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the sweater is my newest favorite shirt. it's the perfect amount of oversized and comfortable, and it's really light! I got an xl, so the back of the sweater and sleeves are grey.
the notebook is a good size and the cover is really soft. I've been shoving it in my purse to keep track of projects and it isn't showing any wear yet. also, the notebook is very reasonable on spacing I just use a .3mm pen and have writing the size of 8 point time news Roman font.
the pins are sharp enough to stick into things easily, and are easy to close and open. they have the backs that are a little like safety pins
hey! I'd bought a notebook, pin set, and the brutalia sweater on your merch site a but ago and have them all now. would you want some pics of them? in the product description of the notebook at least, it says you don't know if it would be blurry, but the cover is actually pretty clear.
[yes!! I'd love to see them -Parasite]
#I tried to take a pic of the sweater on but I am terrible at selfies lol#I never take them so every time I try I end up blurry#but I did wear my sweater to work the first day I got it and I got a compliment!#they said they liked it!#also I'm calling it a sweater but it lives somewhere in the#heavy long sleeve shirt to incredibly light sweater range#since it's cotton and polyester it's very light#and the inside is the same cloth as the outside so there isn't any fleece making it bulky#as always#I don't know if I did the image id right#if it sucks lemme know so I can edit them#because I'm really not sure if I should use the actual creature names#or describe them#and went half and half
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━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━
These fics are set in the wizarding world but aren’t necessarily canon complaints.
For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries on ao3.
Gilded by @charmingwillow
Beneath her jumper, her heart was fluttering fast. Her free hand rubbed at the spot, willing it to calm. Her eyes ached from all the nights she spent awake, unable to sleep because it hadn’t calmed in days. Weeks.
She knew why; beneath her fingertips, under the soft cotton of her sweater, her skin tingled. She knew without seeing that the spot above her heart sparkled faintly with gold, like stars spinning in the cosmos. Scattered and dancing around a name that wouldn't quite focus. It was as beautiful as it was terrifying.
Someone, somewhere, was falling in love with her. They were close enough that Lily could feel a tug of alignment if she concentrated enough.
Or, Lily and James go on a walk in the forest.
Sunshine in My Eyes (requires an ao3 account) by monroeslittle
Mr. and Mrs. Evans are killed when Lily's only a girl, and she's supposed to go to a home with her sister. Instead, a relative they didn't know they had comes to collect them, and introduces Lily to manners, magic, and a life that's just the slightest bit different from the life she was supposed to live.
Or, an AU in which Minerva McGonagall raises Lily.
Dying Fires by @jamesunderwater
In fifth year, James attempts to comfort Lily by a dying fire - but finds this will require restraint on his part in a number of ways.
Their tentative, developing friendship is something so special to me
basic maths by @gigglesandfreckles-hp
Euphemia cuts Sirius off sharply. “I was simply verifying whether this is indeed the same Lily Evans whose name is written under my dining room table with a heart around it.”
or Lily meets the parents and James tries not to hyperventilate. over and over and over again.
Blue Jay by @neurowriter14
In a world with magic, the only thing that really took Lily by surprise, and trepidation, was the fact that she had a soulmate.
All That's Known by @women-inthe-sequel
Wizards view nearly everything as a problem for magic to fix. Other people might view him that way, but James has never felt broken. He doesn’t need to be wound like an old-fashion toy and programmed to do what everyone else does.
I am in desperate need of more deaf!James (or deaf!Lily). Please can someone recommend me fics
just like a tattoo by sleepygirl0305 (on ao3)
Shortly after he witnesses Remus and Sirius realize that they're soulmates, James gets his own soulmate tattoo. A fairly inconvenient time, given that there is a war going on. And N.E.W.Ts. But no matter, he was going to try anyway.
A Happy Thought by @thelighthousestale
The 7th year Defense Against the Dark Arts Class learns the Patronus Charm.
James is shocked to learn what Lily's Patronus is.
I know that this is a very cliché trope but I'm a sucker for patronus fics.
The Boy (in the bedroom) Next Door by @eastwindmlk
Lily Evans has to move in with her new potion's teacher to finish her apprenticeship. There is one small issue, said teacher? Fleamont Potter, father of infinitely annoying and frustratingly fit former rival James Potter. Who she has not seen after leaving Hogwarts after her third year.
Put on Bed Rest also by @/ eastwindmlk
Hogwarts is covered in snow and James Potter is sick. Who better than Lily to nurse him back to health.
May Moon by Elynn (on ao3)
May Moon- also known as the Flower Moon or Blooming Moon, due to the abundance of flowers that occur as spring arrives.
She glanced up, catching sight of Mary and Marlene in the crowd of unsorted first years, the both of them bouncing on their toes as a new student was called up. She’d already made two friends (she hoped) and Lily was always a bit of an overachiever. “Hiya,” she said, doing her best to sound upbeat. The boy—Lupin—looked up at her, face a bit shocked. “I’m Lily.”
or sixth year, a bad pick-up line, and a secret.
Not really a jily fic (it's pre-relationship) but I really wanted to include it in this rec list
Accidental Magic by @missgryffin
What else is there to do after confessing feelings in the middle of the night than spend a lazy Saturday in bed?
Hell Is Empty (And All The Devils Are Here) by @nodirectionhome-ao3
When an Order mission takes an unexpected turn, James and Lily find themselves stranded together. In the aftermath of the chaos, sheltering together through the storm, a fire catches between them.
Ignore the fact that I can't remember if I've recommended this fic or not. Regardless, the back-and-forth between James and Lily is so good in this fic.
Starlight by @suzyq31
Under the cover of stars, Lily and James go out in search of an elusive flower. The northern lights make Lily contemplate how plans change.
The next few fics are all by @apalapucian because I may or may not have been stalking her ao3 page. Everything, and I mean everything, Jayne writes is incredible.
maybe it was egos swinging (maybe it was her)
James starts rolling his shoulders, wincing. "Jesus, Evans." "back at ya," says Lily, testing her wrists. "ever heard of taking it easy?" "with you? never." "can’t believe you’d use confringo on me." "knew you'd block it," he says. "can’t believe you’d use depulso." she shrugs, grinning. "knew you'd block it."
(or: seventh-year, auror-aspirant, academic rivals, head boy and head girl James and Lily.)
I still can't get over the fact that Jayne wrote me over 11 thousand words of academic rivals jily. ELEVEN THOUSAND WORDS OF ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS JILY!! The banter, the stakes, I love everything about this fic
calliope calling
in which:
James wields a wand for the first time; Lily giggles, tracing an impossible dancing deer in the sky; Sirius slams the door; Peter sighs; and Remus screams, raw and screeching and piercingly young.
(or: the marauders and lily evans as children, and something about invisible strings glinting in the moonlight.)
green light
There are yellow roses on the kitchen table. a cup of coffee charmed to keep warm for a time. a scrawled "morning! :) –James & Harry" on a scrap of paper, the torn bottom of a receipt for... milk, she finds. and strawberries. harry was signed by Harry himself, and Lily wants to cry at the shaky strokes, the crooked lines. she can hear them in the other room where James' window seat project is almost finished. harry is laughing. he asks questions, mocks his dad's shabby handiwork, drops the things he's asked to hand.
roses and handwritten notes and coffee and giggles nearby. this is her life now. she skims the flowers, the sun itself in her heart.
or: the war is over. everybody lives AU. (well, not everybody everybody, but the potter family + sirius + remus + even peter* live.) old fic rewrite.
* = you'll see.
bad day wall
Lily calls it the bad day wall. it's like this weird communal one-liner diary thing.
every time i think i'm over her something happens and it hits me just as stupidly intense as all the other times. i'm SICK of it
why can't people just LIKE by default the people they LOVE? why do they have to be separate feelings? it would make things so much less complicated
or: in sixth year, Lily starts talking to a stranger(?) through messages on a wall. she also befriends James Potter. These two things are completely not related.
I haven't read this one but it on my marked for later
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Pick a Card: Traits of Your F/S
Choose a photo that calls to you and the cards will tell you a message. As always, this is just for fun. Do not take anything seriously or above legal or medical advice. If your interested in personal tarot readings and want to support me, check out my Paid Readings! Masterlist
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Pile 1
Your F/S might wear big clothes. I'm seeing dresses, baggy clothes, or just oversized things. I'm getting somewhat emo vibes or they might just like black clothing. They are great at keeping optimism and picking themselves back up after periods of grief. Your F/S might have a hard time connecting with others or has had a bit of a rough past in terms of relationships. They could be a bit of a rebel as well or just crave more freedom in their lives. Back to their looks, their clothes might stand out in some way. Something about them or their personality is bold, but they don't even mean to be. They might have a very simple look, but it's so different from those around them that it comes off as bold, because I'm picking up on a very quiet and even reserved energy from them so I don't think their looks are a very conscious choice on their part. Either way, I'm still seeing that they're confident in themselves and have a leader like potential.
Pile 2
Clumsy, and colorful. Might wear sweaters or hoodies a lot. Could have an affinity towards churches? Or maybe really likes historic buildings or museums. Likes to travel. Likes the ocean. They are independent and trust their own decisions. They might move homes a lot and don't like living in one area for too long. They might live or be from somewhere with a cold climate. They have a humble upbringing. Could have come from a broken home, divorced parents, low income, or even faced homelessness at some point, but I'm seeing that they're ready to move on from that or have already. All in all, they're a very talented person and they're ready to take their opportunities. They might be from a different country than you.
Pile 3
Clean, smooth, "Must be perfect." Maybe their a Virgo lmao. I'm seeing that they can be the type of person to put up a front. They appear as well put together, mature, clean, and may even be seen as a leader of sorts, but on the inside they're definitely struggling with something. They might be a really naive person, and find themselves often being taken advantage of by those around them. This could also be taken as they're a very emotional person and need to learn how to put up this courageous front so that they stop being taken advantage of. As far as physical appearance goes, I'm seeing someone who's blond, medium length hair. Might like wearing blues and greens, dresses or long shirts. They might like to accessorize themselves. They may also be the type to really dress up when they leave the house, but dress very casual or im hearing 'bummy' behind closed doors lol.
Pile 4
They like hanging out with friends or even partying and drinking. They love to travel. I'm seeing a very happy and positive person hear. Maybe they can be randomly contemplative or have big dreams which is something their friends find odd about them because they usually have a kind of careless and partying type of personality. On the flip side, I can also see this as being someone that does not like to party. Maybe they're surrounding friends have a careless, parting attitude towards life and they want to break free of that and work towards something they find important. They might not be very close with their friends or feel like they've never fit in with their friend group, and again, dream of going somewhere else or leaving to find their people. They might contemplate moving overseas, so they might either be a foreigner to you or maybe you both move to a new country together. For physical traits, they might have curly hair. I'm seeing a lot of the color red. That might be their favorite color, or a color they wear a lot. Maybe their hair is red. I'm also seeing that they might get dressed up often.
#tarot#love tarot#tarot reading#tarot cards#pick a picture#pick a card#pac#channeled message#intuitive readings#intuition#valentines day#valentines
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⠀ ⠀ ── 𖥻 🌙‧₊˚⊹ how they run out of love !
an: this is heavily inspired by candy, from this moment, i apologize.
pairing: nct dream (mark + 00 line) x reader
content: a lot of heartbreaks (from your pov) sobbing, crying. nct dream without affective responsibility.
masterlist
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊
you entered the room quietly and watch the last steps of the choreography that they were putting up for the next comeback. you knew mark was really worried and anxious about the new song coming out, and you wanted to support him and show him you were there for him since he wasn't acting like him lately.
the grip on the bag took hold when jeno spot you first and then alerted mark of your arrival. he then came closer, his eyes glued on the bag in your hands.“i bring...” you start to say before he interrupts you “you didn't have to” his voice cutting you off. “i still wanted to” you finished, your eyes catching a drop of sweat running down his temple. your fingers going instinctively to wash it out. you stopped then and brush his hair, tenderly. his face suddenly pulling out of your reach. a small sigh leaving his lips, the same lips you haven't kissed in weeks. “i'll take this” he said, “i'm working til midnight, don't wait for me” added, before going back to the members.
he didn't even looked at you. not once, before you left the practice room.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍
The sound of keys caused your hands to start sweating. you saw renjun stripping off his sweater and taking out his shoes. it took him a few minutes to notice you, in the middle of his room, holding a birthday cake. “happy birthday to you” you sang, watching him smile briefly. the smile never came to his eyes, as he approached you and blew out the candle on the top of the cake. “are you gonna cut it?” you asked, putting the cake on his side table. “i already had cake” he said, “in the company” added.
“oh” was the only thing you could say. “i understand,” you said, watching him looking for something in his closet. “uh, i also have a gift” you remembered, taking out a wrapped box from your bag. you waited patiently for him to finish his work before he approach you. “more paint” he announced. his tone making you feel that you took a wrong decision. “i'm sorry, i just heard you complaining that you run out of paint, so i” “jaemin bought me some” he answered. he stared at the box of paints for a few seconds before taking it from your hands and leaving it somewhere in his closet.
“look, i'm heading out now, some friends invite me to drink beer, feel free to stay as long as you want, alright?” he said, before leaving you in his room. without kissing goodbye.
𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎
jeno wasn't paying attention to you talking about your day at work. instead, he was immersed in his phone. he didn't even realize when you stopped talking and remained silent. he wasn't there with you for a long time ago. days. weeks. months.
“jeno” you called, receiving a simple murmur under his breath. “i was telling you about my day” you remembered him, watching him fix himself on the sofa and letting out a sigh. “what's the matter?” he genuinely asked, “it's always the same” you nodded, spacing out, before getting up and heading the farthest place in the room. “today was different,” you said, as he went back to his phone, “a guy asked me out”.
“really?” he asked, making you feel stupid because of the blank expression on his face. “what made him notice you?” blurp out. you looked at him incapable of saying a word. “i mean, i'm sure there are good-looking women in your workplace, so why you, among the others?” asked. you remained silent, fearing your voice would be the one to betray you first. “mhm?” he insisted.
“i don't know, jeno”
he got up from the sofa, and went across the living room.
“me neither”
𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍
“shit” you heard him muttered while gaming. sitting beside him, you reached out his neck and caressed his hair. if he noticed you didn't know. he was consumed by the screen, paying little to no attention to you. for four hours. you had work tomorrow and it was almost midnight. feeling a little upset because haechan were ignoring you since you arrived.
“hae, it's almost midnight, i have to go” you whispered to him, receiving a small nod. “can you drive me home?” you asked, hoping you could spend some time with him on the way home. he stood up without warning and went to his closet. “i need to take a shower, can't you ask for a taxi?” he said, turning his back to you. you then, approached him from behind. “what is it?” you asked, catching him off guard when you hugged him.
he broke the hug when he turned, facing you. “i wanted to spend time with you, but you haven't even talked to me” he rolled his eyes at your words. “don't be dramatic, yn” he pronounced, walking past you. you stopped him in the way, "just... promise me that it's nothing”
he took a moment as if he was trying to spill the words. “promise” as if he was trying to find a reason to not break it.
𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍
jaemin arrived the moment you decided it was enough waiting for him. and when he saw your face, you realized that you weren't worth it even for a lame excuse. “i forgot”.
the silence filling the places where you would be upset, and angry. your mouth filling with words that won't leave your lips. because it was enough. no explanation. no remorse. the blank stare you were giving at each other was enough. there wasn't love anymore. and you have to let it go. you have to let him go.
“i think we should...” he started. “we should” you cut him off. the food was cold, the wine warm. and your relationship ended a long time ago. “i deserve to know” you said, stopping at the doorway, “you fell in love with someone else?” your voice trembling at the end of the sentence. fearing the answer, but wanting to know it. so you could end it. so you could let your heart shatter finally.
“i did” two words were enough, two words caused you to die that day, but jaemin didn't notice it, no one did, for a long time.
#nct imagines#nct scenarios#haechan scenarios#nct reactions#nct reaction#haechan reaction#haechan reactions#nct dream reactions#mark reactions#jeno reactions#jaemin reactions#renjun reactions#♡dream
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Todomomo is literally the closest you can get to a autistic4autistic t4t ship without it being canon or intentional.Shouto's dad is an abusive hypermasculine prick who's implied to be misogynistic(teaching Touya his views on women as a kid,that they're 'useless' based off their genders)and Shouto wants to grow up to be the man he never could and refused to be and dosen't care about gender at all,much less conforming to it's roles and gets called a pretty boy a lot and is way closer to his mom and sister than he is to either of his brothers,Momo is the daughter of a rich couple who adultified her to the max in order to make her the ultimate 'proper prim lady' with little regard to her emotions and mental well-being and only care about her when she lives up to their impossible expectations and she had to get that 'I have to be perfect or else i'm WORTHLESS and NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYTHING' mentality from somewhere and it's not like she wasn't isolated from her peers by not being allowed to be a normal kid in any way(her mom didn't even let her go festivals and she had to sneak off on her first one with a fear of her finding out in the back of her head the whole time!That is NOT normal behavior for your child to exhibit,Doña Yaoyorozu!!!)and she presents femininily in a way that's viewed as artificial by assholes but it's just genuinely who she's made herself to be!Shouto explicitly inhereted his mother's build and hates that he keeps looking like his dad as he gets older and Momo's said to look older than her girl classmates even disregard her body type and towers over most teen guys!!!
Shouto has a neutral expression that looks purely deadpan and just a bit angry/annoyed and he's awful at socializing and he's insanely good at flirting with Momo but IT'S NEVER ON PURPOSE and Momo has a resting smiling face as her default look and she gets scandalized at regular teen behavior and she's an expert at navigating social situations with practiced politeness and they both take things literally and don't understand the dumb kind of norms and have a special fondness for a particular food because it gives them comfort(cold soba + tea types)BUT ALSO!!!!They have matching additional food motifs(bubble tea specifically + strawberry based things)and cordinated outfits with their own aesthetics(their sweaters,,,,,,that got turned into a running thing in the games and i believe official art too)and are canon cat people(*insert that 'All cats have autism' pic here*)and Momo is a bookworm while Shouto is a comics nerd and Momo got into alt music thanks to Jirou and has a love for desserts and Shouto writes platonic love letters to Rei and perfers the spicier/savoury kinds of japanese food AND THEN THEIR ACTUAL RELATHIONSHIP
Shouto voted for Momo because he thinks she's the best they're is but didn't verbally communicate it to her because it never occured to him he'd need to and Momo admires Shouto just as much and said it outloud to his face from the start and Aizawa being the only that helps them clear up the mix up?????His old autistic man ass that's married to audhd icon Mic?So Shouto goes into detail to Momo's face too about how cool he thinks she is and that's when they officially becomes friends and he never shuts up about her to anyone from then on,this nigga's new special interest is his best girl friend he's got a crush on,and he did notice she was sad when no one else did in an earlier part but had no clue what to do or say to cheer her up so they spend time together now that they're really buds and they both know just what to say to eachother by the War Arc and Momo finds Shouto being a fucking doofus with geeky ass tendencies and moments she could make a youtube compilation out of it if she was lil meaner to be so attractive she says he's perfect for Prince Charming as a role in a play Class 1-A did in one of the novel's.Izuku broke Shouto out of his ice,Jirou and Mina broke Momo out of her doll shell and now neither of them need to mask but what brought them together was being next to eachother at their worsts and at their bests and only thinking the latter no matter what or who said otherwise.Including themselves
#sorry.bnha is absolute dogshit that spits in the name of good superhero writing but they'll always own my ass and i'll never regret it#anyway back to your regularly scheduled punkflower/ghostflower/stephcass/timsteph brainrot mb besties#todomomo#t4t todomomo#todoroki shouto#momo yaoyorozu#bnha geekery#tea blend crew#trans 4 trans autistic 4 autistic and goth punk 4 pastel punk realness#catparents todomomo#transmasc4transfem#transfem4transmasc#autistic girl summer#catkin#therian tag#goth4pastel#me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic#💌#summerposting#good times#the couple ever#aizawa shouta#dadzawa#autistic aizawa#present mic#t4t erasermic#anti bakugou#antidabihawks#< not exactly brought up but.i stand by that she should've been the fem mc and the one to redeem dabi instead of hox#🍓
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Scince you all met, somehow, have you found a liking to each other or are you still weary of each other about some things?
Dagur: 'Some things?' Anon, you have no idea how difficult is to live with these two!
Eret: Right back at ya!
Viggo: As you can see, we're still working on making our habitation bearable.
Eret: It wouldn't be unbearable if Dagur did his chore turns, didn't leave weapons lying around, cleaned the sink and bathtub after he's done shaving and would actually ask before taking others good!
Dagur: So I took a few cookies and a bag of chips from you, big deal mister 'I hoard all the goods for myself'. At least I'm not singing in the bathroom with the radio songs so falsely! Everytime you start singing, I want to rip my ears off! Also, shopping with you for groceries is a nightmare!
Viggo: At least he's trying to buy us things we need, not like when you went to take care of the groceries and came back with fizzy drinks, large meat and over 10 boxes of pizza. And I agree with the sink thing, it's really disgusting.
Dagur: Don't try to take his side when your unbearable too! Just because you're making a business call, it doesn't have to mean you have to do it in the same room as we are! I get it you want us to be quiet but you can also take it to your own room!
Eret: And you always drink all of the coffee!
Viggo: Why is that a problem for you? You don't drink coffee.
Eret: Of course I do! Well, rarely when I have a busy day ahead of me but still! Also your annoying habit of leaving your stuff around the house is really triggering! It takes me days to find my stuff because they're lying under your filthy mugs, sweaters, files and coats!
Viggo: At least I'm not bringing a one night companies here that we have to deal with in the morning, finding you both in awkward positions! I don't care if their place is far or they have company there. You either do your night play somewhere else or I'm changing the locks!
Dagur: Well Anon, I hope that answered your question. If you wish to know what we actually enjoy about each other's company, ask us in a hour or two so we can cool off. Things get heated here fast. And if you wish to know details about certain things you just heard, feel free to ask us some more.
#this really got heated fast 😅#ofc they are all nice and sweet when their shared crush Hiccup is home#they act like friends in front of him so he won't worry#anyway sorry for the waiting#httyd#how to train your dragon#eret son of eret#dagur the deranged#viggo grimborn
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Do you have any lsoh/Orin headcanons that you have hidden from the world?
this will actually be a super long winded answer that i will probably have to come back to in the future. a lot of my headcanons are actually very canon adjacent tbh.
- sharp teeth. shark like. why? dunno. if it ain't shark teeth and we're tryin to be more realistic he'll have naturally sharp canines.
- wore headgear as a kid. he should have dental trauma because i think it's a little funny for some reason, the guy who inflicts dental trauma has mild dental trauma from his childhood. also wore braces most of his life.
- speaking of childhood, i don't believe he was abused. or Anything. i think he lived a fairly normal life. he wore cute sweater vests and his mama cleaned up his hair real nice before school every morning. maybe more distant with his father, because he's absolutely a mama's boy. he liked to pull apart dolls and make his classmates cry.
- italian american. what part of italy? dunno. he is italian american.
- he's not rockabilly, he's greaser. there's a key difference between the two of those subcultures even though they overlap (please ask me, i have a special interest in greasers & rockabillies).
- very clean guy, very sterile. he's not messy unless it's blood. i think he likes blood.
- he's the way that he is because he's the way that he is. it's not traumagenic or anything, he's just like that.
- bisexual, i think he calls himself queer. because i think queer has a badass sound to it, as someone who uses the term queer to identify. bisexual is also badass, btw, no one take what i said out of context.
- somewhere on the aro spectrum. where? dunno. he experiences romance differently compared to the masses for sure though.
- for some reason i think he's anemic. this is not an important detail at all i just think he has an iron deficiency. ever since like 3 years ago that's been something i believed and i'm not gonna change it because it's funny to headcanon something that insignificant for a character's development. as an anemic person.
- 5'9" or shorter.
- he's muscular 🤯
- he likes to crack jokes a lot, he thinks he's a real comedian. no one else laughs at his jokes.
- he's a he/him all the way but i think he gets a real kick out of being called an it or a that.
i have a lot more but i also have to think of them and finally write them down, since this is the first time i'm ever doing that. expect a reblog of this in the future with more info perhaps :-)
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14/FEB/20XX
passing around to everyone his hand-made valentine's cards and heart-decorated goodie bags, papyrus hesitated almost unnoticeably while giving one to mettaton.
he also gave him a note, but i didn't ask what it said.
alphys and undyne came over earlier to pass around their stuff, but left pretty soon to go. y'know. have a valentine's date.
"Hey, Mom. Look!"
frisk raises one of those chalky heart candies. it reads, "GOAT".
"What a coincidence!"
"...Though, were those not supposed to contain compliments?"
"sounds like you 𝗮𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮 give your mom a slang lesson, kid."
flowey shot me a dirty look over the pun.
papyrus wasn't paying attention for once - too busy talking with mettaton.
"Calling someone 'the goat' is a compliment."
"What does it mean?"
"It's like saying someone is the greatest, basically."
"Then I think you are 'the goat', my child!"
not sure what the expression meant, but flowey definitely had... 𝙖 look on his face. somewhere between cringing and the general annoyance he's had for all of today increasing. frisk laughed a little and gave tori a hug.
irritated by the entire essence of valentine's day apparently, flowey's rage was sated mildly with candy.
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mettaton whispered something to my brother, and then papyrus spat some random excuse to leave; jumping out one of the windows.
at least he opened it this time. (tori's been working with him on the breaking-windows thing.)
shortly after, mettaton quietly got up and left to go find him.
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tori gave me a quiet smile.
i glanced at the time.
giving her a small nod, she rose from the couch.
"There is something I must do. I will be back later tonight. Please be good for Grillby."
grillby nodded like he agreed.
toriel stops by her room before leaving.
frisk and flowey argue about something, but i'm not paying much attention.
about thirty minutes go by.
i rise from my seat with a yawn.
"welp. it's gettin' late, and i'm having a 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 time keeping my sockets open. gonna make my way home before i crash on the couch here again. seeya, kiddos."
"you too, grillbs."
i fist bump with the remaining folks with fists to bump, and step out toriel's front door into my room.
"It's HEART to believe how much I love puns!" read the shirt i swapped my current one for. i grab the card and chocolate from the bottom drawer of my dresser.
a pretty magenta-ish sweater with a ribbon at the neck; heart shapes exposing the shoulders, and a light pink pleated skirt.
that's what the old lady waiting in my living room was wearing.
"Oh! It is the shirt I got you!"
"it's fitting for the occasion."
"And fitting you well, it seems."
i hand her the card and chocolate. i'm thankful that she laughs at the cheesy jokes i'd scribbled in there, but i can't shake my nerves still.
tori presents a small cake with a heart on top and a plastic rose.
"you're probably right to be giving me a fake one."
"I feared that a real one might not last long in your hands..."
as planned, me and her went to a small theme park with a few rides; just like the one we went to in september. this time though - the entire place was decorated in hearts and valentine's-ey imagery.
an employee stopped us at the entrance.
"Here's your couple discount bands! Today only."
toriel nodded and accepted the bracelets with a smile. she quietly put on on my wrist, and the other on hers.
𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.
.....
but, she didn't. she only kept my hand warm in hers, squeezing it gently.
i didn't say anything either.
maybe she looked at me to see if i would, but i couldn't do a thing but move my gaze anywhere else.
maybe that was the wrong decision.
maybe it was stupid that i was excited about it.
maybe it's stupid that my soul is still beating so much thinking about it.
but damn am i one
𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩
right now.
fuck.
#undertale#journal#sans#papyrus#frisk#flowey#mettaton#undyne#alphys#alphyne#papyton#toriel#soriel#sans x toriel#(smiles cutely)#(this chapter has been planned for a while)#(this chapter had concept art just to help me visualize)#(going insane)#errmmmm he said bad word put a dollar in the swear jar ?!?!11!
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TUA 4x05 reaction
I'm sorry... are lila and five gonna be stuck on the subway for six years five months and two days... jesus. if I had a nickel for every time five got stuck somewhere hellish I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot and frankly it's not that weird that it happened twice
lila is gonna want nothing more than normal after this
fuck... 6 years without a shower or toilet coz there ain't either of those on the subway. icky. well. five's done it before.
imagine telling early season 2 five that he'd eventually be stuck on a magic subway with lila for six years. imagine telling early season 2 lila.
they are gonna be weirdly codependent after this
klaus. burn the coffin. dig up thru the dirt. light that shit on fire. worst comes to worst and you die and come back
this season's also been way more gore intense than any of the others, methinks
if five and lila kiss I'm gonna release the wasps
they keep calling the umbrellas kids even tho ben, the youngest, is canonically 35. 35!! and gene and jean and sy keep calling him a boy. he is in his 30s. diego, 4 months older than him, has 3 fucking kids. bruh
ghost dog!! sure!! lmao
claire sees her mom be a badass for the first time :o I love that trope when a kid sees their parent being a total badass for the first time and it completely upturns their worldview lol
diego meeting a walking object lesson is ok. because sometimes people need to meet a walking object lesson sabhdjf
DIEGO LEARNED PUNJABI 😭😭😭 BRUHH...
man I want that cable knit sweater five is wearing
I stg if lila/five becomes a thing I'M gonna be the one vomiting bc what the hell
that is NOT the kind of enemies-to-lovers I want 😭
I literally said "stop" out loud
hey guys would it make me a horrible person if I would've prefered major character death
why was there so much kissing
ELEVATOR FIGHT ELEVATOR FIGHT!!
rip funny elevator fight. anyways get those bitches, luther
WHY DID LUTHER HAVE TEAR-AWAY PANTS 😭😂
luther only owns tear-away suits. for stripping. I love him. anyone who hated luther ever is wrong
the entire season everyone is fatshaming diego for having a straight up not-even-visible tummy. then his shirt comes off and he has a six pack. bruh.
ritu and aidan are screaming for help. obviously. I am looking at them and someone needs to help. who decided that five and lila should lose focus and have a consensual workplace relationship
I'm barely fuckin joking adain and ritu were clearly having the time of their lives together in s2 and s3 but adain is delivering his lines like he wishes he was doing literally anything else
oh jesus five, don't electrocute yourself on the track
ive. you gotta tell lila about the book you found from yourself left for you. dude. for the love of fuck.
why is five talking like lila owes him?? you really are acting your age, old man. she doesn't owe you shit just coz you held her when she was sad
reg is literally buttering viktor up just like he did with klaus last season
jennifer disappeared??
nope nevermind
OH FUCK. SY IS AN ALIEN. LIKE REG. SAME ALIEN. SHIIIIT
HE'S ABGAIL?!?!?!
oh my gd so sy was a real guy who abagail killed and scooped out to wear as a skin suit. so that's why "sy" had the marigold.
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I think a lot of my trauma comes down to the time in middle school I accidentally destroyed a classmates sweater by pulling a loose string
I ran away, because I was scared of being told off, and having to tell my parents that we'd have to pay for it later, so I sat by myself on the playground out front after the break was over
After a while, three kids run up to me, my best friend and two others
And I got ready to say something when I heard one of them shout "you're fucking dead" before the other who wasn't my best friend grabbed me by the head and smashed my face against his knee
I don't remember how I got away from them, I was the slowest runner in class, but I managed to hide again, this time somewhere clever, where they couldn't find me, and I sat there with my nose bleeding hearing them call for me while searching the school
I only came out because I didn't want my teacher to get in trouble, I think. I don't actually remember why I left that spot
I remember those two, not including my best friend, dry humping after one of their birthday parties, laying next to them, hearing them insist over and over that they're not gay
Idk if I'm gonna post this or not as I write it so if it gets even more rambly from here. Whatever
I remember one kid trying to push me off a staircase when I was in a wheelchair temporarily
I remember actually getting shoved down those stairs when I wasn't dealing with a broken bone, and landing with a roll I learned in martial arts class
I don't think I ever became a pushover, and I managed to make a lot of bullies also be my friends
Maybe my whole kink for fighting goes back to how that was something I was good at and earned me respect, idk. Rivals to lovers as wish fulfilment
I dunno. I guess we stood in the shower for a while and just thought about our life for a bit
How much I like my life now, even with how dysfunctional I am, that maybe this being as comfortable as it is for me is a huge hindrance to me getting better
I don't have a lot of friends who live nearby, but I get to live with someone I wanna spend my life with, and have been given the opportunity to repair some of the relationships I've most regretted losing
No-one from that school, though.
The last thing I heard from any of them was one of them telling me that the class reunion didn't feel right. I didn't go, and the thing I heard was that "it just wasn't the same without you."
My betrothed just joined me in bed and I immediately lost my focus on writing this
That's prolly a good sign <3
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Hey, Molly! I've enjoyed your Eurovision live updates today ☺️ I don't know if I've already submitted a request for Spicy Sunday 🌶 Sorry if this is a repeat. I would love to see something from You Didn't Call It What It Was. Thanks so much for sharing your stories with us.
Anonymous asked: I get that real life gets priority. I hope you have a good, productive evening. If you can and feel like doing the spicy scene, I vote for the new author au.
Anonymous asked: I'm so excited for Author Anthony! Can we see a spicy with them??
Anonymous asked: If you are doing a Sunday scene, I nominate Author AU to balance out how angsty that story is gonna be (really looking forward to it, though!)
Anonymous asked: I love the author AU so much! Can I request it for spicy Sunday?
@kanthony231955 asked: Molly,
I’ll take one for the team lol.
If you have time, may we please have a small snippet of Author Anthony maybe writing his scenes 👀 while he envisions Kate? Or a sexy moment between them?
Thank you!
Okay, I guess you guys are enjoying Author Anthony as a sweet sensitive, but very particular kind of pigeon, but here I am to show you that he is also an unhinged slut.
Kate remembered the very first time she'd felt Anthony's eyes on her. She'd been sitting in a lecture room, trying to concentrate on the wrong opinion of the man in front of her and she'd felt it, his gaze tickling down her spine.
"That guy is staring at you." The girl behind her had whispered jerking her head backwards and Kate had glanced in the direction and seen him.
He was staring at her from the row behind, or rather at her left hand, he'd been wearing a cable-knit sweater that was bunched up at his elbows and his eyebrow had been raised, staring at her hand and the page she'd written her thoughts on. She raised her eyebrows back at him and he seemed to startle, but he didn't look away as he smiled, a boyish grin really that didn't seem to fit the rest of him, completely unphased that she'd caught him staring. She turned back and tried to focus on what was said, but she felt his eyes burning into the back of her hand for the rest of the lecture.
She slung her backpack over her shoulder as she left, and stepped outside into the fresh November air, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
"Excuse me!"
She barely registered it, only kept walking, focusing on the rest of her day.
"Sorry! Girl with the dark curly hair!"
She'd turned at that, a little startled and found him standing behind her. He had a leather satchel swung over his shoulder, neatly stamped in silver with AEB, and his jeans were neatly rolled to exactly the same length as he neatly avoided a puddle, seemingly relieved he'd managed it.
"Hey."
She blinked at him, still a little startled, "Hi?"
"I just um- I noticed what you were writing-"
"Oh, so you were reading something you had no business reading?"
He didn't look very abashed, "You have very neat handwriting, it was right in front of me. Do you think Dr Fisher is the Hack or Percy Bysshe Shelley?"
Kate chuckled, "Both really, but... no one asked."
"You... can't find anything to admire about Shelley?" He seemed stunned, at her audacity.
"I... admire his wife, she started a whole genre of fiction. That's impressive."
"You're fucking ballsy."
Kate shrugged, "I have opinions."
"Fuck, I'd hate to see what you'd say about something I wrote."
Kate clicked her tongue, turning to walk away, "Luckily for you, you'll probably never find out."
She'd walked away from him that day thinking she'd never see him again, but it hadn't been true. And somewhere along the line, in those three years they'd spent at Oxford, she'd looked at him across the table in a pub and thought Fuck, I'm in love with you.
And even then, she'd never thought to tell him, she'd waved to him at graduation, surrounded by her family, him surrounded by his, so sure she'd never see him again. She'd only be walking past a bookstore one day and see his name on a book. The last thing she expected was to have a manuscript tossed on her desk years later as a junior editor.
Hummingbirds by Anthony Bridgerton.
And it was done.
And she'd never stopped feeling his eyes on her.
"I can feel you staring at me."
Anthony didn't bother to look away or try to deny it. He stared back at her from the leather sofa in the corner of his office, his hair touseled as he sat in his sweatpants and an old Tshirt. His Writing clothes he called them.
"I can see a lot of red pen over there."
Kate raised her eyebrow, tapping the pen against the printed pages in front of her. "Well, I'm your editor, babe, that's what I do. Edit."
His eyes burned into her darkly, "That section doesn't need editing."
She chuckled at him, "Why did you show it to me if you weren't ready?"
"It is ready, it just doesn't need to be edited."
Kate sighed, putting her glasses down, "I actually agree with you."
"Good, we agree I'm perfect."
"No, I think you need to cut this section."
Anthony's mouth fell open indignantly, "I'm not cutting that section!"
Kate groaned at an argument she'd had so many times with him, again and again until they were both red in the face and tension had rippled through the room until Anthony had usually thrown his hands up and fled the room after several long seconds. "Anthony, it slows down the entire chapter, and frankly, it's unrealistic."
Anthony shot out of his chair, stalking around the room like an angry giraffe as he made his way over to the bookshelf. "Unrealistic? I have awards, Kate!"
"Are any of them for realism?"
"You're just trying to hurt my feelings now! And you're succeeding!"
Kate pinched the bridge of her nose, "Baby, stop pacing, you know I'm right."
"I know no such thing!" He squawked, "It's passionate!"
"It's clumsy!"
Anthony stared at her, his chest rising and falling and his eyes burned her skin, setting her slowly alight as tension rippled between the distance but just as quickly as it started, it ended. Anthony threw his hands up and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Anthony," Kate called after him as his feet pounded on the staircase, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. You know you're my favourite author!"
Nothing.
Fuck
Kate put her head in her hands, guilt churning in her stomach. It would be different since they started dating, of course it would and she was still trying to find a balance between-
The door opened and closed again quickly and Kate's head shot up, "Anthony, honey, I'm sorry I just-"
"Oh, Hello." Anthony said stiffly, draping himself over the back of the sofa. He'd changed, Kate realised which made her blink a little in surprise. He'd ditched his sweatpants and Oxford shirt and was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt that he'd left unbuttoned, the smooth muscles of his chest exposed, the light smattering of chest hair dark against his pale chest in the afternoon sun.
"I know what you're doing." She tried to say it confidently, but her stomach dropped anyway and her cheeks felt warm, the entire room felt stifling, suddenly.
"I'm not doing anything." Anthony said, clearly shooting for casual, running his fingers over the back of the sofa, spinning towards her, "I'm merely... sitting in my office."
He stalked across the room towards her, his feet light on the floor and something in the intensity of his gaze made her thighs clench together.
"You aren't even sitting."
"Oh?" He was leaning across the desk now, his hands pressed into the leather covering the mahogany and Kate could smell his cologne hanging in the air. Kate felt herself squirm in her seat as he stared hungrily at her and his voice was lower when he spoke again. "Maybe I should sit then."
Kate stifled a moan as he got to his knees and she felt his hands warm on her legs even through her stockings. He slid his hands up her legs, under her skirt, his fingers tracing patterns against the soft fabric.
"Don't," Kate said but it sounded weak, even to his own ears as her legs fell open for him and she left one hook around the back of his neck, drawing him in closer.
"Do you really want me to stop?"
He hadn't done anything, not since she whined the word, his hands had stayed still on the edges of her stockings, curled around her garters, and she knew if she said yes, if she really did want him to stop he would. But god she didn't.
"Don't stop, please don't."
Anthony let out a low moan and his fingers tugged her closer by her garters until both her legs were wrapped around his neck. His lips pressed against the inside of her thigh and his tongue swept along the edge of her underwear. He made his way slowly to the centre, his tongue was warm and soft through her underwear and she could feel heat licking at her stomach in time with his movements.
Kate's hand fell from the desk and tangled itself in Anthony's hair and her hips started grinding slowly against him. Anthony let out a content noise in the back of his throat that sounded caught between a purr and a moan. The press of his tongue and the rough friction of her underwear was pushing her forward, heat coiling tighter as she held him in place against her and still she could feel his gaze burning into her.
He was always so focused on everything. Such single-minded focused that she loved watching him do anything. She loved the way he committed, threw himself into everything he did, even this, even here, even the way he loved her was determined and driven.
Come on, babe. Come for me
She toppled over the edge and the feel of his words against her and her legs started shaking, tightening around him but he didn't stop. She felt his fingers curl around the edge of her underwear and her hips bucked against the feel of his fingers while he tugged them roughly aside. Anthony's stubble scraped along the inside of her thighs and his nose pressed against her as he inhaled deeply.
Kate could feel the moan building in the back of her throat long before it made its way free and his tongue swept over her finally. It was light pressure, barely there but she could feel herself losing control already. her skirt was sliding against the chair and her knees hit the desktop with every grind against him but she didn't care. All she could feel was the press of his tongue and the slide of his fingers against her stockings and the feel of his hair under her hands and his fucking eyes staring up at her, pushing her higher and higher. Tension was thick in the room and the fireplace in the corner crackled away thickening the air.
Again, please.
His voice was firm sending a shiver down her spine and her lungs were burning as she struggled to stay upright against the feel of them.
I won't ask you again
She fell over the edge again with a sharp cry, her hips bucking wildly against him as she unravelled completely, her entire body shaking around him until she slowly came back to earth.
Anthony left a swift kiss to the inside of her thigh, letting her garters snap against her legs as he let her go, an annoyingly smug smile on his face as he crawled out from the desk.
"I think you'll find that that, which was exactly how it was described in my excellently written book, right down to my dialogue, hardly slowed things down!"
Kate groaned, her head falling to the desk, "I liked this better when I won all the arguments because you were too scared to fuck me senseless."
"I don't!" Anthony said, snatching the pages off the desk and crossing her annotations out as he crossed the room. "It stays!"
"I hate this."
"Lies."
#you never called it what it was#spicy sunday🌶#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly’s asks and answers
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Hi Adira!
How do you think our beloved Sweets Javi G would fare in winter weather? And not just the fun parts they show in the movies.
Hope you are staying safe and warm!
This was such a fun thought experiment. If, say, I invited Javi to come visit Minnesota, I expect he would purchase some fancy, bright colored ski-gear and show up covered head to toe in fair-isle sweaters and puffer wear and arctic-rated boots. He'd probably love trudging through the snow for the first day, enjoying the bright, clean air, but after that, it would be a slog with all that gear weight on him. And if he shed any of it, he'd immediately get the shivers.
I don't know if he'd have the patience for first-day slow snow driving and would probably grip your knee at the slightest fishtail. Not that I'd complain. But I get it...driving in snow and ice is the only reason I really dislike about winter. And I dislike it intensely.
And then there's the fact that every day would be pizza day (which is what I call it when I slip on the ice and fall, because once you've hit your ass on the pavement, you deserve pizza for dinner that day). He'd insist on clutching you tight and penguin walking everywhere. Which means you'd also get a lot more pizza that winter than you usually do.
But the winter activities! I really think he'd like sledding and skiing...and probably looooove snowmobiling once he got the hang of it. After all, it's like driving a jet ski, but on land. I would take him to our winter carnival--I think he'd love the ice castle and the ice maze and walking among the luminaries in the snow at night....it's very pretty and I'm sure he'd think it was like a movie and want to work it into a script somewhere.
He would want to try his hand at a snowman, building a snow fort, having a snowball fight, and icicle fights. I could teach him how to play fox and goose...I think he'd have fun with that. Nothing like a warmed up Javi whose breath is condensing on the tips of his curls and smiling like an idiot by playing in the snow.
But he'd most likely not have to take part in the actual work of winter. Shoveling. Clearing the roof. De-icing the car. Dealing with ice dams. Nobody likes that. Neither would he.
I'm sure he's seen snow before, he's been skiing somewhere fancy for sure, probably has a little cabin somewhere in Switzerland he never uses. But to live in it? I think he'd go through the process we all do...childlike wonder to teeth gritting and heavy sighs and then back to wonder.
You know what I think he'd enjoy? That boiling water trick. I bet he'd spend a good hour on that.
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@ducktales-and-ducks bc it looks funny! look at this dork
otherwise though, there's some ideas
option 1: Emotional constipation.
whiplash from "my evil aunt only puts up with me bc she has to aaaaand yep she banished me to the shadow realm again, whee"
plus "every other adult in my life (from my perspective, thanks to Magica) has only been nice to me after or if I promised to do something for them re: Beakley liking her after Lena was helpful in the subway tunnels re: Scrooge offering Lena a place in his family if she helped him save them"
to "these two dudes and my new little sister kinda just like having me around? Without even wanting stuff from me???? the heck"
with a touch of "I'm scared I'm secretly bad and selfish and ruin everything around me"
and "this is way too good to last..."
= the headcanon of Lena trying not to make an impact on the Sabrewing's home, joking about freeloading meals but also calling to let them know if she's gonna be late for helping make dinner, 'house watching' for them during the day (this is Duckburg after all, someone should guard the house against invading dandelion lions or whatever), having several months worth of 'sleep overs' in Violet's room, Ty and Indie taking turns going in later and at least tossing a throw over their snoring teen, Lena always talking about how she's gonna fix up her basement room real soon and move back in there even as Violet helps her store some of her skulls and plants in their room for now (Violet makes a point of calling it 'their' room, Lena makes a point of not noticing).
One day Mr. and Mr. Sabrewing go to wake their kids, only to find Lena actually tucked under the bedcovers, stealing most of them from a very tightly curled up Violet. They take a very embarrassing photo of it. Families, am I right?
option 2: meta text and visual shorthand
the teen character sleeping all messy and sprawled out on top of the bedcovers is, i'm pretty sure, a Thing in media. that awkward age between too old to tuck into bed and not old enough to appreciate being snuggled safely under the covers
Extra points if they're an older sibling. which now, Lena is :D
option 3: She's not used to sleeping somewhere warm
there's a hat and a hoodie sweater, one thin blanket and no other sheets, on her bed in the basement hideout. hat + hoodie makes for good warm sleep gear, very useful if the basement you're living in doesn't have much if any heating
compared to that, a warm bedroom is probably nice and toasty all on it's own. adding blankets might be overkill for her
#Ducktales (2017)#Lena#Violet Sabrewing#Tyrion and Indigo Sabrewing#sabrewing sisters#headcanons#ideas
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Boo-hooing
(Chapter 13 of two souls entwined in the North Pole)
"What's all this boo-hooing going on here?" Bernard asks, magically coming from somewhere in the kitchen, pita sandwich half eaten in his hand.
"Hey, how ya doin?" He nods to Neal, mouth half full of food.
"It's nothing Bernard. We're just saying goodbye to Charlie." I explain.
"What goodbye? Charlie, you still got the glass ball, right?" He asks, swinging his free arm around my waist.
"Yeah." Charlie nods, brushing tears away.
"Well, all you gotta do is shake it whenever you want to see your dad or sibling." Bernard explains.
"Really?" Charlie asks in awe.
"They can come back to see you anytime of day or night." Bernard reassures.
"Hey, have I ever steered ya wrong?" He asks.
Charlie shakes his head as Neil and Laura approach us.
"Nice sweater. Did we make this?" Bernard asks, trying to check Neil for a tag as he shakes him away.
I chuckle. I don't know if he's genuine or not, either way it's funny. He turns and looks at me with a love struck look. Walking over to me he caresses my face.
"Your laugh is the most mirthful noise I have ever heard in my sixteen hundred and twenty two years of living." He says as I stare into his captivating chestnut eyes.
I snap out of it hearing Neil's distressed voice. Bernard's hand drops from my face to entwined with mine. Turning, I see Neil approaching Laura.
"Laura! They're sucking us into his delusions. Look at the elaborate measures they've taken. " Neil tries to reason.
"Neil, relax." I say.
Stepping into the chimney, Bernard gives me a kiss and poofs into glitter. Dad follows me. Placing a finger on the tip of my nose, we shoot up the chimney. On the roof sits our sleigh and we load into it. From down below on the street we hear voices.
"Chief! Look up there!" I hear a police officer shout.
The voices of children ring out through the quiet night. Hushed whispers of parents are also hears. All of them talking about us.
"Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!" Dad calls out and cracks the reins.
The reindeer take off and we are gone in the blink of an eye, soaring through the black night sky. We place presents under every tree from Illinois to Ohio. Suddenly a light with Charlie's face on it starts rapidly blinking. Pressing on the button beside it, we are teleported to Laura's living room.
"Hey sport!" I call to Charlie.
"Dad! (Y/n)!" He runs to us with his arms open.
"You miss us already? We've been gone, what? Ten minutes." Dad asks checking his watch.
"We were on our way to Cleveland when we got your call, sport." I ruffle his hair.
"Do you wanna go for a quick ride?" Dad asks him.
"Yeah!" Charlie jumps up and down in excitement.
"Of course, it's up to your mom." I chime in.
"Please mom?" He gives her his signature puppy dog eyes.
"Go on. Get outta here." Laura jokes.
"All right. Hold on." I say grabbing ahold of dad as he boops his nose.
Back in the sleigh we continue to deliver all the presents, this time with Charlie with us. Landing back in front of Laura's house, I give Charlie a quick hug.
"Now, I know I'm only a shake away, but I'm gonna be packing for the pole. So if you need me again, just call my cell." I tell Charlie.
"Sport, I love you so much. I couldn't have done this without you." Dad gives him a kiss on the cheek.
We take back off and land on our roof.
"Dad, just fly back without me for now. I've got to pack our things, and a big, green sleigh shouldn't be on our roof in the morning when people wake up." I hug dad goodbye and open up our house.
Going upstairs, I open my room. Taking out my suitcase, I start packing all of my belongings. I had all of my clothes already folded, so this goes by pretty quickly. I go into Charlie's room and pick up his stuffed bear dressed like Santa. I can't help but think, how often will I get to see him. I guess he could always FaceTime me, if there actually is wifi in the pole. I decide to take it with me, a souvenir of my little brother.
"What's wrong snowbird?" I hear a voice I've grown to love ask me.
"Just thinking about Charlie." I say turning around to face Bernard.
"You know, your dad isn't the only one who can teleport." He grins.
"What do you mean?" I ask, quirking my eyebrow.
"Since you're technically the spirit of Christmas, all you gotta do is picture where you are and wiggle your ears, and you'll be there." Bernard swings his arms around my shoulders.
"That would have been nice to know, ya know!" I playfully smack his hand off me.
"I'm sorry!" He feigns a hurt look. "But just to let you know, the rest of the elves can get your stuff. You didn't have to come here."
"I figured, but I wanted to make sure I got my bag and Charlie's bear." I smile down at the bear.
"Well, now that I'm here, I can take that for you." He says taking my suitcase from me.
I grab a hold of his hand and entwine our fingers together.
"Would you like to do the honors of taking us home, snowbird?" Bernard asks, a gentle smile gracing his face.
"I'd love to." I grin back.
Wiggling my ears and thinking of my dad, we appear in the workshop. He's standing in front of all the elves when we appear in front of him. He stops mid sentence and gapes at us.
"Sorry, dad. I'm new to this." I apologize and drag Bernard off the stage and down the hall to my room.
"This is new, but as long as you're here with me, I think I can manage." I say smiling at him.
"I'll always be here snowbird."
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A Very Happy New Year | Albus Potter x Scorpius Malfoy
"Welcome to the Burrow." I say giving Scorpius a small grin while gesturing around. He gives me a smile in return. "It's nice to finally be here. This place is very cozy." As he looks around the main room and sees everyone I can tell he has taken notice of something.
"Does everyone always just wear pyjamas around the house to these family gatherings?" I let out a small laugh as he gave me a cute confused look. "Molly makes each of us sweaters for Christmas and everyone tries to keep them on as long as possible to make her happy."
After hearing this Scorpius looks a bit surprised and smiles while shaking his head. "So you mean to tell me all of you have been wearing your Christmas PJs all day?"
I nod my head. "And guess what," I say, pausing to give the moment some suspense. "You might also have one." I finished, looking to see his reaction.
"What do you mean I *might* have one?" Scorpius asks with a confused look on his face for the second before slowly coming to the realisation of what you're implying.
"I... you wouldn't." He asks as his cheeks begin to flush. "I had Molly make you one." I admit blushing slightly.
It's Scorpius' turn to let out a small laugh as he looks away trying not to let me see his embarrassment. "Really?" He asks with his voice breaking slightly, his cheeks a bright shade red.
I nod and move further into the living room to get his sweater. "Here you go. I hope you like it." I say as I'm excited to see his reaction to it.
"You actually got me one?" He asks as I hand over the sweater. He immediately puts it on and it's a little bit baggy on him but it's clear he really does like the sweater.
"Thank you" he whispers as he reaches out to hold my hand for a brief moment. I squeeze his hand quickly before letting go. "I have to admit it looks good on you." I let out a small chuckle.
He can't help but blush even brighter as I compliment him. "Thanks, you're one to talk." He returns the compliment with a small smile on his face. We share a quick glance and smile before the conversation is interrupted by Lily.
"Dad wants you to help set up the snacks in the kitchen. There's a lot." Lily glances at Scorpius for a moment before continuing. "He also said Scorpius can help you if he wants." Scorpius nods his head as I hum in response to Lily. She runs off to somewhere as I lead Scorpius towards the kitchen.
As we walked into the kitchen I noticed that Lily was right and my dad was there with a bunch of snack trays that they needed the food placed on them.
"Hey you two. Nice to see you again Scorpius." He greets the both of us with a smile.
"Hello Mr. Potter." Scorpius waves a bit awkwardly trying to be polite. I shake my head slightly laughing. "Hey dad. Lily said you wanted us to help?" I ask.
Harry chuckles slightly when he sees Scorpius try to act polite towards him. "Just call me Harry, being friends with Albus makes you basically part of the family." He dusts his hands off on his apron before continuing. "Yes, it would be great if you two could help me out. As you can see we have a bunch of trays here and lots of snacks to put out."
Scorpius and I eye each other at the word "friends" trying not to laugh. Thankfully Harry doesn't notice the look we shared due to James running in quickly to swipe a few of the snacks.
When we both make eye contact again we both have to hold in our laughter, after all dad has no idea just how close we are.
Harry notices James grab some of the snacks and makes a face before he laughs. "James we're almost done you can wait until we finish and everyone else comes in here to grab some." He says in a light tone.
"Sorry, no can do." James replied with a full mouth before leaving the kitchen as quickly as he came in.
Harry sighs and shakes his head before we all get started on the food trays. Scorpius and I start putting the snack trays together while dad unwraps the last few snacks from their packaging. Before we know it we've got half of the trays ready.
"We've got half left to do." Harry says with a smile looking over at us, noticing how much we've done so far.
As the two of us are working on the last half of the snacks we both can't help but notice how close we are standing. We constantly accidentally brush up against each other when trying to work on the trays but it's clear neither of us seem to mind.
After we both finish I look up and notice how close our faces are. Our lips only a few inches apart as we both look into each other's eyes. I turn my head away to make sure I don't mindlessly close the small gap between us.
I turn my head away to ensure I don't mindlessly close the small gap between us as I become flustered. Harry looks up noticing all the snacks are set and ready and gives us both a big smile. "Thanks for the help you two."
We both nod our heads in acknowledgment before Scorpius speaks up. "So does this mean we can start raiding the snack trays or do we have to wait?" He asks jokingly.
I let out a laugh at his comment as I playfully slap his arm. "Yeah dad, do we have to wait?" I joke along. Harry chuckles at us both joking around as he smiles, seeing the both of us laughing together.
"You can have a little snack but wait to get more until after everyone else has come in here to get some." He allows us both one small snack as he smiles.
As the two of us grab a snack and head into the living room we sit next to each other on the couch. I realize how close we are to one another and have to resist the urge to sit closer to him.
Before either of us can act on the thought of sitting even closer, everyone somehow ends up in the living room with us which makes us distance ourselves a bit. Harry pokes his head out of the kitchen letting them know the snacks are ready and soon everyone is piling into the kitchen to grab some.
The kitchen is quite full with lots of people grabbing snacks. The two of us decide to stay on the couch since we already have our snacks and just get comfortable.
Eventually when everyone makes their way back into the living room I notice how close we're sitting to one another again and how it's almost hard to keep your distance, it's almost as if our bodies naturally want to be closer together.
Thankfully the closeness of the two of us isn't as suspicious since everyone crams near each other to be able to sit in the living room.
Conversation starts up as everyone starts to join in. Scorpius and I add to the conversation from time to time but mainly just listen.
As the conversation continues the two of us are both sitting with our legs right next to one another and our arms just brushing against each other while we both casually laugh, smile, and converse with the rest of the people in the room.
Eventually the time comes to set up the fireworks outside and you both follow Harry and everyone else outside.
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Harry pushes up his glasses as he and Ron start to figure out how to set up the fireworks. In the meantime, Ginny and Hermione are passing out sparklers for us to play around with as we wait for the fireworks.
Scorpius grabs a sparkler from Hermione and smiles softly before holding it out in front of me.
"You want one?" He asks with a soft tone, feeling comfortable with holding his hand out towards me. I smile at him. "Yeah, thank you." I grab the extra sparkler from his hand holding it in my own.
He smiles back at me as I take the sparkler, we both stand there smiling and laughing and eventually before either of us realize it we're both holding each others hands.
"I'm glad you were able to come here today." I say giving his hand a small squeeze. He looks over at me and smiles before responding.
"I'm really happy I came too, this has been a great day." He squeezes my hand back softly before letting go and moving his hand up to my arm. He gently wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me slightly closer to him.
We stand there for a few moments embracing each other while waving the sparkles around until we hear Ron call out that the fireworks are ready.
As soon as we both hear Ron Scorpius lets go of me and we make sure to stand the correct distance away from each other so no one questions the two of us.
He then looks over, giving me a small grin before walking over to join in the crowd that formed around Harry and Ron.
I stand closer to the back of the crowd more interested in watching everyone else than participating myself. Scorpius has similar thoughts and stands in the back of the crowd near me and enjoys watching everyone else lighting the fireworks.
Both of us have warm looks on our faces as the fireworks start to fill the sky. When the last few are launched into the sky both of you look over at one another sharing a few moments of staring into each others eyes.
In the background we can hear cheers of "Happy New Year" from everyone else. As we continue to look at each other I see Scorpius glance around for a mere moment before pulling me into him and bringing his lips to mine.
I can't help but blush from him pulling me in close for a kiss. The fireworks light up the sky as our lips meet and we both share the first kiss of the new year.
We are a bit lost in the moment, our lips pressed firmly against one another as we both fall deeper into the kiss and I forget for that moment about all the others around us.
"Happy New Year Albus." Scorpius whispers in my ear as soon as he ends our kiss. My cheeks are flushed as I lean my head on his shoulder and smile. "Happy New Year Scorp." I mumble too flustered to speak up any louder. Scorpius can't help but chuckle at how flustered I seem as he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer into him.
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Character Info Sheet
Tagged by: @apexulansisTagging: I don't know who's even active on here anymore, so if you see this, consider yourself tagged, you lucky ducky.
Name: Vinley Nidena Robles
Name Meaning: "Dirt". As in the literal thing. Not the loftier, more spiritual concept of "earth".
Alias: Vin. Call her "Vinnie" and she'll make sure you have regrets about this.
Ethnicity: Midoan. Of Mido. From the planet, Mido. She used to live in a forest somewhere. That's about as specific as she gets.
Pictures You Like Best of Your Character: I'm too lazy to pick through my folders so I'll grab what I already have here despite it being so ungodly old.
Three Headcanons You've Never Told Anyone:
Vin has dislocated her shoulder in the process of trying to lick her own elbow. Twice.
When she was a kid, Vin had dreams of eventually moving to the city and becoming a radio star. Her mom pretty much shamed her out of this one. Some shit to do with abandoning the family and how wasteful and detrimental to the environment city people were.
Vin's got a couple of half-siblings running around somewhere that she doesn't know about. Same mom, different fathers. Her mom wound up settling down with Marok because he made her laugh. Like, on a regular basis. Not like that plot hook from The Golden Goose where the king gives his daughter away to the first guy to make her laugh. That would've just been dumb.
Three Things Your Character Likes Doing in Their Free Time:
Skipping rocks. Not constructive, but it kills time and she thinks it's relaxing.
Crochet. She learned it from Nena. She also finds this relaxing.
Tinkering. Mostly with her guns. Mostly so she can see how ridiculous she can make them. It's the closest thing she has to amusement that isn't just tatering out on the couch, playing video games.
Eight People Your Character Likes/Loves:
Ardaka.
Ardaka.
Ardaka.
Ardaka.
Nena.
Ardaka.
Her dad.
Ardaka.
Shut up. She's disinterested in having a ton of friends. I also maybe don't write enough for her to have any. Oopsie.
Three Things Your Character Regrets:
Kicking her little brother into the watering hole that one time. It was funny when she did it but it definitely added to the permanent chip on his shoulder.
Agreeing to go on the supply run that landed her on Sigma Rhada. Sure, she might not have met Ardaka if she hadn't gone. Or maybe she would have, just later on. Whatever the case, she couldn't have known what she was missing and she really wishes she had the cash to get back to her family already. Space travel is eye-wateringly expensive, even the cheap seats.
Accepting that first sweater from Nena. The Alpha Sweater. The beginning of the deluge. She has more sweaters than god and there's no sign of it stopping. There's no reason to even have a sweater in Neo Shousis but somehow Vin has thirty.
Two Phobias Your Character Has:
Fire. Kind of a gimme if you grew up in a village made completely of wood, with wooden foundations, at least a thousand feet off of the ground.
Being snatched off of the street. It's happened once already and she's a little bit paranoid that it'll happen again. Unrelated: Be sure to ask her about her pepper spray collection.
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