#bloody mary just dance

[chainlollipop]

j’veux pas mourir toute seule <3

[a-skrub]

Dance Of Sovngarde

A Skyrim Attack Animation Moveset

[as-salty-as-the-sea]

LITTLESIHA NATION LET’S RISEEEEEEE

every time i watch the map for can’t tame her, my skin gets cleared, my crops have been harvested, i’m passing all my graces etc etc

also pansexual heart is in reference to this instagram post !!

well since u opened this post, here’s some old felicia sketches for ur pleasure.

[averokagejd]

"are boss witch and felicia sister-"

wrong, they're either rivals, or witch lesbians, or rival witch lesbians, and you will not change my mind until full proof is shown otherwise.

[abstract-candy]

Gonna be honest I'm kinda disappointed with the bloody mary map :(

I love the song and the map looks really pretty but the choreography just seemed too repetitive to me to be honest.

I don't hate it or anything but I kinda wish it had more.

If you like it though then I'm happy for you and I hope you all have fun dancing to it!

[ferrarirossa]

𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓾

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ smut/NSFW, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, cursing, size kink

summary: three words: Red. Like. Passion. But red is also the color of the car driven by Charles. Red is your lingerie, as red as your dirty thoughts about the Ferrari driver…

author’s note: do not copy or give credits

The smell of alcohol, loud music, people crowded together, temperature too high: the definition of a busy night. A night in Monaco meant this to you. Boundless fun and one-night stands with whoever came along.

After your breakup with your ex-boyfriend, your sweet and delicate personality has transformed into hate and lust personified. Temptress with your gaze, you conquer every boy who looks into your eyes, driving him crazy.

This one night seems long and empty just like the others. You enter the club, approach the bar counter, and ask for a Bloody Mary. The bartender can’t take his eyes off of you because of how gorgeous you look this evening.

With your cocktail in your hands, you wander around the place feeling observed differently than on other nights. You begin to feel in awe, your skin begins to sweat for no reason. You turn around to understand the reason for all this, and you are struck by a pair of sea-colored eyes that study every curve of your body highlighted by the red silk dress you are wearing.

Brown hair. Ice eyes. Sexy body under the black shirt that struggles to contain his muscles. Who is this man? His appearance seems familiar, but you had never noticed him in the different clubs you frequent almost every night, you would have noticed his gaze and his charm.

So you decide to move in his direction casually. You walk past him and look at him with cat eyes and out of the corner of your eye, you notice him getting up from the sofa where he was sitting just a few seconds ago, following you to the bar counter. When you’re about to ask for a second drink, you hear a familiar voice say: “I’ll pay for the young lady, she’s with me, thank you”.

You turn towards him, meeting his gaze directly toward your breasts. To attract his attention you say in a confident voice: “Oh yes? So are we together? Is today our anniversary by any chance?”

The sound of his laughter sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. His aura of mystery makes you moisten between your thighs. No one had ever succeeded until now. “Who are you? Why do you seem to already have a place in my mind if I have never met you?” you think in your mind. “So what are you waiting for to drink? Are you going to stare at me all night, princess?” he says, smiling mischievously and moving his gaze toward your thighs pressed together.

Suddenly your favorite song comes on from the speakers so you take his hands, take him to the center of the dance floor, and start purposely seducing him with your sexy moves. You notice his gaze moving toward your hips and then looking at your ass every time you turn your back to him while dancing.

The atmosphere gets hotter and hotter until the sound of his sensual voice reaches your eardrums as he whispers: “How about we go away for a while, princess?”

That nickname drives you crazy, it makes you even wetter and more in need of finding out everything about the man whose name you don’t even know. Placing his hand on the lower part of your shoulder, he guides you toward the exit in a confident manner, leading you to his car.

You can’t believe your eyes: it’s a Ferrari 488 Pista, titanium-colored with a livery featuring red and white stripes reminiscent of the Monaco flag. You already saw that car before. With his hand, he motions for you to get into the car. Still shocked, you enter and observe the interior of it, just as beautiful as the owner. As you look around, you fall into the swirls of his eyes, now just millimeters away from you, which immediately bring you back to earth. Then, without asking, he starts attacking your mouth with his kisses.

You immediately turn your head slightly to allow him access to your neck. You feel his teeth on your sensitive flesh stimulating your pleasure, your nipples stiffen, and your hands tighten on the leather of the seat. His hands instead roam all over your body, exploring every area still covered by the soft fabric of your dress, which is slowly becoming more and more wrinkled due to the contact with his powerful body.

He leaves two purple marks on your neck, you still feel his warm breath near your earlobe. Without wasting time, you bring your delicate hands near the zip of his pants. You too, without asking, slowly unbutton it, until you glimpse a protuberance trapped in his Calvin Klein boxers.

Without speaking, you look him in the eyes and he responds with a nod of approval, encouraging you to continue. You quickly lower his boxers below his knees and take out his cock, already full of pulsating veins visible from afar due to how excited he is. This vision makes you feel so horny that you let out a moan of pleasure without him touching you.

You begin to move your fingers up and down his length, and then focus more on his head with circular movements. With your other hand, you stimulate his testicles so that he dies from the pleasure of having you. Watching his head go back in pleasure and his moans mixed with excitement and lust sends you into ecstasy. You bring your mouth closer to his cock, first licking it lightly and then suddenly taking it all in your mouth until it reaches your throat. This sends him into a frenzy, so much so that he can no longer feel his legs. You watch his abdomen contract and his moans become louder and louder as he holds your hair forcefully, pulling it slightly toward him to make his cock go as deep as possible into your throat.

He cums all over your mouth and hands. You look at him with eyes full of appetite and continuing to look at him you lick all the liquid from him, tasting it and swallowing it. This gesture drives him crazy enough to tear your dress and then throw it somewhere. He is shocked by the color of your lingerie. Fiery red like blood, like the stitching of the seats of his Ferrari, like the sex you are about to have. Quite violently he turns you around to unbutton your lace bra. Your lush breasts enchant him, enough to invite him to leave hickeys right next to your nipples. Your cries of pain infused with cries of pleasure are music to his ears, his favorite tune. He leaves hickeys all over your abdomen until he reaches your inner thighs. He looks at you with his icy gaze for a second, then takes your thong with his teeth and pulls it down until your crotch is exposed.

He enters you without any warning, enough to make you scream so loudly that the people outside the club look around. Luckily the windows of his Ferrari are tinted to hide the obscenities you are doing inside. His pace is fast like his car, his moans resemble the roar of an engine. Together you create perfect music, harmonious notes that blend with the noise of your flash making contact. As he moves inside you he bites your earlobe and moves to your right collarbone. You have never been so at peace. For the first time, you forget all the pain of your past, this man is magical. His cock adheres perfectly to the walls of your vagina. “Fuck you’re so tight, you're perfect for me, princess”. You can’t even answer him, you can only let out a moan of pleasure. Suddenly you feel a knot in your stomach getting stronger and stronger and then you cum hard like never before. “This man is phenomenal”, you think. After a few seconds, he also cums for the second time, still shouting how wonderful you are.

“So? Don’t you ask my name?” he says. “Is it possible that you don’t remember me, princess?”. Immediately that nickname, his voice, his toned muscles, and his icy eyes come back to your mind. It's Charles Leclerc. The famous Formula 1 driver. Your first meeting? A night of fire like this. You have tried to track him down but since so much time has passed you lost all hopes. “Charles,” you say, your pupils widening as does your smile. “I have never forgotten you, princess”. “I hope you can forgive me, it took me a long time to find you, but here we are, perfect as we were that night, made for each other”. With eyes full of tears, you lie down on the seat starting to fantasize about a future together, about a life full of red and love.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Terrified

Cw: idiots in love, remus being scared of fucking up, maybe some swear words, angst to fluff

Wc: 2.6k

You never want to see Remus again.

Your chest burns as you watch him dance in James’ back garden with a girl who looks nothing like you and all you can feel is bile climbing your throat.

Sure you hadn’t believed him when he’d first asked you out, but his persistence, his kind words and the way he would constantly flirt with you had gotten you to agree to one date.

You’d hoped he was being honest, that he had feelings for you too. Maybe not as strong as yours were, but at least enough.

Now you see you’d been a fool.

One Week Earlier:

Remus and you have been dancing around your feelings for each other for as long as you’ve been friends. You always flirt and tease each other, but nothing ever comes of it. Remus likes you- it sometimes feels a bit more than like, especially when he smells your chamomile conditioner, or when you offer him his favourite sea salt and caramel chocolates.

You feel the same. Remus always wants to buddy read with you, or hear you talk about your day and over the years, you’ve both gotten into a steady routine of either calling or messaging the other before you go to sleep.

It feels very much like the two of you are together already even though you’re not.

Your friends have become annoyed with you both for the amount of teasing banter that’s tossed back and forth that yields nothing.

“Just ask her out, Moony. Bloody fucking ‘ell, you’d swear you didn’t know the girl was tripping up about you.” Sirius moans, sipping his beer as Remus watches you talk with Lily and Mary at the other side of the long table.

You’re all at a pub to celebrate the end of the week, needing drinks after the way work has shafted you all in some way or the other.

You hair’s out tonight, a rare occurrence, and Remus swears that he can smell your shampoo from where he’s sat.

You’ve got on your work pants still, just with a different top- a softer looking top to your usual scrub tops. Even though you’re tired, and the lighting is shit in the pub, Remus’ breath is stolen by you.

“S’not like it would hurt anything.” James chimes in, Remus keeping his eyes on you as he tries to distract himself from acting on his friends’ goading. “C’mon Moony, you’d both be happy together.”

James would never root for you both if he thought there would be any major falling outs and a lack of chemistry, still Remus is hesitant.

It’s a bit different to liking you from the safe title of, ‘just friends,’ to liking you and doing something to turn the title into something else- something more.

You turn in his direction, a wide smile on your face when you find his hazel green eyes across the room.

“You’re far away tonight, Remus.” There’s no real sadness in your voice, but something about your eyes has Remus readying himself to change positions with Mary.

Sirius snickers, “He’s fighting your love, poppet. Doesn’t want to sit too near, lest he embarrass himself.” You frown, twisting a strand of hair around your finger as you examine Remus.

“You don’t actually have to come over.” you say, your mouth curving into a soft pout. Remus doesn’t hesitate in slamming the heel of his shoe into Sirius’ shin.

“Why don’t you come sit with me here, dove? Sirius can go sit with Mary.” you shake your head, turning back to Lily and Mary who glare at Sirius and shake their heads at Remus.

He sighs, sitting back into his chair. Remus’ mood doesn’t brighten till you’re all leaving. James and Sirius have gone to the till to settle up, Mary and Marlene have hitched a taxi, Lily is already in the car per James’ request with the doors locked and you’re standing at the door waiting for Sirius because he’s yours and Remus’ ride home.

“Sirius didn’t mean what he said earlier as anything more than a joke. You know that right dove?” Remus asks gently, scuffing his shoe against the pavement as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

“Mhm.” You pull your arms around you before letting them fall and then reach for the cigarette hanging from Remus’ lips. “Is this the strawberry menthol one?” You ask, looking up at Remus with eyes that seem to ensnare him like a siren ensnares its prey.

“Yeah,” it’s breathy and wispy, unlike Remus in all ways. It isn’t the first time you’ve shared a smoke- you don’t do it half as often as Remus, but every now and then, it’s a nice feeling between your teeth and fingers.

“You also don’t have to just do things to prove them wrong, which is why I gave you the out.” You turn your head to blow the smoke behind you, shoulders dropping just a little more as the smoke curls around your face.

Remus is enraptured. This close he can definitely smell the chamomile shampoo, though it also smells like sterility and sanitizer.

“I don’t need an out when it comes to you,” his hand reaches your lips, thumb dragging against your bottom lip just a second longer than it should before he plucks the cigarette from your mouth.

“You don’t have to keep the flirting up when it’s just Remus.” Your heart is pounding in your chest when Remus doesn’t look away. He tilts his head down towards you just as he takes a drag. It’s a little hypnotic to watch him inhale a little and then breathe out, blowing his smoke just over your shoulder.

Maybe it’s two pints he’d had, loosening his lips, but his words wash over you slowly. “I don’t flirt with you for their benefit, pretty girl. It’s not a farce.”

You feel your palms sweat against your thighs. “Oh really?”

He nods, a small grin spreading on his lips and making him look even hotter with the cigarette hanging from his mouth. “Yes really,” He throws the butt to the floor, stamping it out with the toe of his shoes. “I’ll prove it to you too. How abouts next Saturday, you and I go on a date.”

You shiver when his hand reaches for your elbow, drawing you a tad closer to him and out of the way of the opening door. “Just the two of us?”

Remus chuckles, “That’s how dates usually go, pretty girl.”

You hum, mulling it over in your head. You’re really only dragging it out like this so you don’t seem desperate, just in case this is a joke. “Sure, I’d love to go out with you Remus.”

You’d been excited about the date all week, not telling anyone about it lest you jinx the whole thing. When Friday rolled around you’d been practically bouncing off the walls.

Remus had texted you during the day, a little reminder of the date and the dress code for the fancy restaurant.

Your mind had been reeling with all the outfit options.

In the end, you’d chosen a pretty green dress with silver kitten heels. You’d curled your hair and told Remus you’d meet him at the restaurant.

You’d looked perfect and despite the trepidation over this all being one elaborate joke, you’d been hopeful. So, so hopeful.

Only when you got to the restaurant and texted Remus that you’d been there, he’d not responded.

Twenty minutes passed, then forty five, and you’d almost cried when the pretty waitress came in to ask if you were still waiting or if they could give the table away.

You’d at least ordered a slice of caramel cheesecake and then texted Sirius if you could come over to wallow.

That’s when you’d found out.

“Wallow? Poppet, I’m at a party.”He’s a little hard to hear, but you make him out fine and you frown.

“What party? Is everyone there?” you’re trying to be covert, but with Sirius there is anything but.

“Yeah, Moony’s here too. How come’s you’re not here, poppet?”

You won’t cry on the phone in the middle of the street.

“I’m coming over now.”

And that’s how you find Remus with his hand over your direct opposite’s bum, a flirty smile on his face and where you hear the splinter then shatter of your heart as you watch him kiss her neck.

“Hey poppet, you look like a stunner!” you blush a little, leaning into Sirius just a little. He shoves a red cup into your hand and you hardly even sniff it before knocking the entire thing back without flinching. Sirius laughs, fully impressed. “Okay, I assume you’ve had a rough night?”

“Yeah, but I just came to give this to Remus. When you find him will you give it to him?” Sirius nods, turning to find Remus but you’ve already shoved the box into his hands and making your way to the door.

You spend the entire night in your pyjamas eating the last of your caramel ice cream while you try to remind yourself that you and Remus aren’t a thing. You’re just friends, you just flirt with each other. It wasn’t that serious.

Nothing works, not even when Sirius messages you to tell you he’s never seen cheesecake make someone sad.

You feel a little numb, all through the weekend, avoiding your friends and their invites to bars and brunch.

You last a total of four days, then someone is banging on your door and you have to drag yourself out of bed with messy hair and stained Christmas pyjamas and open the door.

Sirius and James stand on the other side of the door. James is sympathetic, frowning when he spots your red rimmed eyes. Sirius opens his arms to you and the tears are back again.

“Oh poppet. He's a total idiot.” he mumbles, rubbing your back as you sniffle.

“We sent the girls on him,” James says soothingly, squeezing your shoulder.

“He won’t survive them.” you say wetly, stepping back to let the boys in.

Sirius smirks, “Moony’s a fucking twat, he shouldn’t survive them.”

You laugh and so does James. “Isn’t he your best friend?”

James nods, “Yeah, but he can still be a twat, angel girl.” You don’t feel comfortable telling them everything that had happened or everything you felt, but the boys use their tendency of imbuing you with confidence to get you to take a long hot shower, do your hair and find your sexiest outfit. Then, they drive you over to Remus’ apartment. .

Lily, Marlene and Mary are all leaving his apartment when you get there, smirks on their face when they see you.

“Make him work for it.” Mary whispers and you nod, letting Lily kiss your forehead just before sending you to Remus’ door.

“Open your door Remus.” The door opens almost immediately, Remus looks as horrible as you had been before your intervention.

Your friends don’t linger, they all pile into their cars and leave and you’re grateful that for once their nosiness hasn’t overridden their regular senses.

“Fuck,” he mutters, head hung low like he can’t stand to look at you. “Dove.”

“Can I come inside?” you ask and he nods, stepping out of the way so you could walk into his place.

Before you can say anything, Remus tugs your hand to pull you close to him. “Just for a minute.” he mumbles, his arms wrapping around you. Remus can’t stop the deep inhale, all he can smell is you and all he wants to smell is your chamomile shampoo. Maybe even some of your vanilla perfume.

You smell him too, his citrus and mint body wash. His clean cotton laundry detergent and something else that’s distinctly Remus. It feels good to hug him like this, but also you worry about the girl from the other night. You worry about your friendship and what’s going on.

When his hand cups the back of your head and his nose drags along your cheek you feel your breath hitch and your heart speed up. Your legs wobble, knees knocking slightly.

“I don’t know why you stood me up, or why you were dancing with that girl but I suspect she may not be happy to know you get this close to all the women in your life.”

You try for a joke, but it falls flat and Remus pulls away from you like you’ve burnt him.

He sighs, “I’ve been an idiot.” You nod, not wanting to lie.

“It would’ve been nicer if you just said you didn’t want to go anymore.” You’re trying hard not to let your voice crack, the last thing you want is Remus and you to make up just because you’re crying.

Remus bites his lip, the pretty scar slicing through it pulling tight as you watch his teeth sink into it.

“Dove,” you take a step back from him then. You don’t know what’s going to happen but you need a clearer head than the one you have right now.

“I did want to go.” He sounds sincere but you remember being at the restaurant for nearly an hour all alone.

“Then why didn’t you? I stayed for an hour waiting for you.”

Remus flinches. His chest burns with shame, guilt swirls his stomach. “I don’t have a good reason, other than I was scared it was just a joke. Just another thing we say and don’t do.”

You shake your head, “I texted you telling you I was there. Then I called Sirius and he said you were at a party with him and when I came you were dancing with a girl.” You take a deep breath to dispel the emotion clogging your throat. “This isn’t going to go anywhere if you’re not going to be honest Remus.”

His hand is rough against his face as he leans against his kitchen island.

“I wanted to get over you. I knew if I went on the date I’d just fall for you even more and I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship- I haven’t had the best track record when it comes to being in relationships. I’d have rather been friends than be your boyfriend and potentially lose everything.”

You shrug your shoulders, “I’d have rather you said that and cancelled the date. I’d have told you, you have nothing to be worried about and that we’d work through it together. Now, I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”

Remus nods. “I’m sorry dove. If it’s worth anything, it didn’t help. I was thinking of you the entire night and when Sirius gave me the cheesecake I almost ran over to your place. He and James stopped me and made me tell them everything. They told me I was being rash and stupid, said I was going to lose you now for sure.”

You sigh, tears pooling in your eyes finally. “I wish you just told me.”

Remus reaches for you, not being able to stomach the way your chin wobbles. “Darling,” he pulls you to his chest again, letting you cry. “I’ve been such a fucking twat.” You laugh through your tears.

“Yeah,” you say quietly, Remus chuckles. “You have been.”

“You’re really making me work for your forgiveness, precious girl. I don’t mind,” he kisses the crown of your head. “Would it be too much if I asked if you still wanted to go out on a date?”

You pull away, teary eyes looking into his. “Why?”

“I’m still head over heels but I need to prove I’m not a complete and utter knobhead.”

Remus is putting the ball in your court, knows it’s the best thing he’s ever done.

Still, his nerves are on fire. His chest constricts like you’ve already rejected him.

“Now?” He nods.

“You’re already all dolled up, don’t see a point in wasting this outfit in my dusty apartment.”

You nibble on your lip, “Maybe in a few days, Remus. I think we need to let this all settle.”

His smile dims a little but he nods, “I understand, dove. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

You leave his apartment and for the next couple of weeks you and Remus take it slow, slow to hang out, slow in speaking to each other one on one.

When you end up going out, he picks you up at home flowers in hand and a small box of your favourite chocolates.

“Let me do it right this time.”

[aimedis]

milo as a dad headcanons (+sweetheart) !!

milo and sweetheart have twin sons (am i milking the redacted boys w twins headcanon?)

Dad Milo who was, unsurprisingly, very nervous to be a dad because of his own father but was also worried about his child(ren) growing up with a Department worker

But they both handled it with so much grace

Dad Milo who almost passed out when they found out he was having twins

Parents Milo and Sweetheart whose twins are literally identical and are nearly impossible to tell apart aside from the fact that the oldest's hair is longer than the youngest's (even before they got hair, Milo and Sweetheart could tell them apart easily) 

The twins have an attitude that rivals Milo and Sweetheart's combined (so much so that Sweetheart has threatened to beat their ass) ((does not believe in hitting them though)) 

Parents Milo and Sweetheart who swear in front of their kids but respect that other parents don't want that around their kids (the swearing doesn't make their kids scared of them at all)

Parent Sweetheart who is generally a pretty gentle parent, the slightly vulgar language is only used when the twins are being excessively difficult for the sake of being difficult 

Dad Milo who is insanely protective of his kids (but not in an overbearing way, in the ‘if you hurt my kids you’re dead’ way) 

Sweetheart the workaholic who has literally left work hours earlier to get their oldest a cake pop after he called from Milo’s phone

Dad Milo whose lockscreen is a picture of the twins sitting on the kitchen counter with ice-cream all over their faces

Dad Milo who almost cries when he holds his son as he screams bloody murder while getting vaccinations

Dad Milo who pretends it doesn't hurt whenever one of the twins screams 'i hate you!' in a toddlerlike fit of rage but even after the apologies and makeups, he lies awake at night thinking about it over and over (because maybe he's just like his dad after all)

Dad Milo who still remains calm and firm in his discipline but also remembering to be kind and careful with his boys

Dad Milo who sings and dances with the twins

Parents Milo and Sweetheart who rarely argue in front of their kids

Dad Milo who is practically a seer when it comes to the boys, watching them intently and preventing them from doing stupid things that could get them (seriously) injured before it actually happens 

Parents Milo and Sweetheart who are so used to being punched by their kids

The house during the solstice after the twins get their powers is a mess (Milo makes it his mission to take care of everyone no matter how shitty he feels) 

Dad Milo who pretends the twins being clingy is a hindrance but secretly loves when they want to be around him

Parent Sweetheart who walks around the house on business calls while carrying one (or both) of the twins in each arm (Milo thinks it’s domestic as all hell)

Dad Milo and the twins play a game where he pretends to attack Sweetheart (sometimes in his wolf form) and the twins try to defend them by hitting him and standing in front of them with their arms held out (Milo finds it hilarious, Sweetheart finds it mildly annoying because they always do it when they’re trying to work)

Parents Milo and Sweetheart who are the biggest bullies to their kids (in a loving way)

Parent Sweetheart who only pretended to not be able to tell the difference between the twins one time but their youngest got so upset he started crying, so they didn’t do it again

Dad Milo who treats every messy drawing or art project as the next Mona Lisa (tells everyone their oldest is gonna be a big artist someday)

Dad Milo who is the type to hear one of the boys (or god forbid, both of them) likes a type of snack, food, or drink and buy enough to fill a store (“Dad I can’t eat all of that!”)

Parents Milo and Sweetheart who are definitely the hot parents at parent teacher interviews

Dad Milo who actually can’t say no to the boys (Marie has to talk some sense into him every so often)

Dad Milo who is beyond happy that his kids love his Ma just as much as he does

Dad Milo whose kids are shifter/stealth hybrids (idc if it’s not plausible or possible) and nearly has a heart attack every other day because he has three menaces teaming up to scare the shit out of him

Dad Milo who takes pictures of his family everyday

Parent Sweetheart who gives the boys a very serious lecture about bullying, telling them to be kind to others and if people aren’t kind to them, they should tell them right away

Dad Milo who constantly stresses the importance of letting him kids know that they can talk to him and tell him anything, even if they might get in trouble (“I’d rather be disappointed while I come pick you up from somewhere you’re not supposed to be rather than sitting at your funeral”)

Parent Sweetheart who nearly quits on the spot when they’re called to release their sons from a department cell. Twice.

Dad Milo who uses empty, pointless threats on his toddlers to get them to behave (“Hey, if you don’t stop screaming, I’m gonna have to go outside and pick a flower.”)

Dad Milo who picks up the boys by their shirts to turn them around when they’re going somewhere they’re not supposed to be

Dad Milo who can’t help but smile whenever he hears anything that reminds him of his family, of home

[a-skrub]

The Dance but Fitting tempo version (i guess)

Dance Of Sovngarde with Bloody Mary song because i wanted to

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

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It’s a childish game. “Truth or dare, Lil?” “Dare,” she replies without hesitation, leaning back into the worn leather booth. “Obviously.” Hestia’s eyes gleam. “Go snog Potter.” It’s a stupid, stupid childish bloody game. “No,” Lily says firmly. “Pick something else. We’re Heads together. And friends.” She turns to Mary for support, but her best friend only tilts her head and shrugs. “I think I want to see this, Lily.” Lily stares at her, feeling utterly betrayed. “You’re joking.” “What’s the big deal?” Mary asks. “Like you said, you’re friends now. It’s just a dare.” “No way.” “Come on, Lil,” Hestia groans, “don’t be a spoilsport!” “You dared me to kiss Benjy!” Mary adds. “I can’t,” Lily begs, “and you would have given Benjy a bloody lap dance, even if no one had dared you.” “He’s still in love with you and you know it,” Hestia says pointedly. “Potter?” Lily yelps, her voice rising. “At least you lot don’t have to sit through the prefect meetings and watch him moon over her for the entire hour,” Marlene chimes in. “He does not—” “He does. Even Lupin agrees,” Marlene counters. “And you know how those boys are. They tell each other everything.” Lily certainly hopes not. “I’m not going to just walk over there and…snog him.” “Of course you’re not. Consent is important, Lily.” Hestia leans forward, her elbows resting on the table between them. “You’re going to ask him if he feels amenable to having your tongue down his throat. And then you’re going to snog him.” “Jesus, Hestia,” Lily hisses, shutting her eyes tight.  “What? You think he’d say no?” “Of course he wouldn’t,” says Mary, betraying Lily once again. Lily chances a glance over to the table where the Marauders sit, a collection of empty and half-drunk Butterbeer glasses strewn between them. Peter seems to be regaling them with some story, his hands flying around in animation. “I really can’t.” “Give us a reason,” Hestia challenges. “And not that rubbish about you being Heads. You think Emmeline and Eddy weren’t snogging all last year?” “I just…” Lily’s voice trails off as she glances at the boys’ table again, this time allowing herself to linger on James. He wears a dark blue jumper, sleeves pushed up to his elbows in that casually maddening way. As if on cue, he throws his head back and laughs. Even though Lily is too far away to hear over the din of the Three Broomsticks, she can still pick out his laugh. She can find it in the middle of a hurricane, in the chaos of a war. She hears it in the halls, in her dreams. She wants to hear it forever. Hestia clears her throat, snapping Lily back to the present. She looks back to find three pairs of amused eyes fixed on her. “Please don’t make me,” she mutters miserably.

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Reveals Day 1

Hello, everyone! We are so excited for day 1 of reveals! We are so proud of all of the hard work that the Fest participants have put in! We will be revealing new works each weekday for the next two weeks!

As a reminder, please keep in mind that a lot of Conan's material (and the Marauders Fandom) can be angsty, so please mind all ratings and tags!

I want ya (like everyone else here tonight) - by starsbythepocketfuls

Everyone loves Mary. It’s a fact, anyone who meets her loves her, and the only people who didn’t clearly had issues. So it’s no surprise that Lily’s one of the many. Mary’s just got that gravitational pull, she's impossible to stay away from. It might be a new year, a new party but it’s just the same. Someone asks Mary out, she kindly rejects them, the world keeps spinning. So Lily’s not going to ruing their friendship over something unrequited. She’s not going to sit there and die inside every time someone dances with Mary. She’s not going to do anything. Until she gets really drunk… Mary doesn’t like her back, she can’t, can she?

the day the stars died (and our hearts misaligned) - by saturnitystar

He draws his lower lip between his teeth, still refusing to meet Regulus’ eyes. “You promised. You promised it wouldn’t go this far. You – you said you were okay, that everything was going to be fine but it’s not, it’s not fine anymore.”

“Everything is fine –”

“No, it’s not!” Sirius almost yelled, eyes widening at the way Regulus immediately pulled away to shield himself. He felt as though someone had plunged a knife into him, seeing his younger brother scared and curling in on himself with his eyes squeezed shut – scared of him.

Sirius discovering Regulus’ dark mark, and the conversation that ensues. (inspired by Conan Gray’s “Astronomy” <3)

sleeves - by ilookinpeopleswindows

“Pads!”

Sirius turned around. A football, in all its black and white glory, greeted him with a smack to the face. “Bloody hell, James!” He was going to have a bruise.

(or: severe sirius angst. proceed with caution.)

The Cut That Always Bleeds - by fictional_simp09

Alice struggles being in a secret relationship with Narcissa, especially when she finds out her parents have arranged for her to marry Lucius Malfoy

~ Based on The Cut That Always Bleeds by Conan Gray

Don't leave me hangin' alone again - by 29_AonekoLee

They never bothered to give a name to their relationship; there was a mutual agreement that it was ephemeral, just an interlude. But as they approach the inevitable end, Sirius and Remus try desperately to prolong their time together. [fanart]

Please feel free to reblog, comment, kudos, and otherwise encourage the participants! They worked so hard!

[lauralot89]

So I went to see the local dinner theater's production of that Dracula play wherein Renfield impersonates a doctor and here are some things I'd forgotten:

Jonathan Harker first shows up charging into the asylum, emptying his gun into Dracula, and immediately faints afterward. Also he has a beard, the state of which suggests he hasn't shaved since Dracula tossed the mirror months prior

Dracula has a big black horse named Lilith which has been with him for "a long time" and is extremely fast, so I'm assuming Dracula vamp'd his horse

At one point Van Helsing is reading Latin prayers from a book to make Dracula fuck off, except then Dracula asks if Van Helsing can read in the dark and uses his Making Lightbulbs Explode vampire power to explode the lightbulbs

The actor playing Dracula howled at the end of his "children of the night, what sweet music they make" line, and then howled again after he made Mina (Lucy in this version) drink his blood

Also he for some reason stabbed the bag before he threw it to his brides, I guess just out of spite at them

The play opened with Lucy (Mina in this version) and Dracula having a lovely choreographed dance number together

But enough about that, let's talk about the themed cocktails the dinner theater was offering:

Dracula's Blood: Black raspberry liqueur, raspberry vodka, cranberry juice, and it glitters!

Black Magic: Grape pucker, blue Curacao, cherry syrup, cranberry juice, splash of Starry

Bloody Mina: Bloody Mary mix, clamato juice, tequila, dill brine, Tabasco

Renfield's Elixir: Coffee liqueur, coconut rum, pina colada mix, ice cream base, grenadine

Cherries & Berries: Mixed berry & strawberry puree, rum, lime, margarita mix, served frozen

Also shooters:

The Monster: Apple pucker, spiced rum, lime juice

Van Helsing: Triple sec, grapefruit vodka, lime juice

The Brides: Coffee liqueur, butterscotch schnapps, vanilla vodka

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife as you're sitting in your little sofa chair, watching the TV with curious eyes and twiddling your toes propped up on the ottoman.

Joel just folding some clothes when suddenly you shout in a long drawn out yell:

"AAAAAAAUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Joel sits up quickly. "What what is it what's wrong??"

You clear your throat, "Nothing!" You peep, giving him too thumbs up and a chipper smile.

He gives you a curt look but then turns back to folding.

Then

"aaaaAAAAAAAAUUUGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" You screech with your hands clutching your belly and your face all screwed up in obvious pain.

"Honey! What's wrong??"

"Nothing!" You say again. Your face is so happy and smiley, as if there's not a hint of the woman just screaming bloody Mary 11 seconds ago. "Im gooooooood."

Joel doesn't even fully turn around when you open your mouth and wail,

"WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Joel stands over you with his hands on his hips as you take a deep breath when the ache passes through you again.

"Are you in pain?"

"No! No no noooooOooOooO baby I'm good! I'm soooooo good! A-okay superman!" You wink at him, drumping your hands on your thighs and swaying back and forth as if you were dancing to a tune.

Joel raises his eyebrow and watches you without blinking...and after a few moments your little reassuring smile starts to dissolve into wide eye horror, fingernails digging into the plush armrests next to you as another wave of pain freezes your body and overcomes you slowly, your mouth opening and voice carrying out your throat :

"aaaaaaaaaHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUIUIJJJJHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"Mmmmmhm. Not in pain, right?" Joel says to his stubborn, stubborn, born-on-a-stub Wife.

You suck in rapid breaths of air, eyes squeezed to hold in the tears welling up as you shake your head at your husband like the worst liar known to man.

He purses his lips trying not to let out the giggle puffing through his chest.

"My brave brave stubborn girl." He kisses your forehead.

"M' not stubbor-- oooohhAOOOHHHHHHAAAAARHHHGGHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEERRRRTYYYHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAUUUUGGGHHHHHUUHUUHUUUHHH!!!!!!!

Joel kneels beside you with his hand on yours. "Deep breaths with me, babe."

You follow his suit and breathe in then force it out, in and out in and out, Letting out little grunts with the pangs in your belly. Your fingers grip his shoulder as you grit yoyr teeth "fucker-fuckin-fucking fuck fucker-"

"Okay, whatever you say, just breathe."

"Fuckin--ahhh! Stupid-stupid ugly beard fuck ughhh- ugh fuck--your nose is so cute mmm AH--yeah hate you fucker- sweet daddy I love y--FUCK!"

He just keeps nodding, urging you to breathe in and out with him as you let your wildly confusing pains.

He just knows his daughter is going to keep both of you on your toes.

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[florsial]

The safe house where Regulus was staying was hidden within the dept of a forest away from prying eyes as his mind deteriorated more and more from the effects of the Emerald potion. Never having fully recovered, physically and mentally.

This is where James finds himself now, washing away wounds that just won't stop bleeding. It had been a couple of weeks since Regulus turned up on Euphemia and Fleamont's door, locket in hand and covered in red blood, pooling on the ground around him. No matter how many bandages, potions, and even muggle remedies. The scars just continued to bleed and bleed and bleed. Leaving Regulus lightheaded and weak more often than not.

Anyways, the feeling of water soaking through his pants and to his skin brings him from his thoughts. James raises his wrist to push up his glasses and returns to gently wiping the wounds clean. Regulus is doing the same, to the best of his ability that is with only one hand, and feeling severely nauseous, his pale hands shake as he roughly wipes his neck of blood. Too tired to be as careful as he usually is.

"Just let me do all of it," he frowns when Regulus winces from the pain, "you're being too rough with it."

"Just wanna get it over with," Regulus mumbles in reply. His eyes fall close and for a second, James almost shouts at him to wake up. Fearing that if the other closed his eyes again, they would never open. Just like when he arrived on the Potters' doorstep. But rest was probably what Regulus truly needed instead of hours spent in a bath of boiling hot water, not cold, and bleeding out.

"Soon," is all James can say, "it'll be over soon."

"Okay."

There is something so...casual about the way Regulus says it. Without a second thought. Like he placed his entire life in the rough hands of one James Potter and trusted him enough to not throw it out the window. They've tiptoed the line of strangers and lovers. Danced on the tightrope above the deep pit of their desires. Never venturing further past one or the other. There are lingering glances and stolen kisses but also scathing words and hard glares of hostility. It surprises James how in one moment he can look at Regulus with so much love and the next with so much hate. But hate is just another version of love, something like that he's heard Mary once say.

With that in mind, he allows himself the indulgence in the form of a kiss to Regulus' bloody knuckles. Mumbling, "It'll be over soon", into the red, slicked skin. Painting his own lips red. He hears the water as Regulus slowly moves closer, their faces inches apart. A hand carefully rests on James' face.

"I love you," Regulus whispers, like a prayer. His voice is quiet, and the words sound so right like he was born to say it. Born to say it to James specifically. There isn't the usual tremble in Regulus' tone.

"I love you too," he replies in quiet volume. It reminds him of children hidden underneath blankets with a single Lumos for light. Whispering to each other a secret not meant for outside ears. Shared only the moment of privacy and weakness.

James will never hear it again. Not for a long, long time. Not for the remainder of the war, not for the aftermath as everyone picks up the pieces left behind, not as Sirius and Regulus scream, cry, and talk, and not as he leaves for China when it's all over for years.

Leaving behind a patient man waiting for Regulus to say those words again.

[sixeyescurseuser]

hybrids

Thinking about a Hybrid AU where Gojo and Geto are roommates.

While it can be very intimate to show someone else your hybrid features or even your full animal form, Geto is super open about his other half. Being a black panther hybrid, Geto grew up cuddling his parents and his younger twin sisters, and was generally very touchy with his friends. 

Gojo? Not so much. In fact, Gojo chooses not to bring up his hybrid side at all. On one hand, it’s meant to keep his privacy as a lot of people naturally flock to Gojo because of his handsome looks, and his status as the Gojo heir. 

On the other hand, Gojo didn’t grow up with a family that embraced their animal side like Geto’s did. So Gojo goes about his life suppressing his animal half. 

However, that doesn’t mean his animal behaviors don’t show up in other ways. It comes out when Gojo dances - ballet and contemporary - where his expression, elegance, and fluidity are not only a result of training, but also come from within. 

Geto is very nurturing in that he brings Gojo out of his busy bee shell. Makes their apartment extra cozy to lure Gojo into relaxing between his busy practice, performance, and class schedules.

Gojo also really likes that Geto doesn't pry about his hybrid side, or ask about his family when Gojo doesn't bring them up. It’s not a boundary Gojo had to set, but one Geto understands enough to respect.

The pair go grocery shopping together to decide what meals to cook. It helped develop their friendship because as a dancer, Gojo’s relationship with food has always been tough. Geto makes sure Gojo eats, not policing Gojo's sweets intake as long as he eats other nutritious things. 

Gojo needs his strength, after all. 

Because Gojo is always so busy, he’s prone to being moody and will not come out of his room for any reason. He will survive off of sweets and junk food if Geto does not deliver actual meals to his door. 

Geto is still in the period where he’s trying to figure out what Gojo is: “Is he a fucking honey badger or something? Geez…”

There’s a short period every month (or every other month, depending on the hybrid) where hybrids succumb to their animalistic instincts, which also manifest in physical features. 

Cue Geto walking around with his black panther ears and tail for a few days! Gojo loves touching the soft ears. 

Geto’s tail also has a mind of its own and loves curling around Gojo’s thigh or his waist. Geto concludes that Gojo’s waist is so tiny just so his tail could wrap nicely around it. 

It does scare the shit out of Gojo the first time it happens though, when they’re cuddling while watching a movie and Gojo shrieks bloody-mary, “SOMETHING JUST TOUCHED ME!?”

Geto’s ears flatten and he scoots away so they’re not touching, moving his tail to the other side. Gojo, for some reason, feels as if he committed a grave crime.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it. I was just confused. Please, come back~” Gojo pleads. Geto slowly wraps his tail around Gojo’s waist again, content.

Gojo, luckily, doesn’t manifest any physical features and hides his animal behaviors well. 

As they grow closer, Geto lets Gojo set the pace when it comes to physical intimacy. The first time Gojo cuddles up next to Geto while they watch a movie - Geto is screaming inside. He is so scared he’ll start purring and ruin the moment, and almost feels a purr slip out anyway-!

(Geto: "IT’S HAPPENING! EVERYONE CALM DOWN!!")

Their schedules even sync up enough that Geto sometimes picks Gojo up from his night rehearsal. Of course, Gojo's dance friends notice this handsome fella coming to pick up their dance prodigy, and ogle loudly. 

Gojo, who was gearing up for one more run through of his routine, locks eyes with his roommate before losing himself in the music. Somehow, a part of Gojo is excited to dance with Geto’s eyes on him. 

Though it’s difficult to admit, dancing is the closest Gojo feels to his animal side. And it’s not a terrible or shameful thing, despite what Gojo was taught.

And ever since meeting Suguru, Gojo has danced more passionately, with more joy, than ever before. 

One day, Gojo, wakes up to the end of the world. More specifically, the end of HIS world. 

While asleep, Gojo has shifted into his full animal form for the very first time. 

It must have been because he has gotten so comfortable with Geto, the panther hybrid so forthcoming with his animal instincts, cuddling and scenting Gojo every night…Gojo’s animal side must have felt compelled to come out and be free as well. 

Gojo squawks and flies over to his full-length mirror. 

Beady eyes and a tangerine beak, perched on a long, thin neck, stare back at him.

Panic is a drastic understatement of what Gojo feels right now. He’s in this unfamiliar form that he didn’t even ask to be in, with no form of guidance or comfort because Geto left for his morning class already. 

Gojo honks sadly, flapping his wings awkwardly.

What if he’s stuck this way forever!? Gojo decides to hide in his room for the foreseeable future. Until he shifts back to his human form. 

When Geto returns after his two classes for the day, it’s about dinnertime. He can’t seem to find his roommate anywhere, and receives no response when Geto calls his name.

What Geto does hear is a quiet shuffling in the pantry. Geto goes to investigate and is met with the sight of Gojo Satoru in his animal form, pitifully digging his face into a bag of bread. 

"Oh, oh Satoru..." Geto coos. The swan pauses its nibbling to face Geto with crumbs falling from its break, and lets out an unhappy honk. 

Geto puts his hands up and says, "Okay, stay put, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

Gojo stares at him for a few more seconds before plopping down onto the floor and hanging his head down low. Geto almost stays to comfort him but knows he must be more prepared than he is now. So he jogs to his room, pulls his phone out, and conducts quick but thorough research on anything he can find about swan hybrids. 

A swan, heavens, Geto had considered so many other possibilities. But never a swan!

Swans are pretty rare, he comes to learn.

Approximately eight minutes later, Geto returns. This time, in his full panther form.  

Gojo had moved to his own room, laying on the bed in an unhappy lump.

Geto read online that it's best not to overwhelm or stress those who have shifted for the first time. Plus, swans can be pretty aggressive over their nests and personal space.

Panther Geto now sits his rump down right outside the open doorway, chirping to let Gojo know he wasn't alone, and that he could come out to Geto if he so chose.

Gojo stares at his roommate, who looks so big and warm, and clearly wants to provide support in any way he can. With a huff, Gojo sits up, ruffles his feathers, and leaps down from the bed. 

He waddles over to panther Geto.

Geto's pupils dilate as the swan approaches because, "Satoru IS SO CUTE!"

Gojo walks right past panther Geto and heads to the living room. His webbed, flat feet make a “plat plat plat” sound on the ground, and his bum wiggles side to side with each step. 

Geto lets out a curious mrrrrp? noise before following his now tiny roommate.  

The two find themselves cuddling on the couch. Panther Geto purrs so loudly, it vibrates Gojo's entire body - which is tucked into Geto's side. 

They nap for the afternoon, and the next time they wake up, Gojo has turned back to human form! Thank god. 

“Let’s hope that never happens again,” Gojo says quietly to himself. He looks at the snoozing panther cozied up to his side and feels inexplicable warmth inside. Gojo pets Geto’s soft fur, then drops a kiss to his nose. “Thank you, Suguru.”

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