#blaise.1

[ladymoody]

hi!! i was wondering if u could make a story with sid jenkins and y/n where they're friends and she drags sid out to go shopping with her and she's in the changing room trying on a dress and the zipper gets stuck so sid goes in to help her and things get a little spicy? basically that one scene with jal but it leads to more lmao

HANDS ON ME

sid jenkins x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw +18, swearing, explicit language, breast squeezing, loss of verginity (sid), p in v penetration, cum.

word count: 2,3k

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I was on sid’s bed as he played some stupid video games on his computer. the constant electronic voice that said “you lost” was getting on my nerves and the annoying sound of him pressing those buttons on the joystick wasn’t helping at all. I laid there, staring at the ceiling as I played with a small ball that I had previously found in a drawer of his nightstand, next to a playboy magazine.

sometimes I shifted my gaze on sid, who was focused on the screen and slightly leaned in to have a better look at the game. he had his messy hair all over his forehead and he wasn’t wearing his usual woolen hat — he was still wearing his pajamas at the top but nothing at the bottom, except for his boxers and high socks with some little ducks printed on the fabric.

“ugh! it keeps making me start all over!” he groaned throwing the joystick on his desk.

“then do something else other than letting a damn game brainwash you.”

“but I’ve got only 50 coins left to unlock a new level!”

I huffed and sat up, crossing my arms against my chest. “I am not going to sit here doing nothing just because you have to win that fucking game. get your ass off that chair and spend some time with me.”

sid stared at me and I could tell that he felt bad for ignoring me this whole time. he hesitated as his gaze kept shifting between the computer and me, but then he spoke. “you’re right, I’m sorry.”

I let out a little sound of pride and untangled my arms to place them on the bed, propping myself up.

“wanna do something more productive?”

“like what?” he stood up and grabbed an already-opened pack of chips and started munching them.

“shall we go to the mall?”

“no.”

“aw why not?” I pouted and stood up as well.

“well, I don’t want to follow you like a puppy the whole time while you try clothes on.”

“but you are a puppy.” I joked. sid blushed, just slightly, and scratched the back of his head.

“don’t call me that.”

“why not?” I smirked and stepped closer.

“I don’t like it.”

“come to the mall with me and I’ll stop calling you that.”

he sighed.

he never liked going to the mall with me because he knew I would’ve paid more attention to the clothes and completely forgot about him. though, I knew he enjoyed following me around and giving me recommendations about clothes.

“come on… make your friend happy.” I smiled and got even closer to him, placing my hands on his lower chest narrowly tickling him.

sid blushed, this time more visibly, and he hesitatingly nodded.

(skip time)

I was walking down the mall, checking at the windows and popping in the shops every now and then. sid was behind me holding my shopping bags — I had bought two pairs of jeans, a pair of shoes, jewelry and a beautiful brown scarf — yet, I felt like there was something missing… a dress!

“one last shop, then we’ll go home.” I reassured sid and he sheepishly murmured “okay.”

I headed towards a shop that looked quite nice, it seemed fancy and by its window I could tell it had clothes of my color palette.

sid and I walked in and I started scanning the big room — there were beautiful coats, fancy shoes, long and short skirts and gaudy tops. no. I needed a dress.

“oh! there they are.” I rushed to a smaller section of the shop where I found a large hanger full of marvelous dresses. I started looking through it, examining the pieces of clothing one by one. sid waited patiently behind me, his gaze wandering around the shop in curiosity but also embarrassment to find himself in such a girly place.

suddenly I picked up a beautiful mini purple dress, tight and soft.

“found something you like?” he asked.

“yes, I think I’ll try it on.” I said as I turned to ask a shop assistant where I would’ve found the fitting rooms.

sid watched me disappear behind a wall not so far from where I picked up the dress from. he followed me and stood next to the fitting room I had got in. I closed the curtain and started taking my clothes off.

“how come you have all this money?” he asked from outside.

“it’s my parents’.” I said as I slipped the dress on.

“oh, I see…”

I turned around, looked behind my shoulder and into the mirror to zip it up. the dress fitted perfectly.

“how do I look?” I opened the curtain and did a quick spin to allow sid to have a full view of the dress. his mouth went dry and he blinked fast, he was struggling to keep his calm demeanor.

“g-good.. i-it looks good…” he stuttered as his nervous eyes darted over my figure.

“great, I’ll buy it.” I went back in the fitting room and closed to curtain.

after some moments I opened it again, finding sid touching where he was not supposed to touch — he almost jumped as I peeked my head out, catching him admiring some lingerie nearby.

“uhh… I was.. well, there was.. uhhh…”

I totally ignored what he was trying to say or what he was doing before I opened the curtain, instead, I just went straight to the point.

“the zip got stuck, could you help me?”

sid’s eyes lit up, but his nervous expression took back over right after.

“y-you want me to help you with the zipper?”

“yes.”

“am I supposed to… go in with you?”

“well, yes, if you don’t want the whole shop to see me naked.”

sid blushed and I assumed it was the word “naked” that had him getting uncomfortable. or the thought of me being it.

he quickly pulled himself together, rushing inside the fitting room with me and placing down the shopping bags he previously had in his hands.

I knew how sid was, so shy with girls and also a bit of a klutz too. I wanted him to get out of his comfort zone and the only way I could have done it was leaving him room to make the first move.

sid noticed I was just standing there, staring at myself in the mirror, and understood he needed to get his hands on me to help me fix the zipper. he gently moved my hair aside, letting fall on my cleavage as his hands worked on my back to take the zip down.

I looked at him through the mirror with a proud expression on my face, content that I was making him do a nice thing for his friend but also intimate from a certain point of view.

he struggled a bit, but he eventually managed to let the zip slide down effortlessly. “done.”

I breathed out and thanked him, but then I felt his hands roaming on the small of my back longer than necessary. at first I didn’t know how to feel about it, knowing sid was shy about everything that had to do with girls, but somehow his hands felt expert as if he knew what he was doing.

“you look amazing in this color.”

did he just compliment me? out of the blue? no stuttering?

“thank you, sid.” I cooed.

I saw him smiling behind me, before skimming his hands around my waist. oh. that felt nice.

“you.. like it?” I spoke again referring to the dress and he just hummed in response.

sid’s hands roamed on my hips, touching my curves as he admired my back — the zipper down allowed him to glance at my bra. he brought one of his hands back on my back, now delicately touching my bare skin right under the clasp of my bra.

“sid…”

his hands trembled a bit, so I knew he was still the same, but this time he was… bolder. I loved the feeling of his hands on me, he just felt too good.

sid’s face lowered on my shoulder and I tilted my head aside to give him better access. I kept looking at him through the fitting room mirror, his eyes making eye contact with mine as he started placing wet kisses on my skin. his hands went back around my waist and I placed mine on his. I couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure as I threw my head back, making it fall on his shoulder. sid smirked and started sucking on my skin, probably leaving a hickey.

“sid… what are you doing?” I chuckled.

he didn’t respond but just brought his hands on my shoulders, slowly and a bit hesitantly lowering my dress straps. I watched him moving both inexpertly and confidently, now pulling my dress down until it exposed my perfectly-sitting breasts in my black bra. I saw sid’s eyes falling on my chest shamelessly, before shifting back on mine and blushing.

“it’s okay… you can touch.” I reassured him as I guided his hands to cup my boobs. he touched them both, at first squeezing them from the bra shyly and cautiously, but then getting a sudden burst of confidence as he heard me moan and shut my eyes under his touch. his grip grew firmer and slid his hands under my bra to touch me fully. I couldn’t wait anymore and I undid it, letting it fall onto the ground and making sid nearly drool at the sight. I quickly stepped out of my dress to remain in my underwear only — I turned around, facing sid and wrapping my arms around his neck. his hands instinctively grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, his eyes eating mine behind those glasses. despite he was making a lot of moves, I could hear his heartbeat louder and faster than normal, his hands a bit sweaty and his cheeks flushed of a light shade of pink.

“we’ve become temerarious, mh?” I teased him as my right hand started touching his chest, playing and tugging at his shirt.

“a bit…” he sheepishly answered. he was so sexy and cute at the same time.

he leaned in, crashing his lips to mine. oh my god, he was a good kisser! we started heavily eating each other, completely skipping the slow and romantic initial part of make-outs. his tongue tapped falteringly on my bottom lip, slipping into my mouth to tangle it with mine.

he pressed me against the mirror making a loud sound that didn’t bother any of us, who were apparently too focused on the kiss — then he grabbed my thighs and lifted me in his arms.

I was aware of the people outside who might have heard us. the kissing sounds were obvious and noisy, but I didn’t care — my friend, who was no longer just a friend, was making out with me! everybody knew sid was a virgin — his friend tony called him a loser because he had never touched a girl that was not in a friendly hug, let alone ever kissed one.

sid and I kept kissing, the noise of the chatter outside, the sound of our lips seeking each other, his hands all over me… god, I was in heaven.

he suddenly broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. our eyes were both shut and our breaths came out in ragged gasps. his right hand left my arse and went on his jeans, his fingers hurrying to unzip them.

“are you sure?” I asked him.

“yeah… you don’t understand how badly I wanted you for all these years, y/n… having to stand there watching you hooking up with other boys while I couldn’t make a move…”

I smiled at his words, feeling flattered and also relieved that the attraction I felt was mutual. I let him unzip his jeans and drop them down at his ankles, his boxers next. he quickly moved my panties aside, his hand slightly shaking as he did so.

“mhh…” I bit my lip as I gazed at sid’s size. fuck. that was… certainly not small!

his cheeks colored red again, but this time I couldn’t tell if it was because he was embarrassed or just very hot and aroused.

he slowly guided his cock against my core, letting it lubricate with the wetness of my pussy. then he gradually let it slither inside. I felt it filling me up inch by inch (around 7 inches) and I moaned for each thrust.

“don’t- shh…” he tried to quiet me down, we were still in public after all, but luckily we were in a crowded shop and I guess people were barely hearing what happened in that fitting room.

it took all of my will not to scream at each movement of his thick member, his thrusts were rough and uneven, yet so strong and defined. I kept feeling his cock head hitting my g-spot repeatedly and relentlessly, almost forgetting that I needed to be quiet.

my hands grabbed his shoulders, my nails dug in his skin. “I’m… I’m close, sid…”

he listened to my moans and pleas and fastened his pace, pistoning inside me. I hit the edge, I overcame it. I moaned in his ear not to let the other people hear us, and I rode the wave of pleasure he was able to give me.

my juices covered his cock, which made him come right after me. he pulled out, stroking his head with his hand, and spurred his seed on my stomach.

“oh my god…” he slowed down and panted in my ear. we both chuckled, our eyes still closed due to pleasure.

I never thought I would’ve had sex with my friend.

[kokorozasumono]

[azrakaban]

Slytherin Boys X The Eras Tour

My hcs about how them trying to get tickets would go down <3

- RIGHT SO

- honestly they don't care when you first tell them about the tour. Big deal, yada yada

- When you queue for a presale code, they're not caring too much, they're probably not bothered honestly just letting you do your thing

- But when you get a presale code? they're INVESTED.

- "What's a presale code?" - Draco probably

"It helps them get access to tickets before just anyone can buy them." - Lorenzo, dutifully explaining

"So it's like a Disney special pass?" - Mattheo, who you explained Disneyland to the week prior

- Honestly trying so hard to get you those tickets. Imagine you don't manage to get tickets the first night and you're BUMMED. Keep sobbing (literally was me after November 17th, loss of my presale code day)

- But then you've nearly lost hope. You didn't get a presale code for the other nights, so ur chances at tickets? OUT THE WINDOW.

- But thank god. Thank god for your friends. Astoria, who got a presale code, and got tickets for her, Daphne, Pansy and a Hufflepuff girl. BLAISE, who got tickets for himself, Draco, and Theo.

- And last but not least, TOM RIDDLE, who set up SEVEN different emails and battled the Ticketmaster mums to get tickets for himself, Mattheo, Lorenzo, and of course, YOU.

- None of them besides the girls understand how huge this is until you're all screaming and crying and hugging.

- Then there's the stress of outfits. Finding matching ones, making sure they're cute, yada yada.

- Then they're helping you with everything they can, getting beads, making bracelets, learning lyrics.

- They're so excited for it oh my god by the end? BUZZING. have to tell them to shut up so many times.

- Going to Edinburgh Eras Tour, because of where hogwarts is.

- They're singing along, but trading bracelets? Weirded out originally by strangers approaching you, but then get into it.

- Totally having an amazing time by the end, and get the Taylor hype.

TO CLARIFY....

I'M GOING TO THE ERAS TOUR!

I found out today, and had no idea. It's in two weeks. Outfit is ordered, bracelets are made, making even more bracelets, terrified. I'm so excited. Somebody pinch me.

Requests still open, love you all, thanks for reading!

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a little family hangout in the garden for leisure day

[infin1ty-garden]

(Sorry, for any spelling mistakes english isn't my first language)

ONE STEP - Boxer! Logan Sargeant

fake relationship au! you come to watch one of Logan's training sessions and feelings start to reveal themselves

Hockey player! Jake Seresin

your friend keeps draging you to a buch of hockey games because she has a crush on a player and Jake teases you about being there for him

F*CK 'EM ALL - F1 driver! Zoya Nazyalensky

the coldhearted driver and her rival, no one could have guessed they' end up togther but it's all a pr stunt

EMMA INSPIRED PLOT - Knight! Logan Sargeant

you are a matchmaker what you didn't expect was to fall in love with a knight who constantly judges your work

UNDER THE MISTLETOE - Tamar Kir-Bataar

you and Tamar were caught standing under the mistletoe

WES HICKS AS GHOSTFACE

headcanons of what it would be like to date Wes Hicks if he was ghostface

JUST THE TWO OF US - Nyck De Vries

both you and nyck have a ton of weddings to attened and decide to do it together (inspired by 'Plus one')

SLYTHERIN BOYS HEADCANON

headcanons of a enemies to lovers au! where you fake amnesia to get out of a fight with your enemy and he lies and tells you'd been dating for a year

[tiodolma]

Fr. Blaise and Lancelot be judging yet not saying anything

Waiting anxiously for King Arthur to sign the Anti-Polygamy law and promise to only be with Guinevere.

lancelot's worried face

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A Dungeon of Our Own ch. 1 | Draco Malfoy Series

This is the 3rd person ver.

Summary: It's the 2000s now and Draco is trying to clean himself up after the end of the 2nd wizarding war. His parents' supremacist ideals need to go but he’s not sure where to start. Maybe interacting in the muggle world. They can't be that bad. 

Tags & Warnings: A tad of angst (more to come), slowburn, enemies to lovers but like if someone coughed E to L on it. Think I missed a tag or warning? Please let me know!

Word count: 1.1k Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have written this in two styles (1st & 3rd) because I wasn’t sure which I liked more so I figured you lot could decide; here is a link to the 1st person version. I will continue to write in the style of whichever one is more popular,. warning they are mostly the same but some of how things happen is written a bit different. I might do the second chapter in both styles since we’ll be following y/n instead but I’m not sure (I think i'm leaning towards 3rd person) Anyway, please enjoy the start to this slow burn. Warning I may not be doing these character justice sorry If I don't. I also might be slow on updates as I’m starting back in school and It’s going to be hectic; I just know it :\ 

Sorry for grammar mistakes

“Draco, listen we’re all worried about you.”

“No, last I checked it was just you.” Although it was only Theo in a painting it was definitely still Theo. 

“Theo! *Sigh* Ignore him.” Draco shifted in his seat avoiding eye contact with Pansy’s concerned eyes. He kept his calm and cool appearance on the outside as he always tried to. 

“I really don’t understand how keeping these ideals is going to help me.” Draco leaned against the chair arm, resting his chin on his hand and looking toward the window where a small group of birds caught his eye. Being a bird doesn’t seem too bad. Pansy and Theo had begun bickering about something; Blaise kept his methodical quietness but expressed everything through twitches on his face. Draco continued to drown out the people around him, he was busy avoiding the thoughts in his head. He didn’t want to think about it, his parents had brought him up this way, and yes he knew it was wrong and that it hadn’t done him any favors in the past; but he felt like removing these values was like a betrayal to his parents, a betrayal of everything he knew. He knew he could face himself but the disappointment from his parents was something he wasn't sure he was ready to take. 

“Draco…Draco, are you listening to me?”

“Hmm, oh yes”

Pansy rolled her eyes at him, “Anyway, I just don’t think it’ll do you good. I know you think it will help you…deconstruct and get a better idea of muggles, but I just don’t get it. What do your parents think?” Blaise scoffed at Pansy putting his hand in front of his mouth. “Oh don’t you start. You ought to be telling him off too.”

“Well isn’t it obvious what his parents would say? However I doubt he’s told them.” Blaise sat up straighter in his chair, which didn't seem possible as his posture was already perfect. “Have you?”

His eyes glanced at Draco and made him just about ready to kick them all out. 

“No, I haven’t and you better not.” Draco sneered. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” They stared each other down until Draco gave him a squint of approval. 

“All of you should leave. My parents will be home soon and they aren’t expecting company for dinner.” Pansy looked a bit glum at having to leave but listened as Blaise held the door open for her, “Oh and Take him with you.” Draco stood up and pointed to the painting of Theo. Blaise briskly snatched it from the chair it had been placed in earlier and walked out through the door disappearing into the hall after Pansy. Draco crumpled back into his chair placing his forehead into his hands. He felt alone, he felt maybe he shouldn’t change but the world around him is. His parents won’t be here forever to loom over him, of course he knew they loved him and only wanted the best for him and he loved them for that. However, his parents' supremacist values only sunk them into trouble and he knew especially with everything that had happened that they would only drag him down in his adulthood. He of course had no support in helping him reform himself and he was slowly trying to distance himself from Pansy, Blaise and Theo as none of them were going to help him. He hoped for Pansy as she seemed the least harsh in her views but it seemed futile. In the corner of his eye he spotted the birds again and walked to the window to watch them but when he reached the glass he could no longer see the birds. He decided to go outside, take a walk , try to clear his head, and maybe spot those birds again.

The garden’s lush greenery always helped Draco clear his mind but the clouds above seemed to reflect his clouded mind. He walked on the stone path which had become a bit overgrown—he’d have someone fix it with magic later—and although he occasionally stopped to admire a flower he kept his eyes on the sky. He hoped to spot the birds he had seen earlier but to no avail. After about a 5 minute walk he reached a hazel tree hidden in the back. His mother had insisted on the garden having one as she enjoyed the scent it produced, Draco felt the same way. He pulled himself up onto one of the thick low hanging branches and lost himself in the pages of a book. He stayed buried in it until he heard his mother call him for dinner. 

Dinner was mostly quiet besides the clinking of silverware against the expensive glass plates. 

Narcissa kept side eyeing Lucius eventually resorting to pretending to clear her throat, he finally got the hint and turned to look at Draco. 

“Draco, you know I will be going on a trip to Australia due to the discovery of quite a few dark artifacts. Although I planned to go alone I have decided to extend an invitation to you. I know you said you were interested in the dark artifacts I collect.” Draco turned to look towards his father who seemed to be making a see-I-can-be-nice face at Narcissa. 

“Don’t you think the idea is wonderful?” She gave a small smile toward Draco. 

“Yes I like the idea-” He paused, not ready to deliver the sentence, “-but I already had plans for that day.” Draco hated that he was answering this way but he needed both of his parents out of the manor for a while so he could go to the muggle world.

“Ha, see he doesn’t want to go, like I said.” Lucius took a bite of food as Narcissa gave a small kick to his shin under the table. His eyes squinted at her as she burned holes through him; Draco kept his eyes fixed on his plate. 

“Why don’t you two go?” Draco offered to try to get them to calm down. His mothers eyes softened as she started to ponder the idea, seemingly liking it. His father seemed more uncertain, not upset, but not in complete agreement at the idea. 

“Well, we’ll need to discuss it.” He looked toward Narcissa. 

“I don’t see what’s there to discuss. If he could have gone, why can’t I? It would be the same arrangement, no?”

“Well I mean…”

“It’s settled, I'll come with you.”

“What about Draco?”

“He can take care of himself, and he can always contact me if he needs me.” Draco nodded, his plan was working well. His father sighed but gave in. Dinner ended soon after and Draco went to his room preparing himself for his day among muggles. 

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4 Benefits Of Gratitude

The well-known Cleveland Clinic reported that an attitude of gratitude leads to overall wellness. Here are five things you can start doing today that will increase your gratitude levels, enhance your Christian testimony, and generally improve your life.

Listen to the podcast of this post by clicking on the player below, and you can also subscribe on Apple, Spotify, or Audible.  https://craigtowens.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/4-benefits-of-gratitude.mp3 Do you remember this song: “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands”? It goes on to say, “If you’re happy and you know, then your life will surely show it….” Frankly, I’m concerned…

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Crystal Springs: The Call

Mother Gaia's intervention had been the last straw for the Goddess. When the other deities had agreed to help her make this world for all their people, they agreed on one thing: minimal interference once their people had established themselves. The Goddess's people had adapted very fast; she'd been hands-off for centuries. So of course that's when the Fae War had started. She had given her people this fresh, new world; away from the darkness that had claimed all their planets, away from the death and destruction, and it had followed them here. With the darkness at risk of returning, encroaching upon them all again, and her dear Gaia a sobbing mess below the source of all the magic she had gifted to her people, The Goddess decides that enough is enough. For too long her people had lived and lived and lived. It was time they knew what that meant. It was time they knew death.

Part I: Lost (read it on ao3 | tumblr)

After months of planning, Mother Gaia brings Tara to Roseterra to trigger The Call. Magibeans scramble to say their final goodbyes before being forcibly removed from this plane of existence. Life is about to take a startling, powerful turn for four very young sprites...

Preview and musings below the cut!

"Tara, come here dear. This is the place." With a sigh, Tara picked herself up and made her way to what looked to be the centre of the valley. A pile of stones that looked remarkably plinth like for something that purported to be natural stood in front of Gaia. The space on the top of which was shaped exactly like the stone she had tucked away in the boughs of her skirt. Gaia had refused to carry it; she didn’t want to tarnish it. Tara didn’t think she would. She hadn’t argued, though, and had grown a little alcove in her skirts to hold the stone. Gently, she lifted her hand; the branches around her legs creaked. One bough slowly poked out between the branches. In it, the stone sat. “It’s glowing,” Tara realized. “Then it is finally time. Place it on the plinth please, dear.” The branch didn’t move. Deep in her chest, Tara felt a horrible warmth. Her hands seemed to drift up of their own accord to cover her mouth; her vision blurred. “Tara?” Gaia turned away from the plinth. “Oh. Dearest." She was trembling. Her cheeks were wet. She choked down a sob. Gaia reached up to cradle her daughter’s face. She wiped the tears off of her dark, sparkling cheeks, rubbing her thumb against her warm skin gently. Tenderly. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” “How do you know?” she managed to choke out, her voice heavy. “What if it doesn’t—what if I don’t—I’m not ready!” “You’ve had my mantle for centuries now, Tara. You’re ready.” “I’m not ready to lose you!” she yelled through her tears, inhaling heavily through her nose. “I know I’m ready to take over for you. Please. I’m gonna rock being Mother Gaia. I just. I don’t want to lose my mom. I don’t want to lose you,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around the frail woman who had been there from the moment the elements that made her began to stick together. The woman who had made sure everything was in tip top shape before she gifted her a life light, giving her humanoid form. Who had shown her the ropes; helped her master all of the elements, all of the parts of every season. Had slowly given her the reins, guiding her through her first few judgment calls before she became an expert at it herself, mastering balance alongside her as they tried their best to keep their home safe. “I will always be with you, dear. I won’t be very far. I’ll be here,” she said, gesturing to the rocky, dead, expanse around them. “What terrible curb appeal,” Tara choked out. Gaia looked stunned for the briefest of seconds. Then she laughed. Then she snorted, which only made her laugh harder through the tears that had started to slip out. She snorted again; now Tara found herself laughing, too. The two women stood at the end of the world and laughed their guts out.

The preview was longer, but for some odd reason, tumblr was very mad about saving the longer version? So we went with the first half after a VERY HARD decision!

You can check it out HERE on ao3 and HERE on our lovely HELLSITE (tm)

Some musings for you:

I tagged it as original work instead of The Santa Clause bc let's be real here. The only character from the franchise here is Mother Nature and even then, she is fairly far removed from movie events/how we see her in the series.

SHE IS. BUT A BABY. DURING THE CALL. (not actually a baby. metaphorically)

I posted it on hellsite as a private post because this settled my internal AI trawling distrust vs want to post on tumblr

I've opted out, obvi. But who says that corporations are actually going to listen and take that into consideration?

And sure, maybe a private post can still be read by an AI trawler. But given that only I can see it and share links for people to see it?

IT GIVES ME SOME MEASURE OF PEACE, OK!

Okay so PROPER musings now:

AGES!

While all four Season Sisters came to being around the same time, they were given different forms when they got leggies, as Summer says.

The only age I know for certain is Winter. She's about ~400ish when The Call happens. She's LITTLE. So we can assume all the seasons have existed for around the same time. That is, these personifications of them, lol.

Winter is toddler sized

Summer is pre-teen sized

Spring is child-sized

Autumn is awkward child-to-pre-teen sized

The Twin Princes are about ~700ish when The Call happens

So Blinter age difference, for those interested, is about 300 years (equating to about 3 years for ordibeings/magibeans who DON'T age at the exceptionally slow rate sprites do!)

PARENTAGE! I think it's fairly clear what magibeans helped create each season, but for what it's worth (and also reference):

Mother Gaia created Mother Nature/Tara; that's her MOMMY.

Winter's parents are the Snow Queen (Bianca) and the Winter Warlock (Winter sr.).

(He's actually based on a LOT of wintry beings I have seen, lol. Primarily the Winter Warlock from Rankin Bass's Santa Claus is Coming to Town. He also gives Merlin from Sword in the Stone vibes, generic wizard posting vibes, and sometimes ice king adventure time vibes, lol)

Summer's parent was Sol, the sprite in charge of the sun/sunshine/sunlight. THAT'S HER DAD!

Autumn's parents were Harvest, the personification of the harvest, and Hollow Eve.

Hollow's are charged with ferrying souls; they can traverse planes very easily and this is why the goddess enlists their help when she creates Rosehaven. "Hollow" is their title; they place it in front of their names always.

Hollow Eve is how Autumn named Halloween >:)

Spring doesn't have a parent or two parents. She has multiple sprites who helped to create her. She's collecting parents the way Steven Universe collects Moms, lol. Her parents include: Gaia, Tara, the sprites in charge of flowers, the sprites who did rain, and the winds.

All of these sprites, and probably more actually! Frequented the Garden and offered wisdom and advice to Spring, some of them without even knowing!

She ✨🌞 PHOTOSYNTHESIZED 🌞✨ to gather all the bits that made her spritely self, and sealed the deal when Mother Nature finds her and gives her the light life Gaia gave her at the end of part 1 :)

UPON REREADING BEFORE POSTING IT: Winter obvi freezes. We be knowing that for forever thanks to Meet the Frosts, I think.

But did you know that Summer also freezes? Well, her heart hardens, and for summer sprites that means it's stony. Or maybe ashy? and stony would be if a spring sprite's heart was hardened? I've yet to pick a term for spring sprites, lol.

I THINK that covers all my musings that AREN'T covered in Part 2. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece! It's not, per se, a DETOUR from my usual stuff? It's just. You know. Pretty much original work? It feels different--which I suppose checks out, given that it's a whole other era in CS History that is about 2 eras removed from where they are now :)

[fyeahcompetentwomen]

Scarlet (Gunpowder Milkshake) vs. Modesty Blaise

Remember: don't vote on "who would win in a fight", but on "who, when given a task that fits her skillset and talents, would do that task better: more comprehensively, faster, with more pizzazz, with less collateral, etc."

Endorsements! "What is she good at?"

Scarlet, Gunpowder Milkshake: She's a great shot, she managed to hide from the mafia for like a decade, and she's just badass!

Modesty Blaise, Modesty Blaise: She's a Eurasian war orphan who built and masterminded a criminal empire throughout Europe and Africa, retired young and wealthy, and then was blackmailed into handling certain unexpected situations by MI6. She's an expert markswoman, combatant, and criminal, with dodgy friends everywhere. She also has one of the best platonic W+M relationships in fiction with her partner Willie Gavin.

[mrsbarnesxxx]

Who/what I write for:

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker (TASM/Tom Holland)

Bucky Barnes

Pietro Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Billy Russo

Frank Castle

Tony Stark?

Sam Wilson

Thor Odinson

Vision x Wanda

Steve x Bucky

Billy Russo x Frank Castle

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark?

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Fred Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

Jily (James + Lily)

Jegulus (James + Regulus)

Wolfstar (Remus + Sirius)

Mattheo Riddle

Poly! Marauders

Theo Nott

Blaise Zabini

Lorenzo Berkshire

Slytherin Boys

Jegulily (James + LIly + Regulus)

Oliver Wood

9-1-1

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Poly! Buddie

Twilight

Jasper Hale

Jasper Hale x Alice Cullen

Edward Cullen

Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Emmett Cullen

Emmett Cullen x Rosalie Hale

Carlisle Cullen

Carlisle Cullen x Esme Cullen

Jacob Black

Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Gilmore Girls

Luke x Lorelai

Rory x Dean

Rory x Jess

Rory x Luke

Rory x Tristan??? (not sure I know enough about his character)

!!!Likely more upon request!!!

I am willing to write:

Smut (can be kinky!)

Fluff

Angst

Comedy/crack fics

Some darker topics (mental health, past abuse/violence, previous trauma, etc.)

What I am NOT willing to write:

Noncon/CNC (will do dubcon in certain situations)

Incest (including stepcest)

Beastiality

Large age gaps (i.e. 40 y/o and 17 y/o)

[birlwrites]

to prove that sometimes i DO think about things other than regulus/evan/rosewater, i was looking in my warmups doc and discovered a snippet of a fic in which regulus had a will they/won't they thing going on with blaise zabini's mother

[glossedmango]

a series of events