#THANKS FOR THE PROMPT!!!!

[takeariskao3]

Can we get a pining harry snippet from your slytherin au 🥺

omg YESSSS original fic: my hand's at risk (i fold)

ask me anything!

"No, no!" Harry blew his whistle and pulled his broom around to face his Chasers. "You have to block her at mid-field. If Gi--"

"Potter," Malfoy snarled. "I swear to God, if you say her name one more time--"

"If Ginny Weasley," Harry growled back impatiently, "breaks through, then that leaves Malfoy as our only defense. Which we know from last year, gives us absolutely no chance."

Draco scowled. "Appreciate the vote of confidence."

"Just trying to adequately prepare," sniped Harry. "I seem to be the only one."

Candice and Anastasia both mumbled some choice words under their breath and floated back to the other side of the pitch to begin the drill all over again. Andrew followed, but at least he had the good sense to look sheepish. Harry reminded himself to take it easy on the fourth year.

"Burke! Loughty!" Harry shouted to the two Beaters. "Let's try something else to make it interesting."

"Actually," Cam nodded to the ground as he approached. "Looks like our time's up."

Harry followed his line of sight to see a group of people in crimson robes filing out onto the pitch. He checked his watch, then swore.

"Alright," he conceded. "I guess that's it for today. We'll go again tomorrow morning at the same time."

The other six players all groaned half-heartedly about practicing on a Sunday morning, but had the foresight to finish their complaining before reaching the ground.

A few snide comments and cutting glares were tossed back and forth as the opponents passed each other to and from the pitch. The first Quidditch match of the year was only two weeks away and it was safe to say tensions were high.

"Hey, Weasley?" Malfoy drawled. "Figured out how to guard all three hoops yet?"

"That's three more than you can--" Ron shot back.

Harry shoved Draco between the shoulder blades to keep him moving, but he couldn't resist a peek out of the corner of his eye at the smallest person bringing up the rear of scarlet and gold.

She had her copper hair piled high atop her head and a playbook beneath one arm. The golden glow of morning made the freckles on her nose stand out more than usual.

To his absolute horror, she caught his eye and smirked.

"Potter," she nodded.

"Weasley," Harry clipped in response.

She pulled to a stop as he knelt down to return the snitch he'd caught earlier to it's spot in the practice chest.

"Good practice?"

Harry frowned up at her genuine tone of voice. "It was fine."

She hummed, a mischievous glint to her eye. "So, they finally invented a drill you can run that will keep you conscious during an entire match?"

Rolling his eyes, Harry straightened to his full height. He'd grown a few inches in the last six month or so, and he felt a little pang of satisfaction go through him as Ginny Weasley had to tip her head back to maintain eye contact.

Or maybe that was a pang of longing. He couldn't quite tell the difference anymore.

Harry got lost in her warm brown eyes for a moment, until she blinked and shifted her weight awkwardly.

Alarm leaked into his bloodstream as he realized she was waiting for him to reply, but for the life of him he couldn't remember what he'd been about to say.

"The...er-" Harry stammered. "One of the bludgers is acting sluggish. Probably needs to go to Madam Hooch when you're done."

"Thanks for the head's up," Ginny quirked a derisive eyebrow. "Now get off my pitch."

He snorted.

She didn't wait for him to leave, but jogged toward the middle of the stadium and hopped on her broom to lead warm ups. Harry's eyes followed her progress up towards the rest of the Gryffindor's for a beat too long.

Thankfully, no one was around to notice.

[brotherbandarchive]

OKAY OKAY

Ingvar & Edvin fluff

OR

Stig & Jesper "trust"

*throws pot lids jubilantly up into the air, a cacophony ensues*

Doing the second one, because I love the Goldilocks Brigade forcing mental health into Jesper (they're called the Golden Paladins when Jesper is being Jesper the Magnificent, Grand Herald and Sovereign Arbiter of the Exalted Beryl Coronet, etc, etc.)

Anyway, here goes!

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"She isn't going to like it." Jesper's grip tightens on his jewelry hammer. "Almost finished, Stig, I promise. Just give me a half hour."

"That's what you said this morning. Have you been here all day?"

Judging by the circles under Jesper's eyes, Stig is pretty sure he knows the answer to that question.

He leans forward, peering at the silver spoon on Jesper's worktable. Hannah's name is picked out along the handle in miniscule dents that sparkle when the light hits them, and her favorite flower- a daisy- is embossed onto the back of the concave.

"It looks great," he says honestly. "It's just what I wanted. And she will like it."

Jesper swipes a wayward lock of hair off his forehead. "This is my first commission. And it's for her birthday. It's got to be perfect."

"Jes, you've been working on this for two weeks. You know my mam will love anything I give her, even if it is ugly. Which-" Stig adds hastily, seeing a flash of uncertainty cut through the frustration on Jesper's face- "she won't. Think it's ugly, I mean. It's beautiful."

"But it could be better. I can do a better job."

Stig sits down on the bench beside his friend. "Maybe you can. But you don't need to. Trust me, she'll love it as it is."

"Not good enough," Jesper says shortly.

"The customer is always right," Stig points out.

"Except when he's wrong. Stig, you're rocking the bench. Stop it."

Stig stops rocking. "Sorry."

"Tell me what she thinks of it. I think it's all right, but... oh, and tell her happy birthday from me."

"Will do. You know, I have a feeling you'll be getting a lot more commissions once my mam shows this to her friends."

"Hope so."

"Oh, you will. Trust me."

[baejax-the-great]

For wrapped prompts: 40 & Fenhawke

Hawke isn’t sure what drove her to climb the roofs of Viscount’s Keep. They are spiky and slippery by turns, steep, with a sharp wind knocking her about, not at all convenient for brooding, and if she falls, she will almost certainly crack her head on the cobblestones below.

And wouldn’t that just be fitting? One year after driving the arishok from this very keep, the last of the Hawkes falls to her doom for no other reason than this city is an endless maw of death that seems to want to eat her family alive. Or because she had half a bottle of wine before starting on this venture. Protection against the wind, at least.

From her perch, just like a real hawk, she thinks somewhat absently, the view might be beautiful if she held any sort of tender feelings for this city. Instead, each glint of metal reflecting moonlight makes her wonder whose house is being cased tonight, which gangs have decided to gift themselves with a new claim as Kirkwall rings in a new year. She can see all the way to Lowtown and the Gallows beyond. She thinks she might even be able to smell them.

And then she spies something else—another miserable soul who has decided that a rooftop in Hightown in winter is just the place to spend Satinalia. Hawke pulls at a roof tile, jamming a knife in and wiggling it until it’s free in her hand. She feels the heft of it, then she chucks it across the night sky.

Fenris bursts into fiery blue as the tile shatters next to him. He is on his feet quicker than Hawke can see, and she waves at him. He is too far away for her to see his expression, but as the lyrium on his skin flickers down to just a dull glow, he picks up a bottle of wine from near his feet and raises it to her before taking a swig.

It’s the closest they’ve come to talking since they spent the night together.

She turns her attention away from Fenris and stares down at the city that saved her life and took everything from her. She inhales deeply, and wondering if the echoes will help her reach all the way to where her sister rots in the Gallows, she shouts at the top of her lungs, “Fuck Kirkwall!”

From a lower rooftop somewhere to her left, she hears a deep voice call, “Here, here.”  

[wanologic]

in no way was civility achieved

[plumbum-art]

I mean, gotta ask for Crowley and Aziraphale kissing in a dumpster

[unforth]

Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.

That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.

That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.

That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.

That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.

That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.

That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.

None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.

I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.

If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.

Celebrate fan work!

To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.

[lotus-pear]

horrendously late entry for @luneariann’s dtiys!! congrats on one million ely i’m so proud of you <3

[augustinewrites]

“what’s on these?” megumi asks, holding up a box of memory cards.

cleaning day always unearthed all types of lost and forgotten items. sometimes it was clothes long forgotten in you and gojo’s closet, other times it was the kid’s old books or toys. you knew every inch of your little apartment, so most times you could identify any mystery items that came up.

“i don’t know,” you hum, plucking a card from the box to inspect it a little more closely. the only hint as to what’s actually on it seems to just be a date.

2006

…and it’s in gojo’s handwriting.

curious, you pop one into the video player and turn on the tv. the kids join you on the couch, clearly eager to entertain any distraction from your cleaning crusade.

when the screen flickers to life, a familiar courtyard comes into view.

you can’t help the gasp when haibara comes into focus…but then you see satoru standing standing across from him, arms spread out.

“who is that?” megumi asks, pointing at haibara.

you think of the bright smile of the boy still lingering in the edges of your memory and tell him, softly, “an old friend.”

“suguru!” gojo shouts, looking towards the person holding the camera. he’s all messy hair and wide smiles, exactly how you remember him in his youth. “make sure you get this one!”

geto grumbles about how he’s paying attention, and suddenly you remember exactly what this is.

“ah, these are from when yaga would make us record ourselves practicing cursed technique application,” you explain as a haibara lines up a shot with a pencil.

the pencil hits gojo in the face, gifting him a small cut on his cheek. “ah, shit!”

behind the camera you can hear nanami and geto laughing as haibara apologizes profusely, and shoko comes over to practice her healing. you come over too, holding a cloth.

“don’t pout,” your younger self says, reaching up to wipe a thin trail of blood from his cheek. “you’ll get it next time.”

as soon you turn away, you hear geto snicker and the camera suddenly zooms in on gojo’s face.

he’s blushing.

“ugh,” you hear him groan behind the three of you, finally finished cleaning the bathroom. “are we done cleaning yet?”

“we’re taking a break!” tsumiki tells him, as megumi pops another card in.

gojo ignores megumi’s protests, stealing the spot on the couch next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a smirk. “move your feet, lose your seat.”

tsumiki, angel that she is, moves over so her brother can sit on your other side as the video starts.

this time, gojo is the one recording, holding the camera out so it’s pointed at his own smiling face. “haibara versus nanami, round one!”

you feel your boyfriend stiffen beside you, looking over to see an odd look on his face. “oh, fuck—”

“jar,” megumi says flatly.

he glares at the kid, and is about to get up when you stop him. “wait! i want to watch this!”

he slumps back, throwing an arm over his eyes as he groans dramatically. ignoring him, you watch the fight play out, which ends with haibara whining whilst in a headlock.

you hear geto’s murmured commentary off camera as nanami releases his classmate, expecting the video to zoom in on the victor.

but it drifts a little to the left, where you’re laughing with shoko on the sidelines.

“so obvious,” geto scoffs. the video wobbles for a moment before being pointed directly at the tips of satoru’s shoes, then ends abruptly.

when you glance over at satoru, he’s pulled his sunglasses over his eyes as if they can hide his pink cheeks.

the next videos are similar. memories of your past viewed through a different lens, showing you things you’d never picked up on when you were living them.

some moments you watch with an aching heart. like when suguru leans close to you and makes a joke at satoru’s expense, or when you reach up to ruffle haibara’s hair.

(moments with cherished friends proving that the grief of losing them never got any lighter as you moved forward with your life, but at some point you’d just gotten used to carrying the weight.)

but what might be most interesting is seeing yourself in satoru’s eyes.

his focus, whether he was the one holding the camera or not, always seemed to drift to you. for all the times he’d denied crushing on you in your early years, the camera proves otherwise.

the way he peeks at you shyly as you fix your hair before a fight.

the way he reaches out instinctively whenever you’re knocked backwards.

the way he smiles brightly whenever you laugh at one of his jokes.

the way your gaze would occasionally meet his, and his smile seemed to come naturally.

“okay, that’s enough for tonight,” satoru announces, shutting the tv off and shooing the children away. “go clean your rooms, you freeloaders.”

you stand, looping your arms around his neck before he can run away. smiling, you gently pull his glasses off, tossing them onto the couch.

“hey! those are gucci—”

you shut him up with a kiss, feeling the way his lips curve upwards against yours. “i love you, you know that?”

blue eyes meet yours, the pensive look he’d been wearing melting into something a little softer. something reserved for you. “you’re obsessed with me, i know.”

you simply laugh, letting him dip down to give you another kiss.

(because you’d had his heart in your pocket long before either of you had realized.)

[aterfish]

Good thing it was a short spin

[anbaisai]

"Prefect, what did you... just..."

Based on this ask from my friend Sheep! A true love's kiss to free him from plushie-ness indeed...

[02511213942]

first words / first touch soulmate au ⚡️✨ my fall @aftgexchange for @twinyard0305! soo much fun to think about 🧡

[mikacanica]

Napping after a hard day's work 🤫😴

prompt by @wafflebatter8225 !

[jesncin]

Two FAce Attorney for DC Gotcha for Gaza! (prompts closed!) Okay the prompt was just to draw Two Face but I've had this joke in my mind for so long that I had to draw it heheh

[maybanksprincess]

face sitting with munch!jj

warnings: smut and face sitting obviously, pussywhipped!jj, dom! jj, ass slapping, squirting, pet names, and dirty talk.

pairings: gf!reader x bf!jj

requested by this ask! (thank you anon!🤍)

jj had tried convincing you all day to sit on his face, you were afraid of suffocating him, or even more so you were afraid he wouldn't like it, and would regret asking.

you'd think after three hours of asking, he would drop it already. but of course he didn't because he always gets what he wants, especially from you.

after a while you finally had enough of his begging and pleading, all of his "please mama"'s and "ill do anything you want"'s, you had enough of it and just gave in.

following the pleads that comes out of his mouth, you sigh and agree. "okay jayj, fine. ill do it"

he looks at you with surprise, raising his head up to look at you from your chest. "yeah?" a smirk suddenly spreads across his face.

"yeah." you echo. his smirk grows wider and he sits up, laying on his back, arms behind his head, his blonde hair messy and all over the place.

"cmere mama." he beckons you over with one of his hands, that mischievous smirk still plastered on his face.

you can see the way his eyes go up and down you body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, as his dimples poke thru his left and right cheek.

you can feel the pool between your legs getting wetter by the second, and as much as you were scared to sit on his face, you knew he would do a good job at it.

you sit on his lap, and he moves a pillow behind his head, peeling your pink laced panties off. he watches as your pussy and your panties connect with a string of wetness from your arousal.

he lets out a soft groan at he sound, you can feel his length pressing up against you in his boxers, then suddenly he pulls you up by your thighs using his strong arms.

your now hovering over his face, your pussy so close to his pink and plump lips. you slowly sink down onto his face uncomfortably, not putting your full weight on him.

he grunts disapprovingly, he gives your ass a warning slap, pulling you all the way down.

he moans as he feels all of your pussy on his mouth. "mm good girl" he mumbles against your heat. his tongue flattening against your core.

his tongue does fast figure eights on your clit, then licks long stripes up and down your pussy.

you relax against his face, and your hands fly down to pull at his hair, your hands tugging at the blondes unruly strands. "yeah. jus' like that jay." you were enjoying this a lot more than you thought you would. you were starting to think maybe you should've agreed to it the first time he asked

he buries his face inside, his strong arms flexing around your ass, he feels like his cock could explode at any moment from how hard it was. it was literally painful at this point.

you look back and see his cock strained against his boxers, and that only adds to the moans flying out of your mouth. you didnt know if it was the way his cock was jumping or the way his tongue was rapidly flicking at your folds. but all it once, the pleasure hits you, and your cumming. tugging at his hair, your head thrown back, and eyes rolled to the back of your eye socket.

your moaning pathetically, trying to prolong your orgasm as much as possible, riding his tongue, his nose nudging your clit. and before you know it your cumming again, except this time you feel liquid flowing out of your hole. and the orgasm feels much more powerful this time.

your legs are shaking and your body falls limp against his, you move off his face, and down to lay on top of him.

after a few minutes coming down from your high, he breaks the comfortable silence.

"so your letting me do that again sometime, yeah?"

"yeah."

[pricklenettle]

inspired by this post, Danny’s lost in the ghost zone and comes across pariah dark’s keep. I had to draw it and had The most fun with the spooky green ghost zone

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts. suggested by judgementdaysunshine

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i haven't felt like this in a very long time.

i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there.

you stepped in when you didn't need to.

for once in my life, i feel safe.

this place gives me a good feeling.

i feel safe in your arms.

it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares.

i could get used to this.

i won't let anything happen to you.

you make me feel safe.

you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that.

no one's ever stood up for me like that before.

my whole life has been filled with conflict and pain. not anymore.

maybe i'll finally know peace with you.

we deserve an easy life.

you're my port in the storm.

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe.

you know me. i don't let my guard down for just anyone.

something changed to make me feel this way.

you're safe here with me.

they won't come after you, and if they do? they'll have to go through me.

it feels nice, being here with you.

you make me feel like i can accomplish anything.

i can be myself with you.

we're looking out for you.

you won't judge me for the things i say.

just stay here a while, if you don't mind.

so this is what safety feels like.

i can finally breathe again.

nothing can touch you while i'm here.

you can go back to sleep. it's safe.

no one will hurt you anymore.

my life is in your hands.

promise me you won't abandon me?

i'll be right here when you wake up.

you taught me how to protect myself.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence

[ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shield receiver from danger

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

[ choose ] sender has plenty of options on where to sit in a crowded space, but chooses to sit directly beside receiver

[ reassurance ] in a tense moment, sender takes one of receiver's hands to hold

[ stay here ] sender guides receiver to a safe place and tells them to wait there while they deal with a problem

[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense

[ home ] sender shows receiver their new home

[ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare