#chocolate frog hunting

[rosetyler42]

Kinda inspired by @ebony-lantana-isms , Lucy would give Quidditch a go. She'd be a TERRIFYINGLY good seeker with her levitation, balance/gravity defiance, hunting instincts, and amazing senses.

I also created a hunting game for the Drac fam where you release a large number of chocolate frogs into the room and everyone sees how many they can catch and eat. The one who gets the most wins. However, this one is more inclusive as it can be played by both humans AND monsters - though it uses magical items, and I don't know if I'd call it a sport.

Which OC plays a sport that only magical people can play?

[alfareria]

Mushrooms and double rainbows trying to capture the little details of January

[boysborntodie]

Details from The Outsiders you may have forgotten or missed

-Cherry doesn't appear after the hearing (her not waving Ponyboy is just a movie thing)

-Ponyboy fucking hates people with green eyes so bad and gets pissed when someone points out he also has green eyes

-Steve always combs his hair into complicated swirls

-The Greasers always play football together

-Soda is one of the only Greasers who never gets drunk

-He also doesn't smoke unless something is bothering him or he wants to look tuff

-Darry, on the other hand, never smokes because it would affect his perfect body which he is very proud of

-Darry is also proud of being smart and sensible

-Ponyboy is the heaviest smoker out of the Curtis family

-Johnny started smoking at 9 and Steve at 11

-Johnny would've run away from Tulsa if it weren't for the gang

-Soda gives killer massages

-Ponyboy's razor wasn't working while he had to dissect a frog so he just took out his knife

-Darry goes skiing with some of his old friends sometimes

-Cherry and Marcia barrel race often and are pretty good at it

-Soda used to ride in rodeos but after breaking a ligament, his dad made him quit

-Sometimes Soda and Steve let Ponyboy help them fix the cars at the DX

-Johnny is the most law-abiding of the gang, and didn't even carry a knife until the Socs jumped him

-Cherry has an older brother

-Ponyboy used to have a yeller cur dog

-Johnny's scar his from his temple to his cheekbone (it's huge and also hard to look at)

-Two-Bit is great at doing impressions

-Two-Bit often raises one eyebrow, and the gang associate the gesture with him

-Dally and the Curtis mother got along well before she died

-Ponyboy is a scarily good liar

-Ponyboy notes that while he sees Johnny as a scared puppy, he actually looks rather hardened and cold to a stranger

-Johnny's skin is lighter under his bangs

-When at the church, Johnny puts his jean jacket over Ponyboy while he went out to get groceries

-Steve, Dally and Two-Bit wouldn't have thought of buying soap at a grocery store

-Ponyboy calls himself a Pepsi addict

-Dally hardly ever cuts his hair

-Johnny loves drag races

-The Curtis Dad took the brothers out hunting often in the country

-Ponyboy has the best aim but hates shooting

-Dally heard of the old church from a cousin

-Ponyboy is the youngest person on the track team but still one of the fastest

-Darry was the closest to their dad

-Steve once called Darry 'all brawn ans no brains' which made Darry made because it reminded him of the fact he didn't go to college

-Darry will suddenly pick up a random Greasers and swings them around

-The Curtis Dad used to call Soda 'Pepsi-Cola'

-The Shepard gang and the Curtis gang have fought seriously on at least on occasion (but it's nothing compared to the rumble)

-The Curtis brothers stayed at the hospital all night for Johnny and Dally until a doctor forced them to leave

-Johnny has a clean police record

-Ponyboy chews his fingernails when nervous

-Johnny often sleeps at Two-Bit's house

-The Curtis brothers all have huge appetites

-Darry always checks Ponyboy's Math homework for mistakes

-Johnny looks like his mother; having the same black hair, dark eyes and tiny built/height

-Soda did actually try really hard to stay in school but he kept failing

-Darry and Ponyboy both enjoyed school and athletics while Soda isn't into either

-The only thing Dally did honestly was jockeying

-Johnny really good at poker (or Ponyboy is really bad)

-The only time Johnny has been confident and not scared in his life, was when rescuing the kids in the church

-Johnny actually gets hurt because he pushed Ponyboy out first of the church

-Sodapop loves attention and was good with the reporters

-Sodapop has a crazy sweet tooth

-The Curtis brothers all love chocolate

-Darry never locks the front door in case one of the gang need a place to stay

-Ponyboy once found Tim Shepard sitting on their couch reading the newspaper

-Ponyboy thinks that Two-Bit wouldn't have gone inside the church if he was there

-Two Bit wished that the one hurt was anybody but Johnny and that the gang would have still been able to get along had it been anyone else

-Darry once took an aerobatics course and taught all the Greasers everything he knew

-Soda and Two-Bit were doing aerobatics and then got arrested for disturbing the peace

-The Curtis gang are noted to be better at fighting than the Shepard gang

-Tim Shepard looked like a model from the magazines Ponyboy reads

-Ponyboy notes that sweat ran down Dally's face when Johnny died, but it was probably tears

-Cherry drives a Sting Ray

-Curly once slipped off a telephone poll and broke his arm

-Johny's a good listener and all the members of the gang often go to tell him about their day or their problems

-Johnny says in his letter that the lives of kids were worth more than his

[moonlightazriel]

Epilogue /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Everything is as it should be, no more villains to defeat, no more threats lingering around, just peace. Nothing can happen to disturb their peace, or did she spoke too soon?

Word Count: 602

Warnings: None for this part, except a slightly spoiler from the end of Crescent City 2.

Notes: All I can say is that you guys can expect one or two bonus chapters hehehehe

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Meraxes huffed, petals flying around with the motion, releasing their perfume over their heads. Y/N giggled, the wyvern jumped around, the movement making the ground shake whenever he landed. He chased the flours with his huge tongue poking out of his mouth and his tail wagging around.

Azriel smiled at that, indeed a giant puppy. His eyes drifted to her, how the sun hit the side of her face, making her glow like a goddess. Azriel wondered if she wasn’t in the wrong court, Day would really suit her better.

Despite the shadows in her eyes and the way she sometimes stops laughing, getting lost in those hunting memories, she was made of pure light, brightening his days and pulling him out of the darkness.

He grabbed her hand, grazing his lips over it, like he did once in a dream. Those beautiful eyes locked with him, pinning in his place, and in that moment he knew he wouldn’t want to be anywhere if she wasn’t with him.

She was his life, and he would handle her with care, love and admiration. He loved her desperately and he just hoped that one day he would be able to show her all of his love.

“What are you looking at?” Her voice was as soft as the breeze pulling the strands away from the low bun she chose to wear today.

“You. There is not a prettier sight than this.” She lifted the plate filled with cake and moved it around, motioning for the field where they sat.

“To me it looks like there’s far more prettier views to look at than me.” She took a bite of the chocolate cake, icing smearing across the corner of her mouth.

“Not to me. There’s not a single thing in the whole creation that could beat your beauty.” He leaned forward, his thumb cleaning the icing from her lips and pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

She loved him, and now she wasn’t afraid anymore. He wasn’t like anyone she had met, and she wouldn’t be afraid to show him her heart, he had accepted her fully, the bad and the ugly parts she was ashamed about.

“Who would’ve guessed you’re that good with words?” She joked as they parted the kiss, their eyes still glued to each other like nothing else mattered in the world.

“I’m way better with my hands.” He smirked, his gaze darkening with lust. She discarded her cake as he pulled her closer, straddling his lap.

They started to kiss, heat pooling in between her thighs as she grinded her hips down against his. His cock started to throb in his too tight pants. Meraxes growled in annoyance, walking away from the scene and making her giggle in between the kiss.

She felt that familiar wave of power wash over the Earth, making her heart beat faster with each passing second. She was out of his lap, Godslayer in hands when she appeared. Dressed in weird clothes and covered in blood.

Azriel was behind her in a second, a blindfold in his hands, Y/N groaned, knowing that the blindfold was meant to be used on her later. The female spoke in a language neither of them could comprehend.

“We have to take her to Rhys.” He spoke, looking apologetically towards his mate, after all this was their day off.

“Is it a normal thing for females to just pop out of thin air?” She groaned, getting up and started to pack their things.

“Not before you did, my love.” She laughed.

“Let’s get over with this then.”

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[neuroprincess]

Baby's First Tantrum - Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Summary: A garden carrot and some earth lead the moms to deal with LuLu's first tantrum.

Classification: Domestic fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: +1300

Unrevised

Formula and breast milk were quickly replaced by a variety of different foods, from fruit and vegetables to meat, occasionally light desserts and often pasta. This is Luca's diet and, to his moms' pride, he eats almost everything without hesitation. But that doesn't mean that the couple give everything or let him eat whatever he wants whenever he wants, they don't give sugar, candies, chocolate or anything with condensed milk, the first sweet he tried was a birthday cake in the first year of life and didn't seem interested. The boy has a great interest in vegetables in particular, taking the beans out of the pods, hunting for pieces of zucchini in the rice, eating pumpkins as if they were watermelon, having fun destroying the "little trees" aka broccoli with teeth, which may have helped his teething more than the dozens of silicone toys bought. He also likes fruit, bananas not so much, apples only in juice, but he loves citrus fruits, can devour an orange easily on his own and loves to crush tangerine slices in chubby little hands before eating it. Any pasta on the colorful plate will disappear in less than half an hour, without even needing help. Sometimes Aunt Kristen fills him up with pumpkin tortelli while no one is looking, his favorite and her most favorite crime. In short, since babyhood he has developed a good relationship with food, with different tastes, colors, scents and textures. It's no different with what's planted and harvested. Mel's mother keeps a vegetable garden at the back of the house, full of healthy tomato plants, bright strawberries, long-stemmed carrots, radishes, green beans and a dozen spices that make the Schemmenti's recipes extra special. It's a sunny Sunday after a rainy week, perfect for checking, fixing and taking care of anything the garden needs, and of course the little boy, who has just learned to run and jump, wanted to join in, exploring the environment and the places he couldn't reach before growing a few inches in the last quarter. There are a few toys that the other grandchildren play with too, flowers in different colors, ceramic decorations from gnomes to colorful frogs, but his main interest is to be around his moms. 

"LuLu, which color is that?" the teacher asks pointing to the blue watering can in hand, seeing it as a great opportunity to teach him colors and new things.  

"Bwue!" he shouts excitedly and shrilly, the way a toddler can "Sky is bwue!"  

"Yes, sweetheart. The sky is blue." Y/N agrees, caressing her son's coppery hair, then puts the bucket hat on to protect him from the strong sun "And the trees?" 

"Yewow!"  

"No, it's green, like grass." she takes some grass from under their feet and shows it to him before putting it in his little hand so he can feel it better "Grass is nice, isn't it?!"  

"Green..." he repeats.  

Luca agrees, opening a big smile, one very similar to the other mom's, showing teeth. Green eyes sparkle as he plays with the small amount of grass, until a gust of wind snatches it away from him and scatters everything across the garden where it belongs. He looks at the scene with sadness and tears in the eyes, a cute little peck if it didn't mean imminent crying. Not only had he inherited his mom's tough and temperamental side, but also her sensitive side, the one she usually showed with family and friends. They had to be alike in every way, she thinks to herself as she lovingly caresses her five-month-old belly, wondering if their little girl will be like that too. Her wife quickly comes to the rescue, attracting attention by acting surprised as she pulls a carrot out of the ground, it's like magic for LuLu, who quickly forgets about the grass and concentrates on the vegetable, enchanted by it... and the brown thing around. 

"And which color is that, bambino?" she asks as he approaches with slow and clumsy steps, there's no answer. Before she can say anything else, the carrot is practically snatched out of her hands, and he immediately tries to put the dirt-filled piece in his mouth, but is stopped by his mom "No, sweet..."

"Mama Mel, mine." the baby protests unsatisfactorily, clenching hands in frustration and frowning in an angry expression "Eat."  

"You'll eat, but first we have to wash the carrots, sweetheart." Melissa gets up, putting the dirty gloves in the pocket of her gardening apron, going to the garden tap to do it.  

"Mama!" he turns to the younger, pointing to the carrot that's moving away from him so that she can do something about it "Mine carrot!"  

"LuLu..."  

"No! No! No! Mine!" he now shouts scandalously while he watches the vegetable being washed "Noooo!" and continues as the teacher approaches, kneeling down to offer the food.  

His agitation only increases with the gesture, Luca continues to shout more and more, like never before. Both try to calm him down patiently explaining why washing is necessary and that he can now eat. This is completely ignored during the child's tantrum. All the boy wants is the carrot as it was before and to eat the dirt together, no matter how much the moms insist that it might be bad for him, it doesn't matter, it's what he wants at the moment and the only thing that matters, his needs. It's not as if they haven't faced some of their son's scenes before, but never like this, on this scale when the boy starts throwing himself on the ground too. Hands and feet hitting the soft grass hard, hot tears running copiously and shrill screams make up the first official tantrum, with the bonus that he's getting very dirty in the process. 

"LuLu, my love, please stand up." Y/N tries to lift him off the ground, without success, considering how chubby and strong he can be, her growing belly not helping at all with the task. 

"Bambino, be a good boy! You don't have to cry like that..." Mel is a little harsher in tone, just like the one she uses when her students are making her lose hair or giving headaches "Look, the carrot is here, mama just took the dirt off, you can eat it now, sweetheart." she tries to point out, only making the situation worse.  

"I want!" he shouts, standing in front of them "Mine!" and takes it from her hands, staring sadly.  

 "Earth is bad for your stomach, love." the younger explains once there is a space for it, and the crying stops momentarily.  

"Carrots eat." even at less than two years old, he already seems to know how to argue "Me too."  

"But earth tastes really bad, you know what it reminds me of? Chocolate, it tastes like chocolate." she tries to argue back, using his aversion to food and how the two things are almost the same color.  

"And that's where the worms live, do you want to leave them without a home? We can't eat someone else's home, LuLu." the redhead helps, patting his back with one hand and wiping away the tears staining his flushed cheeks with the other "Right?"  

"Right!" the boy agrees after thinking for a second and he smiles at them both, and they sigh in relief, then smile at each other. 

He finally gives in and takes a big bite out of the vegetable, not managing to tear off as much as he wanted, but leaving a mark with his teeth and taking just enough to taste it. His eyes close in delight and the toddler flashes a huge smile. Without even remembering that a minute ago he was trying to eat earth, in less than five minutes he totally forgets what he wanted and what has just happened, Luca runs excitedly around the garden exploring every part that his sneaky little legs can take him and hands can reach, all the while eating pieces of his carrot proudly grown by Grandma. A little adventure in the garden on a late Sunday afternoon, the best family time  

"Ready for round two?" Y/N asks as she sits on the garden stool, putting her hand on belly.  

"Ready for her?"   

"Nah, she won't give us any work. I'm talking about making LuLu take a bath, our son is so dirty." 

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[kingstarkingslay]

A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER

Sirius awoke to sunlight streaming through the curtains, illuminating the room in warm hues. He stretched lazily, a smile creeping onto his face as he turned to see Remus nestled in his arms, a peaceful expression on his face, the locket Sirius had gifted him for their one year anniversary when they were dating glinting in the sunlight peaking through the curtains. He smiled. Remus hadn’t taken it off ever since Sirius helped him put it on. Today was Sirius’ birthday, and he couldn’t wait to see what Remus had planned.

“Morning, baby,” Sirius said into his ears, his voice still heavy with sleep.

Remus stirred, a sleepy smile blooming. “Happy birthday, love.” He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Sirius’s lips. “I hope you’re ready for a day full of surprises,” he said as Sirius chased after his lips for more kisses.

“Surprises, you say?” Sirius raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “What kind of surprises?” What kind of surprises indeed.

“Oh, just a few little things,” Remus replied yawning , his eyes twinkling mischievously. “But first, breakfast.” He twisted himself out of Sirius’ arms as Sirius tried to hold onto him more tightly,hopped out of bed and began bustling about the small kitchen, rummaging through cabinets and clattering pots.

Sirius got up and watched, his heart swelling with affection. Remus had a way of turning the simplest moments into something magical. “You know, I could get used to being spoiled like this,” he teased, leaning against the doorframe, stretching an arm above his head, causing his shirt to rise.

Remus turned, a smirk on his face. “Just wait until you see what I have planned. But you’ll have to do a little scavenger hunt first.”

“Scavenger hunt? You’re really pulling out all the stops this year, aren’t you? ” Sirius chuckled, already intrigued. Remus turned and handed him a small envelope, gave him a small peck on the lips, then went back to bustling around the kitchen.

“Read it.”

Sirius opened the note, his eyes scanning the first clue: “Where we first met, beneath the moonlight’s glow, find your next surprise where the wildflowers grow.”

“Ah, the lake!” Sirius exclaimed, setting off with a grin.

“ Wait what about breakfast?!” , Remus called after him, laughing.

“ No time ! “, yelled back Sirius.

At the lake, the breeze tousled his hair as he searched. Under a blossoming tree, he found a picnic basket filled with all his favorites: pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and a bottle of Butterbeer. He laughed, settling down to enjoy it.

“Not too shabby, huh?” Remus said, appearing behind Sirius, wrapping his arms around his neck with a knowing smile. “But there’s more. On to the next clue!”

Sirius followed Remus through the woods, stopping occasionally to admire the scenery( the scenery being Remus ) and bumping shoulders with him to steal a kiss. Their laughter echoed as they navigated through the clues, each leading them to a new little treasure: a handwritten letter from Remus, a small photo album filled with memories, and finally, the last clue.

“Where our hearts belong, beneath the stars so bright,” Remus read aloud, his gaze fixed on Sirius.

“Back to the house, then?” Sirius asked, kissing his forehead , a gleam in his eyes.

“Exactly,” Remus said giggling, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Once back, Remus led Sirius hand in hand to their cozy living room, adorned with fairy lights and photos of them together. In the center sat a beautifully decorated cake, and the air was filled with the scent of vanilla.

“Make a wish!” Remus urged throwing his hands around Sirius’ neck, his own eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Sirius closed his eyes, wishing for nothing more than this moment to last forever. He wished for his surprise for Remus to work. He blew out the candles, and Remus clapped enthusiastically.

“Now, for the final surprise!” Remus announced after cutting the cake , pulling out a small, wrapped gift.

Sirius tore into it, revealing a beautiful leather-bound journal. “Oh, Remus, this is perfect!”

“I thought you could fill it with all our adventures,” Remus said quietly, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Sirius beamed. “I love it. Thank you, Moony.” He wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling him close and kissing him for a long time.

The day faded into evening, and after a cozy dinner filled with laughter, Sirius felt a flutter of nerves. He had his own surprise planned, but he wanted it to be perfect. He fished the small box from his pocket and hid it in his palms,heart racing. It was time to put on a show.

“Remus?” Sirius started, his voice a little shaky. This had to go right. “I have something to show you.”

“What is it?” Remus asked, his curiosity piqued.

Sirius got down on one knee, the box open in his hand. “I—”

As Sirius reached for the ring, he put his plan into motion. He had been waiting two years for this moment.

“Wait, where’s the ring?” Sirius fumbled, trying his best not to laugh , looking around as if it might magically appear. “I swear I just had it!”

Remus’s expression shifted from shock to confusion. “Sirius, what are you doing?”

“I think I’ve lost it,” he said dramatically, scratching his head. “How could I misplace something so important? What kind of a fiancée misplaces the engagement ring?”

“Sirius!” Remus exclaimed, half-laughing, half-worried and yet so close to tears cause he can’t believe it’s finally happening.“Are you serious?”

With a playful sigh and a big smile, Sirius stood up. “Okay. Fiiiineeeee. I’ll come clean. I’ve had this ring for two years.”

“What do you mean?” Remus looked bewildered.

Sirius stepped closer, and knelt in front of him, carefully taking the locket from around Remus’s neck, the one he had given him on their first anniversary. “You’ve never taken this off, have you? ,” he said softly, looking into Remus’ eyes. “I knew you’d always keep it close.”

He opened up the locket, revealing the glimmering engagement ring nestled inside.

“Soooooo……technically, we’ve been engaged for two years now.”

Remus’s eyes widened in shock, tears welling up. “You—what? SIRIUS! It’s been there for two years?!? Oh my god, what? I love you so much. How on earth were you able to keep this from me for TWO years?!” He wrapped his arms around Sirius, sobbing into his shoulder.

Sirius couldn’t help but grin through his own tears. He kissed Remus on his neck and hugged him back tightly. “But you can’t say no, because it’s my birthday!”

“Are you joking?” Remus’s voice was thick with emotion, disbelief coloring his words.

“No, Moony, I’m dead serious. I love you, and I want to spend my life with you. Will you officially marry me?”

Remus blinked, tears streaming down his cheeks as he moved to look at Sirius, his palms holding Sirius’ face delicately. “Yes! Of course, yes!” He threw his arms around Sirius again, laughter and sobs mingling together.

As they held each other tightly, the world around them faded, leaving just the two of them, their hearts intertwined under the stars.

“Happy birthday, Sirius,” Remus whispered, and Sirius felt like the luckiest man alive.

“Best birthday ever,” Sirius replied, their foreheads touching, smiles lighting up their faces.

[lifmera]

OH MY GOD I TYPED UP A WHOLE THING AND ACCIDENTALLY LOST IT OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOD I HATE IT HERE- anyways *ahem* attempt no. 2 of me asking you for a Hazbin Hotel match because I have never done this kinda thing before and I'm curious :)

GENDER AND SEXUALITY: I'm non-binary, they/he/she pronouns. I generally don't have a preference between the three tbh but I do appreciate ppl mixing it up! I'm sex-repulsed asexual and gray-biromantic. Again no real preference lmfao

APPEARANCE: White, dark blonde hair, green eyes, just below 5'3, pretty basic looking all things considered. I've got a pretty angular face I think. I'm afab and don't shave cuz it's too much work. I wear pretty much exclusively graphic tees(band shirts, dumb jokes, fandom stuff... that kinda thing) or button ups with funky patterns paired w/ the comfiest pants I can find, but occasionally I'll pull myself together enough to make a dencent(?) outfit, typically reminiscent of shit scene kids in the early 2000s would wear. I also like dying my hair but usually don't bcuz I procrastinate on it for too long.

PERSONALITY: If I had to describe it in one word? Unhinged. I am unhinged. 7/10 people will agree I am a very frightening person to be around. I say out of pocket shit(ranging from vile sex jokes to just straight up threats of violence) pretty regularly. I also like to sneak up on ppl and make very loud noises just to see their reactions... *ahem* anyways, despite all that, most of my friends would also describe me as caring and loyal! I have low empathy, so the only way I ever understand any of my friends emotions is by using my own experiences to compare and contrast until I have a decent idea of what's going on in their head, but I AM very good at psychoanalyzing people and providing objective, unbiased thoughts & advice on their situations. I would also literally go to war for my friends. Like, if you hurt one of them say your goddamn PRAYERS because I am coming to your location with a knife and murderous intent. I'm kinda awkward & shy at first, but at my core I AM an extrovert. I just don't know how to talk to ppl bcuz I am ✨neurodivergent✨(autism & ADHD) and have a hard time approaching ppl bcuz I don't know if they'll like me or not. Typically I make friends by making very loud jokes and waiting for somebody to approach me because they like my sense of humor. Which speaking of, I am very funny! Most people I interact with regularly would agree I am a very funny person!!! I'm also really good at media analysis and making arguments. I don't do well in debates because I choke under the pressure(gotta work on that tbh), but I'm good at writing argumentative essays. Plus, I'm pretty good at just bold face lying to people so overall I can be pretty damn convincing. I like adrenaline rushes and try to actively seek out new experiences as long as I'm confident they won't cause me any significant damage(socially or physically) in the long run. Which is unfortunately not many because I am INCREDIBLY paranoid. Like to the point of accidentally staying up til 3am cuz I'm convinced someone's gonna break into my house and kill me... I also have depression, severe dissociation issues, and existential dread which is. Fun. That's fun. I also have a tendancy to go down random rabbit holes and obsess over inconsequential details in shows I like to the point of making whole ass conspiracy theories :)

LIKES: Cartoons, drawing, writing, acting, singing, reading fanfic, watching YouTube, long drives, listening to music, jumpscaring ppl, being funny, ziplining, problem solving, video essays, ghost hunting shows, supernatural stuff in general, psychology, media analysis, frogs, sharks, ferrets, cats, violence, chocolate, Drawfee(YT channel), glitter, and just. So many fandoms. Just so many.

DISLIKES: Slimey shit, being touched(most of the time, there are occasional exceptions), being touch starved DESPITE not liking being touched, ppl insulting my interests(only I get to do that), media illiteracy, projects I'm not invested in, ppl putting preasure on me, mosquitoes, existential dread, dissociating, being tired all the time, being wrong, taking risks, feeling vulnerable, and stories with a lot of potential that just. Don't do anything with said potential.

PREFERENCES?: Uh. Someone significantly taller than me(shouldn't be hard Hazbin characters are fucking huge) that'll listen to my insane rants and is able to match my energy.

Akdncksmfnsmdsn I rlly hope I did this right again it's my first time doing anything like this-

HEYYYYYY!!! FINALLY GOT TO YOU 😜

Honestly I was debating on like a few different characters BUT!

I’ve decided to pair you with… LUTE!

Honestly I think she’d also be sex repulsed. She’s definitely more of a romantic lover! Though she doesn’t show it.

I think she talked to you at first because your style choices reminded her of Adam- and obviously, she misses him like crazy

If you did dye your hair often with her, she’d probably want to help you! I think she’d apply the color so it doesn’t get messy :)

She LOVES your personality. She thinks you are similar to her in many ways!

She also would need to experience it herself. She’s pretty stoic and doesn’t show her emotions. She’d probably think it’d make herself look weak.

I think you both would definitely fight back to back 24/7! You both would fight to the DEATH for each other.

She loves how caring you are for other people- it gives her a different sense of pace. Someone new!

I think Lute would see a TINY BIT through your lies. Lute is very observant with EVERYTHING.

She’d love if you made jokes. She need’s something less boring in her life than just standing there.

Adrenaline rushes? Totally join the exorcists- and you can be her right hand!!

She’d try to help you through paranoia, but you shouldnt worry much. She’s STRONG asf!

She’d LOVE TO HEAR CONSPIRACIES!! she would think they are SO COOL.

Although she isn’t much taller- I think she’d around 5’8 personally. She just looks small bc shes always next to Adam who’s HUGE!

She may not be able to match your energy, only because she’ll need to come out of her shell more- she’s always listening. She has ears EVERYWHERE.

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HOPE THIS WAS OKAY ❣️

[fallershipping]

Looker and Anabel's Pokemon

Due to the fanfic Neither Black Nor White on AO3 (Rated Mature), I was thinking about my headcanons for Pokemon husbandry and what it takes to keep such amazing, unique, and uniquely costy creatures, especially in the terms of Anabel.

Looker is pretty simple since he only has Croagunk, but a good reason he has another Croagunk after his last one's passing is that he's well aware of the species and how to properly care for one.

An old piece but Looker wears safety gloves when handling this species. Not just to protect himself from the poison that seeps from its body fairly naturally (even if it's in very low doses) but mostly because amphibians are very porous. Gloves that do not irritate its skin and are frequently washed are something Looker has for the lil guy. He also is well aware of how Croagunk's poison/venom works: in very low doses from a Poison Jab it can safely knock down a fully grown person to put them in a drowsy state. It can even be reworked for medicinal purposes.

Beyond that he's well aware of the environment Croagunk needs to thrive. Regular water misting or splashes in bodies of water keep the frog's skin moist, but Croagunk isn't too hard to maintain due to the body size and species.

The real tricky person is Anabel.

Now still on Looker's side, Anabel has given him (forced onto him, really) shared custody of her Riolu/Lucario in my headcanon. He's been learning how to take care of such a Pokemon, which is actually quite a simple species due to being a loyal canine. I don't believe Pokemon eat processed kibble, but Lucario can eat a diet similar to a human except with more of a meat/eggs focus. (And no chocolate, I don't believe the Lucario Movie in the slightest.) Unlike Croagunk, doesn't need a special place to sleep or regular skin moistenings.

Now firmly on Anabel, we have from order of obtainment: Snorlax, Alakazam, Raikou, Latios, Entei, Weavile, Mismagius, Salamence, and (Shared Custody)Lucario.

Having a Munchlax/Snorlax starter ALONE sounds costly enough. It's known to be a gluttonous Pokemon, so it's already expensive by itself. Anabel thankfully has a plan. International Pokemon League Societies provide benefit for trainers: things like access to specialized food, items, and certifications based on the level trainer someone is. (This is why you can only buy Ultra Balls after certain amount of accomplishments.)

So Anabel has special nutrient rich Snorlax food that keeps it happy. Snorlax as a species tend to fall under "you are what you eat" so if they eat low energy vegetation they'll need a lot, versus high protein/calorie food products that get processed easier into energy. Snorlax also enjoys restaurants that also serve the Pokemon, as it can enjoy human-based food as treats.

Alakazam and Weavile are simple diets like Lucario and Croagunk. Mismagius doesn't need to eat but can "ingest" a treat if she wants to. Salamence needs more due to size but can eat fruits, root veggies, eggs, and meat.

And then there is Raikou, Entei, and Latios. Two big cat carnivores and one long-migration Pokemon, all legendaries. There is not enough information about this Pokemon, and people who train legendaries are but a handful. Anabel needs a properly licensed certificate alone for Salamence and Snorlax. She needs a VERY SPECIAL certification and Trainer ID to even allow for her rare, precious, and intense legendary creatures-- and to prove that she can take proper care of them.

They are like endangered species mixed with cryptids, and their diets can be specialized. Thankfully, however, Latios is easy to feed with a similar diet to Salamence except with less meat. He often finds food on his own, however. Raikou and Entei can have meat at home, but would much rather hunt for their own food. That being said, they also seem to gain energy from volcanic activity and thunderstorms, as they are still a rather mystical species. Anabel is weary about letting them hunt for themselves, because they fall under an invasive species or something akin to letting your cat be an outdoor cat so that it kills all the birds in the area (Not cool. Stop making your cat an outdoor cat.)

But if anything, Latios, Raikou, and Entei are very, very intelligent. They don't overhunt; they take what they need from the earth and repay it. They rely on the energy of the planet as well as the energy of their diet, so they are three independent Pokemon that keep themselves fed.

Even so, with International Police and the League Associations, Anabel can breathe easy that she's not breaking the bank just to keep her Pokemon fed. Just as long as she's following regulations and providing research info on rare species, a lot of her food costs as subsidized or her Pokemon are taken care of when she uses the PC to send them over to a general caretaker.

Burnet and Wicke in Alola provide free health screenings on her Legendaries as they are the only ones Anabel trusts, and they want to work with such increadible Pokemon!

And that's what I have in terms of Pokemon husbandry. It can be rather difficult to upkeep such increadible creatures without extra help, so this is probably why so many people have one or two Pokemon that are considered more pet-like than anything.

[raphaerolo]

"It's not easy being green, but it's easier being green... together."

This piece is very old and based off a touching and beautiful frantic fanfic i wrote with my friends over a year ago which is below. Happy st pattys day, have some gay muppets 💚💚💚

"It's not easy being green"

(co-written with @chickengodnoodle and another who isn't on tumblr, and we could only see the last most previous section when we were writing)

Rated all ages

"Understand you wouldn't," Yoda growled

"Talk to meeeeee!!!" Kermit pleaded, on his knees.

"Mmm hmm heh!" Yoda retorted. He scrambled off the bed and scoombled out of the bedroom.

Kermit sat dejectedly on the floor and gazed towards the ceiling. It wasn't always like this between him and Yoda. They used to be happy.

Not anymore.

After Miss Piggy died in a karate tournament, Kermit didn't know where else to go but the stars. He paid the fee to go exploring the galaxy, and he met Yoda there. Kermit was still so in grief over Miss Piggy he didn't expect to fall so fast and so hard for Yoda. They had travelled back to Earth, as Yoda had nowhere else to go, he was only 500 at the time. Still a young Yoda.

He and Kermit settled down in a small house near where Kermit performed. Yoda joined the show for a little. They were happ

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y. but over the years something happened. they fell apart, it sure wasn't easy being green. a sad, depressed Kermit got up from the bed to go for a walk and clear his flat froggy head. he needed something, some idea at all that would bring him and his beloved Yoda back together again. He still loved his fellow green one dearly and couldn't stand it when they fought. He knew deep down that Yoda couldn't stand it either. Kermit walked past busy cars and people alike as he made his way to the local walmart. maybe he would pick out some nice green flowers and some snacks for his beloved. They could have a date night like old times.

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Old times.

Kermit almost laughed.

The good times were all he had left, these days, anyway.

Inside, he grabbed a cart and hunted down an assortment of dehydrated frogs, and the lady at the checkout gave him a wild, unbelieving look at she wrung it up with the flowers and chocolate. The ride to the jedi temple was short, and uneventful. The guards recognized him instantly as the grandmaster's old time lover, and admitted him, if not reluctantly; everyone knew of their fall out.

He kept to himself as he picked his way through the maze of corridors, allowing himself a small pause to smile at the gaggle of junior padawans giggling amongst themselves.

Finally, he reached the corridor where the council members resided.

Yoda's door came too quickly, and Kermit had to force himself to knock before he lost his nerve and ran away like the coward he was. Miss Piggy was right. He was a fraud. A failure. A muppet, if being a man were the other option.

The door opened, and Yoda stood in the door, clad in his bathrobe and holding a tall glass of wine.

"Meditating, I am," he said a little lazily. "What is it, hmm?":

Kermit gulped, and shoved his peace offerings forward.

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"It's not easy being green," Kermit said softly. "But it's easier being green... together."

Yoda looked at him with his wide, dark eyes. He looked at him the same way he'd looked at him when they first met.

Yoda's grip faltered and his wine glasses shattered on the floor. He scrambled around and jumped onto Kermit's back to give him a hug.

"Missed you, I have."

The end.

Brought to you by me and my chaos friends and frantic fanfic

[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise - Chapter Seven

I looked to my side to see the four males that I had felt such a connection to the night before. The one that had spoken was the long-haired blonde male I believed might be named Paul. The grin on his face suggested he was playful, but something lurked in his frame, warning others that he could be cruel. 

"I'm Paul!" The blonde-haired man was named Paul. His deep blue eyes gazed at me, showing softness towards someone he had met once. I felt safe in his presence, confident that he wouldn't be cruel towards me. 

"I'm Marko!" The curly-haired guy stated, positively bouncing on the balls of his feet. He had bright green eyes and a cropped white tank underneath the jacket. It was very colorful and called out. I was unable to resist my urge and reached out. My fingers were skeletal, and hardly any fat beneath the skin pulled tight over the phalanges. My blue veins stood out prominently even though my skin had sunburned. I touched the sleeve of his jacket, tracing over the embroidered patch. 

The same tingling feeling erupted beneath the tips of my fingers. I heard Marko gasp. I almost pulled away, but the jacket was more intriguing than his shock. He didn't pull away. Therefore, I continued to trace the outlines of the embroidered shapes on his coat. On the right sleeve, there was a skull patch that fascinated me. 

Marko preened to the rest of the nest while his jacket captured my attention. He was the first person their mate had reached out to, and Marko was enjoying the attention. He felt rather pleased with himself while the other three males glared at the shorter man. 

"I'm Dwayne," the velvety voice said from beside me. I was startled out of my reverie and let go of the jacket. I looked up at the man who had spoken. The one who made sure I didn't fall last night was the only brunette out of the group. His eyes made me feel like I would drown in a pool of chocolate. 

"I'm David," the platinum blonde smirked at me with a lit cigarette in a gloved hand. I wanted to shiver as his eyes looked over my body. I was sure he was the most unhinged of the group - used to getting his way and commanding the others. David reminded me of a feral cat that hung around the neighborhood in Phoenix. 

"You're -" Paul tried to coax me into admitting my name. I tore my eyes away from the leonine man and gazed at Paul again. I didn't want to talk and would rather never speak again, but the pull with these four was tantalizing. They compelled me to want to introduce myself. 

"Aria Emerson," I stated, voice soft and gentle as a butterfly wing. No matter how soft I had spoken, even hampered by the noise from the Boardwalk, all four men had heard my name loud and clear. They could hear my name as if I had stood on tiptoe and shouted it directly into their ear canal. 

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful lady," Paul shamelessly flirted. He reached out and brushed a lock of auburn hair behind my ear. My ear started to tingle from the skin contact as my cheeks reddened like the setting sun in Africa. I lost track of time and was content to listen to the four converse when Sam appeared. 

"ARIA!" He shouted, clutching a comic book in his hand. I immediately focused on my brother while the four men all fell silent. I took in the scowl prominent on his face and the anger within his steps. 

I reached out a hand with a burning question in my mind. My brother sniffed, handing over the comic book that was the cause of his ire. My brow creased as I looked down at the comic book; it was something about hunting vampires. Though dark, the men could read the comic's title and chuckled. 

"Those comic book freaks are ruining my experience!" Sam shook his head. Apparently, whoever ran the store was upsetting my little brother instead of letting him search for comics like he enjoyed. "They keep giving me this stuff!"

"The Frog brothers?" David questioned, voice calm and colder than Antarctica as he regarded my little brother, who nodded in answer.

"Yeah," Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I don't read horror comics. Those two are really weird. I thought they would leave me alone after I told them to keep it yesterday. But they keep pestering me! They wouldn't let me leave until I took the comic!"

"Interesting," Dwayne said, reaching down with a large hand to take the comic from my hands. He began to flip through it, snorting at some of the illustrations. 

"I'm going to go home," Sam announced. "Are you coming?"

"We'll bring her home," Paul winked, promising my brother. He wasn't amused, giving the blonde a scowl. 

My brother knew a little about my past relationship in Phoenix. He hadn't liked my ex-boyfriend, and seeing me come home with unexplained bruises solidified his hatred. Sam was protective, but I knew why he was so protective. My baby brother didn't want me to get hurt physically, emotionally, and mentally, like in the past. I tried to pretend I was strong but would shatter like my bones. 

"Are you alright?" Sam stressed, gazing at me with his piercing eyes. He searched my face for any discomfort, anything that would tell him that I needed help. I smiled brightly at my brother, nodding at his question. He sighed, waiting a second more. "Fine," Sam mumbled before glaring at the four men before him. "But if any of you hurt my sister, I will kill you."

"We won't hurt your sister, kid," Marko said, voice devoid of any mischievous tone and deadly serious. 

"Alright," Sam nodded, still gazing at the guys dressed like punks with narrowed eyes. "But have my sister home before 1 am!" I rolled my eyes at my little brother, not liking how he commanded them. Sam wasn't my father or my mother. "And eat something, Aria."

I gaped at my brother in shock. Sam was taking this overprotective act too far. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, glaring at him. He withered a bit from being under the heat of my glare, but he didn't back down. 

"Sam!" I gasped, shocked that my brother would have announced part of my private affairs like that. 

"What?" Sam finally stated. "I'm not blind, Aria! You're getting worse since your stay -"

I glared at him, and he stopped talking. "You journal all the food that you eat, Aria. If you keep this up, Mom will be burying you at the end of the year."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as pain filled my chest. Instead of responding to my brother, I fled and held my bag to my chest. In my malnourished state, I had a hard time running for an extended period. Therefore, I didn't manage to get far away, but it was enough to be out of sight of my dweeb brother. I managed to slip into the crowd, their bodies enough protection to mask anyone trying to track me down. 

I continued to walk down the crowded Boardwalk until the crowd thinned; finally, it was only me on this part. My legs were shaking from the exercise, and my side hurt. I looked between the bench and the sand before sinking onto the soft, white sand by the Boardwalk. 

A light pole was above my seat; therefore, I had enough light to read. I pulled out Anna Karenina and continued reading the forbidden love story. Soon, I lost myself in the pages of Russian literature. 

"Princess," I heard a voice say, pulling me from the pages of Russian literature. When I looked up, I saw the four men I felt that weird pull towards lounging around me. I felt safe enough to let my guard down and enjoy the novel. I subconsciously mused that perhaps I had felt safe because I could feel their presence. "It's almost 1 am."

"What?" I licked my dry lips at Dwayne's declaration. I scrambled, panicking that I wouldn't make it home on time. I barely remembered to stick the old ribbon between the pages of Anna Karenina before shoving it deep inside my messenger bag. 

"Let's get you home," David's calm voice stated. He held a hand to me,  which I looked at momentarily. Then I accepted his help, putting my tiny hand within his as David pulled me to my feet. David looked down at our hands, noting the difference with a smirk, before entwining our fingers together. 

I walked with them down the Boardwalk, feeling safe as the fog enveloped the once lively Boardwalk. The crowds were starting to disburse as shops closed. The Boardwalk would be closing soon, around 3 am. We walked towards their four motorcycles, and I stopped dead. I was hesitant. Sensing my hesitation, Marko spoke up. 

"We did promise your brother to get you home by 1 am," Marko's eyebrow rose in a silent question. He gave me a sly grin as if this was an excuse to get me onto one of their motorcycles. After a moment of debate, I finally nodded, conceding my defeat. 

Chapter Eight

[grogusmum]

MARCH: In Which, Beans Are Not Beans, Eggs Are Everyplace and I Have To Eat Them (this is doing my part, people!) An Eostre Story as told by Grogu Djarin

WORD COUNT: 1000ish

RATED: G

WARNINGS: excessive fluff and sassafras, oh and food. Lots of food.

A/N: Here is the March installment of The Wheel of the Year, my theme for @yearofcreation2023. Organized by the effervescent @oonajaeadira and @writeforfandoms Ostara or Eostre marks the vernal equinox, the first day of spring in the Northern Hemisphere and one of the two days when the amount of daylight and darkness is equal- and from here on in the days get longer. Ever wonder where all the bunnies and eggs in the Easter celebration come from? It comes from this holiday right here. 

During a milestone celebration, I did a Grogu Character Takeover and got this ask-

Have you ever seen rabbits on the farm or is big ears the only rabbit you’ve met? That reminds me, since you like eggs so much have you heard about Easter which is all about hunting for eggs. I think you’d be amazing at it. Did you know bunnies can be made out of chocolate?

I thought it might be fun to expand on Grogu’s answer for this month's year of creation fic.  This is set in A Galaxy Far Far Away AU. Here is a link to that series (though you don't really have to read it to get what's going on here except that Din and Grogu are on Earth with a pagan f!reader who lives in a house called Juniper Cottage.) This is not a “witchy” one, but I hope you enjoy!

At Jupiter Cottage, Easter is called Éostre, but I was told when it comes to eggs and bunnies they are very the same! This is one of those Special Days on the calendar on the wall. And that means fun and food!

First is The Preparation. 

When I waked up one day the Jupiter Cottage had bunnies everywhere. Wooden ones, and softy ones, plus also ones that might break so please do not force lift them, thank you very much. AAAALLLLL the winter decorations were gone and the little seeds we planted on the windowsill a few weeks ago on that day about guessing when spring comes were peeking out of the dirt! 

But the most important thing is collecting eggs. This is a thing I am very good at. And the hens do not mind one bit!! We have “an Agreement”. That is permission to eat their eggs. I was very shocked by this news cuz my past experience with eating eggs was… well, let’s just say- Not. Great.  ANYWAYS, all the hens love me very a lot and we are best friends. Eva is the only hen in the hen home that gives us white eggs, so we had been saving up her eggs for a little while so we would have plenty of white eggs “for coloring”.

This is what you do: the eggs get boiled up first. This can be a frustrating process. Cuz if they crack, you can not color them. But I do not mind it, cuz I get to eat The Mistakes! Then they go in little cups. The cups all have their own colors- there is blue water, and red water, plus also yellow water, and all the waters smell weird. I am NOT allowed to drink ANY of them! 

I had trouble remembering this rule. 

We dipped the eggs in, and when they came out! They were all the colors of red and purple, yellow and blue, and green (my favorite)! This is cuz of mixing colors together and making other colors! WHAT?! Dad and Me were taught to draw pictures on the eggs before putting them in the color water with this little magic crayon! It was a very big surprise I tell you, cuz you couldn’t see what you drawed at all! Then, after putting them into the waters, WOW, the drawings is RIGHT THERE! We drawed rabbits and suns, plus also mudhorns…. and frogs a-course.

I was so excited at bedtime the night before Éostre! I was thinking about that bunny visiting us and giving me chocolate and things. I got wiggley, plus also very giggling, and stopping wiggling and giggling is hard, I tell you!

Dad sighed his sigh of you are my dear child, who never does anything wrong ever, but I am just a tired father many times.

The sun waked up and waked me up, so it was not my fault at all! So I waked Dad and he said, all super sleepy and gravel, I’m sleeping, lil womp rat.

So I just went out to peek out the door for the surprises the Éostre Bunny left for me. I brought Long Ears with me. (You know who Long Ears is, right? Yeah, we’ve discussed that guy) Cuz she is an expert being a bunny and all. I found a trail of the tiniest color eggs I have ever seen in my entire life. First, I sniffed it, and then I tasted one, cuz that is what I do! And they were so yummy! They did not taste like ANY egg I have EVER had, and I have had many eggs, even some we do not talk about!

(Frogs are friends, not food!)

ANYWAYS I was informed later that they are called “jelly beans”. But they are not beans at all, they are candy, so a Special Treat! Which is code for I can not have them all the time, which is not what I want to hear, Father!

How can they not be beans, it says bean in its very own name!? Like Candy Corns, did you know they are not corns at all? I was shocked by that news. But I do not care so much cuz candy corn is not so much… good. It is sweet. But… blah, crayony. How I know what crayons taste like is another story, that I am not telling at this time.

The jelly not-beans leaded to a basket, oh boy! It had so many good, good things! Chocolate rabbits! Well, rabbit SHAPED chocolate. I got a little concerned. And so did Long Ears! And these guys called Peepses! Have you had them?! Like baby chicks BUT NOT! These peepses are yellow with white fluffy fluff inside and chocolate on their bottoms. Plus also a wooden duck guy that you pull with a string and his big orange feet go whap whap whap on the floor and his bill goes quack quack quack and I walked him around and around! Oh and a little wooden cup on a stick, plus also an egg on a string… it is a game of trying to swing the egg into the cup. This is hard. And the egg is hard. And bonky when it hits you in the face.

Dad likes it and is good at it. He says I will get better, I just need to practice. I just walked that Duck guy around some more.

In New Hampster it is still cold outside even when it is Spring. Sometimes it snows. But not this time… So when it was not “the crack of dawn, for kriff sake” we went outside to do The Egg Hunt. It is a good thing I am a good egg finder! Cuz eggs was every place- under blueberry bushes and the jupiter bushes a-course, and in the garden shed and under Clara, which was funny. She said, Grogu did I lay a purple egg!? And I said, no silly chicken!

Pfft, I love her, but that guy. We also went for a walk in the woods to look for green and had a feast! 

Then a special moment happened! That was the Moment of the Equimox! This is when the sun moves across a line on Earth. And you get to do an eggsparmint. That is standing an egg up on one end, and it will stay! Or so they say, cuz we tried and tried… Dad and me were skepical.

And that is the special day of Eostre at Jupiter Cottage. And it was a good thing I like eggs so much, cuz we had to eat them for DAYS! We ate them hard boil, and devils, plus also salad samich.

this is Long Ears.

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[mysimsloveaffair]

Wade: So, no shit. You caught all of these frogs with, like - your bare hands?

I want to add ‘ew’ to that statement, but judging by her big smile, that wouldn’t go over well.

Maia: I did! It took some time, but I finally found and completed a collection of all these frogs. There are more, but the museum only wanted the rare and uncommon varieties.

Wade: So, is that what you do? Hunt down and collect animals?

Maia: No. I work as a freelance crafter, but from time to time, the museum pays me to come and teach visitors to the museum about the frog collection. That’s why I was here early today. They wanted me to speak to a class on a field trip. I give them fun facts and dispel myths, such as the common belief that frogs cause warts.

I’m glad she cleared that up before I made a fool of myself by saying it. I look around at the extensive collection of frogs again. You couldn’t pay me to touch one, warts or not - but this collection is impressive.

Wade: Wow! That’s what’s up.

I can see why she’d be proud of it.

We leave the aquarium and step back into the lobby. There’s a sign pointing to a coffee shop upstairs. I’m not a big coffee drinker, but maybe I can order a hot chocolate.

Wade: Want to grab something before we go?

A funny look crosses her face.**

Maia: No thanks! Let’s see if the weather has cleared up.

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[warmerthanhotcoco]

Part 2: The Badger Boyfriend

Summary: You are being hunted by the worst of the Hogwarts bullies. Rosier and Bullstrode are tired of having to put up with you being a Slytherin. Peverell and his Quidditch team are sick of your very existence.

Who better to save the day and comfort you than your amazing Spider-web Weaver boyfriend?

A/N: I use "their" pronouns here when required. Y/N could be considered gender-neutral for both chapters, coz who says a guy or non-binary can't wear a pretty lace gown? 💚

Part 2/2 to "I can protect you now"

“Rosier, Bullstrode, ‘evening!” The Slytherins greeted.

Rosier and Bullstrode waved back to them as they dragged you down the stairs toward the Slytherin dungeons. You had just reached the bottom of the stairs when a head popped around the wall by the top of the staircase and shouted “Hey, y/l/n! Professor Dumbledore sent for you!”

You pushed your feet against the stone floor, forcing both yourself and the two bullies humiliating you to a stop. You waited patiently to see what the seventh-years would do: they spun around to face the Hufflepuff Head Boy, dragging you around with them. 

“Say what now?” Rosier rose an eyebrow suspiciously. “Dumbledore sent for the git?”

“Haha, detention?” Bullstrode smirked. “Or has little y/n finally managed to fail Defence class?”

The Head Prefect visibly grit his teeth. “No, I doubt y/l/n’s capable of failing any class, she happens to have brains, something some people don’t.” Whoever said Hufflepuffs were known for their patience had a wild imagination, really. “Y/l/n, come on upstairs, Professor’s waiting.” With that, the Head Boy scampered out of sight.

The pair of Slytherin bullies grumbled under their breaths, shoving you away from them before stomping into the common room. With a huge sigh of relief you sprinted up the stairs, vowing to send the young DADA professor loads of Chocolate Frogs for Christmas. What could he want to see you for, though? Had you done the assignment wrong? There was absolutely no way—

“Hey.”

You jumped out of your reverie, a happy smile blooming across your face at the sight of the familiar mop of red-brown hair. “Well hello there, Newt. What are you doing here so close to Slytherin Tower?” By now you had climbed up the stairs and reached the main hallway. It was still unlike him to want to get this close to anywhere near Slytherin Tower…

“Oh- erm- I w-wanted to see you.”

You blinked. It took a few seconds for the information to process. “So Dumbledore didn’t send for me, huh? It was just the amazingly kind Head Boy helping my boyfriend."

“A-And helping you get away from… them,” he pointed out.

“Right. Bless him for that. What do you suggest I get him as a gift for Christmas as a ‘thank you’?”

Newt seriously pondered the question for a moment, while taking your hand in his and guiding you up the hallways. “He likes muggle clothes. Finds them interesting.” He answered smoothly: Newt spoke best when not self-conscious. “Likes the blue and brown suits I have.”

“Which you always look dashing in,” you complimented, pecking his cheek. You chuckled at the way he crimsoned. “Hm, I’ll get him a dark blue blazer then.”

Newt nodded his approval, subtly pulling you closer when a few meaner Gryffindors walked by.

“Newt, can I ask something?”

“Anything.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“…Forest?”

“Mhm, and why?”

“To show you. I p-practised.” He wiggled his fingers as a silent reminder of what he was talking about. You bobbed your head in response, smiling when you remembered your boyfriend was no longer a regular human wizard now. 

He never was from the start. He had always been special, in the best way.

“And I’m proud of you for that, love. Can’t wait to watch you play the otherworldly hero! Wizard criminals beware: powerful, mysterious, masked hero on the loose! He kills with his bare hands, trapping villains in cobwebs with his mighty skill! He—“

“OI! Y/N! STOP RIGHT THERE!” 

“Well well, if it isn’t Newt sodding Scamander.”

Bullstrode? Rosier? AGAIN? What now— Oh, they probably found out the Head Boy’s hoax.

Newt grabbed your hand and sprinted down the corridor, up a few of the moving stairs. The staircases shifted just in time, separating the two bullies from you two. They were seconds away from catching up: you ran faster and faster, pulling Newt along until you reached the one corridor that had the perfect unseen alcove.

Clearly Newt remembered it too.

He picked up pace, pulling you closer and sprinting faster. He raised his wand and pointed it to the ground, shouting out a confusion charm. A speck of gold exploded into a cloud of sparkling yellow dust, quickly growing into a wide barrier.

In less than three seconds your back was flat against the cold stone wall. Newt was squished tight against your chest: the alcove was very small. Not that you minded of course… what more could you ask for?

You ducked your head, turning away from Newt’s panting face to face the exit. You watched, silently chortling, as the older Slytherins stumbled through the yellow smoke, walked out of it spluttering and coughing, and ran straight ahead, dark wands aimlessly tossing spells back and forth.

You didn’t dare utter a word until you were certain they had disappeared around the corner. “Phew. That was close,” you whispered.

You didn’t know why you were whispering: it felt odd to speak out loud in such a calm and secretive place. Besides, the atmosphere felt… tense as it was.

You turned your head back to face your boyfriend, wondering why he was silent. “Newt?”

Newt stood there, pressing his back against the opposite wall to create as much space as possible. His face was scarlet, the blood rushing to his cheeks plenty obvious. His hands were glued to the wall on either side of your head. His usually tender eyes were on fire.

Newton Scamander wasn’t the type to pin his lover to a wall regularly, if at all. But right at this moment, it was clear he wouldn’t mind doing this more often after all.

“N… Newt?”

“Hm? Oh, s-sorry,” he smiled, lowering his head, tearing his burning gaze away from yours to check the surroundings.

“They’re gone.”

“But there’s more.”

“Huh?” You tried to duck under his arms to peek outside, but he pulled you back into the darkness. “What is it?”

“Don’t. They’re coming.”

As if on cue, footsteps began thundering across the floors of the school. Solid and heavy, rushed like they were busy people. Just a little light-footed. These were definitely not Rosier and Bullstrode.

The Gryffindor Quidditch Team. It was easy for you to recognise them just from their light-hearted, hurried footsteps.

Oh for Merlin’s sake, what are they doing here?!

“Where did Rosier say the brat went again?”

“Somewhere down this hallway. With the pathetic badger boyfriend.”

“Ah, traces of hexes. They’ve fought.”

“I sense a Confundus Charm lingering, Peverell. We should hurry and get out of here.”

“Scared of a little snake and their stuttering ba-ba-ba-badger, mate?” the Gryffindor Captain mocked.

You felt your hand on Newt’s shirt curling into a fist, longing to shoot a beautiful little hex at Peverell. Making fun of you was one thing… insulting your boy was another.

A warm hand slipped off the wall to your right, and gently patted your fist. A signal. You looked up to find him smiling back: his eyes gleamed with mischief.

Ah, yes, the side of Newt nobody else got to see. The ridiculously cheeky prick in him.

You grinned back and nodded once, cheering him on. That was all he needed. He pushed himself off the wall and shuffled closer to the doorway. Careful not to get caught, he let out his little Bowtruckle to crawl along the wall outside. After a minute and a half, the little friend returned to his open palm and pointed the exact direction the group of Gryffindors had stopped to inspect some spell-traces. “Thank you,” he mouthed, before raising his right hand. He flexed the joints, tested his wrist, aimed… and shot.

You hardly saw the string of silver that darted from beneath his sleeve, shooting towards the group like an arrow. The string of web touched the first muscular back and popped open like an umbrella, spreading its wings, wrapping all four Gryffindors present in a beautiful white cocoon. Right when the screams started mid-wrapping, you swung your wand at each of them from behind Newt’s protective frame, silencing every last one. The web then proceeded to happily wrap around their mouths as well, sealing them shut.

Perfect. “Mission accomplished.”

“Good job,” Newt complimented with a gentle, proud smile.

“You too, O Wonderful Spider-web Weaver,” you smiled back. You pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his waist and back firmly. What passed today may seem like one of many minor incidents but to you, it meant the world. “You helped save me from another day of wishing they would end me already,” you thought to yourself, burying your face in his warmth. “Thank you,” you whispered out loud.

He humbly nodded, squeezing you back.

“Happy you can protect me now?” You chuckled, quoting him from a few weeks ago.

“Mhm.” His chest heaved, a silent sigh puffing out of his lips.

“Guess we don’t need to go to the Forest to see your training now…”

“…Mhm.”

“Hey Newt?”

“Hm?”

“Could we, maybe, stay in here a bit longer?”

He buried his toothy grin in your messy hair. “Mhm.”

This marks the end of this short Spidey-Newt fic! Thank you for reading, pretties <3

[rosetyler42]

Do your ocs celebrate the holidays? In what ways? If not, what do they usually do?

-creation help

The most interesting answer to this is Simon and Lucy, so I'm going with that.

Simon and Lucy are both interfaith since mom is Christian and Dad is Jewish. Since they were raised with both, they celebrate BOTH Christian and Jewish holidays. Their traditions are similar to ours, but with an Addams-esque monstery twist as well as humany ones.

For example:

• Mistletoad (Mistletoe with a toad in it) from @drericka

• A Hannukah Manora with a bat and monster candles

• Poison toffee Apples for Rosh Hashana

• Vampire-ear shaped hamantachen filled with eye of newt

• Chocolate frog hunts on Passover

• Shrunken heads and spiders as christmas ornaments

• snake garlands

• Honestly most things from Nightmare before Christmas would be perfect for them. Right down to the vampire teddy.

• Black-wrapped christmas presents or other spooky wrapping paper

• Webbing tree skirt

• Twice the dress up fun: Halloween AND Purim

• Spooky candies like Cockroach clusters, blood-flavored lollipops, sugary butterfly wings, chocolate skeletons, etc

Like imagine the Haunted Holiday Haunted Mansion take over but with both Hannukah and Christmas, you kinda get the vibe of Drac Fam holidays.

Also when they're older and traveling around, they always come back home for holidays too.

[embossross]

2023 in books: fiction edition

literary fiction published 2013-2023 (based on English translation)

The Employees by Olga Ravn (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Detransition Baby by Torrey Peters (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

When We Cease to Understand the World by Benjamín Labatut (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

There’s No Such Thing As an Easy Job by Kikuko Tsumura (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Human Acts by Han Kang (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Bunny by Mona Awad (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Frankissstein by Jeanette Winterson (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

All Your Children Scattered by Beata Umubyeyi Mairesse (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Mister N by Najwa Barakat (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Fever Dream by Samanta Schweblin (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Brickmakers by Selva Almada (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

True Biz by Sara Nović (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Abyss by Pilar Quintana (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The Meursault Investigation by Kamel Daoud (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Frankenstein in Baghdad by Ahmed Saadawi (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Spring Garden by Tomoka Shibasaki (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Rombo by Esther Kinsky (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Concerning My Daughter by Kim Hye-Jin (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The House of Rust by Khadija Abdalla Bajaber (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Men without Women by Haruki Murakami (⭐⭐⭐)

The Sky Above the Roof by Natacha Appanah (⭐⭐⭐)

Sweet Bean Paste by Durian Sukegawa (⭐⭐⭐)

Luster by Raven Leilani (⭐⭐⭐)

Solo Dance by Li Kotomi (⭐⭐⭐)

Untold Night and Day by Bae Suah (⭐⭐⭐)

The Shadow King by Maaza Mengiste (⭐⭐⭐)

The Deep by Rivers Solomon (⭐⭐⭐)

Afterlives by Abdurazak Gurnah (⭐⭐⭐)

Wreck the Halls by Tessa Bailey

Indelicacy by Amina Cain (⭐⭐⭐)

Out of Love by Hazel Hayes (⭐⭐⭐)

Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi (⭐⭐⭐)

The Reactive by Masande Ntshanga (⭐⭐⭐)

The Houseguest: And Other Stories by Amparo Dávila (⭐⭐)

The Glutton by A.K. Blakemore (⭐⭐)

Homebodies by Tembe Denton-Hurst (⭐⭐)

Nervous System by Lina Meruane (⭐⭐)

Owlish by Dorothy Tse (⭐⭐)

The President and the Frog by Carolina de Robertis (⭐⭐)

The Magic of Discovery by Britt Andrews (⭐)

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House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Corregidora by Gayl Jones (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Signs Preceding the End of the World by Yuri Herrera (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Changes: A Love Story by Ama Ata Aidoo (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Open City by Teju Cole (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The Lover by Marguerite Duras (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Mild Vertigo by Mieko Kanai (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Abandon by Sangeeta Bandyopadhyay (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Toddler Hunting and Other Stories by Taeko Kōno (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Elena Knows by Claudia Piñeiro (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Perestroika by Tony Kushner *a play (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

By Night in Chile by Roberto Bolaño (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Three Strong Women by Marie NDiaye (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Kingdom Cons by Yuri Herrera (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Paradise Rot by Jenny Hval (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

A Mountain to the North, A Lake to the South, Paths to the West, a River to the East by Laszlo Krasznahorkai (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Queen Pokou by Véronique Tadjo (⭐⭐⭐)

The Private Lives of Trees by Alejandro Zambra (⭐⭐⭐)

The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector (⭐⭐⭐)

Sweet Days of Discipline by Fleur Jaeggy (⭐⭐⭐)

Mr. Potter by Jamaica Kincaid (⭐⭐⭐)

Bluebeard’s First Wife by Ha Seong-nan (⭐⭐⭐)

The Body Artist by Don DeLillo (⭐⭐⭐)

Glaciers by Alexis M. Smith (⭐⭐⭐)

Curtain by Agatha Christie (⭐⭐⭐)

The Iliac Crest by Cristina Rivera Garza (⭐⭐⭐)

My Name Is Red by Orhan Pamuk (⭐⭐⭐)

The Dovekeepers by Alice Hoffman (⭐⭐⭐)

Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel (⭐⭐⭐)

Rashomon and Seventeen Other Stories by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa (⭐⭐)

Coraline by Neil Gaiman (⭐⭐)

The End of the Moment We Had by Toshiki Okada (⭐⭐)

The Optimist’s Daughter by Eudora Welty (⭐)

literary fiction published start of time-1970

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

🔁 The Stranger by Albert Camus (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

🔁 One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas by Machado de Assis (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Empty Wardrobes by Maria Judite de Carvalho (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Stoner by John Williams (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The Chandelier by Clarice Lispector (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

An Apprenticeship, or the Book of Pleasures by Clarice Lispector (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

The Woman in the Dunes by Kōbō Abe (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Nightwood by Djuna Barnes (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Dracula by Bram Stoker (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Chess Story by Stefan Zweig (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Aura by Carlos Fuentes (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev (⭐⭐⭐)

All Passion Spent by Vita Sackville-West (⭐⭐⭐)

The Hole by José Revueltas (⭐⭐⭐)

Baron Bagge by Alexander Lernet-Holenia (⭐⭐⭐)

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu (⭐⭐)

Barabbas by Pär Lagerkvist (⭐)

[sivyera]

my MLP headcanons!

(I'm gonna use them on my other mlp posts)

! PICS OF THEIR FACES THAT I'M GONNA USE ARE DRAWN BY CLOIIIIII ! I don't know if she has tumblr or not but her insta, tiktok and twitter is @cloiiiiii ! I just love her drawing and I think she made them look so cool and that's just how I imagine them as humans.

none of those pictures are mine!

⤷ AJ

lesbian, she/her

makes apple cider, apple pie and bread for her friends

her hat was actually her mom's

listens: Rascal Flatts, Faith Hill, Luke Bryan, Toby Keith, Sam Hunt, Brad Paisley, Bernadette Peters, Dolly Parton

wears suits to formal events

she has trouble asking for help but if she does ask you for help, she trusts you with all her heart

mom friends type

strong af, like buff type of body (like Rhea Ripley)

loves sunrises

early bird

play a guitar

tomboy

closet:

face claim:

body type:

⤷ Dash

lesbian, she/her

tomboy

also wear suits to formal events

plays electric guitar and drums

loves energy drinks (monsters)

gamer

likes spicy food

skater girl and she is really good at skating

she loves showing off

collects sneakers

writes songs but never show/play them to anybody

loves running and sometimes she runs at the very morning

bad sleep schedule

listens: AC/DC, eminem, my chemical romance, the offspring, imagine dragons, kordhell, NF, girl in red

dog person

athletic strong

closet:

face claim:

body type:

⤷ Rarity

bi, she/her

she's constantly questioning her sexuality (between bi and a lesbian)

loves shopping

sometimes using pinterest for clothing inspo

loves getting her nails done

loves romantic movies

loves doing her make-up and loves doing make_up to her friends or makeovers

loved Bratz when she was little

makes clothes for her friends when they want something specific they can't find in stores

loves necklaces

obsessed with skin care

cat person

listens: lady gaga, MARINA, Poppy, Britnes Spears, Doja Cat, ariana grande, nelly furtado, madanna

closet:

face claim:

body type:

⤷ Twilight

bi, she/they

OCD

drinks a lot of tea and coffee

has bad sleep schedule

loves reading

big harry potter fan and owns a ravenclaw scarf

loves astrology

everything has to be perfect, tidy and clean, unless she's studying at that moment she doesn't care about anything

loves chocolate croissant

hates PE

pear body type/shape

loves comedy movies or movies based on true events

sometimes she doesn't know what sleep and rest means it :|

loves AJ's bread

listens: mother mother, penelope scott, beach bunny, cavetown, mitski, twenty one pilots, MARINA, arctic monkeys, olivia rodrigo

closet:

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⤷ Pinkie Pie

pansexual, she/they

eats a lot of candy

donuts are her favourite

uses a lot of emojis

ADHD

loves to draw

very creative

watches anime

good with kids

loves stickers

tries different hairstyles all the time

doesn't like cold colours

loves painting rocks

drink chocolate milk

loves AJ's apple cider

listens: bambee, the living tombstone, nightcore reality, katty perry, pharrell williams, gwen stefani

closet:

face claim:

body type:

⤷ Fluttershy

pansexual, she/they

loves tea, hates coffee

vegetarian

,, :3 ''

loves stuffed animals and has a lot of them

her fav animals are rabbits and frogs, but after all she loves all kinds of animals

social anxiety

loves sweets

her fav flower is daisy

healthiest sleep schedule of all girls

sometimes watch anime with pinkie

likes chocolate cake

owns funny socks and kinda collects them

listens: clairo, mxmtoon, melanie martinez, chloe moriondo, olivia rodrigo, cavetown, olivia o., naikho

closet:

face claim:

body type:

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT GUYS!!