#Honestly I am having so much fun with this idea

[dollbrbie]

♡ ⸝⸝ NOT GOOD ENOUGH

cw. fratboy isagi, reader doubting herself & isagi’s relationship, pretty angsty, i don’t love this but oh well, its #foreshadowing :p

after yours and isagi’s first argument, you both decided to swear off parties for a while. before isagi, you would rarely attend any, going on the occasional weekend out with your girls. but since isagi was someone who threw these type of party’s with his frat, it was sort of unavoidable that you got more into it.

but now you both agree it’s getting pretty repetitive, and starting to get to you both. besides, you always had as much fun, if not more, when you guys did typical, boring couple stuff. like staying in and watching a movie, maybe ordering some food and heading to bed early or even just lounging around just simply getting to enjoy each other’s company.

so for the next two months, that’s what you did. having early, quiet nights at your dorm to escape the usual party atmosphere at isagi’s frat brought so much more peace to your relationship, a kind of peace you both hadn’t experienced quite yet. it wasn’t like isagi didn’t give you peace, but it was just different. a good kind of different.

and you could tell how much isagi preferred it when anytime his friends suggested coming to a party, just for tonight, he’d always decline and hit them with, “nah, i’m just gonna chill with my girl.”

it was amazing while it lasted, and you felt like you were in the best place with yours and isagi’s relationship. but after a while, you started noticing his friends giving you strange looks, the kind of looks that definitely rubbed you the wrong way. you didn’t really feel like mentioning it to isagi. after all, they were his friends, they probably just needed to warm up to you.

it started off as little side eyes, something you could ignore and just shrug off. but soon came when you started to hear their whispers behind your back and the words that would soon send you spiralling.

“i honestly think the reason he doesn’t spend time with us is because of her. have you seen how she treats him? she’s definitely turned into some crazy control freak.”

“a girl like her isn’t good enough for isagi. he’s way too nice, so he’ll never put her in her place.

“sure, she’s pretty. but, that attitude? nah.”

“i bet isagi is just scared of her. he’s follows her around like a lost puppy! and he’s too nice to say anything.”

“nah for real, what happened to the party animal isagi used to be? there’s no way it isn’t down to her, they’re together 24/7, she’s definitely controlling him.”

yeah, it was insanely obvious they were talking about you through their hushed whispers, even if they never said your name directly.

you tried not to let it bother you, but since hearing them, it’s like your mind has played them on loop, making you overthink situations where you probably had been a little harsher than you should’ve, or where you begged isagi to stay at your dorm to hang out when his friends called.

but where you really being one of those kind of girlfriends? you did notice isagi hadn’t been at practice as much. granted, he always attended the compulsory ones, but when thinking about it, that just wasn’t like isagi.

and even if they had been jokes, your boyfriend did say you were mean to him. in the moment, it seemed like he didn’t mind, that he was going along with the joke. but, what if he mentioned something to his friends? what if he didn’t actually fuck with that? am i being paranoid?

fuck.

even your boyfriend noticed the solemn, dissociative vibe you had, asking you “are you okay?”, every five seconds.

and each time you’d nod with a small smile, “i’m okay.”

but you weren’t okay. and isagi shouldn’t be okay, he shouldn’t be okay with you. that’s what you had decided.

you felt like you were spiralling, and you had no idea what to do. this wasn’t even just isagi now, it had you so down that you couldn’t focus in your lectures.

and as much as you wanted to avoid it, you knew you had to do something about it. for yours and his sake.

you had to end this relationship.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[sturnmeovr]

Posting for awareness and informative purposes only!! I am not a bully or hater by any means!!

(the first two pictures are my post. The third and fourth pictures are a post that was posted today)

Firstly, I want to say I did not come here to be hateful, only to spread awareness. Writing is my #1 hobby just like many others on this app. My account isn't that big, I’m just under 1,000 followers and I am thankful for every single one of them. I work hard on my writing. I'm 24 years old with a full-time job and I’m a mother to a 3-year-old dog😂🫶🏻 I stay up late most nights to write, edit, interact, etc. just like so many others on here. I love writing just as much as I love the triplets and it doesn't feel good when I log into my account to see other writers messaging me about someone stealing my work. Regardless if this is just an introduction post, this is my work copied and rephrased.

@bernardsbendystraws always preaches about how we should ask to use others work for inspiration. This increases the chances of your work getting reblogged, shared, and interacted with by other big accounts. When I say I'm not a hater, I mean that shit. I love talking to people on here. I brainstorm with anyone who private messages me. I help others with their writing. I don't care how many followers you have or how cute your account is, I interact with anything I like.

Had this person asked to use my work as inspo beforehand, I would've reblogged, liked, commented on every single post and followed immediately. I get so much warmth when someone shows an interest in my writing, so I understand 100%. But what we're not gonna do is copy and paste my work, flip a few words, and claim it as yours. Not only did you do that, you refused to take it down, claiming you asked another writer for permission and "only got a few words" from my post. You only said you'd rewrite it after I asked repeatedly asked you take it down. Then claimed you worded your message wrong. I'm not mad, I'm just saying - from my perspective, this is really shady.

I also want to state I am NOT the originator of babydaddy!Chris, there in fact was another account who had a babydaddy!Chris Au (still there but not active that I know of) before I posted mine.

I DO NOT care who has a babydaddy!Chris Au - I have zero claims on him!! I DO care when someone blatantly copies my work and marks it as their own.

Taking inspiration from someone else's Au and copying them are two different things. For example, @leoslaboratory has a babydaddy!Chris Au that came out after mine that is completely different. She uses her own ideas from her own head, plans it out herself, and fucking kills it on top of all that! Even though our Au's are different, she still credited me even though she technically didn't have to. Highly respected of her btw. Everyone check out her Au because it is honestly amazing!! <3

When you follow someone for months and all the sudden come out with 'your' work (like pictured above) that is identical to theirs, that is called copying. When you look up to someone's work, put your own twist on it, and come up with your own layout - that's called taking inspiration.

I just want everyone to be more cautious and considerate of others. This might be just Tumblr, but some people work really hard on here as crazy as that sounds.

And to the person who this is about, I blurred out your name because I genuinely hate it when people get bullied on here, that's the last thing I want to happen. I don't want to be responsible for that. I just hope you learned from this mistake and will grow from it! Writing about the triplets is supposed to be fun and doing things like this take the fun out of it. And trust, brainstorming up your own ideas is a lot more thrilling than going to someone else's page to take their work!

That's all I have to say - look forward to some posts from me soon 🫶🏻

Tagging others for awareness purposes only - @sweetshuga @chrisbratt333 @mattscoquette @muwapsturniolo @starrii-sturns @strnilolover @sofisturns @shadowthesim237

[regulusrules]

4 fics where Arthur kills Merlin + 1 fic where Merlin kills Arthur

Now I know you will be like, what the fuck, why is this even a trope? But honestly, in these fics, you won’t even be able to breathe from how amazingly executed the idea is. So enjoy really, these fics are all top tier, and I would only give you tissues to prepare yourself for what will uniquely happen in each of them.

1. Only A Dream Of The Grass Blowing by @hum-my-name. 53K, M.

I recently read this one, and to say I stared so long at the ceiling afterwards is an understatement. Oh my lord above and below, I can’t even begin with how amazingly written the story is. The utter raw genuine emotions. The turmoil you undergo with them. So much love for this author who climbed the ladder of my favourite merthur writers so fast.

2. Rend and Rebuild by @peaceheather. 103K, T.

Anyone like me who survives solely on long fics, this is the best one for you. I will forever keep on saying how much this fic is what we deserved. I love it so much it is genuinely one of these comfort fics from how the characterisation is just so on point.

3. Beauty in the Ashes of Our Lives by Fulgance. 21K, T.

Think I would do this fic rec list of this trope and not add BITAOOL? I recommend this fic more than my own. If I can take a fic to the under-ground, it would be this one. And no amount of fics I read will substitute the special love I have for this one.

4. Pining for the Moon by @eachpeachpearplume. 13K, M.

My god. MY GOD. This fic just fucks with your mind sooooo good. I was honestly surprised the first time I read it. And again, the trope’s execution is so on point. And so unique. God I will never stop loving this trope and will never stop love the authors who write it this wonderfully.

+1: My breaths are run by your compass by @regulusrules. 75K, M.

I am yet to recover from the magic reveal of this fic, and how it is unlike any in the entire fandom because it isn’t about Merlin this time. God, I keep remembering the love, the pain, the KARMA, and it just makes me go like holy shit. I need to make a podcast about every single idea that drove me fucking insane; start by the kneeling scene.. by the rendition of “You’ve had your fun, my friend.”.. by the golden age we deserved.

[For more recs]

[noreasontobebland]

Sylus x Black Female Reader

You and Sylus Answer Sex Questions Based on Your Relationship (Questions 1-4)

“I’m going to bed.”

“Sylus!”

It’s not often you and him have time alone like this. He’s always managed to make time for you regardless, but you can’t help to feel like you’re a burden when you do so(he’s also established he genuinely loves being with you but I digress)

So when you spent the evening in his bedroom on the laptop and seen a questionnaire on tumblr you of course clicked on it.

And of course Sylus being Sylus he was so about to couldn’t indulge in your silly antics with him again.

“C’mon pleaseeee…I wanna know what you think—-“

“Think about what? How I make love to you? I think it’s one of the best and intoxicating experiences of my life and I cherish every sound, scream, and move you make when you’re under me. Goodnight.”

Oh you hated when he did that.

You peaked over his broad back facing you and began to teasing your finger on his bare chest. “Please.”

Sylus knows that will always co-sign on any idea you give him to partake on, it’s just you still seem to believe him when he teases you about it. It’s a fun game for him to see you beg sometimes.

“What do I get in return if I play this game?”

“I’ll suck your dick.”

“That sounds like a win win situation for us both instead of just me winning.”

Huffing at the fact that it’s true…you do enjoy giving him head, “Whatever you want. Please.”

“Let’s make it more interesting; with every 2 questions I answer, you owe me one favor. Deal?”

“There’s 20 questions.”

“Then I guess you’ll be owing me 10 fold.”

“Oh you are so—“

“Question 1.” He takes your laptop into his lap, pulling you by his side with a curled smirk, “How satisfied are you with your partner in bed? Scale 1-10.”

“….”

Sylus tilts his head at you, “Ladies first.”

“….very.”

“Oh don’t be shy now, sweetie you brought this up….give me a full sentence…”

“I am extremely…satisfied with our sex life. And to scale it…12/10.”

Sylus looks back at the laptop with a deadpanned look, “Just 12? I was going to give you a better score than that…seems I’m not doing enough to exceed your expectations.”

“No! No you are! You’re amazing in bed! Remember? Last night? I practically shouted about how much I love—-“

You begin to realize form the amused smile in his face he was just clearly fucking with you once again. And you pout, “You ass.”

“You are well above any lover I could ever have. You’re extremely attentive to what I want from you and to scale it…it’d be broken.”

It’s honestly astonishing to you how honest Sylus can be with you, you should be used to it by now, but he always seems to keep you on your toes with his words of affirmations.

“Question 2…What is something you never told your partner, but always wanted to do with them?…oh.”

“Is your fantasy that bad—?”

“No! I just….i don’t know I never really had any fantasies. You introduced me to everything….and I’m still learning from you new things so…”

You finally began to see a hint of blush flood his ears and cheek, despite having his famous poker face at you, you weren’t wrong he took all your first, and practically taught you what you knew now, and he still had a lot more he wanted to teach you. He leans back on the leather headboard and pretends to think, “I do have a fantasy myself, but I’ll save it for one of our IOU’s.”

“Heeeyy no fair!”

He hums before turning back to the laptop, “Question 3…What is something you won’t do even if your partner asked.”

“Interesting…well since you’re not that experienced—“

“Hey!”

“As long as it’s nothing that puts you in complete pain then I really won’t say no to anything.”

“What about pegging?”

He just stares at you with an unreadable look, “How do you—-?”

“I probably wouldn’t say no to you either. I trust you wouldn’t wanna do anything too bad…”

“Anal plug?”

“….moving on.”

“Question 4…What is something your partner does in bed you love?”

“Hm…its a lot but…well…maybe how you reach your arms out to me to kiss you while you’re cumming…you’re so cute—“

“OKAAYYUHHHH!”

“What?” He chuckles, “Don’t you love my honesty?”

“Thank you, Sylus….” You sigh trying to think, “I love how you…talk to me during. Y’know telling me in my ear how well I’m doing and if I’m alright. You sound…hot.”

You look up at him seeing his sly smirk, he kisses your temple before whispering, “Your comfort while I fuck you is hot to me as well.”

[myboybreakscoffins]

Behind the Barriers 

hypnotize  (march 27), @black-brothers-microfic — regulus & sirius black microfic — fluff — word count: 722

They sat cross-legged on the floor of the old greenhouse at the summer villa, facing each other. Sirius was diligently tying a sickle to a piece of string while Regulus watched with a frown.

“You do realize this is totally unfounded, right?” the younger Black asked for what had to be the thousandth time.

“It’s an ancient technique, Reggie. There’s millennia of scientific evidence to back it up,” Sirius replied, not even bothering to look up. He was far more interested in making sure the coin was securely attached to the string than getting dragged into another one of Regulus's tedious debates.

Regulus snorted. “And you read about it in one of your Muggle leisure magazines—” 

“Aha!” Sirius announced triumphantly, ignoring his brother completely. His homemade pendulum was ready.

Regulus sighed as Sirius started swinging the coin between them. “It just doesn’t make sense. You really believe someone can enter a trance with just a coin, a few sentences, and no magic involved? It’s absurd.”

“Come on, Reggie, don’t be a spoilsport,” Sirius coaxed, even though he didn’t have much faith in Muggle hypnosis himself. But if he admitted that out loud, Regulus might refuse to participate, and honestly, they had nothing better to do. “Let’s just do it for fun.”

Regulus huffed. “And why am I the guinea pig?”

“Because, dear Reggie, this is my idea.” And, he thought, whether it works or not, it’ll be hilarious to watch your reaction.

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“Alright, let’s get started.”  Sirius took one last glance at the magazine, cleared his throat, and began gently swinging the pendulum as Regulus watched, looking deeply unimpressed.

After a few seconds, Sirius lowered his voice to a slow, deliberate drawl: “You’re hearing the sound of my voice…”

Regulus snorted, barely suppressing a laugh.

“For fuck's sake, Reg! Can you cooperate a little?” Sirius snapped.

“I can’t help it, that sounded ridiculous,” Regulus shot back, smirking. “so serious.” 

Sirius groaned. “Just… stop thinking and follow my instructions.” He swung the coin again, determined to hypnotize his little shit of a brother.

“Look at the coin carefully. Breathe slowly. Let my words wash over you. Everything is calm here. It’s just you and me.”

Sirius watched as his younger brother’s body gradually relaxed, his breathing evening out.

“You are safe. You feel relaxed. Your eyes feel heavy.”

Excitement bubbled in Sirius's stomach as Regulus’s eyelids fluttered. Was it actually working?

“When I count to three, you will drop your barriers. One… two… three.”

Silence.

Sirius studied his brother’s face. Regulus looked… serene. No frown, no skepticism, just barely open eyes as if he were drifting off.

“Introduce yourself,” Sirius instructed cautiously.

“I’m Regulus Arcturus Black,” Regulus replied instantly, his voice clear and steady. “Second son and heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. A Slytherin.”

Sirius wrinkled his nose. That was painfully formal, even for Regulus. “Tell me, honestly, what you think of me.”

“Foolish. Irreverent. Outrageous. Arrogant,” Regulus listed with unsettling ease.

Sirius scowled, about to cut him off, when Regulus continued, “Brilliant. Bold. Funny… and I love you.”

Sirius’s mouth fell open. Oh. Oh, this was definitely working. Otherwise, Regulus would never admit that.

“Raise both hands and meow like a cat!”

Regulus did so without hesitation.

Merlin.

Sirius barely held back a cackle. Muggles were geniuses. This was incredible.

Then, a new idea struck him. The Ultimate Test.

"Tell me who your crush is."

"James Potter."

Sirius paled, completely stunned. "What... Who is your crush, Reggie?" he asked again in a small voice.

Regulus remained expressionlessly still. “James Potter.”

Sirius felt like someone had dumped a cauldron of ice water over him. James? His James?!

He scrambled to his feet, clutching the coin like it had personally betrayed him. “No. Nope. Absolutely not. That’s bullshit. It’s broken. You’re lying. This is a scam.”

Regulus didn’t react, still staring blankly ahead.

“Wake up, Regulus!” Sirius barked, voice slightly shrill. “WAKE UP WAKE UP ONE TWO THREE!!” He was so flustered he didn’t even notice the faint twitch at the corner of Regulus’s mouth. “I am NOT dealing with this. Absolutely not.”

Regulus sat there, impassive, as Sirius turned on his heel and stormed toward the door, muttering angrily. “This is bullshit!” 

Then, Regulus blinked, stretched lazily, and smirked.

“Well, I told you so.”

[panchulien]

Long ask incoming, cuz I finally have the brain to put this makanolan idea into words (warning for blood and near death experiences):

Andrei dies. At least that's what Makarov thinks, since he was there when the shard of stray shrapnel tears into his second's throat. He was there as what had been a perfectly planned mission suddenly starts spinning wildly out of control, and now he's got hands wrapped around Andrei's throat and the blood is soaking through his gloves.

Andrei was still fighting for breath when he was forced to leave him or risk capture and all his plans falling apart. Makarov stayed long enough to haphazardly use the man's own belt to try to do something to save him, then press a kiss to his forehead, then give him permission to die.

Years pass. A few, at least. Konni group continues Makarov's plans, but it's... different. Milena has to remain more distant, since 141 got to her last time, and he never trusts another officer the way he did Andrei. He never thought his plans would make him feel... lonely.

Meanwhile, Andrei isn't dead. He doesn't remember how he ended up in custody of the SAS, nor does he know how he managed to disobey his commander's last order and stayed alive after his throat had been torn open. At least he can't give up information as easily anymore. Shredded vocal chords make talking difficult.

But uhhhh yeah. Suddenly 141 has an interesting bargaining chip in their hands to get back at Makarov. They found security camera footage at the weapons factory where they'd found Andrei, so they know he means something to Makarov.

The question is, what is he willing to sacrifice to have his most loyal soldier back at his side? Is he willing to take a deal? Much to have fun with......

Dude. I am tired as hell but when I tell you I literally sat up straight after reading this. I'm SO buzzed rn. This would be so, so good as a long fic but alas all you'll get is my ramblings so. jdjfjf

It's beautiful man. You know Andrei's death would be so heartbreaking, Makarov personally witnessing it. Tries to save him, hold out as much as he can, but in the end he and his plans come first, and he must leave. Maybe it's his efforts that kept Nolan alive, maybe every second counted. But either way, Makarov doesn't know that, and to him, his second in command died right in his hands. Maybe he watched the light leave his eyes, when it was just Andrei passing out from exhaustion and blood loss, maybe Makarov already accepted it. Kissed him goodbye and left him there. That shit would haunt him forever if you believe he even slightly cares about Nolan. (which I do) Makarov watching helplessly as Nolan chokes on his own blood, his hands being soaked with his partners blood...

What's even worse, would be when Makarov finds it out. He's been lonely all these years, right? Accepted Nolan's death. Never trusted anyone again. What he had with Nolan was real, men like him are so rare. Devotion and loyalty like his, it's never to be found again. Makarov mourns his death every single day, he keeps going but the dull ache remains. Even a man as cold as him would mourn such a loss, I think. It's Andrei. The closest man to him, the man he trusted and loved the most. So imagine, after all those years, the moment he learns Andrei is actually alive.

Alive, but at the hands of his enemies. Imagine the shock, the anger, the heartbreak. I honestly can't predict how it would go, what he would do.

He'd be relieved at first, what do you mean he's alive? Then the questions would come flooding in. Is he okay? How'd he survive? What'd they do to him... Then anger, because he probably got the message from 141. They have Andrei, again, he'd be enraged. Then doubt would creep in. It's been so long, what if they got to him? What if Andrei is on their side, what if he's brainwashed? And there's no way to know it, is there?

Maybe he sets up a rescue operation, doesn't care about the cost. Milena tries talking him out of it, as his only remaining "friend" (she hasn't been, since long), Makarov pulls a gun on her. I doubt he'd be thinking straight. Milena tells her it's too much on the line, it's not worth it, Nolan has been dead for years. Even if he's back, he wouldn't be the same. I think this option only works if you consider Makarov has a soft spot for Nolan.

Maybe he agrees with 141 for a deal. Just to see what is up. Makarov swears this is the last time they'll see 141, sets up everything perfectly, everyone is to die except Nolan. If they manage to capture him, great, but if they sense something is wrong they are going to shoot Nolan only on Makarov's orders. I doubt Makarov would go for killing him since he has many questions, but just in case.

It's a whole emotional clusterfuck, man. Would be hard on Nolan too. Imagine the guilt of failing his commander for the second time, "disobeying his commanders last order by staying alive". He'd wish he was dead instead. I fully believe he wouldn't break no matter what 141 tries on him, but even he would change after so many years. I don't know. Maybe he plans an escape, endures everything, plays into their tricks, makes them think he's one of them... idk. He's smart enough to pull it off, but with his throat, things would be different. All I know is that he's being eaten alive by guilt every waking moment.

Price walks in on him trying to hang himself with the shredded sheets and it takes Price and two other soldiers to calm him down. He'd be a mess, I don't know. I think at the end of the day Andrei would stay as a prisoner, rather than an ally, because he is not to be trusted. Not around guns, not around them, precious information and whatnot. He's too loyal.

Their reunion would be... something for sure. I can't tell how it'd go. If Makarov would be happy to have him back or not, or if Andrei is even fit to fight anymore. You never know, Makarov could do anything. 😭

Sorry this got away from me, but yeah, good thoughts brother... I love it. Thank you for sharing it with me. I'll definitely think upon it, a lot. 🙏💗

[myokk]

fast sketch of ominis & fast intro to the ominis longfic I'm working on!! This is going to be the most self-indulgent pride and prejudice ripoff that ever existed, 100% based on the ominis of my oneshot💘

I am just OBSESSED with exploring the idea that he’s a natural legilimens & OBSESSED with the thought that he thinks too much for his own good🫶🫶🫶

Ominis Gaunt has always suspected he is cold-blooded.

It makes sense, really.

He always seems to be cold: frigid, long fingers that are often stiff and difficult to move; goosebumps raising the skin of his arms and the back of his neck any time he walks through the drafty halls of the dungeons; even his eyes, he has been told, are reminiscent of ice. They are apparently quite unsettling. The only time he feels comfortable in his body is when he basks in the heat of the sun.

His earliest memory is of the cold. It went like this: he was four years old: his older brother, Marvolo, had led him outside as a joke, he swore up and down that it was just a small joke, and how was he supposed to know that poor, blind Ominis would not be able to find his way back home? When his parents had finally found him, his frail mother sobbing and holding his tiny, blue, hypothermic body to her chest, Ominis remembers feeling quite perturbed at the disturbance. Couldn’t he just be left alone, in the silent soft snow?

He does not know if he has ever felt warm since.

As he strides through the dungeons, the copious amount of warming charms he casts on himself do not seem to be enough, but he keeps casting them anyways and also: wrapping his wool scarf more tightly around his neck, quickening his pace in the hopes that blood flows more easily through his limbs, wishing that he had remembered his gloves. Winter is always a terrible time of year (this winter more terrible than usual), and every breath of warm air leaves his lips reluctantly. How he wishes that he could just hold on to it a bit longer and yet the warmth leaves him precisely fifteen traitorous times a minute, the frigid air gleefully entering and burning its way down his throat in response. Maybe it’s a punishment of some sort.

His whole life has been defined by punishments and sometimes he preoccupies himself with the thought that it is the only way he can view the world. Most of the punishments are manifested in curses inherited from his family. (His parents and Marvolo insist that they are gifts, but Ominis begs to differ.)

First, his blindness: the only true punishment-curse that even his family rejects: caused by inbreeding, no doubt. He did not cry after his birth and his mother cradled his tiny body in silent arms, lovingly whispering nonsense-evil-Parseltongue to him but when he opened his eyes and she saw a brilliant celestine blue with no iris, she screamed in horror and shattered the frigid peace of the room. His parents tried everything to fix him, make him whole, throwing money at various possible solutions to no avail. Magically induced disabilities are not, apparently, curable by magic.

Ominis is not sure that he hates being blind, although he suspects everyone thinks that he should. It is as much a part of him as his fifteen-breaths-per-minute, and he thinks that vision is not all it’s cracked up to be. He is always terrified at the thought that his tenuous hold on sanity is only due to the fact that he cannot see, until he realizes he shouldn’t be terrified of hypothetical situations that cannot come to pass. He consoles himself with the thought that maybe, if he has had to give up his vision for his sanity, it is a small price to pay. Although, he also thinks sometimes that it would be nice to live a life without any morality holding him back.

He is entirely too introspective, after all.

It is precisely this introspection that is his downfall in this moment (and his cold blood). Ominis is so busy casting warming charms on himself and thinking in circles that he cannot use his wand to help him sense his environment and so he should not be surprised when he crashes into her.

And yet he is. Terribly surprised.

Maybe if he were not so caught up in his own thoughts he could have paid more attention to his surroundings. Instead, he spent too much time ruminating on his reptilian heritage and has now barreled head first into his arch-nemesis.

Rosalie Harris.

The girl who has stolen his oldest friend from him.

The girl who is currently making angry noises as she clambers to her feet and is picking up the things that he has crashed everywhere. Even if he could see, Ominis is not sure he would help her. Helping her would be akin to betraying himself, after all.

“Hey! Watch where you’re - oh, hello, Ominis.”

“Rosalie,” he says shortly, nodding his head where he thinks she might be standing and stepping to the side. He tightens his grip around his wand, feeling the texture of the wood change from rough to smooth as he runs his thumb down it. Smooth where he always seems to worry it, rough where the wood refuses to yield to the brushes of his thumb.

He surreptitiously casts the spell - he has at least done it so many times he no longer needs to say it out loud - and his surroundings light up. Or, he supposes that is the most apt description, considering he cannot actually differentiate between light and dark. He senses Rosalie’s silhouette to his left - she is standing with her arms crossed and her foot taps impatiently as she waits for him.

Waiting for what? he thinks, slightly irritated. She never seems to leave him alone and he wracks his brain trying to think of something, anything he can say to get rid of her.

Maybe if he speaks in Parseltongue, she would finally be scared away for good. He does not really want that second reminder of his family’s curse, though.

His family preferred speaking in Parseltongue with each other, believing the ability made them morally superior to everyone else and Ominis had not even realized until he had arrived at Hogwarts that no, it was not normal. When his name had been called at the Sorting, furious whispers had erupted amongst all the students, and his every step (terrified, confused, unsure - he had still been getting used to using his wand to navigate his surroundings) to the stool at the front of the Great Hall was plagued with a susurration reminiscent of snakes. Except these whispers, sneaking their way into his mind, had been unkind and overwhelming.

(He had not realized in that moment that he was also hearing their thoughts.)

Maybe now, with Rosalie standing in front of him and just annoyingly waiting for Merlin-knows-what, Ominis should use his Legilimency to find out what Rosalie wants. (He hates it, though.) It would not be difficult. (The thought makes him shiver in horror because he doesn’t want to abuse the ability.) He can feel the edges of her mind, her magic, and all he has to do is reach out - she is right there, and -

“Ominis?”

Her arms are crossed, he hears an impatient huff.

Why hasn’t she left him alone yet?

Hadn’t the Hogwarts Express already left the station, bringing all of the students home for the winter holiday? Ominis had thought he would be one of the only students left in the castle, and if he is being honest with himself, he had been looking quite forward to having the place to himself.

Ominis’s winter has just gotten infinitely worse.

Going to Gaunt Manor for the holidays is out of the question (he will not think about the nightmares that have been plaguing him ever since he received the owl demanding he go home), and Ominis does not want to be more of a burden to the Sallows. They already do enough for him over the summer, and Sebastian and Anne have convinced him to go to Hogsmeade with them at least twice over the next two weeks. Besides, with Anne’s curse progressing, Ominis does not want to be in the way.

“Why are you still here?” Ominis asks. He knows his voice comes across as cold as his blood, blunt, but he cannot help himself. Ever since Rosalie arrived - her entrance to Hogwarts also causing quite the stir - Ominis has been intensely annoyed by her presence. She is too happy. Too carefree. Too…well, everything he is not.

And, she does not seem to leave him alone.

Rosalie is always there, always hanging around Sebastian. (Taking Sebastian away.) He even showed her the Undercroft, which had almost caused a rift in their relationship. Ominis could not believe that Sebastian would be so careless, showing someone who for all intents and purposes is crashing her way into their lives, forcing them to pay attention to her. They barely even knew her, and yet Sebastian thought it was a good idea to show her such a sacred place?

(It does not help that she is intelligent, and Ominis has caught himself on more than one occasion about to ask her about her opinion on something before he catches himself.)

“I was looking for you.”

Ominis tilts his head at that and fiddles with his ring. He considers walking away, leaving -

“I mean…Sebastian said that you were also going to be here over the holidays and since everyone else just left I thought -”

“Thought what?” Internally, Ominis winces at the biting tone to his voice. It came out harsher than he intended, his voice loud and echoing through his mind, bouncing off the cold, stone walls surrounding them.

[muddyhippy]

Back again to add that ParadoxVA has now done part 4 of this series of mine and it's brilliant!

Script writing-a surprising turn of events

So, I had really bad writers block. REALLY BAD. Life kept life-ing at me hard and I hit a very nasty patch with work.

It's taken me a while to come out of it. Three YEARS in fact. The main thing that got me out of this dearth of writing ability was, surprisingly to me, ASMR stories performed on YouTube. I got inspired to write again.

I finished Night Terrors for The Mechanisms fandom which I started in 2020 back in LOCKDOWN, and I've worked on a bunch of other WIPs since, about 60K words since July all told.

It's been BLISS.

So, I thought I'd try my hand at writing scripts for ASMRists and Voice Actors to have a go at if they wanted to since it was what community which inspired me so much.

Long story short, someone has picked up my scripts and run with them!

Have a look!

I am a sucker for Hurt/Comfort and a full on plot. So I started writing a series about a Vampire Hunter who, when annihilating a nest of vampires stumbles across a newly turned vampire, one who has never fed from a human and doesn't even know they're a vampire. They were taken and turned against their will. The hunter decides not to kill them but help train them to be a vegetarian vampire, feeding off animal blood and so completely reducing their threat to the population. There's just been too much killing and the new vampire is very young, a first year university student.

This will be a multi-part series, fully platonic -I've got no interest in writing romance and I am rubbish at it! This is very much a developing found family, parent and child relationship where they really start to care for each other, especially when the plot kicks off.

Paradox VA has performed the first two in this series and I am THRILLED. I never expected anyone to pick up and perform my work, let alone someone who's really done it justice! He's a new VA so if you are interested please have a watch, like the video if you enjoyed it and subscribe to his channel, he's been kind enough to lend his time and talent to my stuff so the least I can do is promote it shamelessly!

[tokyoteddywolf]

Not me debating writing an Aventio fic based on a book I really loved... urgh-

I got Aven recently and just finished his arc in Penacony and I am incredibly bored! I wanna write while I have the energy...

Lemme know if I should :p

Basic premise is its based on a book called Written In Red, which I feel absolutely fits Aventurine??? Look at the book first, give it a read, and tell me the main character doesn't remind you of him. I will go feral.

Anyways if you don't, the premise of the book is that the main character, a blood prophet who is also a slave, escapes and runs away from captivity to a town in order to hide and live amongst sentient predators called "Others", basically ancient as fuck monsters that can swap between animal and human forms. Others actually do prey on humans, but it's modern times and they have a begrudging agreement to coexist with humans because they make decent stuff that the Others can't create. The main character ends up living among them and figures out herself, while also teaching the Others some new things. It's actually a nice book in my opinion.

I'd have to reread the book but yeah. That would be the very basic idea. I already have a character list of who is who lmao.

I wouldn't make it a carbon copy of the book though, not with the characters I have in mind, but it would be a similar plot at least. Consider giant wolf Ratio, everybody, that's all I'm giving you.

So...

EDIT: Holy crap that's like 50 people and it hasn't even been a day-

Here you go ya feral bastards jesus-

Warnings for gore, violence, blood, people get torn apart and eaten you have been warned. (Can only be viewed if you have an account)

Enjoy

[astrolotte]

Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it 😔😔😔

(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)

((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle 😔 I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))

(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))

[sarastuss]

i love going insane with my mutuals when plotting. like it is go big or go home attitude with every dynamic. i love it.

[moe-broey]

Some. Sort of spectrum. From most likely to least likely.

And by kitten-pile I mean This

I'll put a transcript under cut for easier reading! 🫡

How Likely Are They to Kitten Pile?

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Mirabilis: "are you tired..? do you need a break...? ohh we could take one together..."

If she likes/trusts you even a little, she wants to cuddle about it!!!

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Sharena and Peony: "Okay! 💖 Yay! 💖"

Shari: The only thing stopping her is social conventions -- making her MORE likely to jump at the opportunity!

Peony: Learning social awareness as she goes, and is surprisingly good at it?

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Triandra: "Aren't we a bit old for that...? But... even so..."

Embarrassed, conflicted, but feels strangely nostalgic at the notion...

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Plumeria: "I'm not so petal-soft that I'd resort to such INDECENCY, I mean even if your intentions are Pure USE YOUR HEADS YOU FOOLS!! Girl, the IMPLICATIONS!!!"

Desperately wants to join the kitten-pile, but her Issues and Pride gets in the way.

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Moe: "aw, so cutes!"

Generally touch adverse, extremely picky even with the people it likes/loves -- everything is entirely on its terms.

[narnia-dreamer]

I think I kinda figured out why many people are not enjoying Critical role campaign 3 very much and that's the exact same reason why I actually love it and I am struggling with campaign 2

[hellohoihey]

Like I feel kinda shit for it but I truly do not have the energy to figure out based on fcking posts of someone's Instagram likes and like. The fucking actions of people they support to figure out whether it's "okay" to like them like I just can't

[hana-bobo-finch]

jørgan clan my beloved. you guys are so messed up