#crying nosies

[thornsofrosesdumps]

Crying because I succumbed to the voices and listened to trocadero again.

[airanke]

A scene from a fic I have not posted anywhere.

[Do not tag with any form of ship names, thank you.]

[kiwiplaetzchen]

*sets a plate with an extra large fairy cake topped with a singular shiny, golden candle in front of Nosy's nest*

Happy Mine Day.

You absolute menace.

Happy Mine Day 💚🧁

Nosy was busy adoring his treasures when a shiny golden light suddenly caught his attention. His sparkly eyes widened, fixating on the gleaming beacon of brilliance. Abandoning his current conquest, a particularly captivating silver badge, Nosy scurried towards the source of the golden glow.

There it was - a sight that made his heart skip a beat! A plate adorned with an extra-large cake! Nosy blinked, his small heart fluttering with excitement. A cake for Nosy? A whole cake? For this humble Niffler? The very thought seemed too good to be true. Well deserved, of course, but still so unexpected.

Nosy's gaze darted back and forth between the sugary, creamy delight and Sebastian. With each passing second, the Niffler's excitement grew, and he couldn't contain himself any longer.

His tail began to wag furiously, and with a bound, he leaped towards his beloved wizard. His tiny claws finding purchase as he scrambled up to Sebastian's face to shower him with affectionate pecks and kisses, his happy honking sounds filling the air.

A few moments after his wet display of affection, Nosy gracefully descended from the Niffler Papa, and with a decisive huff, the little master of flames extinguished the golden candle. Time to dig in!

Diving snout-first into the cake, Nosy savoured the sweet taste of victory with each delectable bite. It was so delicious! And yet, amidst his indulgence, a fleeting thought crossed his mind. Pausing for just a moment, the little Niffler pondered before reaching a conclusion.

With a determined glint in his eyes, Nosy carefully selected a sizable portion of the cake, cradling it in his little paws. With purposeful steps, he waddled over to Sebastian once again, offering him the (in Sebastian's hands rather small) morsel with a honk of generosity while still wagging his tail incessantly.

Nosy would always share everything with Sebastian. That's how it always has been, and that's how it always will be.

With a gentle nuzzle of his head against Sebastian's hand, Nosy looked up at him with eyes that sparkled with gratitude and devotion. The two of them had been together for so long now, a constant companion through thick and thin, partners in crime, friends, and family rolled into one.

Every day with Sebastian was an adventure, filled with laughter, mischief, and love. And as he settled against Sebastian's side, Nosy knew that no matter what the future held, he and Sebastian would face it together, forever bound by their unbreakable bond.

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Art by the amazing @lil-grem-draws The very first Nosy fan art, and I love it so so much! Thank you once again, Lily!! 💚🌸🥹

[prvtocol]

@bugcutstherug : “I just want to catch up on my reading.” From Eden | THINGS MY FRIENDS’ MUSES HAVE SAID ᠂ ⚘ ˚

The outpost contains no more than two rickety thatched roof buildings seated on stilts, half hovering above the ocean water, a precarious-looking deck to unload supplies by boat, and various red-colored paraphernalia and graffiti marking territory as ownership of Mister Montenegro’s Pirates. Told to wait by her trusted escort, a need to refuel their jeep before continuing, Brianne ventures over to find shade at the side of the larger of the two huts. 

     Recognition of the young buzzcut blonde, Eden Seed, brightens her sunglass-occluded gaze. Without hesitation, the courier makes a beeline to the familiar pirate. A book sits open on her lap, prompting an extension of Brianne’s greeting.

     “Hello, Miss Seed.” A smile accompanies her gait as she readily acknowledges one of the few occupants she believes she can play friendly with sans repercussion — even if she gathers that Eden might find her presence a bit tiresome. Either way, there's no plan to linger too long in her space. “Looks like you're keeping yourself occupied?”

“I just want to catch up on my reading.” 

     “That’s a good strategy to pass the time.” Something Brianne employs herself when the afternoons stretch and the charges on her electronics die. With shade meeting her face, oversized sunglasses are lifted to rest atop her head.  

     “What are you reading, if you don't mind me asking?” 

[anachronistic-falsehood]

just read a jrwi fic and was gonna leave a kudos but i am blocked by the author?? on ao3?? literally first time this has ever happened 2 me…… i’m not blocked on their tumblr tho which is like. wild. wgat did i do on ao3 and not on tumglr…….

[honkshoo-zzz]

@quazies AAHUAUAUAUUASYGDHAGGAHDHSJDFJSKXJSKRJENEFJKSXJJEKSKDBRJRODSKBDSKDLDMS

TY QUAZIES FOR THIS BLESSING UPON MY HOME I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE WILL BE TREASURED FOREVER

[chappellrroan]

some people are so chronically online that they forget most of the queer community is still oppressed in real life. Claiming identity anonymously on a queer dominated website doesn't mean that we are given equal rights by the government or the fact that it directly effects our chances of employment/getting into colleges and how suddenly most people in our close vicinity wouldn't start treating us differently. It's so funny to me when people claim that most of us are queer because it's a trend now, my brother in christ there were as many of us during your grandparents generation as there are now the only difference is we have the platforms that can help us hide from bigots and direct harm while expressing ourselves.

[gothchoccymilk]

p,, please,,,

stop interacting with sfw selfie/outfit posts when your entire blog is porn reblogs,,, begging u to just use a side blog for ur porn,,,,,,

[lifesver]

i am here in my feelings about people goin back for leland in the verses where he gets left behind or tries to make a sacrifice for the others.... bc in almost all the trajectories of it that i have he aligns himself with the family or johnny bc it feels like no one misses him. bc there's no hope of leaving no matter how hard he tries. like it's a completely warped mind process bc his friends would logically think he's dead, but it results from just being alone with his thoughts. and hanging onto the barest traces of affection in a situation like that. my life for the verses where someone comes back to find him and actually rescues him before ch 2 rolls around. and also my life for the times where someone holds his face in their hands and tells him he's not horrible for doing what he needed to do to survive.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

I've never heard of emts working only at events? What's that like for you if you don't mind my asking?

Yeah, there are ambulance companies that staff certain events, but there's some event specific companies out there lmao. For me specifically, it's almost entirely college events, whether it's happening on a campus or not. It's not great, usually pretty boring, but it's better than being on an ambulance or in a hospital. We do get actual emergencies sometimes, but usually it's just getting drunk people to the tent or giving out water and bandaids lmao. Again, boring as fuck, but I chose this over working on a 911 rig, so that's on me 😔 if I'm being so real tho, other than my coworkers, the best part of the job is the food lmaoooo it's so good and all the food trucks/food booths give discounts or free food to us depending on the location and event. And there's almost always a ton of downtime, so I basically just get paid to sit there and vibe for the most part

[kiwiplaetzchen]

What was the most mischief Nosy has ever gotten into? Did just Slytherins belongings gone missing or anyone else’s? 😏

Oh, my sweet sweet anon 😏💚 You know damn well that nobody is safe from Nosy's grabby hands.

I would say the most remarkable chaos the little rascal created was when he snatched Sebastian's wand or when when he had a little bit too much fun with Clem. 😌

But Nosy created quite a lot of chaos and arson throughout the whole year.😌 😏 (Lots of arson, really. It's a wonder Nosy is still allowed to stay in the Common Room, let alone at Hogwarts.)

But you also have to understand Nosy's point of view... Is there something more shiny than FIRE?! 🔥\(*-*)/🔥

[piningpercussionist]

What's it even like at Ramona's place. Also is her cat cute and fluffy?

Well, it's not the most spacious place, for starters. Julie has us all beat on that I think, with Neil and Stephen's place coming second. Then maybe my place? I'm not really sure... DEFINITELY not Scott's.

But it's alright. Ramona knows what to do with the space she has, I think. And she just tucks whatever doesn't need out into her little bag that she's got, so there's never really any clutter, unless Scott's provided it. She's got, like, multiple stories to it? Like, one and a basement, or something- in addition to the ground floor, I mean. We've discussed playing down in her basement, sometimes, for practice? She seemed pretty receptive.

It's nice being over there. I dunno. She hasn't done a whole lot with it, but it's nicer hanging out there than it is here, usually. Wish she was less busy so I could come over more... I mean, I could visit Scott when he's there I guess, but it's not really the same. Besides, I wouldn't want Ramona to come back from work and have to chase me off to get some rest or something?

*Kim sort of snickers a little.* Or she'd come back to me trying to hide Scott's body. She doesn't deserve to deal with that.

Anway, more realistically, she's probably exhausted after running around all day, being the only Amazon delivery person in our area and all. Even if she was fine with me lingering, I'm not sure I want front row seats for the two of them being lovey-dovey or whatever. Gross.

And Gideon... Gideon is probably one of the cutest cats I've ever seen. I didn't really like cats too much before now, but I think I've been converted or something. He's just the sweetest thing, sometimes, and Ramona's managed to get him nearly completely desensitized to being picked up, held, moved around- he just genuinely doesn't care, so long as you aren't hurting him.

He's a short haired cat, I think, but he's super soft- Ramona tells me it's because we're always petting him. Something about the oils in our hands making his fur softer? I think I get the general idea there. His fur is like... deceptively dense though? You can sink your fingers in a little and muss it up if you want.

Heh. I don't recommend trying to mess with his stomach at all, though. Gideon's generally pretty forgiving, and doesn't really bite or scratch people from what I've seen at least, but one time Scott tried to give him belly rubs while he was all splayed out on the couch... the attack afterward was pretty tame so far as the initial strike went, but he got Scott good, and there was like... blood, everywhere. You'd think he nicked an artery or something, but no, it was just Scott doing what Scott does.

Is there some sort of like... thin-skinned or heavy bleeder debuff he's got or something? Or was it just him being a moron and splattering it everywhere? Anyway, Ramona had it handled pretty quickly, and tiredly, so that's probably something really typical for them.

[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[memories-break-our-fall]

I might just be aroace but loml doesn’t make me very emotional it’s just. A song that’s sad

maybe I need to listen to it more or I’m missing something or I just don’t relate to it at all

[ughgoaway]

🌈🌹

(these asks are so cute omg!!)

ahh thank you my lovely!!! they were very fun to write :))

🌈 -what's the last 1975 song you listened to?

last song I listened to was me and you together song! getting inspo for a fic I'm doing :)

🌹-what are your favourite asks to receive/answer?

oh literally all of them, getting any ask makes me giddy!!! i just love interacting with y'all.

but I will give a proper answer, I love any asks about teacher reader concepts. they are just so fun to talk about and you all have such amazing ideas. I could talk about them all day!!!! I have like 9 asks that are all such good blurb material sitting in my inbox ready for me to scream over :)

(I also specifically love my bestie, bff anon. their asks make my day everytime, so funny and just so kind!!! LOVE you bff!!!!)

[lifesver]

@meatriarch said: it was just the two of them, now. alone in the shack, johnny had stepped out to go over to the house — dinner with his mother, common occurrence a couple times a week. this dinner just so happened to land on leland's birthday. unfortunately — but they knew, understood, there was little to protest about. not without suspicions being raised. instead, in place of having a nicer dinner together, they went out earlier in the day — and maria had managed to convince johnny to find something he could have lee help out with, away from the shack, for a little while. give her enough time to bake a small treat for him later on, after dinner. so when johnny left them later in the evening, and maria and lee shared their small dinner together, maria took to cleaning around the little kitchen and table — insisted that lee go ahead and take it easy, go off and get comfortable for the night. and despite his protests to help, she continued to insist, pointing off in the direction of the curtain, until pout crossed his face in defeat. she waited a few minutes, finishing with the dishes and drying off hands, before opening one of the bottom cupboards and leaning down, pulling out carefully wrapped package — nothing colorful nor intricate, but wrapped with care, to ensure nothing made what laid inside dirty. maria straightens and walks across shack and past curtain, over to the mattresses they all had, some time ago, pushed side-by-side, where lee was busy undoing boots along its edge. she smiles cutely down at him when he glances up at her, turning and dropping herself down beside him, and holds the package out to him, " had to be a little sneaky about this, worked on it while johnny kept you busy all over the place. its something simple, you know, but, i hope you like it, lee— " beneath all the wrapping lies denim — new jacket, a lighter wash, that she's been slowly adding little embroidery to. along top of the back? blooms of marigolds, dancing along below collar. trailing along shoulders to front, with small bundles of the golden flower above both front pockets. and a smaller surprise along cuffs of the sleeves — of clovers snaking along its edges. she watches him as he opens it, nerves buzzing in her chest. it wasn't much, given everything. knows that compared to birthdays he's celebrated before, this year probably wasn't one of his favorites — she wanted to do something, though, for him. for everything he's done for her. for always protecting her, comforting her, over the past almost-year that they have been here, with johnny. she watches him hold it up once unwrapped, to look it over, and she adds, " — i know the old jackets' seen better days...saw this one while we were out a while back in town. thought you could use a new one. "

he doesn't mind the quiet, or that johnny was at his mother's for the night. he doesn't mind his birthday passing like any other day of the year. it's hardly like he paid attention, anymore — part of it didn't feel worth mentioning. didn't feel particularly important to the life he lived, now. but trust maria to still make something out of nothing, and make it special for him. not that he needed anything — and he’d promised her as much, with a smile and a wave on his way out that day. but it still meant a lot that she had.

leland shoots a half-accusing eyebrow raise up at her; ❝ … so you were up to something. ❞ no wonder johnny had made up a seemingly endless list of chores for the day. it was sort of funny to imagine maria convincing him to play along, but then again — if anyone could twist your arm, it'd definitely be maria.

she puts down a neatly wrapped package in front of him, and leland’s expression settles into one of gentle questioning. his hands hover uselessly — but he doesn't say anything. probably because there's something nearly painful welling in his chest, and he's certain if he tries to speak, he'll just cry. instead, his brows furrow softly, and he begins unwrapping the gift slowly, careful even with the packaging. maria had worked hard on it, after all.

his thoughts are an up-and-down carousel in his head. on his last birthday, they'd been back at school. julie had baked a cake, and connie made him a bracelet he still wore. it had been a good birthday. but maria hadn't been there. she’d sent a letter, though, and photographs of the marigolds she’d found. he missed their friends. he knows maria does too — even with the sting that came along with those memories.

he remembers the night he watched them all disappear down that dirt road in the dark — he'd had the thought that he wouldn't be getting any older than nineteen. but they would all grow up. maybe they would have lives, and families. he had thought about it watching the world tilt, and spin out in the setting sun, the gentle bend of the sunflowers around him, and his blood darkening the soil.

he'd had that thought a few times, since then. when things were really bad. when he'd gone so far as to hand off his mother's necklace, and connie’s bracelet, to maria, entrusting her when he thought he might not see her — or anyone, again. because it's hard not to think of where this all started, when he was still nineteen. he’d made it to his twentieth birthday, and it's still hard not to feel the loss of something — like a knife in the ribs.

leland removes the denim jacket from its packaging finally, and stares at it a little dumbly. it’s a little different from his old one, but he sees maria’s magic touch, immediately. hand-sewn embroidery. golden flowers blooming in bursts along shoulders, twisted in leaves curling along the breast of the jacket. down to the little clovers lovingly detailed in the seams of the sleeves. how long had this taken her?

❝ maria, i— ❞ he swallows thickly, and his fingers tremble slightly where they smooth over the denim. he holds it up, and the light glints across the raised embroidery lines. ❝ you really… did this for me? this is... how can you say it's simple? ❞ he gives a wobbly laugh, to cover his brimming eyes. it doesn't really work. ❝ it's... really beautiful, maria. it's amazing. when did you find the time — ❞ he swipes at his eyes, and a quiet sound shakes in his chest, in his shoulders. god. where the hell had that come from? he'd been fine a minute ago. he'd been okay all day. but maybe all this emotional outpour had just been waiting, for the right moment to slip through the cracks.

leland lays the fabric over his knee. he wants to try it on for her — he wants to make this moment a warm one — but he's stuck feeling like he can't breathe. this was his twentieth birthday, and he might have forgotten. this was his twentieth birthday — and he hadn’t thought this was the kind of thing either of them could have, anymore.

despite everything, they’re still here. no matter what anyone else thought. no matter what the newspapers said. they could still have something normal. as his eyes draw along the embroidery, he can’t help but think of his childhood bedroom, and his old dorm room. maria's apartment. all their old things gathering dust. it had been a long time — but they had started to find things to call their own, again. new clothing, little wooden figures on a window sill. a handmade quilt, a bracelet in blue. and his mother's gold chain around his neck, again.

❝ sorry — i, uh. i don’t — i don’t know why i’m crying. ❞ he gasps out a shaky laugh, palming at his eyes again. dragging a hand through his hair. maria’s seen him cry before. maria’s maybe seen him cry more than anyone, now. maria who's always good to him, always gentle. always reminding him he was still deserving of those things. and the tears start to darken the fabric in spots, when he pulls maria into a tight hug, chin parked atop her head — mumbles into her hair, softly;

❝ … i love it. thank you. ❞