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YOU'RE TAILOR-MADE FOR THIS DAY AND AGE / BECAUSE YOU'RE POWERLESS AND LOOK LIKE PREY
#I HOPE NO ONES DONE THIS YET#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddauthor#stanford pines#gravity falls stanford#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#gravity falls fiddleford#mesmerizer#gravity falls#book of bill#the book of bill#billford#kind of#ive rebalanced the values in the second pic like 3 times already oh my fucking god
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đłď¸âđ day 3 ~ for the first time i feel
the crack appeared in the exact spot where the blade landed - it was small at first, but it kept growing and growing and growing
#first time animating and OH MY GOD its literally the hardest thing ive ever done in my life#how do you guys do this#but its so fun and it turned out so cool and i like making myself suffer so ill def do it again#destiel pride#destielpride#castiel#castiel fanart#spn art#spn fanart#supernatural fanart#supernatural art#my art
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The Magician - Dorian Pavus
#DORIAN TAROT YAHAHAHA#look i know im like 10 years late to the party but....#ive decided the best thing to do about my burgeoning dorian obsession is to just feed it#new meow meow alert sorry guys#i have a specific vision for his fuck ass haircut#ive never done anything like this before but im really chuffed with how it turned out#god bless river from a week ago that decided to download brushes#im gonna make one for virgil too and maybe bull if i dont tire myself out#also i started a playlist for dorian cause i need relevant music when im painting#dorian pavus#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dai#dragon age fanart#dai fanart#tarot#my art#ok anyways love u bye :-)
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Song - Feel Better by Penelope Scott
#Been thinking about this for a while and I finally did it!#Look at it!#Tbf this song also fits Flowey a LOT#But Chara lives in my brain. so#this is the first time ive done something like this i hope it's good#also if there's any better way to format posts like these tell me cause god knows i do Not know how to use this site#anyways i think about them a lot#im gonna go cry bye#undertale#chara#chara dreemurr#asriel#asriel dreemurr#lyric comic#my art
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GARRUS VAKARIAN: DATABASE IMAGE ACCESS. > PT. 1 : 2160, 2166, 2170. > all files backdated according to user preferences: (terran_coordinated.calendar).
#mass effect#mass effect fanart#garrus vakarian#mass effect garrus#castis vakarian#solana vakarian#turians#alien#palaven#artists on tumblr#illustration#art#scifi#video games#milkyart#garrus retro#I want to make more of these so I'm giving it a tag#headcanons go as such:#turians have a downy coat from birth to toddler age after which actual feathers develop - which molt during puberty.#they're the color of the plates since feathers are modified scales! so for the vakarian siblings they're silvery.#child garrus playing spectre - solana already annoyed by it back then. but hey at least he's using sources for his make believe? nerd#first time castis takes him shooting it's a live target. have fun kid I hope this won't awaken anything in you or do irreparable damage#castis voice: I didn't raise him like this!#well buddy someone did.#also - hard to see but the leaves and tree trunks have a metallic sheen :-)#god this took SO LONG ive never done something quite like this before! also wanted to do landscape for once.#social media is so hostile to this format but I think 3 images is a good workaround#will make a detail post later on... the faces are probably getting fried by tumblr :(#oh I gave castis the comic markings. they look way better and imo make more sense. and we donât talk about me:a here
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do you ever get reminded of a ship, remember a piece of fanart of it that you loved, then after a day long search realize that you just imagined it? and then try to draw it yourself?
prllb btbtt ALT VERISONS
#since im submitting this to radar: hi! my main blog is stupidusernamepolicy. this is my art sideblog#rick and morty#rick & morty#gravity falls#stan pines#stanley pines#rick sanchez#stanchez#rickstan#stanrick#admin draws#fanart#inspired by spinetrick slightly in the color palette because i didnt wanna do a style copy. but i first imagined it as it being THEIR art#dont. dont ask. i have a weird brain. ive done this shit before.#if im not alone PLEASE sound off. its funny but im also like. please dont let me be the only one.#anyeays. i always loved this ship#i know rick ford was the big thing but i personally think its much funnier if theyre rivals and cant stand each other#bc of science ego and personality differences#all the while rick is canoodling with his brother#i feel like theyre a great match in that theyre kind of immature old conmen who are both game for pretty much anything#RIGHT before i posted i caught a shading issue and also that i forgot stan's five o clock shadow. HA#imagine i posted this yesterday before those fixes. god what a nightmare
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fucking hate this guy I want to make him cry so bad.
#my art#Im not 100% sure i could make them cry except p3 dude. i am 100% confident i could make him cry.#postal#postal 2#postal dude#postal 2 dude#ive been drawing him for like 2 months and ive hated all of them. im almost done with a more elaborate one i like way better#i drew this other one with like a full fucking background and i didn tpost it because i hate his face :( im trying to fix it its not workin#rws#p2 dude
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PLEASE LORD HAVE MERCY IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS RN
#HES GOTTA BE A LIL DRUNK#HES SO SEXY HERE#THE#WAY HE SAYS EVERYHTUNG#i had to take a pause#god#please#ive seen what youve done for others#joostice#joost#justice for joost#joost klein#esc netherlands#eurovision netherlands#netherlands#choost klain
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test my luck ę˘žęŁ mattheo riddle.
summary: enemy to lovers! Mattheo and y/n have been each other's biggest haters since year 1, they're in their final year at Hogwarts. Mattheo finally pushes y/n to the edge, with his venomous words and guilt tactics.
pairing: enemy! mattheo x fem ravenclaw! reader
warnings: not for the faint of heart! mature themes/language. mentions of abuse. slow burn? bullying angst!! oh my god angst, but ends with some bittersweet fluff I promise! attempted suicide sorry (after reading this back, i dont mean it to be manipulation or to glorify or romanticize but! shit!! for a plot?)
note: i haven't written anything in literal years, the pov is going to shift a lot so bear with me. i honestly just lost any sense of motivation. but something in me just bloomed. you wont see any hp things on this blog it is my journal and i feel like sharing! maybe a part 2 in the making. if this gets enough response.
word count: 6,828
(slightly not really proofread or fan fact checked? if that's a thing ha)
playlist: should i create..? you know damn well the smiths would be in it! like Bigmouth Strikes Again?? that is mattheo!
reblogs & comments are so appreciated! i hope you enjoy <3
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It was the start of your last year of Hogwarts, it was an okay time. You personally didnât get into too much trouble, you liked to stick by yourself for the most part. You studied hard because your muggle parents were still confused about you being a witch, and what you would get out of it. It was hard to process that information, it was a thing of fairy tales. You had to prove yourself in this new world. ThatâŚthat was hard when you were constantly looking over your shoulder for Mattheo Riddle.
âWhatâs a whore doing in my seat?â Speak of the damn devil.Â
You turned to look at him with a sarcastic smile, âWell hello to you too Mattheo.â You nod at the three other boys that were with him, each of their arms crossed. âDraco. Blaise. Theodore.â You return to look at Mattheo, âyou know last time I checked⌠there are no assigned seats in Potions.â You looked around and the class was still fairly empty.
âThink again and think hard.â Mattheo spoke to you in a cold shallow tone, he barely looked at you. He circled around the table you were at, your eyes following him. He suddenly stopped right behind your chair, yanking it back. There was a loud scrape, the few students that were in the room turned to look at the scene unfolding. You didnât meet any of their eyes. Mattheo slammed his hand on the side of the table, making you flinch. You hated that you reacted that way. He grabbed the back of your ponytail, forcing your head forward where his hand was, âLook.â M. Riddle. D. Malfoy. B. Zabini. T. Nott. Their names were carved into the side. You grabbed Mattheoâs hand, the one that was still holding onto your ponytail, you tried to pry his icy cold fingers off. It only made him tighten his grip, he bent down to get close to your face, âI suggest you move unless you want me to carve my name onto your face as well.â he spat and finally let go.Â
âWhatever,â you gathered your books, âthis seat sucks anyways. Iâll go hang out with Professor Snape up front.â You rolled your eyes as Draco lit up a cigarette, handing the pack to the boys to share. If youâre going to try and get away with smoking, yeah do it in the back of the class I guess.
âYou really like being a teacherâs pet donât you? Thatâs why youâve always got your nose up Snapeâs ass.âÂ
âSeriously fuck off! Go continue to lose brain cells with your sorry excuse of friends.â You push the seat back and let it topple over. You mentally slapped yourself, you shouldnât be feeding into his remarks.
âThatâs cute sunshine, Iâll bet you have a hard time standing up for yourself in every aspect of your pathetic life. Do better.â Mattheo smugly said, smoking the cigarette that was in his hand.
You opened your mouth to speak but decided against it, you ended up just flipping him off. He did the same, giving you an annoyed look. You took the seat next to Hermione in the front of the class. Ugh! That Mattheo. âAre you okay?!â She asked, shooting daggers at the group, turning to you again âHow can you put up with that? We have to tell someone..â you shook my head and whispered, âitâll only make things worse. I donât want to be a snitch. Itâs already been six years anyways⌠how can one more year really change things.â
Blaise laughed, âyou like that donât you mattheo? Isnât she so cute when sheâs angry, you like feisty girls, yeah?â
Draco chuckles, âoh he definitely does, too bad sheâs a stupid bitch.â The group laughs together.
You could hear them hollering from the back. You tried to calm yourself down and pay attention to the different measurements of the potions you were being taught. Maybe I could switch this class to a different time. You thought, focusing back to the lesson when Professor Snape mentioned something about needing to be in groups of three for an upcoming project.
Before Snape could assign anyone, Mattheo spoke up, âSir Iâd like to work with Theodore, if thatâs permitted.â Snape looked annoyed by his interjection but answered, âNo, Theodore will be with Y/N and Draco. Nothing will change. I already made the groups, they will be posted near the storeroom.â He gave Mattheo a dirty look.
You could hear Draco scoff but he didn't say anything. Yet. He kept to himself and his buddies while they continued to smoke and do other things to piss Professor Snape off before the class was finally dismissed. I guess I didnât need to worry about being in a pair with Mattheo. You still wanted to protest against the group choice, but nothing would come of it. You knew better than to go against Snapeâs final word. Theodore wasnât such a horrible person, he actually can be pretty smart and helpful, if you got him alone. Otherwise when he was with even just one of his buddies, he was just like them - a jerk. It was Draco you wonât be able to stand.
âDon't do anything stupid, Y/L/N, and we might actually do okay in this project.â That was Draco himself, walking over with Theodore.
You ignored his comment, âwhere should we meet and when?â
âWe can use one of the abandoned classrooms. Before the lunch break?â Theodore suggested, handing a note with directions.
âOkay. See you.â You said as bluntly as possible, gathering your book. You went to grab the ingredients your group might need.Â
âTeachers pet!â Draco yelled after.
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Of course you were the first to the abandoned classroom, you had been waiting for nearly twenty minutes before either of them showed. When they did, they didnât bother to apologize, though you didnât expect them to. Even with smart comments from both boys, you finished discussing the project and the presentation at a decent hour. It was quiet as you started to collect your things, Draco excused himself earlier to collect a package.
âY/N, why is it that you hate Mattheo so much?â Theodore broke the silence, carefully watching you wrap the vials carefully. You paused, taken back. âHeâs been trying to get a rise out of you since day 1, why?â He continued nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
You quickly grab them out of his hand and put it in your own breast pocket, âdonât smoke around me.âÂ
This made him annoyed, âHey! I need those! They keep me calm!âÂ
âNo you don't, you've been fine this entire time without them. Iâm not trying to raise your blood pressure right now. Youâre fine.â You give him a good look, maybe he was playing dumb. How could he not know? Theodore and Mattheo were best friends; they must have already talked about this, âI only hate Mattheo because he hates me. Itâs all there's to itâŚâ I think.
He lingers for a moment after you answered him, there is something else you havenât said, âtell me what you think. Thereâs always some deeper reason for this sort of stuffâ He rested his chin on his hand. See this is why I favored Theodore from the rest of his group, but should I still trust him? He could use this information against me. I took the chance.
âOver the years I suspected it was just plainly because I was a mudblood and not some perfect pure-bred like you folk.â You continued to wrap the vials carefully.Â
Theodore rolled his eyes, âHe does have a thing against people with different backgrounds than his own. He thinks everyone in this school should be from a wizarding family. But thatâs not the case with you.â He grabbed a vial too, helping me wrap them, âHeâs never said anything about your parents or how theyâre muggles.â Mattheo would talk about me when I wasnât around? Why would he do that? You looked into his eyes searching for some joke or underlying lie. There was none I could detect.
You recall the moment aloud when you first laid your eyes on Mattheo, âIt was at the train station. Our first year. I remember hugging and kissing my parents goodbye, not wanting to let go of them. I turned around to go on the train and there was a much much smaller Mattheo staring at me with wide beady little eyes that were glossed over with tears. He was cute in that split second - â You couldnât help but smile at the memory. Theodore watched you carefully. You straightened your lips, continuing, â - before he stuck a solid wad of gum in my hair.â
Theodore bellowed, nearly falling backwards in his chair, âYeah that sounds like him, thatâs a classic stunt heâd pull off. There was this one time in year 5 when he stuck gum on the chair of one of the professors before classâŚI never saw her so mad after she sat down and got up, her chair nearly followed her around!â He tried to settle himself down, âMattheo always had a thing for doing stuff to people and acting as if itâs all a joke.â
âItâs not a joke when you have to cut your hair super short in order to remove the gum. I felt so naked without my long hair, it was so beautiful! And he made it worse when he made a point to show how ugly I was to everyone in the Great Hall. I even remember you laughing just like you are now.â You pushed his shoulder.
Theodore smirked, âyeah we all laughed, how couldnât we?! You looked ridiculous before you grew it back out. We used to call you Baldy McEgg-head. Youâd get so mad, only making us laugh harder.â At least someone cherished the memory. You rolled your eyes.
It grew quiet again, âhave you ever met Mattheoâs parents? Has he ever talked to you about them?â
âNo. Iâve never met them. Heâs never really talked about his parents or his life outside Hogwarts. I donât think heâs on great terms with his dad. He always stayed with them during the breaks, and wasn't ever allowed to spend it with us or here at hogwarts. He missed out on a lot of important hang outs. I wished he was there for themâ Theodore explained, he sounded disappointed and angry.
âDoâŚdo you think heâs jealous of my home life? The affection I was receiving in front of him at the train stationâŚâÂ
He thinks for a moment, âI suppose it could be a possibilityâŚhard to tell. He doesnât allow himself to show too much emotion, again, probably has to do with the way he must have been raised.â
You wanted to do more research into Mattheoâs familyâŚbut how? âThanks for this Teddy. Youâve given me a lot to think about.â You finished packing everything into your bag. Before you left you tossed him back his pack of cigarettes, âsee you later.â
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You let out a sigh of relief, to be alone once again. Mettheo Riddle, what secrets do you hide? You made your way to the library instead of the Great Hall. After a few hours of searching around the library, you finally find a section of massive thick old leather bound books. You blew on the covers, these books contained a record of all the wizards and witches that had attended Hogwarts. Kind of like a yearbook, but it told you what came of them. Who married who, what did they end up doing after Hogwarts, etc. a rare but quite the gem of a find. âR⌠R.. Râ you whispered, touching the book ends. You look at the bottom of the bookshelf finding the one that contained the last names that began with R. You found it, and you began to look through for the name âRiddle.â
Just as you got to the last name, you felt a wave of shame. You were snooping into somebodyâs life. Their history. This is wrong. If Mattheo wanted to talk about his home life, surely he would have. He was hiding something. There were heavy slow footsteps coming around the corner of the aisle. You snapped the book shut holding it behind you and you looked at the section opposite of where you just were. Mattheo, they were his steps, you could tell.Â
âOf course youâd be in the library doing nerd stuff.â He doesnât sound happy, but also when is he truly ever?
You looked at him then around yourself, âwho me? A nerd for being in the library?â I mean he wasnât wrong but ..yeah. You still point at him, âWhere are you then? Because it seems to be youâre also in the library withâŚâ you fake gasp, â...Me! Making you a nerd too!â You hoped that confused him, you shifted the leather book behind your back. It was getting heavy by the second.
âIâm ditching classes to smoke,â He takes a rip of a cigarette that was nearly at its end, he blows the smoke in your face. âNerd.â
âWhoop-dee-doo what a stellar insult Mettheo. Iâm a ravenclaw. What did you expect? Iâd rather be a nerd than a-â You took a step closer to him squinting then widening your eyes in horror, âoh my god Mattheo did you lose a tooth from all that smoking?â He quickly shoved his pinky into his mouth feeling his teeth in a panic. If there was one thing he cared more about than cigarettes it was keeping up with his good looks. Uh did I just describe him as good looking?
He actually laughed once he finished counting his teeth, âTheyâre perfectly fine. I care about taking care of myself, unlike you. How often do you wash yourself? I doubt you even brush your hair. I did you a favor when you had to cut it off. You have no sense of style, even with a selection of uniforms! Why do you dress like itâs winter all year? You dress like a peasant from the 1820âsâ
Okay ouch, that kinda hurt. Youâve been insecure with your body, you always struggled with that. Dressing in sweaters helped hide it. You didnât know how to respond, maybe he's right. You couldnât stand up for yourself to save your life. You just shoved his shoulder with your own and walked past him.Â
Matthew continues to follow you, âdid you just shove me you twat?â He snatched the book out of my arms holding it a ways away from you, âIf youâre going to do sneaky shit, donât do it so obviously. Is this a diary or something?â Your eyes widened trying to take it back, but he held it up high above his head easily with one hand.
âYes! Itâs my diary, itâs where I gush about the god almighty perfect Mattheo!â I sarcastically said, still hoping he wouldnât look at the title of the book. âNo stupid! I dont have one, I just got done working on the potions project with your buddies. Hand me back the book.â
âOh I bet you three had lots of fun. Did you talk about me while you were there? Did you talk about how you canât take your eyes and mind off of me? Youâre clearly obsessed, following me around like a love sick puppy. You pop up wherever I happen to be.âÂ
âEw no never.â You fought your expression back, did Theodore tell him something? Fuck. âDraco left, it was just Teddy and I. we spent it kissing the whole time. Super carefree. His lips surprisingly didn't taste like cigarettes, they were pretty sweet.â
Mattheoâs smug smirk fades even before you finish your sentence. He hated how you used a nickname for his friend. He despised the thought of you kissing anyone, especially his mates, âfucking liar. THEODORE, not TEDDY, doesnât like you. He just tolerates you because he has to. He wouldnât be caught dead kissing you. Youâre disgusting and I pity anyone who has the displeasure of touching you in any way other than to harm you.Â
You hold your hands up, âwoah woah woah, whatever makes you sleep peacefully at night. Why else did Teddy take me to an abandoned classroom, it was our chance to get away together especially after Draco conveniently left.â You couldnât believe you were lying through your teeth, this would forsure come back and bite you in the ass even harder. You havenât even had your first kiss yet. You haven't even been romantically linked with anyone before.Â
âStop fucking calling him Teddy, itâs Theodore!â
âCan you guys get a room or SHUT UP! For Merlinâs Sakeâ A random student yelled out at us. Slamming their hand on the table. You were embarrassed because you took pride in keeping the library a sacred place to study or relax.
âPiss off. Go find a room of your own instead of listening to us talking. You must be a first year, if youâre still so sensitive to otherâs voices in the library.â He continued to raise his voice, âWeâve been like this for years! Blah blah blah!!â
âStop it Mattheo.â You shove him again, mouthing to the student, I'm very sorry. With the distraction you go and grab the book in Mattheoâs hand but he quickly readjusts his grip.
âYou donât have to apologize for me, sunshine. You should apologize to him for your existence, do everyone a favor will you?â He finally looked down at the title of the book, Who Were They and Where They Now?: Hogwarts. He carefully used a single finger to pry it open to where the fabric bookmark was, immediately seeing his own surname. He gives a manic laugh looking up at your face and slamming the book down to the floor, âyou stalker. You are obsessed with me.âÂ
He lunged at you. You took a step back, you hit the shelving. Your heart was beating so fast you thought you would pass out from the red handed guilt.Â
âWhat kind of information were you looking to find huh?â He pointed a finger at me, his eyes ice cold. Looking to murder. Your head suddenly hurt, there was a high pitched ringing that wouldn't stop. You went to cover your ears to find some relief but Mattheo grabbed you and shook hard, âwhat the FUCK did you think you would find? Tell me. Tell me NOW!â You didnât know what to say he just stared hard at you, his nails digging into your arms. You winced. He began to speak fast and harshly as if he knew, as if you had said something.Â
âDid you really expect you would find out that I had a happy home? Do you think Iâm happy being born in some dingy hovel? Do you think I'm overjoyed to be related to and be abused by my father? He beat me black and blue and hated my existence. My mother just sat there silently watching. She doesnât care. Would YOU be thrilled knowing that you came from a long line of dark wizards whoâve caused pain and suffering to people for centuries.âÂ
You began to cry, âMattheo..â
âYou honestly think I would be so proud of that to tell everyone?â He scoffed.
âMattheo youâre hurting meâŚâ
âI. Donât. Care.â His deep brown eyes didnât leave yours, âyou should have minded your own business. Stupid girl prying into my history. What do you care? Did you think I'd be less of a jerk to you if I had a perfect loving family like yours? â
âIâm sorryâŚIâm sorry! I .. I.â
âShut up. You don't get to speak. I don't need you feeling sorry for me, I can handle myself. This is probably the worst youâll ever experience.â
âY-Youâre right. Iâm.. Iâm grateful I never had to e-endure thatâ You were one stuttering mess.Â
He moves one hand to cup your mouth to shut you up again, âwhat did i say. I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth.â He rose the other up threateningly.Â
You closed your eyes. Do it Mattheo. Please. I deserve it. Iâm sorry I tried to pry. Do it. He was surprised by your offer and looked at you in confusion, his expression didnât change though. âWhat kind of sick request is that?â You open your eyes again to meet his. Both of you were in disbelief, did he just-? âWhy would you want me to beat you? Because you feel bad for me? I donât want nor need your sympathy. Trying to act like a saint that's willing to be my punching bag whenever I want.â he scoffed, letting your mouth free, taking a single step back away from you.
âThen why are you so mean to me? Tell me that. When I first laid eyes on you during our first year at the train platform, I thought we would be friends.â You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing where his fingers had dug into you.
âYouâre a prissy annoying know-it-all goody two shoes that thinks sheâs better than everyone. You canât help but chime in whenever you have the chance and show off.â
âSo itâs just my existence then huh, nothing else to it?â You felt your own anger finally rise, you wiped your tears off your cheek trying to regain composure.
âPretty much. Youâre unbearable. You are the most unexciting thing Iâve ever encountered.â
âLet me fix that for you.â Your eyes betrayed you and let the gates open, the flood starting to spill once more. Before Mattheo could get another hold of you you quickly shuffled off, dropping your things. Already feeling limp. Just hoping your legs would carry you a bit more.
Mattheo rolls his eyes, âtsk so stupid.â He stood there staring at the place you once were. Thinking about what occurred when he processed what you said, âY/N! Hey I-..â He began to follow in the direction you went off to.
Your shuffle turned into a run, you just needed privacy. Anything. Your dorm was too far away, so you went into the nearest girls bathroom and into the furthest stall to sob.
Mattheo reaches the hallway, looking to his left and right. Fuck where did she go? He closes his eyes to listen closely. He heard something faint and went with his gut.
You sat down beside the toilet, hitting your head with your fist. âStupid. Stupid. Stupid.â You heard a familiar giggle, âgo away Myrtle. Nowâs especially not the time.âÂ
Bathroom, you had to be in the bathroom. He went inside not caring if another girl would see him, âY/N? Youâre in here, I know you are. Look, just come out will you?â Instead Moaning Myrtle came forth.
âAre you looking for me?â she bit her finger looking him up and down, âwe don't get that many cute boys in here.â She sighed, still admiring him, âNevertheless, shame on you. How could someone as delicious as you treat someone so horribly.â She laughed in his face.
âShut up. I don't need to be lectured by some depressed ghost. Why are you even here. Go away.â He went further inside the bathroom pushing doors in, âactually have you seen a girl come in, Y/N?â
âYes!â She said excitedly pointing to the last stall, âSheâs coming with me and weâll get to haunt together. Itâll be so fun to not be alone anymoreâ She broke into another high pitched laugh, clapping her hands with joy.Â
âWhat the hell is she on about?â Thatâs when he noticed broken glass from a mirror. His heart drops, âyouâve got to be kidding meâŚâ He rushed over pushing the final door in, but this one wouldnât budge. âY/N. Itâs Mattheo..â his heart drops and he pales when he notices blood start to seep out from under the door, youâve hurt yourself. âY/N!â He says again louder, âopen the door! Open it right fucking now! Y/N!!â
You didnât want him to see you like this, no one should have to see this. You try to hold the door closed but you were losing your strength to do anything. The blood made it slippery so your hand slid down, âM-m-mattheo havenât..you said enough?â
Myrtle pointed to the glass, âlook how eager she was! Damaging school property to break freeâ She did a couple spins in the air, âany minute now!â
âThatâs it. Iâve had enough.â Mattheo raised his wand and shot a blast at the lock, it broke open and he flung the door open to reveal you laying on the floor. His heart seemed to stop completely. âShit! Dammit! Y/N!âÂ
The blast frightened you, âNo. Mattheo. No.â You could only make out his dark curly haired head. You tried to swat him away before losing consciousness due to blood loss.Â
Professor Snape rushed in after hearing a blast, âwhat the bloody hell is going on in here, Mr. Riddle.â
Mattheo looked at him with an angry and panicked expression, âI need her in the infirmary right now.â He said through gritted teeth. He leans over you, grabbing a large bunch of toilet paper and quickly kneels next to you. Applying pressure on your bleeding left wrist.
Snape understood immediately, âKeep the pressure on the wrist, Riddle.â He was able to pick you up easily, but he was not enthusiastic about having your blood staining his robes, âwith HASTE Riddle! Follow me!â And off they went to the infirmary. Once there Snape quickly laid you on a bed gently before Madame Pomfrey took over.Â
She was able to stop and clean the bleeding, while she examined the cut striation she asked both Snape and Mattheo what blood type they were, âThe girls lost too much blood, she needs a transfusion.â She began to stitch the wrist, the cut was near vertical to the veins.Â
Mattheo in a less than a split second looked at Pomfrey, âAm I able to donate for her.â He didnât say it as a question, he wanted it to be a command.Â
âAs long as you share the same blood type then yes, sweetheart. Please, fresh blood is much better. We canât wait more time, Ms. Y/L/N is so terribly pale. She can have a seizure any minute if we dont get more blood to her brainâ still carefully pulling at threads. His hand was still holding yours.Â
He nods impatiently, less talking, more action. âIâm AB-â he gulped. One of the rarest blood types in the world, âwhat type is she?â he began to roll up his sleeve even before Pomfrey was able to respond.
âGoodheavens! Thank Merlin. Sheâs AB- as well!â She sighs looking up at the ceiling for a split second, calling for a nurse to help set up the transfusion. He took a seat on your left, watching the nurse insert a needle into each of your arms. He didnât flinch, but he gave her a threatening look when she inserted a needle into your arm, thinking she would bring more pain to you.Â
Madame Pomfrey stood up, finished. âIf it was with a straight razor and not a glass shard, I donât think i would have been able to-â she let her voice die down after seeing how pale Mattheo began to look too, she shut her mouth as to not worry him more with what the other alternative was. He couldnât hide his guilt. His eyes were alternating between your face and his blood that was slowly running into your body through a single tubing. He desperately needed it to go faster.Â
âIs there a chance she would wake up with problems with her veins or her nerves?â He asked.
Pomfrey patted the boy's shoulders, âLetâs hope not, letâs hope they hold. With the basics in place, thereâs nothing a little magic canât help.â This eased him, âMs. Y/L/N wont wake for a couple of hours. She needs to be watched to make sure she doesnât rip my stitching job or we will go back to square one my boy. Can I trust you?â
âIs that really a necessary question?â He bit his tongue, âSorry, yes I will watch over her. I need to be here when she wakes up.â
âBest she gets a psychiatrist too, but that's a later issue to address. Weâll focus on physical healing for now.â Pomfrey looked at Mattheo curiously, isnât this one of the trouble-making slytherin boys? She shook her head and walked out to attend to another student.
âY/N iâm here.â He studies your face, deep with regret and guilt. He holds your right hand tightly, he whispers softly, âitâs okay, youâre going to be alright..â
âRiddle.â Snape was still watching everything from the shadows of the room, âWhat happened to my best student, why is he in this condition?â
âItâs my fault, ProfessorâŚI was making a fool out of myself. I was treating her like hell⌠it went too far. She must have had a breakdown and she-â he couldnât bear to describe your condition out loud.
Snape held a hand up to silence him from saying more, ârather than giving you detention for the rest of your time here at Hogwarts. I will need you to attend all the girlâs classes she will be missing in her recovery. She must not fall behind.â
âYes sir, I understand. Iâll do it.âÂ
Snape turned to leave but came back toward the boy and yanked the cigarette box from his uniform pocket, ânone of these for you either, especially as you are sharing blood with Y/N. She never liked you smoking.â and off he turned around to change his own robes from the blood.
âAnything for you.â he whispered towards you, âplease wake up soon.â
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You began to stir, your eyes fluttering open. You looked around in a panic. You were incredibly sore, especially your left wrist. It stung badly. Mattheo had fallen asleep in the chair when he jolted awake to the sound of your movements, âCalm down, relax, youâre in the infirmary. Youâre safe.â He couldnât help but feel like he just lied about it being safe, if he was the cause of this.
âMâŚm..Mattheoâ You began to cry again, âIâm so sorry.â You went to reach out and hug him but flinched. You followed the red transfusion line to him, âoh Mattheo.â
He sat up to lean towards you. He shushes you and wipes your tears with the back of his hand, âyou need to calm down and take it easy, princess. Youâve lost a lot of blood and you're still weak. This is just to bring your levels up, youâll start to feel better soon.â
You stared at his beautiful eyes, ones that had held so much hate but there seemed to be no trace of it now. You felt guilty, I acted like a coward. âMyrtle said it was going to be quick and painless. Iâm so stupid I couldnât even do it right.â You felt another wave of tears coming but you tried to choke them down.
âNo youre not, youâre not at fault.â He couldnât help but chuckle cautiously as what he was about to say, âyou might be a know-it-all but you just need to have more control with your thoughts. Donât listen to Moaning Myrtle. Donât be hard on yourself, you're not stupid. You did nothing wrong.â
âI thought I was doing you a favor.â you were so exhausted. But you needed to get this out before you lost consciousness again. With your good arm you help his hand tightly, looking him in the eyes again to emphasize the point you were going to make, âMattheo, I really am idiotic. I Am. I did think you had a perfect life, it didnât cross my mind that you had it any other way. You were always carefree and just let's be honest, acting like you'reâ better than everyone else. It was wrong of me to have assumed that.â
He frowns. âDonât apologize. Thereâs no way to tell what someone is going through ultimately. I..cope in my own way.â He softly strokes your cheek with this thumb.
If it wasnât for the pain, you would have thought you were asleep. Dead. Or in purgatory. A realm between realms. No way the mattheo Iâve known my whole life is sitting beside me looking..lovingly at me? You felt horrible. Did I just manipulate him into caring about me? Just hours ago he was mocking and saying nasty things as usual.Â
Mattheo could see the look of disbelief in your eyes from the way he was behaving, âY/N. Iâm caring for you. No youâre not dreaming or in some other realm. Youâre here, with me, thank Merlin. You didnât manipulate me, you woke me up.â
You sat up too quickly for your own good, your head feeling light âHow are you doing that?âÂ
He shook his head, âAnother time. Iâm really sorry for how I treated you. You think Iâm just some asshole, but I'm more than that really. I want to be more than that. No one else has gotten to see the real me.â
âMattheo, I see you.â Despite your pain, you reach out to cup his face between your hands. For a second, you saw the boy you first laid your eyes on that first year at the train station. The same sad eyes, âI see you.â
He sighed into your touch, it was a soft and innocent gesture he was not used to. He chuckled softly, and gently placed his hands over yours, keeping them there. He didnât want to lose the touch, âI know you do, and thatâs exactly why I'm afraid.â
You couldnât help but imagine - how different our lives could have been for the last 6 years, if he would have just introduced himself to me. Explained why he looked so pained when I was with my family. âMy parents would have welcomed you as their ownâ you explained your thoughts to him. âI could have protected you. You could have visited me during the holiday breaks. I know saying it will not change the past and what has happened to you. But I see you Matty.â
âyeah..itâs too late to change the past, I shouldâve but I didnât think youâd understand. It doesnât excuse the way I treated you all these years, Y/N.â His voice got shaky, his eyes starting to water. He was a mess.
âNo, don't you start Mattheo please, baby.â You brought him into a hug, again ignoring your throbbing wrist. âEasy now.â you soothed the curls that were behind his neck. They felt so soft.
Mattheo rested his head on your shoulder and held you tightly, softly crying into you. He wrapped his arms around you and held onto your shirt like he was afraid to let go. He couldnât remember the last time someone treated him like this, it felt so new and overwhelming.
You kissed the top of his head, inhaling - cigarettes. You hated that he smoked but at this moment the smalle was comforting. He let out a deep sigh. You broke the hug only because you scooted over on the bed, and tugged him to lay beside you. We watched you, he looked so tired. He nodded in agreement with a small smile, he carefully laid beside you, making sure to be careful of your condition.
You gave him a reassuring look that wasnât hurting you. Iâm okay. You looked at your arms touching side by side, still connected by the tubing. You couldn't help but laugh, âMatty isnât it ironic? All this pure-blood and mudblood talk and lookâ you carefully lifted the tube, âweâre still one and the same foundation.â You smiled at him, helping wipe his tear stained cheeks now. âThanks for your donation to me.â
He too couldn't help but grin back at you. He couldnât believe you werenât pushing him away for how he treated you, or for how vulnerable he was at the moment, âany time, but please actually donât do that ever again. You made me worried to death..â
âNo I wonât. Pinky promise.â You held out your pinky for him to take.Â
He took it in his own nodding, âgood, youâre stuck with me now.â
With our pinkies still woven, you looked at the size difference. You turned toward his Bambi like eyes, âlet's start this over on the right foot. Better late than never? Hi iâm Y/N, [insert some fun facts about yourself].â
Mattheo smiled more widely, blushing his pinky did make yours look kiddish. It was adorable. He gave you a playful look, smirking at you like he usually would, âNice to meet you there, Y/N. Iâm Mattheo, the sexiest guy youâll meet in Hogwarts.â
Thereâs my Mattheo. âAnd you promise toâŚ?â you coaxed him.
He gave your pinky another squeeze, âto try to be nice and kind to you, and avoid bullying youâŚ.as well as to not smoke in your presenceâŚyou happy?â
You kind of nodded, holding in your laugh, âaaaandâŚ?â
He looked at you, trying to read what you wanted him to say. He gave your pinky another, slightly rougher, squeeze. âAnd I promise not to throw a wad of gum into your beautiful hair?â
âBingo. Mr. Riddle, thatâs what I was ultimately looking for.â You let go of his pinky, âbut it is nice to know the other stuff too.â you waved your hand like it was nothing, but it was my everything. He gave you a sarcastic scoff, he liked that you were still acting like your old self too.Â
You kissed his cheek and his face went redder than a cherry, you acted shocked âwoah did I just make Mattheo, the sexiest guy in Hogwarts BLUSH?!â You slapped your hands against your cheeks in play disbelief, slightly regretting the pain it brought to your arms. He quickly shook his head and blushed even more than originally thought possible, he tried to hide his face away from you, âS-shut up! Thatâs a lie! I was not blushing, itâs just your imagination.â
You laughed at his reaction, taking his hand in mine once more comparing the hand sizes. You put my head against his shoulder, before dropping your jester attitude. Making him form another pinky promise with you. âMattheo, I promise to be there for you. I want to protect you. You shouldnât live in the shadow of your home life, especially not alone. Just as much as Iâm stuck with you. Youâre stuck with me. Thatâs my promise to you.â
His heart beat fast, it nearly melted his heart to hear your promise. He let out a deep, shaky breath. He couldn't stop the small tear that rolled down his cheek, he didnât bother wiping it. He just leaned his head down to rest on your own, âdealâŚâ
There was a pause, before you spoke up again.âI know we just started the year but please, come back home with me this Christmas holiday when it rolls around.â You blinked up at him. You started to feel really sleepy, that was to be your last request and plea for the moment, âIâll show you how muggles get down to holiday business.â
Mattheo looked down at you and smiled softly, as your eyes were struggling to stay open, âyea sure, iâll spend the holidays with youâ he wasnât sure how he would, but he would worry about that later.
Many promises were made this day, and you intended to keep each and every single one of them. In many ways, you knew this would still be the same Mattheo you had always known, but it would all be so different now. You managed to break through his extremely guarded shell, the hardest way possible. But it needed to desperately be broken.
You turned Mattheoâs head to look at you, he met your gaze. The corner of his lip curled up as he knew what you were about to do. He let you take the lead, closing his eyes. You kissed his lips slowly, cherishing how it felt. You wanted more of him, but your body was pleading for rest. You hugged his arm and surrendered.
He couldnât help but touch his lips afterwards with his fingertips. He watched as you gave in to exhaustion, he followed your lead and let out a deep sigh before closing his eyes, âGoodnight princess.â Mattheo fell asleep to the sounds of you breathing and the sound of your heartbeat, they would surely become one of the most blissful lullabies to be heard by him. He intertwined his fingers with yours, he wouldnât ever let go.
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horrible parents horrible women horrible yuri
#bonnie#bonnie kelly#mrs mac#iasip#always sunny#old ladies#fanart#mine#thought id finally put my money wher my mouth is bcuz i hav talkd abt loving these 2 b4 but iv nevr done n e thng to show it#unlike i xpected i actully had a good time drawing a buncha wrinkles :3#like im not good @ it but i enjoyd it lol#i also might b obsessd w drawing young mrs mac tht hairdo is v fun#but n e way god i lov these bastards!!!!#they r so fucking terrible!!! their sons were raised so depressingly!! THEY R SO FUN TO EXPLORE#and their actresses r so cute man....theyr so sweet irl makes me sick
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ghost has a flat he rarely goes to
it's covered in a thick layer of dust from disuse. none of the cupboards or closets have doors, not when they're so easy to hide behind. the windows are covered in thick black paint that no light can penetrate
but worst? worst is the glass
mirrors, cups, bowels, every single reflective surface is shattered; the glass left lying where it fell
he never cleans it; just steps around the crystalline piles, the shards too fine to hold a reflection
there's little need to guess how they were broken, not when there's a fist-sized hole in the mirror backing in the bathroom. not when fine scars riddle his knuckles, torn from ripping out glass splinters with shaking hands
ghost has a flat he rarely goes to
there's no doors, no light, no glass
because everywhere he turns, simon riley's waiting to stare back at him and ask if he's finished burying him yet
#i love me a ghost whos just a little fucked up#i need ghost to punch a mirror the way some people need god#catching glimpses of a face out the corner of his eye#familiar yet so foreign#so young#so untouched#so open and gentle that it becomes accusatory#âare you done digging yet?â#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#weâre a team. ghost team#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#cod mwii#cod mw2#ghoap#soapghost#ghostsoap#save post
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-draws human battering ram KĂśnig like its my next hit of crack-
#kĂśnig#nobody ever wants to mention this part of his bio but honey ive been daydreamin ever since i read abt it đđ#ok im drawing one last request over in nfswland then THATS IT im working on the comic i wanna be done by early january#bc i get a fuckload of time off in late december so i should be able to zooom through it#but its also like A Key section that ive been thinknig abt forever so i need it to be Good as well#thank god i can just start right were ive been wanting to no more build up YEEHAWW#well for This part#my art#fanart#call of duty modern warfare 3#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty#konig#konig mw2#blood#blood tw
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love and tenderness and something else
their faces :)
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looks like I can draw again!!
Sebastian called him "orphan" for the rest of the week.
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đ#sorry if the eccess of screen prints is annoying I was experimenting#modern!au#kuroshitsuji#black butler#kuroshitsuji fanart#fanart#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive#digital art#o!ciel#this would make a good ad but no not sponceredđ#sebastian starts vibrating
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some business to take care of
#i was tempted to caption this as she was a skater boy and she was also another skater boy but#duck scribbles#midoyuzu#enstars#whats up guys im being embarrassing again on main#been wanting a new phone wallpaper and this was born. its the lesbian version though im not showing that#midori takamine#yuzuru fushimi#yuzumido#ensemble stars#also have additional doodles that r kind of corny and im too ashamed to add into the main post so i might add on a reblog or maybe not#midterms were so awful i had to keep reminding myself i can go ham drawing whatever i want once im done. and naturally its this#anyways ive always liked midos city rider fit it suits her so well#always wanted to find a good one to pair w it and the wink killer 2nd half xscout was toooo good i was inspired immediately#finally could use this good ref pic ive had saved since forever i need to draw backgrounds more too it was rather fun somehow#mental state has been yoyoing an insane degree lately like come on i dont need to be reminded i am a useless hunk of meat every other day#with nothing good going for them. college is amazing at reminding me of such god bless#i have bad tendencies to self isolate behind the excuse of concentrating that i am trying to fix . but its hard to get back when i do#not to mention the entire Big Event happening over in good ol amerika serikat!!! my apathy is naturally immense#but whats some peace of mind here and there idk. im gonna read yuri
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"Fernando" S1E4 - Fernando Alonso & Carlos Sainz Sr.
#im sorry i also thought i qas done gifing this season#but then i was rewatching it today and remembered this scene existed#ive talked abt this before but ahhhh theyre very cute to me#like how theyre both older drivers but act very young with each other and tease each other#but in this ep especially nando is so so so cheeky with him#but the mood lighting and the camera angles my god#its filmed like a gay romance drama i swear#'do you think two old racing drivers can fall in love? đĽş'#fernando alonso#carlos sainz sr#what's their ship name??#carnando#??? is that it???#f1#formula 1#fernando(show)#we do a little bit of f1#fernando s1e4
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