#YES BLUSHY MOLLY

[unluckyhoneybee]

The Handsome Artist 5.

(Daniel Ricciardo)

Plants and Coffee. Just like she was told, Abigail pays a visit to Ham&Avo, which ends in the sweetest way.

MASTERLIST. Moodboards and Playlist.

Previous part: Deep thinking.

Note: I hope you like it, it's not my favourite.

Warnings: none.

I was already there I couldn't leave. I had done the whole way from Santa Monica to West Hollywood.

I sighed. My hands were shaking. It had taken me 5 days to come into senses. Jennifer was right. I had to do it. It had worked with the fear I had to go to beach, or when I stopped going out with Molly on Saturdays. It had worked with all the things listed there.

I needed to be myself. Daniel seemed to be a nice guy. It was still scary because they all seemed nice at first. But again, Jennifer was right. The feelings I had about this were different. I still had fears, obviously. But they weren't the same.

So with three different plants on the back of my truck and a rehearsed speach, I had driven for more than half and hour through LA. And I was ready for it. Kind of.

I opened the door and crossed the street. The Ham&Avo sign was bright in color white over the black wall. I took a deep breath and fixed my hair.

You can do this, Abigail. You can. You came to say thanks.

I pressed the doorbell and soon I heard a bark. Roscoe.

This time, instead of Lewis and for the first time, Daniel opened the door for me.

"Abigail!" He sounded happy, excited even.

He was wearing black clothes today, a couple of chains hanging on his neck and his usual vans. The guy was attractive. Fuck.

"Hi" I could already feel my cheeks warm, probably blushy. Only because of his smile.

"Wait. Do you you have any problem? Is the tattoo okay? I told you to text me if anything was weird"

I chuckled a bit.

"It's perfect. Really."

"Oh." He let an exaggerated sigh of relief. "I'm glad to hear that. What do we owe you this visit then?"

Lewis opened his door and Roscoe came to say hi.

"Hello, buddy" I said scratching the dog behind his ears. "Hi, Lewis"

"Good morning, Abigail"

I smiled.

"I wanted to say thanks. You treated me so well. And... Yeah..."

"Come in, then" Daniel moved to the side.

My heart was beating so fast and it was only his fault.

"Well, I actually have something for you."

Daniel opened his lips in surprise and a tiny smiled appeared on them. I smiled too, so lost on his eyes that I almost didn't hear Lewis talking.

"You are as nice as they say, right?"

I blushed and chuckled a bit.

"If by they you referred to Molly, probably not as nice."

The three of us laughed.

I could feel my palms sweaty.

"Um... It's on my truck. I need a hand"

"I'll go"

Lewis chuckled when Daniel stepped in front of him.

"Okay, come with me"

I was nervous as hell. I really was. Daniel was following me close.

"Hey, this truck is yours?"

I smiled and nodded. It was Charlotte's truck, but now she didn't drive it much and it was almost mine. It was green, she had made it get painted when I was a teen and I had chosen the color. Written on one side, a Charlotte's Garden had a darker color. It was my truck, old and sometimes a bit problematic, but the only car I had known in my life.

He whistled and walked around the car.

"It's old"

"It is"

"But it looks good. Really good. It's beautiful. A little jewel you have"

I smiled and nodded.

He patted the car and looked at me with a smile.

"A good one"

"Yep. Strong, reliable and big enough to fit a bunch of plants"

"Oh, yeah! The plants. Charlotte's Garden?"

I nodded and leaned over the back of the truck. Reaching for one of the plants I had in there.

"It's a plant store. I work there"

"Your job is about plants? I thought plants were a hobby!"

"Well, it is. Kind of. I like plants. So yeah."

He smiled and leaned next to me.

"And are these your gif?"

His shoulder touched mine and I realized then how close he was. He smelled so good. It was almost suffocating.

"Y-yes"

I pulled the plant closer and moved the paper a bit.

"This one is for me?" His voice was so gentle.

I smiled and nodded.

"Really?"

"Yes"

"You can't be serious."

"I am, Daniel!"

"This one is for Lewis and this one for the hall. It needs some life."

"Oh, Abi. You are really nice, aren't you?"

He gave my shoulders a little squeeze, making me blush and giggle.

"Help me?"

"Yeah, of course"

Daniel took the biggest plant and I took the two smaller ones. He smiled and started walking in front of me.

He pushed the door with his hip.

"Lewis! The lady brought us gifts!"

Lewis appeared with a smile.

"OH wow. They are beautiful, Abigail!"

I smiled.

"The big one is mine, Hamilton" Daniel said laughing.

"The small one for me?"

"This one. A calathea." I passed the pot to Lewis. "And this one is an a fern. I thought it would suit well in the hall."

"You are the expert. Just tell us where to put it"

I helped them locating the plants, both guys following me around the shop but Lewis dissappearing when Daniel opened his studio.

"Where should I put it?"

I took the plant from his hands and put it in a corner. Good light, that's what it needed.

"It's a Monstera" I said fixing its leaves. He was observing and smiling, making me nervous. "The place it's just perfect for it. You have the perfect conditions here. That's why I thought about it. The light it's perfect. You just need to water it when you felt the soil dry. But please, don't forget to check it"

I turned to him he had his arms crossed on his chest and a soft smile. Oh boy, he is so pretty.

"And... You should clean the leaves, the dust from the air gets on them and it's not really good. They need clean leaves for photosynthesis." I was rambling. I was no nervous I had started rambling about plants. "Um... I have this." I pulled a little card from my pocket. "It's a list of the things you should do to keep Elisa alive."

He lift his eyebrows.

"Elisa?"

I blushed and bit my lip. The thing is that the plant had been on the shop for long. She was really pretty but, didn't grow as much as the others. She was smaller, produced smaller leaf and needed a stick to stand. But she was so pretty. Her leaves were beautiful and had a beautiful green. People came to the shop for monsteras wanting a big plant, anyone wanted the dwarf Monstera. So she had been with us for long. Plants that stayed more than usual received names. It was Charlotte's rules. They got names and were like a part of the family. They were only sold for special occasions. So yes, I was giving Daniel a part of my family.

"S-she is special."

"How?"

He walked closer and touched a leaf.

"She is a dwarf Monstera. She didn't grow like the others. Elisa is actually 7 years old."

"Special plants get a name?"

He looked down at me and I nodded.

"She has been with us for a long time. 3 or 4 years I think. We couldn't just call her the dwarf Monstera."

"That would be rude, yeah"

He bit his lip.

"Are you sure you want me to have this plant?"

I swallowed. I really wasn't. This was huge for me. I could have just given him any plant. Like the fern or Lewis'. But I had looked around and seen Elisa and somehow I saw myself putting her on the back of the truck.

"I need you to take care of her. Also... We have a gardering service, I go around the city and take care of other people's plants, so I could come by and fix these if you'd like or you can't or something... I don't know. I am a botanist and Charlotte always says that I'm like a plant doctor so... "

Abi, I'm begging you to stop.

"A botanist? Are you really a botanist?"

I nodded.

"Wow. I will accept the offer. Let me try if ai can keep her alive for a bit, yeah?"

"Have you ever..."

"Yeah. My mum had lots of plats at home."

"I trust you, Daniel. Keep Elisa alive." I pointed a finger to him and he laughed.

"Okay, okay. I will. I can just call you if she doesn't look nice, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

He nodded smiling and touched Elisa again. I took my sweet time to observe his hand. Big with long fingers... He had really nice hands but I was sure he bit his fingers while nervous. Also...

"Let's fuck"

"What?" He turned his face to me with a panicked face.

Oh fuck.

"What?" I re-asked in the same way. "T-the ring. You ring. I-I... I read it put loud I'm..."

He laughed hard then, relief on his face and the blush fading away.

"Oh shit..." He let himself fall against the desk, laughing so hard.

He made me laugh too. It had hitted me hard and I didn't thought before reading his ring out loud.

"I- I though you were... Oh shit. I was like, okay Abi. Just ask me on a date first"

I laughed.

When he finally calmed down, he cleaned his tears. My heart was beating so hard, I was standing next to Elisa and I couldn't move. But not in a bad way. It was just...

He is pretty, he is funny and talented.

"Oh, shit."

"I didn't thought before reading" I said giggling.

"It's okay, it's okay. You took me by surprise."

We stayed silent for a while, sharing a look and then my eyes traveling around the place.

"Hey. I don't have anything to do. They canceled right before you came. Wanna go and have a coffee?"

I looked at him.

"A coffee?"

"Are you working? Can you take a little break?"

I was working, yes. I had things to do. It wasn't a busy morning but still... But he there looking at me with cute eyes and... Oh fuck.

Jennifer and Molly would be happy for this thing I was thinking.

"I am working. But... That house on Beverly hills can wait." A little smile scaped my lips. "I suppose"

Danny smiled.

"Oh. Beverly Hills? Anyone famous? Can I go with you?"

I laughed.

"Some rich woman. She is single and has three dogs. I'm sure she will be happy to see you around her backyard."

He laughed and I blushed. Why did it feel so good to make him laugh?

"I'm sure. I will be topless and see if she can give us some tips. Maybe we can pay a good dinner"

I chuckled.

"Let's go and have this coffee." He got up and took the wallet and phone from the desk. I followed him. I was nervous, I was so nervous.

Was this a date? Was it a way to say thank you? Was he always like this? Was he just being polite?

"Take care!"

"Lewis! We are leaving. I'm taking the lady on a coffee date!"

Coffee date?

Daniel opened the door for me.

"Follow me"

I followed him only a few meters. There was a coffee shop right there. He opened the door again and I went in.

"I always come here." He told me. "See that table? Go there. It's my place."

I smiled. The place was cute and cozy for a coffee shop I'm West Hollywood. I walked there and sat. I could see the outside. The Ham&Avo sign and my truck. But my eyes turned to Daniel. He was talking to the bartender and smiling.

I had to take a deep breath. I was here with Daniel. He had called this a date. I was having a coffee with a handsome man who seemed more than happy to be here. But I was scared. I truly was because the last time it was awful. Last time I let someone in I ended up in a million pieces.

"Hey. Are you okay?" A cup appeared in front of me.

"Oh" I cleared my throat. I had to enjoy this, to take the opportunity. He seemed to be interested in me. I knew that I had to be careful, but also that I had to at least give him a try. "With lots of milk?"

He smiled.

"Because it's delicious"

I bit my lip and took the cup.

"You liked it last time so..."

"It's perfect. Thank you"

"No, thank you" He took a sip from his coffee and smiled. "It was so nice of you to bring the plants really."

It made me blush. I was always blushing aroundhim, fuck.

"Well... Um... My therapist told me."

He gasped a bit, his mouth opened and his eyes were looking at me in surprise.

"What?"

I wanted to give myself a face-palm.

"Nice. Okay. I don't even know why I said that. Sorry. I'm nervous and I talk a lot when I'm nervous" That made him smile.

I wasn't going to tell him the truth, no. I was going to change it a bit. Just as I had done with the plants. It would be to embarrassing to appear on the parlour with one plant for him. Nop. I needed a way to change it a bit.

"Getting the tattoo was something huge okay? I have no others, I hadn't thought about getting one... And all of that. Obviously I talked about it with my therapist and she suggested me to come here and say thanks and I... I brought plants because that's how I communicate, I suppose. This is important for me. I'm so glad you liked them"

He seemed to let it sink in.

"So... You came because the therapist told you?" He asked cautiously.

"Yes. But in a good way."

He seemed confused and I was so embarrassed. The man wanted to have a coffee with me and I just went to ramble about my therapist.

"How so?" He leaned a bit closer.

"There are I bunch of things I won't do because they scare me."

"Oh, I see" He nodded. "The tattoo. Molly got you the appointment and everything"

"Yes"

"Okay. I understand. I'm glad you listened to them." He pushed me with his shoulder a bit.

"Yeah?" I asked shyly.

"Yeah. You are nice. And funny. You literally said, Let's fuck! Like if this wast the third time we see each other."

"Forth. It's the forth. And it was your fault! I have stone rings!"

We both laughed.

"Okay. I won't fuck until the forth date and I want you to take me to dinner at least once before. And ask my mum for permission" He said laughing and pointing a long finger at me.

I laughed so hard that people around us turned to look.

"Sorry. I'm a really funny guy" He told them.

I calmed down and drank some coffee.

"Hey, the date thing is serious. Would you like to go out? On a second date. This is our first-"

The phone cut him. Charlotte.

"Shit" I picked it "Hey"

"Where are you?"

"Delivering"

"Delivering to the handsome artist Molly told me about?"

I bit my lip and shot Daniel a quick glance. He was looking at his coffee as if it was the Mos interesting thing in the world.

"Um... Yes." I was just praying for Daniel to not hear her.

"Miss Bohnman called. Her garden is unattended."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry."

"Tell the Handsome Artist to take care of Elisa. And that he is invited to come home whenever he wants!"

"Charlotte!"

Daniel looked at me and chuckled. I was just praying he didn't hear.

"Go!"

"Yeah, I'm on my way..."

Hearing that, Daniel got up and reached his hand to me. I grabbed it and he helped me standing with a tiny smile.

"Don't be late for lunch. I will cook lasagna"

"See you"

She ended the call and I sighed.

"The rich lady demands my presence."

"My offer to go and distract her is still up."

I laughed.

"Thank you, but I don't think Charlotte would appreciate it"

He walked me to the car. His hand had left mine but was hanging dangerously close. I just wanted to grab it again. I loved the warmth of it.

"Hey, Charlotte told me to tell you to take care of Elisa"

"Oh, I will. I promise"

I smiled and he hugged me.

"See you. I will maybe text you. If that's okay"

"Oh, yes. It's more than okay." Don't sound so desperate.

"Nice"

I smiled. He was looking at me, his brown eyes reflected the sunlight and his freckles were visible.

"See you, Daniel"

"Yeah, see you soon"

I smiled and got in the car. He patted it and said bye with his hand. I did the same and started driving.

"Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit."

Did I just had a date with Daniel? It was short. Had it really been a date? He had asked me if I'd like to go out again, I hadn't dreamt it. I was sure.

"Fucking shit" I said laughing out loud. I was feeling some kind of high. I was happy. I had been so comfortable with him. He was so nice it was insane.

There was that tiny part of me telling me to be careful, to control my rambling and not show too much, but there was this other telling me to just jump at the pool, to let go and enjoy.

And for once I was sure which one I wanted to listen.

Here it is. I just feel like it's some filling for the story. But well, had to write it anyway. I hope you enjoyed it 💛

Next part: Beers and music.

[iamthemain-character]

Thank you for requesting this! It turned out to just be a blurb, but I hope you enjoy all the same! :)

Don’t Get The Wrong Idea

greg lestrade x reader, sherlock x reader

she/her pronouns

TW: none

requested by @turvi

Sherlock Masterlist

Sherlock Holmes was easily one of the most eligible bachelors in the UK. Despite being one of the oddest men ever, men, women, and people alike found themselves fawning over the celebrity detective. Even Sherlock’s own friends were not immune, especially his friend Y/n.

It was a widely known fact in the friend group that Y/n had a crush on Sherlock; every time everyone was together she got all blushy and nervous around Sherlock. No one said anything, though there was the gentle tease here and there. Y/n simply laughed it off every time, so no one pushed it. Even Sherlock knew, but since he didn’t reciprocate those feelings he never said anything.

The group was having dinner together at Sherlock and John’s place one night; everyone was there, Mary, Molly, Greg, Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson, and of course Y/n. Throughout the course of the night many conversation topics came and went, until for some odd reason the topic of relationships came up. Mary and John took the head of the conversation, being the residential couple, inquiring into everyone’s personal lives.

“How about you Y/n? Is there anyone special in your life?”

Y/n choked on her drink, taking a moment to clear her throat before she answered. Fidgeting with her napkin, she softly answered. “Well, there is someone?”

A chorus of ooos went around the table, and everyone held their breath as they waited for their friend to confess to Sherlock.

“He’s wonderful really; he’s hardworking and kind, he’s funny, and very very handsome. I’ve liked him for a while, but I don’t think he’s ever really noticed me the way I have.”

Suddenly the scrape of a chair could be heard as Sherlock stood up. He took a deep breath, a bit nervous that he was about to break his friend’s heart. “Y/n, you must know, I have appreciated you greatly as my… friend. But I can’t let this go any longer. While I appreciate the compliments you have paid me, I must confess that I am aware of your attraction to me. I have known for a while, but unfortunately I do not reciprocate those feelings. So sorry to disappoint, but I trust that your heart will recover.”

With that Sherlock went to sit down, but suddenly Y/n burst into laughter. Everyone stared at her, confused at how she was taking this so well, but she just kept laughing until tears were running from her eyes. Finally when Y/n caught her breath, she looked around to her friend’s confused faces.

“Did you all really think I liked Sherlock?”

Everyone murmured some form of “yes” or “yeah”.

“Sherlock is a dear friend, but I couldn’t love him like that in a million years. The man I was talking about was our dear detective inspector.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped as the realization hit them, and for a moment the words were processing in Greg’s head before he fully came to the realization.

“Wait, are you saying, you’re in love with….”

“Yes Greg, I’m in love with you. I should’ve had the courage to tell you long ago, but how could I. You’re absolutely incredible, and you’ve completely stolen my heart.”

Sherlock’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed as he tried to understand what was happening; he rarely got things wrong. “But your actions and attitude around me all signaled you felt attraction-“

“To Greg, sherl, to Greg. I got nervous around you because I thought you knew my secret and would blurt it out to him.”

Finally it all made sense; everyone laughed and let out their breaths as they added everything up and realized they had been wrong. In the meantime, Greg turned to the person sitting next to him and took her hand.

“You want to get out of here? I’d love to take you to dessert if you’d like.”

Y/n nodded, and together hand in hand the pair said goodbye and set off to enjoy their night together.

[xombigirl]

hello i have a question! if they were to all have to play each others’ characters for a one-shot, who do you want to play who? C1 and/or C2, your choice!

OOOOOO!!!!!!! Okay we'll do both!

For c1:

Laura as Scanlan: I think she would have the perfect sense of humor to play that raunchy little man.

Taliesin as Vex: GIVE ME THAT WINK SIR. I WANT IT.

Travis as Pike: Big man playing a little cleric and he could get all flustered when his wife flirted with him.

Liam as Grog: GO APE SHIT BUDDY! GO NUTS! LET YOUR ID FREEEEE!

Ashley as Percy: Show us that refined bastard we all know is hiding inside you Ash

Marisha as Vax: Let your emo goth flag fly baby girl!

Sam as Keyleth: He loves a support caster anyway and you know he'd have a blast getting a blushy when Marisha flirted with him.

For c2:

Liam as Fjord: I want to hear Liam's cowboy accent and watch him be a smooth talker

Marisha as Caleb: I mean. We've seen it before and it was A TREAT AND I WANT MORE.

Travis as Molly/Caduceus: Show us your Irish big man! And can you imagine how hot his rumbly Cad voice would be???

Laura as Beau: JUST YES

Sam as Yasha: LET SAM AND LAURA FLIRT

Ashley as Veth: I just wanna hear her do the voice So BAD

Taliesin as Jester: LET CHAOS REIGN

[vivithefolle]

What are your favourite fanfic tropes/aus for romione?

(I’m gonna try to make my way through old asks I received AGES ago and never answered because I’m a procrastinating lump. Here’s betting I’m going to give up and play videogames all day instead.)

Oh my god, so many.

Okay so as a rule of thumb as long as it’s nice to Ron I’ll read it. I’ll read anything. I have been known to read Ron/Draco and even sacrificed my dignity and everything I stand for as a human being by reading some Ron/Snape stuff. Yes. I was THAT desperate. This is how low I’m willing to go because of sheer love for Ron.

Which means that when a fic will go “oh poor Hermione, poor Hermione who is waiting for Ron to grow up because She can see one day he could be worth it but for now he’s all dumb-dumb and inferior and doesn’t deserve Her perfection :(”, I will be judging. Judging very hard. I may not leave a comment but rest assured, my thoughts are loud enough for me. This is 2010s mentality. This is “haha I’m so like Hermione, not like other girls who throw themselves at boys, I’m so special and girl powery :)” Horribly Bad Feminism. Fuck that. We’re doing better now.

Speaking of doing better. Recently I read something about how Ron is, paraphrased, “the brute of the Trio”, spun in a positive way since he uses his strength to protect them but, but, still... please no? Just no! Just eff no with these takes about how Ron is a hypermasculine dudebro M For Manly™! No, no, fucking no! Just because he’s the Sulfur to Hermione’s Mercury and Sulfur represents the masculine component to Mercury’s feminine one, DOESN’T MEAN Ron is “the brute”! (”the” brute... seriously... who’s the more brutish one, the one who punches a racist in the face or the one who uses a torture curse as retribution for spitting on his fave teacher?)

The way I see him, Ron is a balance, a blend of feminine and masculine qualities intertwined close together. I LOVE that he can swear like a sailor but can only say “scarlet woman” or “cow” when it comes to insulting a woman. Some will probably see it as “hurr durr he sexist he doesnt think women can take it!!!!!!! >8C” but given that those are probably also the peeps who say “HE CALLE D HERMOANI A NIGHTMURRR!!!!!!! DDDDD8″ I’m gonna venture the idea that we don’t care about those folks’ biased, sexist opinions.

Where was I going with this... oh yes! Ok, so Ron can swear like a sailor yet couldn’t insult a girl to save his life. He’s strong physically but most of all he’s strong mentally (to put up with the way his friends treat him for years speaks a lot of his mental fortitude... and to top it off he comes back for more to boot! I’m not sure if that’s more mental fortitude or straight-up masochism though.) When he succeeds at things he gets a bit attention-whoreish but at the same time, you can see that when he’s being complimented he’s all unsure of himself and blushy and shy and you just, dude you can’t handle positive attention because you don’t know how to react to it I don’t know whether that’s adorable or the saddest thing I’ve seen in my life? He’s insecure but he’s always the first to cheer on Harry and Hermione when they’re doing something great, which speaks VOLUMES of Ron’s selflessness and of his actual character: to quote @peetamaellark​, Ron doesn’t think “Harry is great, therefore he sucks and I hate him”, he thinks “Harry is great, therefore I suck and I hate me”. THIS is Ron. THIS is why Ron will lash out, not because he hates Harry, but because internally he hates himself and you can’t keep that sort of feeling bottled up for too long before... you got it, you explode.

I. Want. More. Fics where Hermione isn’t this ~oh dear~ Victorian damsel in distress who cries and Ron is the Big Strong Man who holds her with one arm and is stony-faced and goes “I’ll protect you”, please no that was old before it existed, let us have nice, realistic depictions of Ron and Hermione please.

Like, Hermione is more than capable of kicking butt herself. She IS absolutely nervous and scared and cries easily and that’s a vulnerability we NEED, but the fact that she can be super scared and crying but still hex her opponent into oblivion? THAT’s good, THAT’s excellent. It’s a very important message for girls, I think. “You can cry, you can be sensitive, you can be emotional, AND you can still kick butt”. And as important as that message is for girls, it’s also a very important message to give boys, because boys are socialized to “never cry” and that’s super unhealthy. I love Ron’s admiration of Hermione. I love the way Ron hesitates, the way he can be cautious when he needs to as much as he can be reckless and impulsive. I love how he shows himself to be a big softie and a sweet soul. I don’t think that makes him an “emasculated doormat” (to quote a guest I once saw on FFN), on the contrary it makes him an even better man in my eyes. You know why I love the locket scene so much? Because Ron’s tears aren’t ridiculed. Ron gets to cry about the terrible ordeal he’s been put through, and while Harry “pretends he can’t see Ron cry” because it’s more comfortable for him personally, he doesn’t try to tell Ron to “man up” or anything. His reassurance is pretty lousy but he lets Ron cry, he lets his friend be upset, and he doesn’t try to invalidate Ron’s pain. (ok, the “I thought you knew” is kiiiiinda on the way there, but it stops at that and I’m grateful for it).

I like. Seeing Ron distressed. I like seeing Ron upset and be allowed to be upset. I like to see Ron’s pain treated with respect. So when Ron is having a shit day I like to see him get a cuddle. I like seeing Ron go through horrible ordeals and break down and for his breakdown to be properly acknowledged and not turned into insensitive comic relief (ISN’T THAT RIGHT, LATTER HALF OF THE SILVER DOE????). I mean seriously, just imagine GOF, Harry sitting in the hospital wing after Cedric’s death, Molly Weasley gives him a hug and it’s all very sad and angsty. And now picture Ginny running into the room screaming “HARRY JAMES POTTER” and punching him over and over and saying “PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER” then after two pages of Harry “explaining” himself to Ginny she goes away saying “aight but if you do that shit again you’ll have to answer to me” then Harry’s friends are like “damn she’s spunky huh?” and Harry laughs and everyone laughs and this is how the book ends? How would it be funny? How would it be appropriate? How would it feel like “romance”? When Ron returns in The Silver Doe, he’s been psychologically tortured (”tortured” is the actual word JKR uses, please), we don’t need him to be hurting outside as well.

I want more accountability for Hermione. More “uh hey Hermione maybe don’t do that”. More “hey Hermione you know you think of yourself as a good person buuuut yeah actually if all good persons were like you I’d be very afraid”. More “Hermione please for the love of God educate yourself”. More “Hermione sweetie I love you, but you can’t actually learn everything from books”. CHARACTER. DEVELOPMENT. PLEASE. Don’t be afraid to punch Hermione down and tear her apart the way the best Ron fics maim and torture our poor boy. Just because Rowling treated Hermione with kiddy princess gloves doesn’t mean you have to mimic her.

So when Hermione does a genuinely shitty thing let her own up to it. When Ron is a victim let him be upset and angry, even if Hermione is the one treating him badly. Just because he loves her doesn’t mean he’s not allowed to be disappointed in her or that she’s entitled to his immediate forgiveness. Give Ron and Hermione equal consideration. If you’re brushing off Hermione’s actions but condemning Ron for the slightest mistake, I am sure to hate it.

Okay, uh, so, those aren’t really tropes. Those are more just, guidelines I presume.

Oh, yeah, a trope that annoys me! Ron saying “you’re mine”, “my Hermione” and stuff, and Hermione just swoons and says “yours” and shiz. Ok, once in a while, why not. Once in a while. BUTT. I WANT HERMIONE TO SAY IT TOO. “Mine”, “my Ron!” and Ron swoons and says “yours, absolutely yours”. DO IT YOU COWARDS. FUCKING TAKE THOSE GENDER ROLES AND PUNCH’EM IN THE FACE.

Oh, right, while we’re on the subject of gender roles! Dad!Ron is everything. SingleParent!Ron is mwaaah. Stay-at-home-Dad!Ron is ALKZLDSJDLQSKLFJ <3. AnimalLover!Ron is HHHHNNNGG. Remember, the small gestures, the tiniest, softest acts Ron does (helping Harry get dressed when his arm is deboned, giving Dobby his brand-new sweater, praising Ginny, Luna and Neville when they escaped Umbridge), those are often those unremarkable, unmistakeably kind and sweet actions that tell us who Ron really is at his core: not a guy who’d want power at all costs, not a guy who’d give it all for ambition, not a guy who sees people as possessions, but someone kind who wants to make others happy.

Ok, I was also asked for AUs, so, uh, pretty much every AU is game as long as Ron gets treated with respect? I mean I don’t really care for Mafia!AUs or such but if you can find a way to fit good Romione then go for it I guess. Royalty AU, yeah why not but I often see Ron being made a prince while Hermione is a poor wee servant girl and like. Uuum, we’re talking about the same characters here? Hermione the highly educated girl who keeps on walking over everyone’s toes and loudly talking about how things should be done and is definitely Nouveau Riche, Ron who is a country boy who lives on a farm and is lost in the constant shuffle of his brothers, you think she should be the peasant and he should be the royal? Whaddafack? Oh, and all the “Hermione is a Muggle, Ron is a wizard” AUs that start this way BUTT! Suddenly... Hermione... turns out... to be (wait for it!)... A WITCH! And a super powerful super talented very good one too!!!... yeah ok, yawn. It’s quite scary, actually, how often I’ve seen that plotline, but in the rare cases when it’s Muggle!Ron and Witch!Hermione, Ron never ever EVER (I mean, seriously, NEVER EVER) turns out to have been a wizard, not even a mediocre one, all along. No, when Ron is made a Muggle for the sake of AU he stays a Muggle. But when Hermione is made a Muggle she has to turn out TO HAVE BEEN A WITCH ALL ALONG OMYGAH. I can count on one hand the number of Mugglemione/Wizardron fics that actually stick to their Mugglemione premise till the end - and usually they’re one-shots. (Also I don’t mean “Ron mistakes Hermione for a Muggle because he meets her in the Muggle world and assumes he must hide his magic from her, oh wait she was actually a witch!” fics, I mean genuinely “Hermione has been raised a Muggle her whole life, never had weird things happen to her her whole life ever, then Ron comes in and is a wizard and he does magic and Hermione wonders what it’d be like to be a witch and oh surprise! Don’t worry Hermione, you won’t have to feel not-special or mundane for long, here comes the plot contrivance to tell you you really were in fact the specialest of them all!!” fics.) Fairytale!AU is cool. Very good. But honestly I like to see them swapped around. Ron cursed by a nasty fae to be a Beast and Hermione stumbling upon him? Neat, especially if you don’t go the boring route of “oh let’s just rehash the Disney/the original book with different names and call it a day”. But Hermione cursed by an asshole fae for, let’s say, not sharing books, turning into a Beast, and Ron stumbling upon her as she’s trying to survive in the woods (and not doing a very good job of it)? Yes, brava, chief’s kiss. Rapunzel AU where Hermione’s bushy hair turns into the most impractical, most suffocating improvised ladder ever for Ron? Hilarious. Rapunzel AU where Ron has A GIANT EFFING PONYTAIL OF THE GODS and is screaming “ow ow ow” as Hermione makes her way up to his window cringing and saying “sorry! sorry! sorry! (damn his hair smells good)” on every step? Equally hilarious. Go! Be creative! Please I beg of you

Creature!fics! Oh my god there’s not enough of those, at least that aren’t focused on a bullshit pairing! Soulmate AUs! Give me everything! I’ll even take A/B/O if you insist on making it Romione! That’s how far I’ve fallen from human decency I’ll take anything just give me some good Ron content please I beg of you (Ah and to those that are going to say “Alpha Ron Omega Hermione :)))” well yes, but actually no. “Beta Ron Beta Hermione”? “Beta Ron Alpha Hermione”? “Omega Ron Alpha Hermione”??? HELL YEAH NOW WE’RE TALKIN)

Oh dear god I’m still not finished and I haven’t gone through everything someone stop me.

AND NOW BE CAREFUL CHILDREN, BELOW WILL BE SMUT.

Okay I don’t know if it qualifies as a trope, but. But. A more realistic depiction of Ron is usually what I’m after. All those fanfics that have Ron be “the sexy experienced one ;)))” ravishing “naive virginal Hermione ;))” is just UGH. We spent all the 2000-2010 period having fics like this, mind adding a bit of EQUALITY to the mix???

It’s just... I hate it okay? So many fics read like they’re just projection, writers who are essentially making Ron their big strong sex toy stud who's so attentive and sweet and cherishing, and so it does indirectly ends up as "servant Ron is so devoted to his goddess Hermione, providing pleasure to her while she doesn’t have to lift a finger”. The Dom!SexGod!Ron thing honestly depresses me... Since it's Ron taking care of Hermione, AGAIN. Like, he spends his WHOLE LIFE doing that already. Can we give him a break for once?

In the endI feel that it's less "Romione smut" and more "self-inserting into Hermione smut". In "real" Romione smut I think Ron and Hermione would switch roles according to what they feel like. And honestly I ALWAYS picture Ron being super nervous during Dom stuff, like he spanks her once then immediately he goes "oh my god are you okay?? did that hurt, do you want to stop?", things like that. I cannot imagine it happening any other way. XD Ron is just... too caring, too sensitive to do stuff like hard BDSM and that kind of thing in my opinion. He’s too much of a caretaker. I understand if it’s your kink and you’re perfectly free to project and write the fic you want, I’m not the fun police, but it’s just... I don’t think that’s really what Ron would be like. I just want MORE realistic Ron.

Also I’m trying really really hard to not point fingers here but WHY is it that it’s always “Ron growled” while it’s always “Hermione whimpered” or “Hermione moaned”? Like... you know it’s okay for a man to moan or whimper in pleasure too, right?  You know Ron isn’t 110% muscles and testosterone? You know Hermione is allowed to be fierce too? Hermione can 100% “growl” and be dominant and pin Ron to the wall and reduce him to a puddle of goo if you’re brave enough?

(Honestly how sexy would Ron think that is? The woman he loves is half his size yet can pin him down and ravish him. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG RON HAS WANTED TO BE RAVISHED AND CHERISHED DO YOU KNOW HE’S BEEN WANTING THIS ALL HIS LIFE)

Oooo-kay, so that’s... mostly it, I reckon. Oh also Ron has a gigantic penisraise kink (and a great penis too, but mostly a praise kink). That’s canon and that’s all.

[mediocre--writing]

Heyyyyyy can you write something sweet with George Weasley?

Maybe reader works in a flower shop nearby? Or literally anything with him because reasons😄 thanks😘

Summary: After your initial meeting, you and George become fast friends, but what if there’s more under the surface?

Word Count: 2066

Warnings: none

The Weasleys, a large pack of gingers who seemed to always overtake any space they were in, were on their yearly trip to Diagon Alley.

As usual, it was destined that one of them would get lost or get distracted by the pretty displays along the sidewalks.

Ginny, the youngest of them, was entranced by the flower shop near the corner of the street. There was a lovely bouquet of daffodils near the window and their bright color was so magical, she felt as though they were calling to her.

As the rest of the family moved onward, Ginny started walking towards the flower shop.

The twins, ever the distracted, decided to follow their younger sister into the shop.

An older man stood behind the counter, going through the till, wrapping coins into rolls and putting old receipts in a box. Behind him, there was a woman arranging a bouquet of roses and baby's breath.

There was soft music playing in the shop and when the bell above the door rang, both the man and woman turned to look at Ginny, then the twins behind her.

“Hello!” The woman perked up at the shoppers, “What may I do for you all today?”

“Just looking around, ma’am,” Ginny spoke as she looked around the shop.

There were vines crawling down the walls, lavender in bunches hanging from the ceiling, drying out. It seemed as though flowers were being grown in the shop itself, rather than another field somewhere.

A younger girl, probably around the twin’s age, came from the back of the shop, flowers braided into her hair as well as pinned on to her apron.

Fred had followed Ginny over to the window display, where she saw the daffodils, and George had been taking in the spectacular shop. The girl who had come from the backroom looked at George for a moment, recognizing him from somewhere.

“Do you go to Hogwarts?” She asked him, jumping him out of his trance. He nodded, “Me too! What year are you?”

“Going into Third, you?” He asked, unconsciously straightening his sweater.

“Going to Third, as well,”

She has such a pretty smile, George thought to himself as he stared at her face, which had to be made by the gods.

“So why’re you here?” She asked kindly, to which he jabbed his thumb over to Ginny and Fred.

“Sister came in ‘cause she thought the flowers in the window were pretty.”

“Cool, cool,” She nodded. “So what’s your name?”

“George,” he smiled, then nodded over to his siblings, “That’s Fred and Ginny.”

“Well, my name’s Y/n. What house are you in?”

“Gryffindor,” He held himself up a little straighter, as if being a Gryffindor was the greatest accomplishment. “What house are you?”

“Slytherin,” She smiled and he felt his brain hurt after her statement.

She was so kind and sweet and if he had to guess, he would have said Hufflepuff, or maybe Ravenclaw, but not Slytherin.

“Right, well,” He didn’t know what to say, how were you supposed to react to that?

Luckily, he didn’t need to respond, as Fred had called him to leave the shop and go back to school shopping.

“I’ll see you at school!” Y/n yelled to him as he walked out, but she didn’t get a response.

“Make another friend, Bug?” Her dad asked sweetly.

“Probably not,” She smiled the best she could.

While walking away from the shop, Fred noticed that George seemed out of it, he wasn’t laughing along with them.

“What’s up?”

“The girl in there, she was sweet, right?”

“Seemed it,” Fred commented, “You were all blushy around her,”

“She’s a Slytherin,”

“Ooh, bad luck,” Fred said, then the conversation was dropped.

He tried not to think about her.

He didn’t think about her smile and how she seemed so inviting. He didn’t think about the pretty red flowers she had in her hair. He didn’t think about how she had dirt all over her apron and clothes, but still looked absolutely stunning.

He most definitely didn’t think about how in her element she looked in the shop, like there was no other place in the world where she felt so at home.

It wasn’t until they were back in school that he saw her again. But it took a few weeks into the term for them to talk, since they hadn’t been alone.

They talked for the first time when McGonagall had to separate Fred and George, so she stuck George next to Y/n.

She smiled at him, and he smiled back, but seemed tense and reluctant when doing so.

She tried to start conversations, and he talked along, hesitant at first, but ultimately relaxed as she went on about her day, or a story from when she was younger, and he would respond with a childhood story of his own.

And thus began the wondrous friendship between a Goofy Gryffindor and a Sweet Slytherin.

Every once and awhile, she’d sit with the twins at dinners or breakfasts, which got her weird looks the first few times, though people were used to it by the fifth time.

With the years following, they only ever got closer.

She comforted him in their fourth year when his sister, Ginny, had gone missing during the Basilisk attacks.

He wouldn’t leave her side when word of Sirius Black being near the castle was going around.

When he and his family had gotten tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, she’d been invited, being close with the twins and all.

Molly instantly took a liking to her, especially because she showed up with a bouquet of Our Molly Roses Y/n had made as a thank you.

When the attacks happened the night after, George refused to let her out of his sight, insisting that she preceded him while running to the forest.

He’d become a bit more protective after that, not letting her out of his sight when he could help it.

During their sixth year, when he and Fred tried to get past the age line, she was the first to laugh. That year, she also became closer with Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

Ron was a little twerp and Harry had so much anxiety she wasn’t sure how he was still alive. Hermione, however, became a good friend to Y/n. She looked up to her as an older sister, which made Y/n want to cry, being an only child and all.

But as the Yule Ball approached, Y/n was being asked left and right, given her kindness and beauty wooed most of the boys, and some girls, at Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang alike.

George instantly felt inferior compared to all the others attempting to coerce her into being their date. He felt he had an advantage, however, given she’d said no to every person who’d asked her so far, and he was her best friend.

When he’d finally gotten the courage to ask, a mere week before the dance, they’d been laying on a hill far from the castle, watching the sun rise early in the morning.

She was the only person to make him wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to watch a measly sunrise.

She was threading flowers around themselves, fashioning a ring of yellow and green as she picked them from around where they lay.

While she was focusing on her flower crown, peeking up at the vibrant sunrise every once and awhile, George couldn’t take his eyes off of her beautiful side-profile.

He admired the way the new sunlight made her face a beautiful golden shade and enhanced each curve and point of her face.

“Stop staring, Weasley,” She said with a smirk as she continued her ring of daisies.

“Wasn’t staring, L/n,”

“Don’t lie,” she chuckled as she began to wrap the first daisy around the last, officially making the circle.

“That’s a wonderful flower crown you’ve made there,”

“Yeah, I’m giving it to the most amazing person I know,”

The way she looked into his eyes made his heart falter for a moment. He felt like she could see into his soul, like she knew what he wanted to ask her.

However, she proceeded to place the daisy crown onto her own head, straightening it as she kept eye contact with George, who let out a loud snort.

“Of course,” He said through giggles, eventually laying back onto the grassy hill, her body following after his once the crown was secure on her head.

“I mean, could you think of anyone better?”

“Never,” He smiled as he tilted his head to stare at her. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Course,” She smiled, “But if you want the crown you’ll have to fight me for it,”

“Oh, I’d never steal your crown, your highness,”

“Ooh, I like that. You should always call me ‘your highness,’” She smirked wickedly, but her eyes were filled with pure joy. “So what’d you wanna ask?”

He scratched his head, pushing his hair out of his face. “I know you’ve been asked by just about everyone, and said no, but would you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Yes,”

“That was quick,” He grinned at her immediate response.

“Well I’ve been waiting for months,” She rolled her eyes. “All those other people just wanted to go with me to say they went with me, but if I went with you, then it would really mean something.”

“You mean a lot to me,”

“Same here,”

They laid there, in their chunky sweaters and pajama pants, on that hill, until they could see kids walking to their first class of the day.

George and Y/n had the same first period class, so they leisurely walked to the greenhouses in their warm pajamas and none of their school supplies, to which they talked their way out of a detention with Sprout, and then got dressed and grabbed their stuff before going to their second period.

As the Yule Ball drew closer, Y/n became more and more frazzled.

The night of, she’d promised to help Hermione first, given she was going with Victor Krum, and therefore had to have the first dance. She’d done her hair and gotten mostly ready, apart from the dress and final details, then gone to prepare her little friend.

Y/n had done Hermione’s hair, which looked great, thank you very much, and helped her learn to walk in the heels she’d gotten, which was a lot harder than it needed to be.

About 20 minutes before Hermione needed to leave, Y/n had gotten her dress on, since it needed to be tied in the back, and gotten Hermione’s opinion on her hair and makeup.

Y/n then sent Hermione to the dance.

She was still making sure that her hair wouldn’t get too out of place and was fastening her shoes when she began to hear music from the Great Hall.

She was running so late.

She raced down as quick as she could in her heels, trying not to sweat too much as she got to the Great Hall.

Waiting until the first song finished, she pushed open the door and began searching for George, who was already staring at her in awe.

So was most of the hall.

Scurrying over to the ginger, she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

“You look…” He let out a breathy sigh as he couldn’t find the words.

She had on a deep green ball gown that had a faint floral pattern on the skirt, shining in the lights. In her hair, just like the day they’d met, she had flowers braided into her hair, yellow ones this time, and they looked almost as beautiful as she did

“And you as well,” She chuckled as she took in his maroon, velvet robes that had lace detailing on the trim, though it looked really good on him, or maybe she was just biased.

“Shall we dance, your highness,” He bowed jokingly.

“Ahh, you remembered my real name, how nice,” She laughed as they went out to the dance floor, twirling around and smiling brighter than any other couple there, and drawing the most attention, too.

For good reason though, they gave hope to others that happiness bloomed from the heart, and despite scary times, love would grow endlessly.

[scarfacemarston]

18+ ONLY PLEASE

 Disclaimer: I’m not super knowledgeable about OF or how it works. I know the basics, but that’s it. If I get something wrong, please just be kind. I’m perfectly willing to acknowledge that I may be wrong. This ask is a tough one for two reasons: A. No matter what I say, I know people will not be thrilled. B. I think a small part of it depends really on the reasonings.  I’m usually pretty good with Modern AU things, but this one stumps me. I don’t know the mechanics of it so I don’t know what goes into setting it up. Disclaimer 2: I support any person who decides to get into OF or other forms of sex work as long as safe, sane, and consensual.

I think some people would do it and be proud. (It’s not an easy job!) I think others would do it just for the money. Some would be ambivalent whereas others might feel some shame. Others I don’t see doing it.

Arthur: I can see people encouraging him to do it. He’s attractive and I think Modern AU Arthur MIGHT have more confidence to do it. I don’t think he would, but maybe he could do it as a dare and end up enjoying it or something.  I’m going to go with no rather than yes. 

��John:- I think he might think it was funny, but I don’t think he’d actually do it - especially if he’s with Abigail. I can see her being a little domineering about that. If he’s older, then that’s a definite no. 

 Abigail is unique in that in my Modern AU I sometimes place her as a former cam girl, but other times I have her working in dive bars. Sometimes both. (Over 18 obviously) I can see her potentially doing something earlier in her life, but after Jack? No. She herself carries a lot of weight of her past profession in the game and that translates a bit in her modern AU.(I’m NOT shaming her, it’s how she views herself). I do not see her judging others, just asking that they be careful. If someone asks her nicely - depending on who it is - she might give them a few tips. Modern AU her is an organic farmer so she also knows how to run a business as well..

 Karen: Absolutely, she’s charming, extroverted, and beautiful. She knows herself and has a keen sense for business.

 Mary-Beth: Potentially - I can see her trying to a whimsical / fantasy theme. She’s very creative and kind. She’s not stupid, but I don’t know how her business sense is.

  Javier: Yep, I can see it. He’s attractive and he knows it. He’s charming and creative. However, I can see him also using other avenues to focus more on promoting music rather than dedicating a lot of time to OF.

Charles: He’s a hard one to pin down. I honestly have no idea. I want to say no and that he’d be in the same boat as Arthur. Like Arthur, maybe he’d do it as a dare and not realize that both he and Arthur have become popular. He’s very private.

Sean: Absolutely. I just see him doing it, especially if it was a few pics with Karen. (Not sure if that’s a thing). Even then, I think some people in the gang would underestimate him, but he ends up with a small following.

Lenny: Maybe if the mood struck him. I don’t personally see him doing it, but he’s not a blushy innocent bookworm like some people seem to think he is.If he did it, I don’t see him devoting a lot of time to it. 

 Hosea: I think it would be interesting to find some old vintage photos of him in playgirl or a similar magazine for MLM. I can see Dutch doing it in a Tom Selleck type of way.

 Dutch: See above. Plus, I wouldn’t be surprised to see Dutch say “Oops. Teehee. How did THOSE get there?” *smirk* 

 Molly: Yes, I can see her having a very extravagant set up. She’s charming and funny and very romantic.

Tilly: I don’t know. I want to say no as she’s very straight-laced and like Abigail, focuses more on the “proper life”. However, I think the definition of a proper life in 2020 is so vastly different. I think Tilly could do it if she wanted to, but I just get the vibe that she wouldn’t.

Bill: I think it depends on the circumstance. If he can find supportive people in an LGBT+ welcoming platform, then maybe. He could go the other way and not want to do it at all, imo. 

 Micah: Potentially. Part of me thinks he would think it’s stupid and a waste of time. The other part of me acknowledges that many people do find him attractive so he could potentially try it for a few days and see what happens. Or not. Who knows.

 Grimshaw:  I think there’s a high chance she did some posing / nude photography when she was younger. As for her age now - Potentially as she’s confident, but since she’s older, she deals with a lot of ageism. In the game, yes she wears a lot of make-up, but she’s not ugly. I can see her more helping run the other people’s OF or maybe focusing a little bit on her own OF.  

Uncle is a wild card. He could have been in a vintage thing like Hosea or Dutch.

No’s: Reverend Swanson, Mr. Strauss, Mr. Pearson. Kieran. I just don’t see it happening. Sadie - Absolutely not, especially if she lost her husband. I just don’t see her doing it in any capacity. I want to say no to Trelawny as well. I think he’d worry more than A. Someone he knows as far as connections go would see it or B. Someone in his family accidently sees it.

[bytemycupcakes]

I'm being self indulgent okay don't @ me. Malcom And Bee?

Y ES GOOD BLESS BE SELF INDULGENT!!!!

Cut cause it’s lon g

Malcom first:

favorite thing about themOkay just… look at him. LOOK AT HIM!!! Everything about Malcom is perfect honestly. (His lil random chitters are the best tho)

least favorite thing about themPwease bby eat better

favorite lineD-Does this really apply?????

brOTPMarx

OTPUhhhhhhhh Molly-

nOTPKeep the snakes away, they’re meanies

random headcanonHe’s really cuddly, like a wiggly puppy

unpopular opinionThe only dragon brother that deserves the whole world

song i associate with themI should really just take this one out

favorite picture of themDont sue me cause its some of your art

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Now Bee: (obvi based purely in the hc personality we’ve built bdhjsfbd)

favorite thing about themHE REALLY THINKS HES A TOP, YOU SILLY, SILLY BOY

least favorite thing about them👏 Let👏 your👏 boyfriends👏 compliment👏 you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  👏👏👏👏👏👏 

favorite line“Bee needs to see the beauty of the chaos”“He really doesn’t-”“.......Yes I do....”

brOTPUhhhhh??????

OTPMarx and Angel Dust

nOTPLiterally anyone else (kinda joking dw)

random headcanonHe rambles about Guns all the time and its blessed af

unpopular opinionHe’s FUCKING blue

song i associate with themOkay I have that whole playlist you made-

favorite picture of them(Also your art, oops)

Or really any blushy Bee -w-

[dathen]

u should do the character thing for yasha~

THANK YOU TALLY~*~*~

Do I like her

YES YES YES it actually kind of shocked me how much she skyrocketed in my faves once she started being around more.  Everything she says is GOLDEN and I know her backstory is going to totally smoosh my heart, and somehow despite having 1/5 of the screen time as everyone else she already has so many relationships I’m so attached to??  YASHA IS A GIFT

5 good qualities

Patient & accepting

She’s certainly gone through a lot but seems to remain really empathetic?

Thank u for putting up with the disaster purple son’s bullshit

Gives us lines like “these arms are worth a lot”

JUST MET CATS AND LUVS CATS

3 bad qualities

She seems to think murdering people is a first go-to for solving problems…Yasha what have you been through

Disappears too much ;A;

YOU SHOULD KEEP THAT RAT AS A PET, NOT EAT IT

Favorite episode:

I remember just completely falling head-over-heels for her on Episode 19, between her skeletal angel wings moment and her being so fascinated with Frumpkin :’D  I know there were other moments in that episode I adored, it was just a slideshow of Yasha goodness~  Her in episode 17 with the festival was so great too, and ep 22 with her bonding with Caleb and giving him People Advice was a delight

OTP:

I’m gonna make myself sad bc I love how blushy and starry-eyed she gets around Jester…that would be so cute and precious…but I’m trying not to get attached to a clearly doomed ship :(

BROTP:

THANK YOU MOLLYMAUK AND YASHA FOR MY LIFE their friendship is one of my fave things about this entire series.  It plays out very subtly and they don’t have Extended Friendship Scenes like, say, Nott and Caleb, but their dynamic is so wonderful and I love what they mean to each other?? Also the devil*/angel kids being besties is the best 

OT3:

Hmm m m ….probably Beau/Yasha/Jester?  I guess?  This is a rare circumstance where I like the pairing more than any OT3.  How about a BROT3 of Molly/Yasha/Caleb bc then she can have a noisy friend and a relatable quiet friend.  

NOTP:

Yasha/Molly.  Why would you spoil just a wonderful safe secure strong friendship by trying to make it romantic.  BLECH

Best quote:

“These arms are worth a lot” and “Because I’m really fucking strong” are going to be iconic for millennia.  

Headcanon:

Well since my previous headcanon of “Molly gave her the four-leaf-clover” is NOW CANON (thank u for my life ashley and taliesin), I’m just left with a sad one.  I think the “person she cares about” she mentioned when questioned about her flower-gathering is dead.  I also have theories that the past that the Stormlord freed her from is some sort of captive child warrior or gladiator or something.  This goes along with Flaw #1 above, along with how Ashley described her rage as being more dissociation than anger.  EVERYTHING IS SAD I need new happy headcanons.

*look I used the right one for once!!