couple who had the exact moment of their first kiss set on a clock that's displayed in their house to this day.

We also met a little girl with a Big Hero 6 stuffed toy in a box that itself is in a bag. She's wondering about the best way to get her toy through TSA.

Adorable.

Once we're through it's Philly Steak Cheese Sandwich time for lunch in the terminal.

Later, at the gate, waiting for B group's turn to get in line, we're waiting next to a young woman from Sacramento who now lives in Denver. Her first time ever flying was flying out to Orlando for a Disney vacation with friends a week ago. Her friends who still live in Sacramento chose flights from Sacramento to Orlando that connect to her same flight from Denver so she wouldn't have to be alone on the flight to Orlando.

Pretty awesome people. Right?

I complimented her on her choice of friends. 😉

Now, she and her boyfriend are both from Sacramento. They moved to Denver for his job. Not a big deal, she says, since she works from home anyway.

Still, she's kind of afraid of flying because this would only be her second time. So Kimmer talks relaxation techniques. I talk how massively capable are pilots and crew.

Eventually, Kimmer mentions how we did a fully Universal vacation this time around, no Disney. On a hunch, I ask the young woman if she's into horror at all.

Massively, it turns out.

So I tell her about Universal Horror Nights and everything the two old dudes told me the other day on the bus.

By the time we take our separate positions in Southwest's B group, she's completely stoked about going with her friends to experience Universal's Horror Nights.

Not your boyfriend? I ask.

No... she says. He's not into horror.

Oh well. Nobody's perfect. 😉

Next to us in line are also a couple young guys who regale us with tales of being stuck in different cities on their way home. They assure us, though, that it's always on second legs this happens.

Thank God.

In Denver, we're joined in the B group line of our connecting flight by the University of Washington's women's soccer team, fresh off a win against Air Force at Cadet Soccer Stadium, Colorado Springs, Colorado.

It's a notable experience simply for the fact we've never taken a flight with an entire sports team before. Or any kind of team or group, for that matter.

In the end, our flights home are uneventful which is just how we like 'em. Kimmer works on her doctoral studies while I sort and filter all the photographs from this morning and make more progress on the book I brought with me as these final hours of Day 7 close out our wedding anniversary celebration vacation.

Amen.

😊

[fullcravings]

Homemade Butterbeer Ice Cream

[anxiousgiraffe7]

Treat Yourself!

I know I post a lot about healthy eating and nutrition, but it’s also important to eat foods that make you happy! I tried to make sure to embrace this as well on my recent trip to Universal Orlando and I had some amazing food! Some of the highlights included a giant soft pretzel my friend and I split at the NBC Grille and a cookies n’ cream sundae I tried at Toothsome’s Chocolate Emporium, both of which are at University’s City Walk! We also had the chance to try some of the creative flavors at VooDoo Donuts, I tried the spicy chili flavor and it was pretty good! Within the theme parks I also had the chance to try butter beer which was really fun as well as a chocolate covered s’more! Universal really has a huge selection of sweet and savory treat options!

[lovelylittlesiren]

i miss making and selling ice cream, damn these strict laws lol

look how delicious all my creations looked 😍🥺 one day ill own my own ice cream company, im giving myself 5 years at most to get my shit together and save.

[babisawyer]

so painful knowing that I have the stomach of an 85 year old man.

[winnie1emon]

“I’m a man now”

lorenzo berkshire x american!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 1.3k

cw: mdni!! kind of childhood friends to lovers, sort of rekindling, cursing, heavy makeout, sexual language, tiniest bit of fluff (?)

an: lowkey not proofread since I did this instead of sleeping, first piece of work on this blog, title may or may not be a play on louis’ role in enola holmes haha

As sweat began to bead on your forehead, you shielded your eyes from the raging sun, watching the ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour melt in your hand. In your other hand, were bags of books, a new set of robes, and a brand new cauldron for you to start your final year of education but first school year at Hogwarts after having transferred from Ilvermorny. 

You turned your head to look behind yourself, seeing your mom chatting animatedly with her friend who you know to be Mrs. Berkshire. You remembered her obscurely from the summers she would spend in America when you were younger, bringing along her son– Lorenzo.

Lorenzo was walking beside his mother, casually eating his ice cream without a care in the world. You used to spend time with him as kids in the summer, but it had been about 5 years and you definitely had suspicions about his newfound personality. Despite your mother's insistence on you rekindling your friendship with the seemingly sweet Lorenzo, you spent most of the afternoon purposefully walking ahead of him or trailing slowly behind him. Stopping at a trashcan to wipe your hands with a tissue and throw away the remainder of your ice cream cone, you’re startled when your mother suddenly speaks to you. 

“Got everything you need?” She asks, placing a hand on your back. Regaining your breath, you turned to her, wiping off a bit of sweat on your forehead. 

“Yeah, mom, scared me. Can we go now? It’s terrible out here,” you complained, squinting at the sun. You looked around the bustling environment of Diagon Alley and saw Lorenzo staring at you from the corner of your eye. He stood there, tall and handsome, the sun hitting him in all the right ways. You shut your eyes for a second before opening them back up at your mom in an attempt to distract yourselves from his appearance. 

“Mhm, we’re going to stop by the Leaky Cauldron first though, Lorenzo’s hungry,” she told you. Noticing the hesitant nod you gave her, she added, “Y/n.. you guys used to be such great little friends, why don’t you sit beside him once we sit down to eat?” A slight frown formed on your face as you mumbled a small sure and began to walk towards the Leaky Cauldron with your mom, Lorenzo and his mother following behind. 

As the four of you entered the pub, your mother sat beside Lorenzo’s, giving you a knowing smile. You dubiously took the seat beside Lorenzo, averting your gaze, determined to stare at your mother’s eyebrows and zone out. You’re brought back to reality as Mrs. Berkshire orders. “Three butterbeers and a, uh hot tea for me please,” she smiled at the waiter. The moment the waiter left, you realized it would be the most awkward wait ever, so you excused yourself.

“Just going to use the bathroom real quick.” 

You entered the small, dingy bathroom that was dimmed, noticing the lack of foot space. You looked in the mirror, dabbing off a bit of the extra sweat you had from outside off your chest with some toilet paper. You reached down to your low-rise jeans, fishing your lipgloss out of your pocket. Reapplying the lipgloss, you saw the door open behind you through the mirror and flinched, turning around immediately, hands behind you, resting on the sink. “Holy shit! Who the fuck..” you huffed out, holding your hand to your heart. “Lorenzo. Why would you–?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he smiled, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Mhm, coming into the bathroom unannounced; a sure way to lull someone into comfort,” you retorted. “Wh-what are you even doing here?” You furrowed your brows in confusion, staring at his face. 

“You know,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “Just wanted to see why you were avoiding me.”

“Avoiding you?” you asked incredulously. “There’s no reason for me to avoid you,” you added defensively. “What, you thought I was too scared to talk to you this whole time?”

“Look, there’s no,” he scoffed. “--there’s no need to lie,” he grinned, stepping closer, and you could almost convince yourself that he gazed at the sweat glistening on your chest momentarily. “You don’t have to tell me, it’s fine.” You furrowed your brows from his change of heart and said nothing. “So,” he exhaled. “What have you been up to?"

“Nothing really… bit bummed I had to move, but it’s whatever now,” you shrugged, grateful for the change in direction. “You?” 

“Yeah same, nothing too. Why don’t you like it here?” Lorenzo asked. 

“Dunno… seems a bit boring here. Plus all the guys I’ve seen so far– they seem so immature. The amount of yelling I heard in Flourish and Blotts; insanity.,” you groaned. “They’re all just little boys to me honestly.” Your eyes darted around the bathroom, pursing your lips slightly. 

“Pfft, yeah. I get what you mean, some of them are horrible.”

“They were like you when you used to come over to America,” you teased, a small smile forming on your face. “A complete twit as you people call it.”

“Please,” he sighed. “I’m a man now.”

“Mmm, uh huh,” you nodded hesitantly. The mood somehow shifted, the air becoming palpable. “I’m sure you are.” You gave him half a smile, teasingly. To your surprise, Lorenzo stepped forward, taking one of your hands into both of his and looked into your eyes.

“Missed you.” He said that so casually, the words coming out of his mouth like he had been itching to say those words for an eternity. Taken aback by the change of tone, you paused for a few seconds before saying,

“I missed you too. You’re quite handsome now; did you know?"

Lorenzo placed a hand on your jaw, lightly rubbing it. “Y’think so? Cause you’re not so bad yourself.” Your lips parted slightly, but no sound came out of your mouth. His eyes darted around your face, from your eyes, to your lips, even to your flushing cheeks. 

“Lorenzo?” You asked, receiving a quiet hm from him in return. “What are you doing?” you asked, unable to contain a giddy grin. 

“I mean, I think I’m about to kiss you, but I’m not entirely sure,” he answered cheekily. 

“Oh, just do it you absolute twat,” you sighed.

 And that he did. Lorenzo met your lips with his own, his hand snaking around your back. The kisses, at first, were light, you guys pulling away every so often to catch your breaths before he started to kiss you sloppily with increased fervor.

His hands trailed from your back, one resting on your waist, the other reaching down to your ass. You let out a small gasp in surprise, biting your lips to suppress a moan as he reeled you closer to him, grasping at your ass. Pulling your lips away from his, forehead to forehead, he met your surprised look with a coy smile before grazing your swollen lips once more, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

As he pushed your back into the sink, you pulled away, both of your breathing ragged, some stray strands of hair sticking to your face. “Hey…” you exhaled out. “Don’t you think our moms are getting suspicious since we’re taking so long?” You gave him a dazed look, wiping off the excess lipgloss from his lips with your thumb.

“Nah, I told them I was going upstairs to see a friend who’s staying here,” he said, his body still yearning for your touch. 

“Well, what about me?” you questioned. ‘Wh-what will I say?” 

“Just say you blew up the toilet or something…” he teased, his face still tinged with a rosy hue. “I’m kidding, I’m very mature.”

You bit back a giggle, rolling your eyes. “You’re really not, you are making me enjoy my move much, much more.”

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[jadeshifting]

— PLACES TO SCRIPT (HOGSMEADE)

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🪼 — THE HOGSMEADE TROLLEY glides through the village on invisible tracks, its smooth wooden exterior adorned with shimmering silver and gold filigree and glowing lanterns that cast a warm, inviting light. Enchanted to give off the sounds of lightly ringing bells, you can hear it coming from a block away, and it carries passengers from one end of town to the other without needing a driver Inside. Riders can sit in cushioned seats to enjoy their journey, or more haphazardly stand or hang off the side while holding onto the bar

🪼 — THE SORCERER’S SCONE is a charming bakery tucked away in a cobblestone corner of Hogsmeade, where the sweet scent of fresh pastries and the soft glow of fairy lights lure passersby inside. The shelves are always stocked with warm, buttery croissants, cakes that shimmer with enchantments, and delicate sugar cookies shaped like miniature broomsticks

🪼 — VELVET & LACE is Hogsmeade’s premier formal wear boutique, offering a dazzling collection of enchanted gowns, tailored robes, and wizarding suits. Each garment is crafted to ensure a perfect fit, making it the most-wanted destination before any dance or event. The shop’s opulent interior, adorned with floating mirrors and soft candlelight, makes every visit feel like a step into a royal castle

🪼 — FLOREAN’S FROSTED FLAVORS is a cozy ice cream parlor known for its enchanted scoops that sparkle, swirl, and sometimes change colors. With a constantly changing menu of magical flavors like Butterbeer Swirl and Fizzing Chocolate Chip, it’s a favorite spot for students and locals alike. The atmosphere is warm and filled with the soft hum of chatter and the occasional laughter from the enchanted toppings misbehaving

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🪼 — THE ENCHANTED EASEL is a whimsical arts and crafts shop where paints shimmer with magical hues and quills sketch on their own. Shelves overflow with supplies from self-weaving yarn to enchanted parchment that animates drawings. It’s a hot spot for creative witches and wizards seeking the right materials for all their different hobbies

🪼 — MAGIC MIRROR is a luxurious shop nestled in Hogsmeade, offering a wide range of magical makeup, hair products, and skincare potions. With shimmering shelves stocked with enchanted creams and shimmering powders, customers can indulge in the finest products, crafted to bring out their inner radiance with a little magical help

🪼 — THE QUAFFLE CLOSET is a cozy, no-frills shop tucked away on a side street in Hogsmeade, offering an eclectic collection of secondhand robes, dresses, and accessories at remarkably low prices. The shelves are stacked with vibrant, well-loved garments from past seasons, with charms used to make them look refreshed. Though humble, it’s a favorite spot for students looking to snag a deal or find something truly unique

🪼 — PRIMWICK’S PIES is a cozy, magical pizzeria in Hogsmeade, where wood-fired pizzas are crafted with enchanted ingredients and topped with a multitude of flavors. The rustic interior is warm and inviting, with bubbling cauldrons of sauce and enchanted ovens that hum with a gentle, glowing heat

🪼 — THE BLOOMING BOUGH is a charming florist shop where blooms thrive in year round, regardless of the season. Enchanted roses change color with your mood, and whispering vines curl gently around curious hands. The air is filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and the skill of the florists make it a favorite stop for romantic gestures and seasonal celebrations

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🪼 — SHEAR DELIGHT is a cozy, inviting hair salon and barbershop in Hogsmeade where both wizards and witches come for trims and new styles. The atmosphere is lively and friendly, endless amounts of gossip is spilled between stylist and client, and customers leave looking their best

🪼 — OPAL & ONYX is a charming jeweler’s shop in Hogsmeade, its windows sparkling with an array of enchanted rings, necklaces, and bracelets that catch the light in mesmerizing ways. Each piece is crafted by hand, many are imbued with protective charms. Whether seeking a gift or a personal keepsake, the shop offers something for every occasion

🪼 — MOONLIT MYSTIC is nestled between two towering oak trees at the outskirts of town, draped in rich velvet curtains and flickering candlelight. Inside, an ornate crystal ball rests on a velvet cushion, surrounded by ancient tarot decks and incense smoke that dances in the air. You can pay to have your fortune told here, though it’s still unconfirmed whether the elderly witch is a talented divinator, or a scammer

🪼 — THE SALTY TIDE is a cozy seafood restaurant in Hogsmeade, where the air is thick with the scent of freshly caught fish and magically created ocean breezes whistle through the windows. Its rustic wooden tables and softly glowing lanterns illuminate the walls, which are lined with aquariums filled with shimmering fish. The menu features a variety of magical and muggle-inspired seafood dishes

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[hp-hcs]

I don’t know what came over me but this came to me in a dream, Yandere Theodore x Male Reader x Yandere Enzo. The reader is notoriously oblivious like cannot take a hint unless you kiss him and even then he still might not get it. In my dream Theo and Enzo were all over him with affection and then he would be like “wow you guys must love affection! I’ll gladly do that for my friends! :D” in my dream he was a Gryffindor but you can put reader wherever.

it’s literally me 🥹 you could make out with me and i’d still be like “im so glad we’re such close friends!”

also this is like really short but wtv

requests open

our dumbass darling — yandere! theodore nott x gn! oblivious! gryffindor! reader x yandere! enzo berkshire

warnings: implied sexual content? (no detail, post-sex scene)

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“And Snape was like- oh! Hiya, Teddy!” You giggled when Theo wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, and picking you up to spin you around once before setting you back down.

“Come along, love,” Theodore said smoothly, shooting Neville Longbottom—whom you’d been chatting with—a rather dirty look.

You had to jog to keep up with his long strides, glancing behind you apologetically at Neville. “Teddy, slow down, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, darling. Just don’t like other boys… looking at you.”

You giggle, scrunching up your nose. “Well obviously other boys are gonna look at me, Teddy. This is a big school, and it’s common courtesy to make eye contact with whomever you’re speaking with.”

“Don’t care,” he grumbled, putting an arm around your waist as you walked, his hand low on your hip.

“You’re the only one who does,” you shake your head. “None of my other friends are as overprotective as you.”

He scoffs. “What can I say? I’m just a really caring… friend.”

~~~

“Y/N! There you a- whose sweater is that?”

You look down, smoothing your hands down the front of your red knit sweater with a large golden ‘G’ on it. “Oh! George Weasley’s. He took me to Hogsmeade today, isn’t that sweet? He wouldn’t let me pay for my own butterbeer either! And then it got a bit cold, so he loaned me his sweater. He is just such a good friend, isn’t he?”

Enzo stared at you for a long moment, as if he was trying to tell if you were joking. “Right. Friend.”

You nod obliviously, grinning cheerily.

“Well I don’t like it,” Enzo harrumphs. “Red’s not your color.”

“I’m in Gryffindor, Enzy.”

“You look better in green,” he insists, tugging off his hoodie and handing it to you with an attempt at a charismatic grin. “Now, why don’t you take off that, and wear this instead?”

You shrug, pulling on his hoodie over top of George’s sweater. “I can layer up.”

Enzo frowned, but at least his hoodie—his Quidditch team hoodie with a large BERKSHIRE written on the back—was covering up that horrendous ‘G’.

~~~

“Good morning, Teddy!”

“Morning, love.”

Draco pretends to swoon as you reach across the table to grab a piece of toast. “Oh! Teddy~”

Theodore has the most humorless expression on his face, his distinct ‘dead eyes’ looked like they were plotting his murder as his gaze swung over to Malfoy.

Draco shut up quickly.

“You don’t ever get to call me that,” he says gruffly. “Only they can.”

Draco nods mutely, staring resolutely down at his plate and avoiding all eye contact.

~~~

“Hi, love,” Enzo sighs, flopping down on his stomach onto the library’s couch, his feet hanging off the edge and his head in your lap.

“Hi, Enzy,” you murmur, not looking up from your book as you start carding your fingers through his hair.

He lets out a pleased purr, his eyes falling shut.

You sit in a comfortable silence for a bit before Enzo suddenly speaks.

“Go out with me.”

“Out?” You ask, puzzled, as you look away from your book and down at him. “Out where?”

His eyes remain closed as he mumbles into your stomach, “Fortescue’s?”

“Sure,” you shrug. “I love ice cream. Ooh! We should invite Panz and Matty too!”

His eyes open slowly and he sighs. “Y/N.”

“Mhm?”

“I’m asking you out on a date. Romantically.”

“Oh!” You look bewildered. “Oh- no one’s ever asked me out before.”

“Yes they have. Like, multiple times a week.”

“Really?” You look absolutely stunned.

Enzo rolls over to lay on his back, his head still in your lap and looking up at you. “Are you even… aware that Theodore likes you?”

“Teddy?”

“Yeah, darlin’. Teddy and I’ve both been in love with you since like, first year.”

“First year?!”

“…yes, love. I’m pretty sure ninety-five percent of the school is under the impression that we’re dating.”

“What??”

“I literally kissed you at the Yule Ball.”

“I thought that was in like, a friendly way!”

“How??”

~~~

You pant heavily, sweaty and exhausted but content. Theo’s chest heaves with exertion as he rolls over onto his stomach, tossing an arm over your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck.

Enzo follows suit, pressing a kiss to your forehead and settling down beside you, his fingers drawing random shapes on your outer thigh.

You wait a moment before asking, “So does this mean you guys are like… into me?”

“…Y/N.”

[mizimuse]

How they flirts(and failed miserably)||Slytherin boys+Pansy edition

Draco Malfoy

Thinks he’s the next Casanova but ends up sounding like a confused goblin

“So, uh, do you like... um, Quidditch? Because I’m really good at, uh, flying. My dad says I’m practically the best!” Can we get a round of applause for the confidence?

Compliments are his specialty, but they always have a catch.

“You look almost decent today. Did you borrow that robe from someone who actually has style?” Thanks for the backhanded compliment, Draco!

When trying to impress you, he ends up revealing his biggest weakness: pumpkin juice.

“Did you know I can drink two gallons of pumpkin juice in one sitting? Impressive, right?!” You’re definitely setting the bar high for romance!

Ends every conversation with an exit so dramatic it could win an Oscar.

“Fine! I didn’t want to discuss feelings anyway!” And he slams the door like he’s in a soap opera.

Mattheo Riddle

Wears a leather jacket and tries to act cool but just looks like he’s auditioning for a rock band.

“Your beauty is like a rare potion... uh, that I can’t quite brew, so I’ll just stare at you awkwardly” So smooth, Mattheo.

Serenades you with his guitar, but it sounds like a banshee wailing.

“Close your eyes and pretend it’s beautiful! I’m going for the ‘hauntingly tragic’ vibe”

Gets lost in his own metaphors, and you’re just there, confused.

“You’re like a unicorn in a world of goblins—magical but also, like, why are you here?”

Acts all tough but is secretly a marshmallow.

“If you ever need someone to cry with during a rom-com, I’m your guy... but only after I finish this pint of ice cream”

Theodore Nott

Sweet and shy, but when he tries to flirt, you can’t tell if he’s asking for directions.

“Hey, I just wanted to say, uh, your eyes are, um, really shiny? Like, super shiny-Not like my shoes, which are just... well, shoes.”

Blushes harder than a tomato, and you can practically see the steam rising.

“I was totally not staring at you! Just, um, observing the ceiling.It’s very... ceiling-like.”

His flirting attempts are like a train wreck; you can’t look away.

“Would you want to... um, go to Hagrid’s hut? It’s, uh, cozy and stuff.Maybe with, like, butterbeer?”

Tries to show off his magical skills but ends up summoning his own sock instead.

“Look! I can do magic! Uh, wait, that’s my sock. Let’s pretend that was planned”

Blaise Zabini

Struts around like he’s in a muggle music video, but his pick-up lines are straight out of a 90s rom-com.

“You must be a Quidditch player because you just scored in my heart! Or maybe that’s just the butterbeer talking?”

His flirty banter is so cringe, you wonder if he’s doing it for a laugh.

“If you were a potion, you’d be Amortentia... because you smell like my grandma’s old perfume, which is kind of nostalgic mama”

Thinks he’s mysterious, but really he’s just a goofball in a cloak.

“I’m like a dragon; I can breathe fire! But don’t worry, I only use it on enemies... and the occasional snack”

Gets distracted mid-flirt, and you’re left wondering what just happened.

“So, you’re like really pretty, but have you seen my new broomstick? It’s, like, super fast! Like me... when I’m late to class”

Tom Riddle

Tries to act like he’s from a gothic novel, but really, he’s just a dramatic puppy.

Compliments from him are rare and sound like he’s reciting an ancient curse.“Your hair... it’s... um, not terrible. I suppose it suits you.”

When you trip or drop your books, he doesn’t rush to help; he just raises an eyebrow, and you can practically feel the frostbite.

“You should really work on your coordination. It’s quite pathetic, really.”

Thinks he’s being suave but is really just awkwardly intense.

You’d think he has a heart of ice, but there are moments when he catches you looking at him, and a flicker of something soft flashes in his eyes.

“What are you staring at? It’s not like I’m the best thing here. There are better things—like this book I’m reading.”

His idea of romance? Bringing you a cursed object and telling you, “It’s dangerous. Just like me. But I thought you’d appreciate the thrill.”

“I’m not trying to be charming. This is just who I am. But... you can keep the cursed object if you want. No strings attached.”

Pansy Parkinson

Flirts by roasting you harder than a marshmallow over a campfire.

“Oh, you think you’re cute? Sweetie, even my house-elf has more charm than you”

Compliments sound like they’re laced with sarcasm and glitter.

“You look fabulous today.Did you finally figure out how to dress, or did you just lose a bet?”

Has a way of turning every flirtation into a playful fight.

“I dare you to ask me out. Or are you too scared? I won’t bite... unless it’s dinner”

Always has a backup plan and can pivot her flirtation to pure chaos.

“If you don’t want to date me, that’s fine! I’ll just set you up with Draco. Good luck with that; he’s secretly a ferret”

[m00nkissedlover]

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ cafe luvstruck menu: masterlist!

"the pink light vividly painted you, beautiful you~"

please enjoy a dessert of your choice from our delicious menu!

🧸= fluff, 🎟️= angst, 🐚= mild spice, 🍥= hurt/ comfort

requests ➜ open! | feel free to place an order! [please check my pinned intro for what fandoms i write for and what i'm accepting (and denying) w/ requests]

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ beverages: animamga ($3.06)

top picks: matcha (hot or iced), taro milk tea, and asian pear tea (hot or iced)

❀˖°sketches {gregory violet- black butler} 🧸

❀˖°convenience {yoru- gokurakugai} 🧸

❀˖°infinity {chishiya- alice in borderland} 🎟️

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top flavors: caramel apple, blueberry, and tarte au chocolat

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❀˖°sweet dreams {leona kingscholar} 🧸

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❀˖°rings {divus crewel} 🧸

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top flavors: strawberry, cherry, and plum

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❀˖°heartache {lee} 🎟️

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top flavors: cinnamon and vanilla, opera, and strawberry shortcake

❀˖°dream of me {paul atreides} 🐚

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❀˖°good mornings {paul atreides} 🧸

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top flavors: butterbeer, sticky toffee, and chocolate chili

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❀˖°the plan {regulus black} 🧸

❀˖°sick day {regulus black} 🧸

❀˖°love in full bloom {regulus black} 🧸

❀˖°cat's first snow {regulus black} 🧸

❀˖°midnight kisses {regulus black} 🐚

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top picks: pistachio baklava, palmiers, and eclairs

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[aquaticlime]

EMMA'S SHIFTMAS

DAY 12. WHAT’S YOUR DR WINTER DRINK OF CHOICE? 

In my Marauders and Charlie Weasley DR's, my ultimate winter indulgence is a steaming mug of hot butterbeer. The rich, buttery flavor, combined with hints of butterscotch and a frothy top, creates a cozy warmth that encapsulates the essence of a magical winter's day.

In my MCU, Descendants and TASM DR's, nothing quite compares to the comforting embrace of a freshly brewed mug of hot chocolate. This decadent drink is elevated with a hefty swirl of peppermint whipped cream, its coolness perfectly contrasting the velvety cocoa beneath. Sprinkled on top are tiny, colorful rainbow marshmallows, the kind that melt immediately upon contact with the hot beverage.

In my fame, and theater DR's, I savor the delightful combination of a classic mug of hot chocolate, rich and smooth, alongside an ice-cold Coke made with real sugar.

Finallly in my LotR and royalty DR's, my favorite holiday drink is a root beer float made with premium aged vanilla root beer and a generous scoop of freshly made vanilla bean ice cream.

masterlist ✩ main masterlist

[sychenb]

Ginger beer + vanilla ice cream + butterscotch syrup is what I envision butterbeer to taste like.

(I’ve yet to try it with marshmallow fluff)

I know there’s recipes out there that have butter, heavy cream, syrup etc. but that sounds a wee bit too sweet for my liking and I already have so many food intolerances , that’s the equivalent crucio-ing my guts.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Around the Corner (Part 8)

Oliver puts his plan into action and the Reader makes a surprising- and wonderful- discovery.

Oliver Wood x Ravenclaw!Reader

3.3k words

Part 7

Warnings: lots of fluff, dialogue taken directly from ‘You’ve Got Mail’ because Nora Ephron is the best

A/N: Here it is, the finale! Thank you so much for reading. This might be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I’m really sad to be done, but I’m super excited to share this story with you 💕

~

A few more weeks passed of Oliver sending letters back and forth with Y/N. He took care to avoid the topic of meeting during that time and provided only non-committal answers to her questions.

In the meantime, he enjoyed his budding friendship with the girl he now willingly admitted he was absolutely infatuated with. The two found themselves spending a lot of time together; sometimes they talked about the pen pal situation, with Oliver coming up with more and more ridiculous explanations about who the pen pal was, but more often than not they talked about everyday things like quidditch, their classes, what they did at home during the summer. And Oliver relished every opportunity to get to talk to Y/N as himself, no hiding behind letters; just Oliver.

This new normal led to a Saturday morning sitting by the lake, enjoying the bright sunshine and no impending quidditch matches or tests. Oliver had set down his sweatshirt on the grass for Y/N to sit on and laid himself down on his back, propped on his elbows. He glanced up at Y/N, pretending that he wasn’t soaking in every drop of her beauty.

“Alright, what’d he say?”

A smile spread across Y/N’s face as she unfolded her latest letter. “Read for yourself.”

Pretending he had not just written this exact letter, Oliver skimmed the parchment quickly. “This afternoon?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t too obvious in his acting. Y/N nodded enthusiastically as Oliver handed the letter back to her. “On the quidditch field. How romantic.”

“He knows it’s pretty much my favorite place on the grounds,” she explained, folding the note back up and sticking it in her jeans pocket.

Oliver gazed at her, admiring the slight flush in her cheeks and the sparkle in her eye, thinking about how he’d grown to love so much about her these last few weeks; the way the stuck her tongue out slightly when she was deep in thought, her knack for just the right trivia fact or book reference to sprinkle into a conversation, the head tilt she swore she did not do when she was focused on whatever task was at hand. Then there was her confidence, whether on the quidditch pitch, in the classroom, or just goofing around in front of her friends; her bold kindness, not soft or gentle like other people Oliver knew, but an aggressive love she showed to the people she cared about; and of course, her physical beauty, which he’d always begrudgingly admitted to noticing, but now fully basked in. All these things combined into one incredible person that Oliver wished he had known all these years. Merlin, he’d wasted too much time.

As he studied her, Oliver began to wonder. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Hmm?” She looked down at Oliver, smiling what he now thought of as a dazzling smile. “What’s up?”

He thought a moment, choosing his words with care. “D’you ever think, if you weren’t you, and I wasn’t me, if things hadn’t been broken for so long…” He trailed off with a shrug, looking up into her eyes, seeing the same pondering expression he knew his held.

She hummed thoughtfully and turned her gaze to the lake. “We would’ve been friends sooner,” she supposed. “Best friends, probably.” With a shrug, she looked back down at Oliver.

Oliver sat up now, nodding. “Best friends,” he echoed. He met her eyes, searching them for a reaction as he continued. “And one day, I would’ve looked at you, and something in my head would just click.” He snapped his fingers. “And I’d ask you out for a butterbeer, or ice cream, or dinner… and I wouldn’t have been able to wait until the end of the date to lean in for that first kiss.”

There it was, the very thing he was hoping for: a deep flush in her cheeks, her eyes widening slightly with each word out of his mouth.

“Oliver…” she sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear; a nervous habit of hers, Oliver had discovered. She let out the smallest chuckle, clearly lost for words.

He continued. “And we would’ve never been at war, we’d never played those stupid pranks on each other, or said a cruel word to one another. The only thing we’d fight about would be whose common room to hang out in on a Friday night.”

A tiny smile formed on those lips Oliver found himself staring at far too often. “Now, who fights about a silly thing like that?” she asked quietly.

Oliver shook his head gently. “Some people. Not us.”

“We would never,” she agreed.

“If only,” he sighed, almost too quiet to hear.

A pause filled the air, along with the electricity between the two of them. Somewhere in the distance they could hear the sounds of people chattering and hanging out, but in this moment, they were in a world of their own. Oliver almost wished he could freeze this moment, where they were on the same page, both wishing they could somehow turn back time and do things differently. Do things right.

She cleared her throat, starting to get up. “I… I should go, er, get ready-”

Oliver took her hand, urging her to sit back down. “Well, let me ask you something.” Y/N resumed her seat, her cheeks still deep red. Oliver took a breath before continuing. “How can you forgive this guy for standing you up, and not forgive me for this tiny little thing… of making your life miserable since we were twelve?” His hand reached up to gently touch her cheek, which was just as soft as he expected it to be, if not a bit warm. He dipped his head, looking up at her through his lashes. “Oh, how I wish you would.”

They stared at each other, Oliver’s hand still on her cheek. He could see the rapid calculations going on behind her eyes, the same way she would look around the quidditch pitch to find an open teammate to pass to. He could almost swear he saw some tears there, too.

She swallowed hard. “I really have to go,” she finally whispered.

Oliver let go. “Yeah. You don’t want to be late.”

When Y/N stood up, Oliver could see her legs shaking slightly. She bent down and picked up Oliver’s hoodie, handing it to him. “I’ll see you later?” It was more question than statement.

“Of course,” Oliver answered with a small smile, taking the balled up sweatshirt. “I want to hear all about your meeting.”

The tension in Y/N’s shoulders relaxed a bit. “Really?”

Oliver nodded. “Absolutely. Believe me, Y/N, I want you to be happy.”

“Thank you, Oliver.” She turned and walked away briskly, her head down, arms crossed. About halfway across the grass, she turned and looked back at Oliver, who offered a tiny wave.

Once she turned back around and continued towards the castle, Oliver checked the watch on his wrist. He jumped up; he had somewhere to be as well.

~

“I have nothing to wear,” I grumbled as I dug through my trunk, poking through various pairs of jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters that were tucked in among my uniforms, undoing the house-elves’ meticulous folding.

“Want to borrow something of mine?” Penelope distractedly offered from her spot on her bed, where she copied notes from a textbook, watching my panic with only vague interest.

I shook my head. “You don’t have anything to wear either.” Closing my eyes, I paused my search and turned to face Penelope. “Crap. I’m sorry, Pen. I didn’t mean-”

She waved me off, unbothered. “You’re fine,” she chuckled. “You’re nervous.”

“Very,” I admitted, turning my attention back to my trunk. “Seriously, what is wrong with me? Why do I have such rubbish taste in clothes?”

“Okay, okay, I’m here to rescue you.” Maggie stood in the doorway, hands behind her back. “Wear. This.” With a flourish, she revealed the same little blue dress I’d worn to the party in the Gryffindor common room.

The tip of my nose grew warm just thinking of that party. “I dunno Maggie…”

She shoved the dress at me. “You look great in it. I remember the look on Wood’s face when you were wearing that thing. And he wasn’t the only guy looking. I promise, you’re gonna knock this boy’s socks off.”

I stared down at the dress in my hands. It was a cute dress. And there was no denying, especially after this morning, that Oliver had clearly liked the way I looked in it; shouldn’t this guy like it too?

“Fine, fine,” I grumbled, suppressing a grin. “I’ll wear the dress.”

About fifteen minutes later, I stared at myself in the mirror, unable to help admiring how I looked. The dress was even more flattering that I remembered, I’d put on a touch of makeup, and Penelope had done something miraculous to my hair. I slipped on a pair of sneakers, which Maggie assured me was just cute and casual enough.

I gave a quick twirl in front of my friends. “What do we think?”

“Approved,” Maggie declared, giving a thumbs up.

“Very cute,” Penelope agreed, a smile on her face.

With a deep breath and a wave to the girls, I walked out the door and began what I knew would be a long walk to the quidditch pitch.

~

Oliver sat on his bed, parchment in hand. Of all the letters he and Y/N had exchanged, this was the one that mattered the most. He’d read it so many times he lost count; but he just had to read it once more.

Dear Oliver-

I’ve got to tell you before I explode: I’m mad about you. Absolutely over the moon.

You’re the best-looking boy in our year, by far. You have the most beautiful eyes, and your smile lights up any room. When you look at me, I feel like I could melt. And when you talk to me, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest.

I’ve liked you since our very first day of Hogwarts. I don’t think you remember the first time we saw each other, but I remember it clear as day. You were looking for a seat on the train, and our eyes locked for a brief moment. You didn’t sit with me, but I wish you had.

I don’t know if you like me back, but I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re amazing Oliver. And I know you’re going to be a famous quidditch player in the future. I can’t wait to watch you play in the Quidditch World Cup someday.

I’m not going to tell you who I am- yet. Maybe someday I will. And maybe someday you’ll like me as much as I like you.

-Your Secret Admirer

Oliver smoothed the parchment carefully, letting the words wash over him. She’d liked him so much. It was painfully clear looking back; that little twelve-year-old girl used to talk to him every chance she got, asked him questions she definitely already knew the answer to, and he’d caught her staring at him on more than one occasion. He remembered now how, after he’d cruelly read the letter in front of everyone, she stopped talking to him. When he tried to tease her the way he often did, she’d snapped at him. He then decided she was a stuck-up snob, and thus their war began.

But there it was, in his hands, proof that, at least for a moment in time, she had been desperately in love with him. And Oliver was ready to find out if she could be again.

~

Has the pitch always been this far? I asked myself as I walked. Somehow, in my quidditch robes with my teammates, it had always seemed like a short stroll from Ravenclaw tower or the Great Hall. But now? I felt like I was hiking across the country.

On my way I saw some people out and about, enjoying the day; I ignored the curious glances from some classmates who were clearly thrown off by my not-so-typical outfit choice. In the distance, I could see the familiar stands and hoops, so I focused my attention there instead of the looks on people’s faces.

Despite the excruciatingly long walk, I stood before the entrance to the pitch much sooner than I had anticipated. My palms became wet as my face warmed up. Would he be there this time? Or was I about to be disappointed all over again?

For the millionth time in the last few weeks, my thoughts tiptoed away from my pen pal to Oliver Wood. He was the first boy I’d ever written a love letter to, after all. Part of me wondered if I’d done the right thing by the lake, choosing this meeting over him. I shoved down the queasy feeling in my stomach, willing myself to ignore the question.

Instead, I walked boldly onto the field, eyes scanning the green for any sign of life. I was a bit surprised to find that no one was hanging out in the stands and that none of the teams took advantage of the free day to practice; in the back of my head I supposed that only Oliver and I were that excessive.

It felt strange to walk around an empty pitch, but I couldn’t help but enjoy the quiet moment, the calm before the- no, not storm. Something better. Much better, I hoped.

Please come, I begged internally as I walked in a circle in the middle of the field. Don’t let me down again.

As I turned around, I spotted a figure strolling through the entrance of the pitch. My heart nearly stopped as I paused mid-step. With a deep breath, I steadied myself and tried to make out the figure walking towards me. After a moment, I saw them perfectly.

“Oliver!” I called with a laugh. “Come on, get out of here.”

As he got closer, I recognized the expression on his face. It was the one he wore when he had something serious to do; a quidditch match, a big test, asking Professor McGonagall to get the twins out of Saturday detention so they could play. And now he wore it as he approached me, one hand behind his back.

When he stood in front of me, I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing-

“Your favorite holiday is Christmas,” he began slowly. “George Harrison is your favorite Beatle because you think ‘Here Comes the Sun’ is the most beautiful song of all time. You make your mum send you photos of your dog every week because you miss him so much. You played football from the time you could walk, and you and your dad go see a match together every summer.”

“What are you-?”

Before I could finish my question, he pulled his hand out from behind his back, revealing the library’s copy of Pride and Prejudice. “You’ve read all of Jane Austen’s novels, and you’ve read this one every year since you were twelve,” he continued. “And you laugh out loud at Mr. Collins’ stupid comments at dinner and you think ‘I send no compliments to your mother’ is the greatest insult of all time and you cry every time Mr. Darcy says-” He took a deep breath. “‘If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.’”

My body was frozen as he gazed at me expectantly. This recital of facts were all things I had told my pen pal in my letters.

My pen pal.

With a gasp, my hands flew to my mouth as realization dawned on me. For once in my life, I was standing in front of Oliver Wood, speechless. He gave a deep nod as he saw the understanding in my eyes and reached into the book for a piece of parchment.

“And you wrote me this letter in our second year,” he explained slowly, his eyes searching mine for a reaction as he held up the parchment. “A letter I obviously didn’t deserve. And I was cruel, and I hurt you. And you understandably hated me.” He let out a small chuckle and shook his head. “So, now I’m standing in front of you, half agony, half hope, wondering if we could, at the very least, be friends? Because you’ve become one of the most important people in my life, and I dunno what I’d do if- if you stopped talking to me.” He took a deep breath, now finished with his speech. Waiting for my answer.

Before my thoughts could even begin to settle, I lifted myself onto tiptoe to wrap my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. My twelve-year-old self was dancing in circles as Oliver’s lips met mine and his hands found my waist, pulling me closer. His lips were soft against mine, the way I always knew they would be. He let out a small hum into the kiss, the vibration from his chest sending a chill down my spine. He pulled back, planted one more peck on my lips, and smiled at me.

“So you’re not mad?” he asked, leaning his forehead against mine.

“A bit annoyed at myself for not realizing it sooner,” I admitted, laughing. “When did you know it was me?”

“That day at the Three Broomsticks,” he explained. “I saw it was you and… well I almost ran away honestly. But Percy scolded me into going inside.” He bit his lip. “But I was still too cowardly to tell you who I was. ‘m sorry about that.”

I shook my head, which was still reeling. “I don��t blame you,” I assured him. “We… we were awful to each other. It’s like you said this morning, if only things hadn’t been so broken…”

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Just means we have some lost time to make up for.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m game if you are.”

“Have you ever known me to back down from a challenge, Wood?”

Oliver laughed and let go of me, throwing his arm around my shoulders as he led me off the pitch, the book in his free hand at his side. “Come on then. I think I still owe you a drink at the Three Broomsticks.”

We strolled across the green grass and out of the pitch, both of us smiling, breathy chuckles escaping every time we looked at each other- which was a lot. His arm felt good wrapped around me, as if it belonged there.

“Y’know, I’ve got about a million questions,” I informed Oliver as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“And you know I’ll answer all of ’em,” he assured me, planting a kiss on the top of my head, ignoring the gawking stares of everyone we passed by. I knew it would be a while before those stares died down.

“That was a very pretty speech back there,” I teased.

He chuckled as we made our way towards the familiar path to Hogsmeade. “Thanks. Been practicing it all week.”

“Yeah, I especially liked… oh what was it you said?” I feigned thinking for a moment. “‘Half agony, half hope’?” I asked with a smirk. “You also read Persuasion, eh?”

Oliver laughed and pulled me closer. “What can I say? You’ve turned me into a Jane Austen fan. I’m tackling Northanger Abbey next.”

“I told you she’s the best,” I said with a dreamy sigh.

Oliver stopped, wrapping his arms around me like he had on the quidditch pitch. “Yeah, but I think you’re my favorite writer.” He kissed me again; I wondered if I’d ever get used to the fireworks I felt when our lips met. “Promise you’ll still write me love letters?”

“Promise.”

[sims2idea-lientebollemeis2i]

Get Your Sims Spooky with Halloween Custom Content!

Hey Simmers!

Halloween is creeping up, and I’ve got just the thing to get your Sims in the spooky spirit! Over the years, I’ve created loads of custom content for The Sims 2 to bring those Halloween vibes into your game. 🎃 Here’s a look at all the treats I’ve made for this haunting season:

Halloween-Themed Food:

Pumpkin Pie: A classic fall treat for your Sims to enjoy after a long day of trick-or-treating!

Butterbeer Cake: Inspired by the magical world of witches and wizards, perfect for a Halloween feast.

Dukkah Roast Pumpkin Salad: For the Sims who love a good seasonal dish with a twist!

Vintage Pumpkin Ice Cream: A sweet pumpkin-flavored dessert with a vintage flair.

Pumpkin Soup: Warm up your Sims with this cozy, autumnal favorite.

Pumpkin Sub Sandwich: Yes, even sandwiches can be spooky when pumpkins are involved!

Spooky Sims Style:

Stylish Vampire Dress: Your female Sims can now channel their inner gothic mystery with this formal/everyday vampire-inspired look.

Turtle Sweater Dress with Blue Bats: Perfect for the cooler autumn weather, this dress comes with bat-themed details that scream Halloween.

"It’s Halloween" Dress with Sleeves and Boots: This outfit says it all. Ideal for Sims who want to show off their festive spirit in style.

All of these are available for download now! So whether you want to throw a spooky party or dress your Sims in the perfect Halloween outfits, you’re sure to find something here to add that extra charm to your game.

Find them here: http://simfileshare.net/folder/84038/ (Project & Themes - Halloween)

More information: https://s2idownloads.blogspot.com/search/label/SFS%20-%20Projects%20%26%20Themes%20Halloween

[wisteria-blooms]

Your update always make my day/night!!!

How was universal? I hope you had plenty of butterbeer! I know last time I went with my my dad and brother he kept giving us butterbeer throughout the day lol.

I also hope you got to ride Hagrid if you wanted it was a fun ride!

🩵💙🩵💙

Thank you!! That's so good to hear! I hope you're enjoying the series so far, hehe.

Universal was so amazing. We tried doing two parks in one day and it was too much, so obviously, I have to go back... And the butterbeer was so delicious. The cast member playing the train conductor told us to take it on the train as it was going to be a long ride! He was such a cutie.

Hagrid's was so worth the line. The waiting areas are so immersive and the ride was amazing. I loved that and Escape from Gringotts (FOR OBVIOUS REASONS not just because Bill Weasley is there). I was so impressed at everything. We had lunch at the Three Broomsticks and ice-cream at the other park at Florean's. Everything was REAL and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Thank you for asking!! I hope you get to go again if that's in your future plans. <3

[jadeshifting]

— INTRO 2 THE SLYTHERINS

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MATTHEO THOMAS MARVOLO RIDDLE . magic that incinerates its target. fireworks. messy hair. dice and card games. push-ups. charcoal drawings. stack of unreturned library books. steak so rare it’s bloody. insane right hook. late night swims. tall stacks of pancakes. sleeping facedown on homework parchments. perfectly split orange slices.

PANSY PANEGYRIA PARKINSON . freezing cold hands. hair clippings in the sink. espresso martinis. cartwheels. reading by the window while it storms. pears. scribbles of the moon phases. running cannonballs off the dock. sun-bleached bones. jeweled silver earrings. spinning and jumping rather than dancing. plant clippings tucked in pockets.

MILLICENT AUDREY BULSTRODE . pressed flowers in textbook pages. gentle hands. lemon loaf with poppy seeds. light pinky lip gloss. snails. doodling on notes in class. lacy bed canopy. emotional support water bottle. preserved butterfly wings. lotuses floating on the lake. jam-filled cookies. wearing wired earbuds. stockings constantly torn.

LORENZO MASSIMO BERKSHIRE . best tree climber. polished loafers. insanely loud laughing. massive record collection. slow mornings in the greenhouse. poetry books. board games. high fiving everyone. clinking potion bottles. marshmallows. loud snoring. cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. making paper airplanes. half-melted cookie dough ice cream.

BLAISE ORION ZABINI . a hankerchief for other people to use. caramel coffee. murder mystery books. comforting hugs. freshly pressed shirts. bumblebees. unconditionally punctual. long games of chess. pumpkin pasties. sheet music. seems to know something others don’t. impeccable manners. fresh, clean cologne. unfurling the newspaper every morning.

ASTORIA ACANTHYLLIS GREENGRASS . notes in French. seashell collection. the perfect nude lipstick. effortless elegance. going for therapeutic swims. bird baths. silent if she doesn’t have anything to say. yellow roses. mother-of-pearl. sipping matcha. wandering by the lake like a ghost. perfect posture. blackberry jam on croissants. silk pillowcases.

THEODORE TIBERIUS DONATO NOTT . coffee that’s way too strong. the worst chainsmoker. napping everywhere. silver flask. dark chocolate. bowls of blueberries. throwing huge logs in the fire. insane plays during quidditch games. refusing to put shoes on. tall glasses of butterbeer. tattered book spines. wrinkled sweaters. flittering sparrow wings. chocolate muffins.

DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY . silver rings and bracelets. pine candles. forehead creases. deft piano playing hands. perfectly slanted handwriting. the overpowering smell of wand polish. crunchy apples. terribly boring magical theory books. crisply tied parcels. freshly brewed peppermint tea. searching for constellations. crystal decanters of water. tucked bedsheet corners.

DAPHNE CLEOMEDE GREENGRASS . the most poisonous judgemental glare. shiny gold jewelry. too many throw pillows. olive juice. 20-step hair routine. sparkling champagne. cheesecake. unbelievably long bubble baths. crème filled doughnuts for breakfast. jewelry box with a lock and key. powdered sugar. loose silk tops. gold-dusted nails.

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