#They are very similar after all

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"You know, ever since you came out of my womb, everyone thought you would be great. The perfect Heir. The pride of the family. Your grandfather's legacy..." Walburga shook her head "I didn't" she added "Everytime I looked into your eyes, I knew you would be a disappointment. You started being an insufferable problem to all of us, even from a young age... You don't make things easy for us, do you? You can't just simply stay put. You have to be the bloody center of attention"

"Shame, Walburga. It was your doing. You made me" Sirius spat, trying to swallow his tears. "You shouldn't have opened your legs for father, then"

It didn't hurt. It couldn't hurt. He didn't care.

"And it was an awful mistake" Walburga snapped "I never thought I would have a son so reckless and violent! Look at what you just did, you hit your father"

"Well, he did a lot of hitting himself"

Walburga ignored him, she nodded towards the floor where a large bag was waiting near Sirius’s feet "Maybe it is better if you just disappear"

Sirius tried to find some sort of remorse in his mother's eyes. Some sort of proof that what she saying was hurting her, or realizing that she was hurting him. A little tiny trace of love or affection towards him.

But there was nothing. Walburga's eyes, the shame shade of gray, just like his, didn't show any emotion. They were empty. Her expression was determined.

Whoever said mothers had infinite love for their children, that they would never stop loving them no matter what, was a bloody liar.

Sirius realized then that his own mother didn't love him. Not even a tiny bit. He might've expect it from Orion. Or his Uncle Cygnus. Or even his Grandfather.

But a mother is supposed to love you no matter what, right? Maybe not.

"I really hate you, Walburga" Sirius’s voice shook and his eyes filled with tears. But not sad tears. Tears of pure fury. "I really wish you weren't my mother"

"Oh darling, but I am" she chanted in a mocking way.

How could she stay firm? Didn't she have feelings?

"Unfortunately" she added.

"Yeah, unfortunately!" Sirius leaned to say very clearly "Go fuck yourself, mother!"

Sirius grabbed the bag he had prepared from the floor. He might've had bruises and cuts across his face. But nothing hurt like his heart. Nothing hurt like this.

If his own fucking mother didn't love him? Who would? Who?

"It's better if you don't come near this house for a while" Walburga talked as Sirius walked to the door "And I won't let you ruin your brother's life as well".

Sirius stopped on his tracks. Reggie.

"I would make sure you stay away from him, if I have any power on it. You're a bad influence for him and his mental health"

Sirius turned and looked up. Regulus was looking from the top of the stairs. Tears on his eyes. Hands into a tight fist. He froze when Sirius noticed him. But he didn't do anything. He paced back even. Afraid. Like a coward.

If Regulus was a depressive wanker that wanted to stay in this hell hole, Sirius couldn't do anything about it.

Sirius shouldn't feel guilty about leaving.

Regulus was a traitor. Running to his mummy with the gossip about Remus. A filthy little traitor.

"Don't worry about it" Sirius spat "He's not my brother anymore"

With the determination he had left, Sirius walked out of Grimmauld Place. And he hoped it would be forever.

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[shadowduel]

eye of the beholder

[hinamie]

atla!au designs part 3 !! one of these things is uh. not like the others

first year trio gojo/choso/nanami

[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

[julijbee]

girlbossing too close to the sun.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 252

“Sir, we’ve… There’s been an encounter with a Reaper class entity.” 

There were several classifications for ecto-entities. Several ways the Ghost Investigation Ward classified each. Several common ones that they could easily destroy, easily study. Others however… others were dangerous. Incredibly dangerous. 

There’d only been two other Reaper-class entities confirmed before- both contained but barely. RP-1, a large knight-like entity seemingly made from shadows, and RP-2, a child-like creature that could near perfectly mimic a human. 

And now, there was a third. A third entity that could- and judging from the reports coming in had- killed. Had done so several times even. Which meant it needed to be contained yesterday. 

“Send out the teams- I want this thing in Site X Now!” 

[typosandtea]

Nobody including me posts about their ocs enough so please please please reblog reply or whatever with some oc tidbits!

[bisclavret]

gwaine being like fine i'll join your cringe round table after a whole season of resisting it makes a lot more sense when you put it within the context of the fact that just a day or two before arthur knighted him he fully thought he was about to live out his last days as a slave cage fighter for a guy named jarl and he had been there for god knows how long. hes like yeah okay the tyrant king uther isnt even dead yet and i just watched prince arthur hold a child at knifepoint to barter with peaceful druids for a sacred cup that he then immediately lost and my crush and lifeline and tether to sanity merlin is already ignoring me in favor of this new old friend lancelot and i have 20+ years of conflicting emotions about knighthood because of my dad's mistakes but i have accrued so much fresh ptsd from days/weeks of surviving by killing men with my bare hands as a slave fighter for fucking jarl that idrc about all that right now

[basil-does-arttt]

AU where Dante goes to Fortuna much earlier and ends up taking Nero under his wing instead of Kyrie's parents.. hold on i need to think on this some more ill get back to you

[sleepnoises]

just read a book that is not good enough to be named here that mentioned the author's husband taking her on a hike that he didn't warn her was four hours & her having to add snacks to their bag last-second & then the husband started getting annoyed when she was slow. truly many hiking problems are communication problems. or being an asshole problems

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

While you were fighting in the war, I was falling in a pit.

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[iloveu-imsrry]

justin baldoni and sc**ter br**n they could never make me like you

[fuctacles]

Unusual, but maybe not in a bad way

Eddie's shoes might look good, but they were never a good choice for summer rains. He kept forgetting that and letting the reality of his fashion choices hit him hard in the face. Or knees.

The bus had a moving plate in the middle that usually wasn't a problem but today wasn't usual. Today the rain was pouring and Eddie's phone was at 15% because he had been too lazy to plug it in before falling asleep. So today he had to switch seats to one next to a charging port and as he was making the short voyage, a few things aligned perfectly to make today unusual, and in a bad way.

The rotating plate was wet from the rain.

The soles of his shoes had no grip.

The bus turned left.

"Shit."

Eddie gathered himself off the wet floor, cursing his shoes, the weather, and the throbbing pain in his knee. Without looking up he fell heavily into the seat that was his destination, afraid of the amused stares he might catch. His dignity? Gone. His pants? Well, they were torn already anyway so one new hole didn't make much difference. His knee? Bleeding, apparently. As he rubbed his knees, one of his hands came out red. He groaned.

"Of fucking course." He just had to hit something sharp on the usually safe and relatively smooth surface. 

When he was reaching to plug in his phone, someone grabbed the pipe just above the USB port. Eddie looked up and found a man looking down at him. He also realized the golden frames of his glasses complimented his hazelnut eyes beautifully.

"You should clean this up," the man said instead of making fun of him or asking if he was okay. No, he was holding out a packet of wet wipes like some kind of saint.

Eddie hesitated for a moment but while his dignity might be gone, the gorgeous man in front of him wasn't. He took the offered wipe.

"Thanks," he murmured, wiping the cut and the surrounding skin, cleaning off sand and blood.

The man dropped a backpack on the vacant seat next to him. Eddie eyed the pins attached to it; a couple of dinosaurs, a Hufflepuff crest, ‘protect trans kids’, and… a bisexual flag. Score.

"Pirates, Hello Kitty or dinosaurs?"

"Huh?"

"Band-aid," the man clarified, shaking a small tin can he fished out of his backpack. "I work with kids," he added like it explained everything. Well, it kind of did. Upon opening, the tin revealed an assortment of colourful band-aids.

Eddie hummed in thought, considering his choices.

"Dinosaurs."

"Good choice," the man praised with a smile, probably the same one he showed to the kids. Was he a teacher? Because suddenly all the teacher-student porn scenarios gained a new appeal. Where skimpy pencil skirts didn’t work on Eddie, a soft green jumper just might, apparently.

The man handed him a dino band-aid, apparently expecting him to apply it himself. Well, of course. They were two strangers on a bus, after all.

Disappointed, he put it on the cut, missing the amused tilt of the teacher's lips.

"Do you need anything else? I have some candy; lollipops, gummies…" The man flipped through the contents of his bag.

"Gummies?" Eddie's interest was piqued.

"They have colourful fillings and a tiny dragon on each wrapper," he advertised, offering him a small baggie to choose from. Again, his tone reminded him of an adult talking to a kid. This shouldn't be working on him as well as it was.

"Can I have two?" he asked, looking up into these stunning brown eyes. The level difference was not helping. Has he not sat down on purpose? To tower over poor Eddie's tiny metal heart?

The man smiled as he took a quick conspiratorial look around.

"You can even have three, just don't tell my kids," he whispered

"I ain't a snitch!" he assured and picked up two green candies and an orange one. Because red flavours belonged in the trash.

Or apparently in the plush mouth of a handsome stranger, since he picked one of those for himself. Maybe Eddie didn't hate them that much, after all. He could make an exception. Especially if he could taste them the fun way.

"You sure you don't want a lollipop? Water? Extra band-aid?"

Eddie shook his head adamantly but had a nagging feeling the man was stalling. His gaze dropped to the flag badge, giving him an instant shot of courage.

"Your number?"

The soft teacher's smile turned sly, and he knew he took the right step. His metal heart thumped in his chest, the sound resonating against his ribs. What a fun feeling.

"Better hurry up, my stop is next."

Eddie nearly dropped his phone in his haste to put in the string of numbers.

"What do I…?" he asked when the empty ‘name’ box stared at him from the screen.

"Steve," the man offered, just in time for the bus to stop. The doors swung open, and he was gone, but while the physical distance between them grew, Eddie now had the comfort of having him in the palm of his hand, hidden behind a number.

>> Thanks for the candy! 🖤 - Eddie 

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