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[thecryptoindustry]

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[automotiveamerican]

The Heinze Electric Company

The Heinze Electric Company, founded by Charles Francis Heinze in the late 19th century, was known for its production of electrical components. Charles Heinze had a background in electrical engineering and played a significant role in the development of electrical technology during that era. Heinze Electric Company became prominent for manufacturing switches, switchboards, and other electrical…

[shizuostrans]

original story from yearning by otoshibuta

[wings0fruin]

Ermmm welcome back ig

Hi guys sorry for disappearing for like 3 trillion years – I was not only busy with finals , an apprenticeship and Art Fight – BUT it's summer break so I'm BACK ....... and not just with Saw cuz I was getting into Death Sentence a bunch while I was inactive

So here's a small art dump since I was doodling a little during my absence and forgor to post them !! (Some old and some new - mostly Death Sentence tho !)

That's all for now ! Might post more later ... ESPECIALLY since it was Joey's birthday on the 6th .... late birthday gift .... Joey Darley you are alive in my heart

[sab-teraa]

We all know max is going to win … may as well just go to bed

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

At least here in Hawaii the closes you get to that level of hatred towards a public utility is towards HECO due to the Maui Wildfires. Maui is still recovering from it to this day and the people are pissed.

it was weird living outside california for the first time and learning that in most locations people DON'T have personal beef with their electrical utility??? massachusetts was like "eversource: it's fine? i don't really think about it." meanwhile i'm pretty sure everyone in california loathes pg&e passionately

[simpingforsatan]

You said you needed a sympathetic anon to say that to you and I delivered :'(

You're never satisfied!!! >:(

OH IM SO SORRY MY BELOVED I FORGOT I SAID THAT PLS FORGIVE ME

I LOVE YOU AND IM VERY THANKFUL

[the-passenger-if]

hi Pime! Is it too early to ask questions about your new project yet? ROs and characters and setting and stuff? Sorry if this sounds pushy, that’s not intended!

Not at all! I enjoy talking about my IFs <3

Since I'm working on two projects I'll give you a quick rundown of both of them. First,

❆❆❆Leesangre❆❆❆

This game is set in the southernmost tip of South America in a distant future after a cataclysm wipes out most of humanity and the Earth turns into a big snow globe.

The main character travels in a caravan along with their family/clan which are also the only people they have ever interacted with, 1. because there aren't a lot of human beings around, just small settlements, and 2. because their family doesn't want other people to know about the main character. The lack of contact with other human beings and their constant dependency on their family has made the main character very sheltered.

The game starts after the death of the matriarch of the clan just as the main character's big brother becomes the new leader and everyone is feeling very uncertain about the future. The family consists of the main character's father (a huge mother-hen to everyone but mostly to MC and MC's niblings); the main character's brother (who has a strained relationship with MC); the mechanic of the caravan (the best mechanic in the world, or at least that's what they proclaim); the "shaman" of the caravan (a woman the caravan adopted when she was nine, she's in her late twenties at the start of the game); the main character's nephews, two teens who are also the clan's hunters, and the preteen nibling who has yet to find what role in the clan they will fulfill (these three were given to the clan when they were six, five, and one year old and they are presumably children of another big brother MC has never met); the main character's five-year-old niece and four-year-old nibling (they are the children of MC's brother and the mechanic). The clan also adopts a guy they find passed out in the snow at the start of the game (something neither the clan nor this guy really wanted but is forced onto all of them after he finds out about the main character).

The romantic options are:

Heco (they/them) — the clan's mechanic. They are thirty years old and they prefer to be maintaining the caravan than interacting with others but they don't mind people sitting in a corner and watching them work if they aren't too distracting and promise not to touch their tools. They're also the parent of MC's youngest's niblings, but they aren't in a relationship with MC's brother and never have been. It's a bit complicated.

Mo (she/her) — the curandera or shaman of the clan. If Heco is the hands of the caravan, Mo is its soul. It's impossible not to know where she is at any given time because she's a talking machine and also the type who loves to make people laugh. Of course, her jokes are hit or miss now that everyone is mourning the clan's matriarch but Mo's sense of humor can be like a runaway freight train if she isn't paying attention. (Mo is also my attempt at the friends-to-lovers trope)

Gil (he/his) — the guy the clan saves from certain death. He's in his early twenties and speaks a language that's more common in the north of the continent, so what was he doing completely alone so down south? Even though not much is known about him, he is friendly and quick to adapt to his new life in the caravan.

This game is a trilogy and I will add a few more ROs in the next books.

Project 2 is called,

˚.༄˚.༄A Song of Sirens and Soulmates (ASOSAS)˚.༄˚.༄

ASOSAS is set in modern times (2024∼) in an alternate timeline where Sirens appeared in the fifties changing the world forever. The game starts in New York but the main character and their buddy are thrown into the Siren realm around the first or second chapter so don't expect a lot NY lore.

In this alternate timeline Sirens are considered THE beauty standard with tall and toned bodies if they are male and petite and graceful figures if they are female. Also pointy ears, cavernous black eyes, and wide mouths full of sharp teeth.

Although they prefer to live in their own dimension it isn't rare to see Sirens as movie stars, runway models, and musicians. Most humans won't ever interact with this larger-than-life creatures but a few lucky ones will get claimed by the Song of the Siren, a red dot that shows up just above a person's belly button and marks them as a Siren's soulmate. Sure, leaving the human realm means never coming back but most people will take the opportunity if it means marrying and forming a family with these impossibly beautiful (and rich) beings.

Unfortunately, the main character of this game isn't interested in any of that and has been on the run since they were twenty and they were claimed. Seven years later, their betrothed finds them in a prison cell after they and their road buddy are detained at a punk show. MC is able to convince the Siren to bring said road buddy along and off they go into the Siren realm. Now MC and their ally must come up with a plan to escape before MC's wedding day befalls them.

The romantic options are:

Spook (ze/hir) — MC's ally in this mess. They met a month before the start of the game and decided to travel together for the time being. Spook is a thirty-three year old crust punk that can't stand Sirens and the power they wield over humans. Ze's also half-human and half-Siren, something ze carefully hides behind masks and dark shades. (Non-binary RO)

Verna/Vernon "Vern" Harley (she/her or he/his) — Twenty-four year old Vern is on the same boat as MC; they are a Siren's soulmate who has just arrived to this realm. Unlike MC, however, they've completely bought into the Siren fantasy and can't wait to marry and form a big family with their betrothed. Vern might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but they are a sweetheart and painfully candid. They are a breath of fresh air among the sneers of the Sirens. (Gender choosable RO)

Camille Abadi (she/her or he/his) — In their mid to late thirties, Camille has been married to their Siren for a longer time than they've been single. They speak with the tiniest trace of a french accent, which is hard to notice when they so seldom speak. They are very polite and attentive but a hard person to get to know on a deeper level. (Gender choosable RO)

[yukii0nna]

"Hahaha! Well dear, Apollo Justice! It seems you have met your greatest - What?! Don't go I'm sorry!!!"

Heko Latte

Twisted from: Trixie,Python of Greek mythology ,

Age: 27

Birthday: 3/19

Species: Lamia- Human Hybrid

Occupation: Coffee shop owner

Family: Mocca Latte(Mother), Pepper Mitty Latte, Lei-Mon Latte(Father)

Style: Anything suits the great Heco Late! But I do prefer something professional.

Flaws: I can be too dazzling! I think....

Pet Peeves: Okay , I'll be real with you. Despite how I act, I really do believe in justice so if you try to get away with something shitty, heavens as my witness I will make sure you pay.

Favorite Food: Sushi is fine food for me. Also medium rare steak.

Least favorite food: Lettuce. It's a big tasteless leaf

Hobbies: astrology, puzzles, collecting stamps and old books.

Personality

On the outside, Heco is a Chunibyo to the letter. He's boastful, lively and a bit nuts. But he's actually more down to earn and a little more shy then he acts. He's also pretty clever when he needs to be.

Skills

Latte art

Knowledge of crystals

Magical knowledge: Despite his prefer not to use magic, he knows about it and is willing to use his knowledge to help out.

Friends

Apollo Justice

Athena Cykes

Melody Hawkins

Lizz Adders

Trivia

Is the second oldest of his family

Despite what people in the know would think, winter is his favorite season.

Was born and raised in Japanifora

His last name is pronounced as Tea.

Sometimes he considers moving away but doesn't have the heart to do it.

His tea shop is witch themed. It's called Witchy Brews.

@punkeropercyjackson @zexal-club @bakawitch @queen-of-twisted @insomniac-jay

[your-local-hollow-lover]

How about the Espada with a reader who is a fashion designer and loves making clothes for their partner? Thanks ❤️

Starrk adores the pajamas you gift him! Generally, anything that's made with soft enough fabric.

Harribel proudly wears the outfits you craft for her, grateful that you always keep in mind she's not human (which means you don't mind making more clothes when hers tear apart). As a result, you'll have her fraction wanting for some outfits too, and I picture all of them pretty happy with the results!

Ulquiorra callously tells you he doesn't need more clothes. He already owns several items. However, he uses a green scarf you made for him when he visits you in the human world. And the jacket you gifted him lays where he rests in Heco Mundo. No, it's not a nest. It's just where he sleeps.

Nnoitra: Laughs at your face for even bringing it up. Good luck making something that fits him. When you do, he questions why you put so much effort into this. Nnoitra most likely will tear everything you make in battles. With time, he might appreciate the effort.

Grimmjow: Thinks it's stupid, and it embarrasses him at first. However, as you make clothes more suitable to his style, Grimmjow begins to let it slip. He wears what you make for him (and is secretly grateful because he tends to tear his clothes in battle a lot).

Szayel: Once you get him into it, there's no going back. He's your best client! Except he doesn't pay you and never promotes your work -I mean how could he, being an Espada, right? Wait a sec… are you his personal tailor? Shit. Well, at least he loves it and he looks good in cloaks!

[beardedmrbean]

Hawaiian officials attributed the cause of catastrophic wildfires to alleged failures from the state's main power utility company and downed power lines this week after Democrats blamed the disaster on global warming.

In a lawsuit filed Thursday, the government of Maui County, Hawaii, alleged Hawaiian Electric Company (HECO) and its subsidiaries failed to properly power down live electrical equipment amid a red flag windstorm earlier this month. Due to this failure, downed power lines operated by the utility company sparked a series of deadly fires on the island, the lawsuit claimed.

"The lawsuit alleges that the Defendants acted negligently by failing to power down their electrical equipment despite a National Weather Service Red Flag Warning on August 7th," Maui County said in a release announcing its lawsuit. 

"The lawsuit further alleges HECO’s energized and downed power lines ignited dry fuel such as grass and brush, causing the fires," the announcement added. "The lawsuit also alleges failure to maintain the system and power grid, which caused the systemic failures starting three different fires on August 8th."

EXPERTS THROW COLD WATER ON DEM CLAIMS THAT HAWAII WILDFIRES CAUSED BY CLIMATE CHANGE

Maui County argued in the lawsuit that HECO has a duty "to properly maintain and repair the electric transmission lines, and other equipment including utility poles associated with their transmission of electricity, and to keep vegetation properly trimmed and maintained so as to prevent contact with overhead power lines and other electric equipment."

However, Democratic lawmakers, a top White House official and Hawaii Gov. Josh Green have all blamed the event, which has claimed the lives of at least 115 people, on human-caused global warming.

ENVIRONMENTALISTS ARE BLOCKING FOREST MANAGEMENT METHODS SAVING ICONIC SEQUOIAS AMID YOSEMITE WILDFIRE

"This is devastating. This is a climate emergency," Sen. Ed Markey, D-Mass., an original sponsor of the Green New Deal, wrote in a post on X on Aug. 10. "I stand in solidarity with my friends and colleagues from Hawai’i — we must act fast, provide aid, and invest in a resilient and safe future."

"Heartbreaking fires in Hawaii! Scientists are clear that climate chaos wreaking havoc on ecosystems everywhere is the new norm," Sen. Jeff Merkley, D-Ore., said in a separate post. "We need to take action immediately or else it will get even worse."

Rep. Ro Khanna, D-Calif., who spearheaded a recent congressional investigation into Big Oil, called on President Biden to declare a "climate emergency" in response to the fires.

"My heart breaks hearing of the devastation in Maui," Rep. Cori Bush, D-Mo., added. "The climate crisis is here and it's killing people. It’s time for [Biden] to declare a climate emergency."

Sen. Dick Durbin, D-Ill., joined in, saying the wildfires were a "devastating view of our planet as we fail to adequately address the climate crisis."

And White House clean energy czar John Podesta called for policies to reduce carbon emissions to fight future natural disasters like the Maui wildfires which he said were "fueled by climate change."

HAWAII WINDS TO LESSEN AS FIREFIGHTERS ATTEMPT TO CONTAIN WILDFIRES; CONDITIONS REMAIN DRY AND BREEZY

"This summer has brought one climate disaster after another, from extreme heat in Arizona and Texas and across the Southeast, to floods in Vermont and upstate New York, to thick smoke from Canadian wildfires," Podesta told reporters on Aug. 16. "And all of us have watched in horror as the Maui fires have claimed over 100 lives — the largest loss of life of a fire in the last 100 years in America."

"To stop these disasters from getting even worse, we have to cut the carbon pollution that’s driving the climate crisis, and that’s what the Inflation Reduction Act is all about," he continued.

Experts, though, have thrown cold water on claims that climate change triggered the Maui fires.  Instead, they said the event was largely a result of years of poor forest and brush management, in addition to declining agriculture. Such conditions, they said, allow fires to spread rapidly and make fires harder to contain. "Blaming this on weather and climate is misleading," said Clay Trauernicht, a University of Hawaii at Manoa professor and environmental management expert. "Hawai'i's fire problem is due to the vast areas of unmanaged, nonnative grasslands from decades of declining agriculture."

"These savannas now cover about a million acres across the main Hawaiian Islands, mostly the legacy of land clearing for plantation agriculture and ranching in the late 1800s/early 1900s," he continued. "The transformation to savanna makes the landscape way more sensitive to bad 'fire weather' — hot, dry, windy conditions. It also means we get huge buildups of fuels during rainy periods."

[claywriting]

I can’t always be there to save you

As the protagonst is heading back to the Gryffindor common room after spending her day in the library, she hears something not so strange during the year, the Cruciatus curse being used on a student, so she decides to do the stupidest thing that passes her mind, and take the side of the fellow student, challeging the Carrows.

"The corridors were cold in that October night, and she was wandering in them with a caution that was new to the students, running almost to the common room before the curfew start, to finish there her study session. Since the Carrow had taken the school under their wings everything has changed, and not for good. The corporal punishment that for so long was banned from the school has returned. The wandering was almost completed, but screams captured her attention. Cautiously she approached; the screams sounded like the ones of a wounded beast, the kind only the cruciatus hex can force a people to make. And she wasn't wrong; reversed on the side, on the cold floor a student was twisting himself unleashing those horrible screams"

I'm a non english writer so if yuo have any tips or comment I'll gladly appiciates.

thank you all

Part one

The corridors were cold in that October night, and she was wandering in them with a caution that was new to the students, running almost to the common room before the curfew start, to finish there her study session. Since the Carrow had taken the school under their wings everything has changed, and not for good. The corporal punishment that for so long was banned from the school has returned stronger than before, and the climate in the, once, secure corridors was no more the one that can be perceived in a home, but the one that she was expecting to feel in a haunted mansion.

The wandering was almost completed, she was not far from the room of requirement, and she knew that shelter there was a good option, but screams from a corridor not far captured her attention. Cautiously she approached the source of the sound, with a mixture of curiosity and fear; the screams sounded like the ones of a wounded beast, the kind of screams only the cruciatus hex can force a people to make. And in facts her guts weren’t wrong; reversed on the side, on the cold floor a student was twisting himself unleashing those horrible screams. When the men, the death eather let the malediction end she saw with horror the face of the boy on the ground. Neville, was a fellow Gryffindor, a year older than her, that she remembers during the years, but she has started to be his friend from the fourth year, when Ginny, that damn girl, pulled her in the DA. She remembered him to be a very timid guy, but in the last two year he had grew very tall and… something had changed in him. She inhaled sharply, and when the scum lifted the wand to cast another hex on the poor boy her vision became red, in a fraction of second her voice hecoed in the hall, "Depulso" she screamed, sending the man against the wall behind him. "Levicorpus" added with emphasis, with a rage she can’t explain, "Descendo!" Led the body of the, by now, unconscious man to slam into the ground. There she stood, the breath fast almost as she had run until there, slowing return to a normal peace; this time give the boy, Neville, the time to get up from the ground and coming near to her, as he was about to thanks her a muffled scream exit her mouth.

“I’m totally fucked!” she whispered to herself. “For merlin’s shorts, I’m so fucked.” The redness of the anger leaving her face, as she became as white as a ghost.

There they stood, in silence, unsure of what to do, until some of the, many, painting started screaming.

“Run, for the love of God, kids, run before someone finds you here.”

The boy, Neville, had a rush in his limbs, and as fast as the wounds allow him, gasped the wrist of the girl in front of him and flew in the direction of the room of the requirement. In silence they run, shaking softly and, until the silhouette of the door appears in front of them, they didn’t allow themselves to take a sigh of relief. Once they’re inside of the room there is a moment or two of utterly terrified silence, before she unleashes another muffled scream of terror, crouching on the ground with her hands on the eyes. There she stood for many seconds, the breath irregular, trying to calm herself, not wanting to start crying in front of the poor, easy to embarrass, boy. The silence, filled only with the sound of the shaky breathing was almost overwhelming, but when she lifted her face from the floor a new determination is now filling the, no more terrified, eyes of the girl; that stood up and went to find a potion table, to make some curative potion for Neville, who was still bleeding.

“You… shouldn’t have putted in danger for me.” a small chuckle leaves his mouth “I’m one of their favourite targets, you know? I’m getting used to handle it.”

A shake of the shoulders is what he obtains in response.

“Sorry to take away your title, dear. But I’m pretty sure that from tonight they’ll have a new favourite.” As saying those words, she smiles, and give away a funny static pose, as a model. A weird way to dissolve tension, for sure, but nonetheless a little grin incurves Neville bloody face.

“Ginny’s going to be surpassed then, she won’t be happy.”

“Of course, she won’t be, she always must be the first in all, that girl is insufferable,” a small laugh escapes her lips, as she distillates the green potion. “should learn to share. With so many brothers who would have thought that she isn’t used to.”

She turns around, with a little smile on her face, handing the poor boy a vial. “Tastes like shit.” announces proudly “But will make you as new as you can be.”

There is a second in which they look in the eyes for a bit too long, but then Neville lowers his face to drink the potion, and she moves her gaze in another direction, not wishing to see the face of the boy reabsorb the wounds and the black eyes that he was, almost proudly, exhibiting. Doing so she found a Rag and a bucket of water standing next to her, almost as the room wanted to suggest the idea to use them to remove the blood from his face.

“You truly were very brave out there;” He muffled after some time “not many would have done what you did.”

“As many would have said that I’ve been a reckless idiot. Including me.” Another shake of shoulders. “We know since we were little kids, I couldn’t let you there. And besides, I’m pretty sure you would have done the same for me. Wouldn’t you?”

Neville smiled, while his cheeks became red as any given second “Of course” he stuttered “I would have for any of my friends.”

She smiled “Perfect, so you don’t have to thank me for nothing, I’ve done what was right to do. Nothing more, and, if we want to add a reason,” she says getting closer to him. “I think your face looks prettier without being black from the beating from the Carrows, you know?”

A small smile roses on the lips of Neville, while his cheeks became even more red if possible, and she laughs softly.

“We should return on the common room.” Neville stutters, avoiding her gaze. “Maybe the room can provide us a safe route to get as close as possible to the entrance.” adds, as a corridor opens in front of them. A swing of the wands creates enough light to make them advance with fairly security.

As they immerge in the dark path; she, instinctively, put her hand on top of one of Neville’s, without saying a word, as if comfort is the thing she is looking for with that gesture. No sound is exchanged, outside of the regular breathing, and noises of the two of them walking, feet crashing on the ground. Neither of them, with their intertwined fingers keeping each other near firmly, didn’t even attempt to let go the hand of the other; almost as they were to scared of losing the other person that was worthy of trust. As if they were in this together and together, they will get out.

When, finally, the image of a door delineates in front of them a sigh of relief emergers from both of their mouths, at the same time, and their shoulders relax after what has seemed to be ages. Lightly Neville tried to retract his hand from the strong grip of the girl in front of him but find him unable to do so.

“Uhm…” he mutters, under his breath “I think we are safe, now.”

She stood there for a second or two, listening to the sounds in the hall, her back as rigid as he never saw it, scared, perhaps. She brough a finger to her lips intimating silence as she approached the door, and leaning a ear against it, now listening carefully to any sound.

“I think we are safe Longbottom;” she whispers, cautiously, looking in his direction in the dimness, her big eyes wide open, her hands still trembling feebly. “one of us should go first, so, even if things go to hell we wont end both in detention.”

Neville nodded, silent, but then he goes on.

“I’ll go first, you already put yourself in danger this night to help me, it’s the least I can do to return the favour.” he hesitates for a second “Is it alright for you?”

She, once again, shook her shoulders; clearly more worried for the short distance that, she hopes, separate them from the Fat Lady painting, than for who should go first.

“Just, be careful,” it’s the first shaky words that leaves her mouth but then, he cocky smile that she used to wear as an armour since he get to know her blossom on her lips, and she continues “I can’t always be there to save you, can’t I?”

A small laugh leaves Nevilles lips as he puts his hand on the handle of the door. “Sadly, I would say.”

Without looking at her astonished face he goes out of the door, in the hall, loosing by doing so the rare image of the cheeks, and ears too, of the girl tinted of red. Afterward he went out she waited for a minute or two before emerging herself from the door, the well known hall in front of her calming her aching heart, knowing that the common room was just after the corners, she was already foretasting the good night of sleep she would have knowing she did help, when a hand poses on her shoulder, stopping her in the middle of the hall. A small cuss left her lips.

“There she is the little bastard who attacked one of the professors; like a coward, from his back.”

She stood petrified listening to the voice of Alecto in her hear. “C’mon miss, I think we have a long night that wait for us. We’ll have a lot of fun, and, fear not, my brother is fine after your little prank, so he will join us.”

Some sons of a bitch must have seen her, and, of course, the voices arrived to the Carrow before she can retract in the common room. Her usual luck; looking in another direction.

The woman, with a hand with a hand firmly on her shoulder conduced her away from her safe space, and, as she looked above her shoulder, the only relieving is don’t see any traces of Neville.

Part two

Neville entered in the common room like a fury, as he was chased from some of his worst demons, Piton that would be, and, once inside, he rested his back against the wall, under the shocked looks of his friends. Ginny, as always the fastest, was at his side in a mere second, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you okay? Why are you so late, the curfew started half an hour ago, you dumbass!” she smacked him in the back of his head “Did you want to have the Carrow punish you?”

The boy takes the hit without even flinching, his mouth left semi open because of the heavy breath. He stayed silent for some minutes and then, he revolted a worried look to the door, ignoring Ginny as she looked at him in disbelief. “She should be here by now. Why is she taking so much time” he muttered, his voice very worried.

“Who should be here?” Ginny asked, Seamus approaching as well.

“Y/n” he answered looking firmly at the door.

“L/n?” asked the two, in unison.

“Yes, she… she saw Amycus picking on me in the hall and, you should have seen her, she flew him into the wall, and then smacked him into the floor.” He lets out a small sigh “I don’t know if she learned that from Harry but was brilliant.”

Ginny moved his look on the door, now worrying for her friend.

“If someone has seen her doing something so stupidly brave, she is in so much trouble right now…” murmured, receiving a nod of approval from both boys.

Is easy to say that the girl didn’t return to the common room that night, Neville was sure about it, having spent the night on the sofa of the common room waiting for her, eventually falling asleep in front of the fire. The next morning waking up still on the sofa, with the worried look of Ginny make his spirit descend till the potion classroom. He tried to make is day go on as normal, trying to keep a low profile, but when in the evening him and Ginny didn’t find her in the common room panic start to grow in his stomach. The girl was absent because she exposed herself to protect him, Neville was sure of this, knowing that if she had being punished for being surprised outside the common room after the curfew she would be already came back. That night was spent insomniac by the poor boy who cannot even control his brain, leaving him to remember every interaction he had in the last four years with that girl with gentle eyes.

He thought over and over about that time in which, once again, she tokens his defences, in fourth year, when she, only thirteen years old, stepped in a hall while Cobble was pushing him in a corner. She, with sure footedness, approached them pretending to know what was happening there. Cobble, strong of his big body and dumb mind pushed her too, making her take some steps back; but then she dusted her skirt and in a second slammed the huge book she had under arm into the nose of the bully, making him fell over, as she looked at him; standing proud. After what was a brilliant, at least for Neville, Ginny and Ron, demonstration of pure power she moved her eyes on the bullied boy and give him the warmest of smile. “Are you okay?” Neville was sure, that first time would have been fire-branded in his head. Many where the times after that in which the girl helped him, and stood at his side, making the bullies, and even their friends, walk on the eggs, knowing that being rude to Neville would make her step in the middle; no one wanted to anger the girl with the quick tongue and no regards for their feelings. She was for sure a protector for her friends, and, in general, for everyone who she saw weak. She defended everyone, sooner or later, still having a clear soft spot for Neville. He always thought that the reason would have been because she think he was pathetic, and so during the DA she always offered herself to spar with him, and he knew she held herself, but he didn’t minded. Ginny many times assured him that she was one of the witches most gentle she knew, and he understood that she didn’t hold back for pity, but because he couldn’t have learned always with his ass on the ground.

Many memories held the boy awake during that night, hoping that the next day the girl would have been back.

But another day passed, and of her, no trace.

At this point Neville was in a panic so dramatic that at the end of the lessons he waits for Ginny and drag her to the office of the professor McGonagall, storming inside her office like a fury, or more, a desperate bird who crashes onto the bars of his cage.

“The Carrow, professor” he almost screams as the poor, tired woman which tries to make him lower his voice. “They have y/n”

The professor lifts an eyebrow. “I… Longbottom, I’m sorry but since the start of the year they have token the students for their… personal punishment” the woman sigh “I can’t do anything about it. I’m sure that in a few hours miss L/n will be back in the common room.”

Ginny shakes her head “She is gone for two days” and, without waiting for an invite, the girl starts narrating what has happened some nights before. As she goes on and on the eyebrows of the professor McGonagall lowered more and more, meanwhile Neville sat on a chair with his head on his hands, the fingers sunk in the hair, lightly shaking.

“This is very, very serious. The poor girl must be wary and tired. You two run to Madam Pomfrey and make her give you some potions for her wounds, I’ll go talk to the Carrows.” She announces, rising from her spot, to take the door, looking like a fury, and nothing like the calm professor that Ginny and Neville learned to knew in years.

The run for the infirmary was desperate for Neville, left alone from Ginny who went to the great hall to take something to eat both for her friend and Neville, which was fasting since the night before.

If the run has been terrifying to Neville the worst part was just beginning, another night awake, on the couch of his common room waiting for the girl that has saved him, perhaps for the last time. He couldn’t make the imagine of his parents in the vests of San Mungo’s, unable to recognize him, out of his head. His brain was invaded from all the memories of every smile she landed to him, and then her face overlapped to his mother’s, with the same confused expression and empty eyes. The lump in his throat making difficult for him to breath.

It is only after all the Gryffindor has returned to the common room that is heard a small knock on the painting of the Fat Lady, and, as she opened, all the people in the common room covered the eyes to the smallest kids present there. In front of them, supported by both of the Carrow was y/n, covered in blood, her hair tangled in knots and dried blood, her feet unable to support her were dragged on the floor abandoned, and her arms, always so strong, let loose, as she was unconscious.

Without any further ceremony the two siblings let her fell into the ground at the beginning of the passage to enter in the common room.

“Let this be a lesson to you all.” They only say, before turning on themselves and vanish in the black of the halls in the night.

As the two vanished, Neville, beating even Ginny, flew himself out of the common room kneeling near the girl reverse on the floor, and, with tenderness, lifting her up, as some fourth years makes the smaller kids, first and second years go to their room, to not witness the terrifying image in front of them. With gentleness, almost as he was afraid of broken her, Neville put the girl on the sofa, in front of the fire, looking at her trembling so slightly. Ginny, by his side, already was taking out the potions Madam Pomfrey had given them, and, trembling as well, pouring slowly in her friend’s mouth. Moments of silence make the whole room keep the breath, until a small cough came from the girl unconscious on the sofa, and the wound starts to vanish. But were not the wound of the body who worried Neville making him almost puke bile, but the wound of the sprit, terrified of losing another person to the insanity that the cruciatus can cause if used too much, for too much time on a single person. There he stood, kneeled near the sofa with the hands of the girl in his, waiting for a response, for her to open her gentle eyes and look at him. Looking at her covered in bruises and blood was sickening, but there he stayed, even after all the other went to bed. And slowly he fell asleep, sat on the floor with the head to rest on the sofa, near her waist.

A hand passing between his hair is what wakes him in the morning, or, since the black is still outside il still night. He lifted his head confused, asking why someone would wake him up, why is so uncomfortable, and in front of him a pair of very gentle eyes looking at him is what wakes him up definitely.

“I told you; you are cuter without the face black from the Carrow.” Jokes the girl weakly, passing her hand on his hair, whit tenderness. “I’m happy you came back safe.” She then added, with scratchy voice.

Neville almost cried “You are the most reckless idiot I’ve ever seen. You had it ten time worse than me, and for what?”

Again, se let go a weak laugh “For what? Neville, for you, dumbass. I’ve looked out for you since I was thirteen. You can’t really think I would just be stood there as that son of a bitch tortures you.” Her hand moves from his hair to his cheek “You are the most amazing Gryffindor I know, Bloody hell, the most amazing person” she coughs a few times “I will always look out for you, whether you want it or no. I owe it to you. And I know you don’t need me anymore, perhaps you never did, but I don’t want to leave you alone, I never will.”

The smile on her lips weak lips made Neville almost lose it, he bit his lip and looked away for a second or two, to recompose himself. But when he glanced at her, seeing the girl bruised and covered in her own blood his barriers collapsed, without thinking he launched himself on her, hugging her with as many forces as he could, even forgetting to be careful to not hurt her. She didn’t complain, as he can remember she never did, always as steady as a rock in the middle of a hurricane, nothing ever make her complain, nor the Umbridge, nor the hits of the bludgers during the quidditch matches, and now even the Carrow. She slowly drags him on the sofa, with her, and there they stood, him caressing her hair, slowly and humming an old song his grandma used to sing to him in the nights of tempest, and eventually fell asleep, hugging tightly.

When, the morning after Ginny finds them on the sofa a light grin appeared on her face, smacking Neville lightly on the head to wake him up. The boy, rose, confused.

“So?” asked Ginny with a smirk “did you sleep well with your girlfriend?”

A small laugh, held back to not wake the subject of the conversation, left the lips of Neville.

“She is not my girlfriend. I’m pretty sure se sees me as a… good friend. Someone to take care of, at the most”

Ginny’s face almost fell on the floor.

“Are you idiot? Yes?” she didn’t await for an answer. “I think you should tell her that, if you only see her as a friend, I mean.”

Neville shot her a confused look.

“Only love makes someone that crazy Nev. And, if I reckon correctly se collect detention since her third year to protect you. That is a lot of love, if you ask me, and” and she darted a look at her “a lot of points from our house.”

She shakes her shoulders.

“I’ll let the professors know you are sick today, use this time to… I don’t know, make whatever there is between the two of you clear. We would use some love to cheer us up.”

She left, and slowly every other Gryffindor rose and left the common room, leaving Neville and Y/n alone in there. She still sleeping and, even if he needed a shower, he can’t force himself to leave her side, worried that she would wake up and have the terrible idea to go to a somewhere.

Around the half of the morning a house elf delivered to them something to eat, and when finally, the girl woke up they agree to take a shower, put on some comfy clothes and meet by the sofa to have breakfast together. And so, they did.

The silence filling the room, except for the fire dancing in the fireplace, the idea to break it to make whatever there is clear as Ginny has said make the knees of Neville feels like jelly. But, in the end, he forces himself to do it.

“Y/n” he called softly, gaining from the girl a curious look “I… do have a question for you”.

She nodded, gulping the piece of bread she was eating, so, he continued.

“Do… why…” he sighs passing a hand on his eyes “Ginny says…”

“Ginny is right” she cut short. Extending her legs to the fireplace, while moving towards him, and tanking his hand in hers. “I told you last night, I will always have your back, Neville. I… I don’t think you remember, but me and Ginny where friends from the first year, and when she vanished, you were the one who consoled me. In my second year when Black evaded and I was terrified you were the one who was sleeping next to me, and you comforted me, once again. You… always make me feel save, when I was terrified, in my third year, I don’t know if you remember but I was next to you when… Harry came back with Cedric. I was so shocked, but when I grasped at your hand you didn’t move it, once again you were my rock. And every year, when something terrifying happened you are always next to me, making me calm.” She laughs softly “You are my rock, always has been even if you didn’t know.”

Nevilles face fell. Never would have imagined that the girl that he associated with the word Bravery considered him her rock. Even in his wildest dreams, the ones in which he finds the courage to confess to her, she accepts his love and to take care of him, discovery that she sees him as the one that takes care of her was the most unexpected thing.

“You… are kidding me” he exhales “you are the bravest witch in this school, one of the best duellists I’ve ever seen, you punched Cabble at thirteen and, and defended me from the bullies so many times. I always seen in you the rock of my life. You were always the one that defended me. You were the powerful, brilliant, beautiful one Y/n!” Almost hysterically he passed a hand in his hair, confused, amazed by the situation. “You are the most incredible witch that Hogwarts has ever seen, and… and I’m every day happy to know you consider me one of your friends. But… Bloody hell. I’m mad for you since, I don’t know, fourth year? Fifth? I don’t need to know if you reciprocate, it’s okay to just be your friend, but… please don’t make me worry like this no more, I’m not sure I can take it.”

As one of his worst nightmares she lets go a laugh, but it ends very shortly after.

“I love you Longbottom, since I can remember.” She shook her head “Hell, I was waiting for this for years.” She laughs again moving closer to him, actually, almost jumping into him, to kiss him with fierce passion; forgetting all that waits for them outside the common room. Their hands travelled on their body, caressing, hugging desperate to find some peace, to lower some burdens from their hearts, because, in the end, they were only two kids in the middle of a war.

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quenya names BUT short and including "o"

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Title: Summer PeterPan

Circle/author: heco./otoshibuta

Characters: Shizuo and Izaya

Pairings: Shizaya

Summary: Izaya brokers an experimental truce with Shizuo – he’ll leave Shizuo alone for their last cultural festival if Shizuo can spend one day in his company without flying off the handle.

(If I have the time) the next book I (tentatively) plan to work on is set post-Ketsu with Shizuo visiting Bunokura to finish off Izaya! Otherwise the next book will be released around Halloween that's centered around vampire Izaya and vampire hunter Shizuo from a certain anikuji. You know the one.

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Death Sentence doodles/art dump :3

Extremely bored so I drew my booboobears again (grown ass gangsters) sorry Nick I kinda didn't care about you enough to draw you

Also I can't be the only one who sees Death Sentence in Three Cheers right I'm not insane I'm not crazy I'm n

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I DON'T care what anybody says they're like brothers to each other trust ..... since Bones never really cared about Billy nor Joey , I like to think that they supported each other with the help of the other boys since childhood .... ouuughhhh I'm gonna be sick .... Darley Gang you're alive in my heart

Full canvas here:

Am I gonna make a tag for every single gang member ? Yes . Yes I am. Teehee :3

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BULLS 1-2 IKTR 🏆