#he might be the original good luck charm and i just put him in a bag that i don't remember

[strange-aeons]

Dear Strange,

I also did some searching in Dutch newspaper archives and found an article from 1981 (27 June), from a national newspaper. It's a brief text but also has a picture of Hugo Hernandez, so I thought that's sweet. Here's the link.

On to the translation:

Unique sphynx-cat is [a] mother

(star) The rare sphynx-cat [note: female] of Mexican man H. Hernandez (32) living in 's-Graveland, has given birth to 4 kittens, of which 2 are still alive. According to cat experts, this birth is very special. These sphynx-cats are most fervently bred in Canada and [the U.S.] America, but this has to the best of knowledge not yet been a success. Hernandez put in a lot of effort. He got a brother and sisters of the rare breed from an American breeder [note: female] who did not succeed. The Mexican found two sphynx-cats [note: female] in Canada and, after two years, the male cat, who didn't show any interest, had fallen for the charms of one of the cats [note: female] in an unguarded moment anyway. The two still living kittens are doing well according to Hernandez. Just like their mom, they are getting / wil get [note: unclear from text which one] a think reddish* bald skin and they will produce a powerful spinning-noise when content.

*rossig translates to reddish, but could range from more copper, to more pink, to actually red-leaning, depending what it's describing (this from my own experience of what it's commonly used for, idk if the use has changed in the past 44 years).

Hope this helps! And hope it's okay to send in info like this (I'm still a bit of a newbie when it comes to Tumblr). Maybe I'll do some more researching, but first I'm going to sleep

Good luck with the research! I really respect the work you do and the effort you put into it, keep it up! 🌟

This is an insane find!! The only photo of Hernandez that ever circulates online is this one:

And i have no idea what the original source of it is so I was really excited that this might be it AND THEN IT WAS A NEW PHOTO???? THE SECOND ONLY PHOTO OF HIM I'VE SEEN???? truly insane find. thank you so much!

[careful--ren]

i recently found my old star wars figurines again and apparently i bought 3 of the same hux's. younger me used to carry one of them around with me wherever i went as a good luck charm (or as a reminder to get my shit together)

[imaginesig]

"Ditch the clowns, get the crown / Baby, I'm the one to beat"

Pt. 2 of “Can someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived”

Lewis Hamilton x ex!reader (barely)

Joe Burrow x singer!reader

SMAU

What happened between the breakup and Y/n's release of "The Tortured Poets Department: Eros." Once again I stole this entire story line from Taylor Swift. The timeline doesn't line up perfectly with the original but I do what I want

Yn_updates

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Yn_updates: after the drop of TTPD Y/n was seen at the Cincinnati’s Bengals game today!!

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user1: she rlly said, bye futbol and went back to her roots

user2 it’ll always be Y/n and her little drink against the world

user3 chat what is going on

user4 I need Twitter to get working on a timeline bc the breakup album just dropped, but we think her and Lewis might have been broken up for a while before she went on break, but now she’s writing for a new man who is possible on either the Bengals??

yn_updates

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yn_updates: Y/n at the last regular season Bengals game!

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user1 ugh why does her break have to end before playoffs!! I don't want her to miss any games!!

user3 same! I've enjoyed seeing her and her fits

user2 even if it didnt the Bengals aren't predicted to go far this year

user4 I NEED to know what's happening bc there is no way she just up and decided to attend football games this religously

user5 and they're not just any football games, Bengals games. she didnt even grow up a Bengals fan, she was raised a Titan's fan

yn_ln

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Yn_ln: Ugh South America!! Y’all are as beautiful as sparkling lights at midnight!! Big kisses to you all!! 🫶🫶

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user1 ahh best night of my life!!!

user2 she was so giddy and happy tonight

user3 im glad someone else noticed

user4 guys the surprise songs tonight where the first ones since the breakup about Lewis that she wasn't mad or sad

user5 was Lewis in attendance? Are my parents back together??

user6 nope, while Y/n was giggling her way through Delicate Lewis was attempting to overtake Lando in Italy

user7 we all see her smile right??

user8 I NEED to know who was behind it

user9 I've been searching but as of right now no one other than family and close friends were in the VIP tents

user10 when she sang it seemed like she directed it in one area of the crowd not the tents, so maybe this mystery person was on the floor

user11 normally I would call this theory crazy but people who were there said it was clear the second surprise song was clearly aimed at someone in the audience, but no ones been identified yet...

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: "You look like bad news, I gotta have you" or sum

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User12 HE DID NOT

user1 WHAT

user2 guys is this who I think it was

user3 my worlds just collided

lahya10_ great night- one for the books!

joeyb_9 you got that right

user4 OMG JOEY B AND J'MARR AT A Y/N CONCERT??

user5 im assuming we're all thinking the same thing...

user6 they were on the floor too, not in tents

user7 J'marr only posted a story about the night and didnt dress up, so it has to be Joe

user8 THE CAPTION HELLO

user9 brother thinks putting "or sum" makes it less obvious

user10 what if he's just a girl like us with hyper specific captions

user11 the fact that he dressed up on theme for the concert made him 10x hotter

bengals

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bengals: "It's been a long time coming..." 🏆

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user1 admin you aint slick 🤨

user2 AND THE BENGALS ARE SUPER BOWL CHAMPS WHOOO

user3 AHHH DID ANYONE ELSE SEE Y/N'S FACE AT THE END

user4 her face?? Babe I saw her whole body go flying up when they won!

user5 ugh she's a good luck charm across all sports

User6 but this time the man backed her up with his own skill…

User7 damn Y/n fans switch up quick

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: WE'RE CHAMPS BABY

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yn_ln so proud!!

joeyb_9 ♥️

lahjay10_ HELL YEAH BROTHER

joeyb_9 💪💪

teehiggins that’s how we do!!

joeyb_9 that's how we do 👏👏

User1 OMG HIM AND Y/N???

User2 their celebrations were adorable!!

user3 I’m glad after all the speculation they’ve made it official \

user4 He is not afraid of showing her off🥹

user5 it makes me so happy for her

yn_ln

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yn_ln: I'm with the winning team

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joeyb_9 so much better than a good luck charm ♥️

yn_ln ♥️♥️

user1 Lewis punching the air rn

user2 fr, she really called him a loser with the caption

user3 lmao I love shady Y/n

user4 HER AND JOE?? THATS THE CUTEST PIC EVER

user5 IKR

user6 THEY'VE BEEN PUBLIC FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS AND THEY ALREADY MAKE ME FEEL SO LONELY

user7 is she with the winning team or are they the winning team??

user8 y/n and Joe >>>

Yn_ln

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Yn_ln: surprise!! "The Tortured Poets Department: Eros" out now!! This edition includes two new songs, "So High School" and "The Alchemy"

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Twitter post songs release:

Twitter first Paris show:

yn_ln

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yn_ln: Fuck me up *Paris*!!!

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user1 AHHH TTPD SET WAS INCREDIBLE

user2 ugh buying more tickets now bc I HAVE to see the new set

User3 all the symbols I CANT

User4 she looked so stunning

User5 I cannot y’all Joe was there!!!!

user6 I lost my mind at all their moments!! Hes so shameless unlike Lewis

User7 Paris was so lucky!!

user8 it was adorable to see Joe smiling and SINGING all throughout the show, including his songs/TTPD set

user9 ahhh the singing got me!!! her exes would never

user10 all the friendship bracelets her received and wore-- he was so cute

user11 I love that he has arms full and refused to relive himself of any!!

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Baby, you're the one to beat ♥️

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@toldyouitwasamelodrama

@swifth0lic

@erbri3r

[bloodyinkandquill]

Follower Sword x Reader

ok i definitely need to check the wiki for him, i must go now my people need me/ref

ok so originally this was egobworder x reader but i just could not fulfill their request because i didn’t know what to write for him, but they reached out to me and we decided on follower sword instead! alright let’s do this

- You were never a huge follower of Illumina, that isn’t to say you didn’t worship him but you didn’t go as far as some of his followers, they could be… a bit much to say the least, so when you ended up with one of his most devoted followers, who had been blessed by his magic, that was a surprise

- Sword is very awkward about anything and everything to do with relationships, he was worried to hold hands because it might be sinful you just gave him a gentle whack and grabbed his hand, he blushed but didn’t pull away, eventually he got confident enough about it to initiate the hand holding, he’s very formal about it though, you just smirk at his old way of speaking and hold his hand, gods forbid you ask to kiss for the first time

- His wings are so pretty, they almost have a purple aura around them, he doesn’t like them being touched however, eventually he let you touch them, they felt like silk on your hands, you were very gentle but having you touch them made him melt, eventually you helped him preen them, he turned to butter under you, thankful since he couldn’t fully preen himself, you watch videos on birds to understand how to do it better, and make yourself blush over a certain fact

- You know him being such a devoted follower that you came second, most of the time first place isn’t there but anytime he is or has some important event around him Sword puts him in the forefront of his mind, after all he got chosen by the deity, you understood but did wish he would be a little less formal about it, you never made a thing over it though

- Sword gives you sweet nicknames, his lilac, his orchid, dove, they’re so pretty and make you smile, even if he says them while speaking like it’s the 1800s, you never mind his way of speaking, even if it was a little hard to understand at first

- He gives you a special charm he made himself, he said it will give you protection and good luck, it’s so sweet and you keep it with you at all times, you can see him smile a bit every time he sees you with it, maybe around your neck or in your pocket, you end up getting the habit of fidgeting it when you’re nervous, or just need something to play with to pass the time, if you haven’t seen him in a few days you look at it and think of him, maybe kiss it softly and smile at it with flushed cheeks

- He’s not huge on touch, but he will touch you sometimes, even if he blushes like crazy and gets all embarrassed over it, whispering ‘forgive me for this sinful act’ and you’re like ‘bro we are holding hands I don’t think Illumina cares’ but he still does it, you roll your eyes and kiss his cheek, he blushes heavily but you can tell he likes it by his small smile

- He’s also not that into dates, he prefers just to spend time in your presence, his love language is likely quality time, even if it’s parallel play* it makes him feel so loved, and so you just hang out near him with a smile

hope these were good! i kept writing words wrong because i’m in my russian class and so focused on the lesson because it’s ok russian case, the bane of my existence

* (the act of doing two separate things, with each other, for instance one person is on their phone the other drawing, but you still feel loved, it’s more commonly a love language in neurodivergent people)

[jynxeddraca]

Small, Soft BG3 Things

Just an ongoing list of small headcanons for Team Tadpole.

Astarion:

Astarion learned how to sew and embroider from his mother. She loved to embroider poems that she sold at market. Most of his word based embroidery looks like her handwriting, even though he doesn't remember that.

He's the go-to member of Team Tadpole for mending because he's the best out of all of them at it. More importantly: as he comes to view them as friends, the basic mending is supplemented with subtle embroidery.

Every child that he ends up spending time around learns some slight of hand trick and/or how to use a knife.

When everyone is asleep and he's particularly at ease, he'll quietly sing to himself while doing other things.

Gale:

As the self-appointed cook - come time to set up camp, Gale might fuss about the bizarre assortment of food stuff they find on their travels, but he secretly revels in the challenge of making filling, delicious foods out of what they're able to scavenge.

Cooking was how his mother and him bonded as he grew up so now it's his favorite way of showing affection/appreciation to others.

Spoils Tara with all her favorite foods when they're reunited (also I headcanon Tara joins the camp most nights in Act 3).

When he was younger, he specifically created an enchantment to enchant his mother's favorite rocking chair so that when it was activated, mage hands would appear and give her shoulders and feet a massage.

Halsin:

He learned to whittle from an uncle and the knife he uses today for his carvings was given to him by his mother - whose favorite animal was ducks.

Halsin likes to go sit in Bloomridge park when the city gets to him, taking Yenna with him if she's agreeable. He has taught her and several other random children how to braid flower crowns.

When he returns to Reithwin Town, he teaches Art how to whittle and Art teaches Halsin how to play the lute.

On nights where Halsin is keeping watch will offer to turn pages for Tara so she can read a book or two.

Jaheira:

Will turn into a cat/dog to give comfort to children if they are inconsolable.

Takes an afternoon with Halsin - both in wildshape - to show him how nature and the city can be more harmonious than he originally thought.

The lullaby she knows how to play on the tin whistle was one taught to her by her late husband - she has put all her children to sleep to it's tune.

Teases Tara about her treating Gale like her kitten.

The rats that show up in camp do give her updates on other Harpers - but most of the time they are updates about her children.

Karlach:

Clive - her teddy bear - was knitted by her mother and she considers him her 'good luck charm'. Before the infernal engine was forced onto her, he could often be found tucked into Karlach's belt at any given point of the day or in her purse/pouch.

Karlach almost left Avernus without Clive, and risked missing the Nautiloid to go back to grab him.

Because she calls Halsin "Bear Man" Arabella starts calling him that too. At the same time, Karlach starts calling Withers "Bone Man" because of Arabella.

Her parents used to dance around the living room with her - in camp she'll get Arabella and later, Yenna, to do the same. When she's especially energetic, she makes Wyll join her.

Lae'zel:

While she originally hates everything about Faerûn, she becomes especially fond of the sunrises and finds she enjoys sunflowers.

After the egg is acquired, she does softly sing an old githyanki lullaby to when she tends to it.

Because she feels it is an important skill to have for when the egg hatches, she learns to sew by watching Astarion. Eventually, she asks him for tips.

Lae'zel seems well-read (on githyanki literature anyways) in my opinion so I feel like even though she's a very skilled fighter, she also spent much of her time in the creche library growing up. In camp, she raids Gale's library bag often.

When Karlach started calling her 'Lae', she began referring to Karlach as 'Kar'.

Minsc and Boo:

When Boo isn't around Minsc, he spends time around Shadowheart curled up on her shoulder or sitting beside her as she meditates.

Amused that it baffles people who can speak with animals, Boo purposefully does not allow them to understand him and sticks with his telepathic communications with Minsc.

Minsc enjoys finding excuses to tell stories and is a good storyteller.

Teaches Tav a few Rashemen songs and stories.

Minsc and Boo both have a faint smell of warm stone about them due to being statues for a while.

Shadowheart:

When meditating, sometimes unknowingly hums an old lullaby her parents used to sing her.

Still sometimes mutters "Lady of Sorrows" when exasperated, and at one point while very tired said "Lady of Sil-rrows" instead.

Has started keeping seeds and nuts on hand for Boo.

Talking to Astarion and Halsin in Elvish is soothing to her, and sometimes it triggers memories of her father.

Tav:

Was gifted a stuffed bunny by her dad when she was a baby. His name is Biscuit.

Biscuit was handed down to Temerity (Tav's little sister) while they were in the orphanage and he currently lives on Temerity's pillow.

Tav and Karlach have introduced Clive (Karlach's teddy bear) to Biscuit.

The smell of leather oil reminds her of her father.

Wyll:

Has a soft spot in his heart for trashy romance novels and anything related to mermaids. An aside: even though he hasn't been home in years, the merfolk around Baldur's Gate remember him fondly as a child trying to swim deep enough to see them.

Actually enjoys debating Astarion about laws and their effects - even though they have wildly different views on the laws.

Has a secret tattoo, and yes, it's mermaid themed.

Offered to teach Lae'zel to use a rapier if she showed him how to wield a longsword.

Also enjoys cooking and likes to show Gale different ways to season/cook in the wilds.

The rapier he has at the start of the game was gifted to him by his father.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Pairing: Astarion x reader (Tav)

Prompt: Astarion wants to repay you for all the blood you share with him!

Description: There was an undeniable attraction between the two of you; Astarion could taste it on your skin before he took a bite, see it in the way you couldn't meet his eyes when you spoke to him. Perhaps you just needed him to push you in the right direction. He did owe you, after all.

Rating: sfw (ikr)

Word Count: 1869

Content Warnings: fem reader (use of she/her), reader is mentioned to be a cleric of selune but it's just a liddle bit, the first part is dub conish until Astarion Realizes (there's nothing crazy, they only get as far as removing clothing), ask to tag!

Notes: Okay this was originally supposed to be not sfw. right. I had this whole dub con scene planned out and it was gonna be so GOOD but. then I remembered I can't write nsfw (at least I can't do it quickly lol) so I decided to make a version where Astarion makes the right choice instead. I still have plans to write the original (I imagine you can find the part in this where I decided to go another direction lol) because as much as we stan a man who grows. I am also here for a guy who doesn't learn at all and perpetuates his own hurt and grief on to other people (me). Also wow I need to get more screenshots of Astarion...

That night, not too long ago. When your blood singed louder to him than anything had before. When you laid gently before him, not even stirring. Trusting your allies. Trusting him. It was all so intoxicating-- so much so, that he couldn’t help but take a bite.

Perhaps it was luck, perhaps it was because you sensed him, or perhaps because something holy in you sensed something wretched in him. You awoke before Astarion could sink his teeth in you, before he could taste your sweet blood and feel your fleeting pulse under his fingertips.

He had expected a stake in a chest, the loss of this terrible life. What he hadn’t expected was your sympathy-- nor your understanding. No, when you invited him to dine on your blood (with such an adorable look on your face-- it’s a wonder he was the first to taste you), nearly let him kill you because you didn’t know how to tell him to stop-- it was a gift. One he truly hadn’t forgotten. Especially when, sweet as sugar, you invited him to drink of you again.

After all this, you deserved to be payed back! You had given him so much it was only fair Astarion share what he could with you. As it happened, the only currency he had was his body and you were being a little too stubborn to take his kindness.

“Astarion, really--” He had cornered you in your tent. Everyone else was asleep at this time of night, but not you, little adherent of the moon maiden. Your prayers had only just concluded as he invited himself in (a luxury he was sure to abuse now that he could).

“No darling, I insist.” He scoots in closer to you, chasing your warmth. “Let me make it up to you. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.” His cool breath ghosts upon your skin, and he delights in the way your cheeks flare in the pale light of your candles.

“I’m just not sure about it.” You spare a glance at Astarion and have to quickly look away from him. He’s really putting on the charm tonight and if you continue to look his way, it might work.

“Well why not?” Astarion isn’t having it, cupping your cheek so you look to his face, to his wide red eyes. “I know you’re attracted to me. When you think I’m not looking you can’t keep your eyes off me, but as soon as I look your way…” Astarion takes a moment to appreciate the color on your cheeks, the way you seem to look for an escape a moment before giving in and looking into his eyes.

“It’s not that, trust me, I think you’re very nice to look at…” You close your eyes a moment, trying to gather yourself and your thoughts. You just, didn’t know how to breach the topic. You knew it wasn’t embarrassing, but to have to tell Astarion of all people that you were still a virgin… Well, it but a knot in your stomach.

“Well then what is it?” He urged, hand tracing down your cheek to rest on your neck, to the spot where he had tasted your sweet, sweet blood again and again.

“I’ve just. Never laid with anyone before!” You say the words quickly, closing your eyes lest you see his reaction to the truth.

“Really?” Astarion can’t deny the excitement that floods through him. This merely sweetens the pot for him. To have a precious little cleric share her virgin blood with him (Astarion can merely smirk at how mad that would make Cazador), to have her promise to take down that same wretched master, and now to induce in her in a way no one else ever had. Why, it’s as much a gift for him as it is for her! With that, Astarion cools his expression, tries to chill the desire suddenly running through him.

“Aww, a little cleric of Seluné, having never felt the touch of another?” Astarion can’t help but coo, his words smooth as he teases. Cliche, perhaps, but still enticing. “Saving yourself for someone special?” He laughs again. “Or perhaps saving yourself for me?”

“I didn’t say--” Astarion cuts you off with a soft ‘shh’, gently lowering you down on your bedroll.

“You didn’t have too, darling. I can see in you what you can’t speak aloud.” He moves atop you, leering over you with a devilish look in his eyes. “You want this just as bad as I do, you just do have the words to say it.” With that, he descends upon you, lips meeting in what you can only call a sweet kiss. Sweet enough, in fact, to lure you in; soft and kind for fleeting precious moments before his hunger wins over and you are devoured like the treat you are. He’s overwhelming; hands upon you, peeling away you camp clothing and craving your warmth. He barely parts from your mouth, just enough for a heady intake of you.

“How did I manage to hold back for so long?” His words are spoken with a large, savored sigh. “Just look at you, all needy and obedient under me. A perfect little pet.” His words have your whole body flushing. You could probably easily push him away-- you know you’re stronger than him and if your desperate you’ve a war hammer not even a meter away from where the two of you lay. But you aren’t sure you want to. Aren’t sure if you should.

When Astarion lifts the hem of your shirt, you lift your arms for him, so the fabric can be thrown away. So too does his shirt go. When his hands snake to your pants, and wiggle them past your hips, past your thighs to join you prayer book in the far corner, you do not stop him. Nor do you stop him from removing his own worn and threadbare pants; they join you other clothing in the small confines of your tent, until the two of you are left in your undergarments, looking at one another with wonder and lust and fear and everything that stands between.

You hadn’t noticed you were trembling until Astarion leaned in close to you again, taking your hand in his. “Sorry, I just,” The words tumble out of you before you can think to stop them. “Just, nervous.” You manage to get out, carefully tracing his features for any hint of teasing or remark.

“That’s alright,” Astarion pauses, because he can’t quite remember the last time someone looked as scared as he always felt. He stops and considers a moment if this was something you truly wanted-- but if it wasn’t you wouldn’t have let him get this far in the first place, would you? But then he sighs, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours with his eyes closed.

“This isn’t right, is it?” Astarion pauses a moment, opening his eyes to really take you in. You were still shaking like a leaf, eyes wide and fearful. It was like looking into a mirror for the first time in 200 years. How could he even think to force you into this when it was something he had tried to avoid the entirety of his undead life?

“It’s…” You sigh and shake your head no. “It was never that I didn’t like you, or find you attractive… I’m just not ready. But… I didn’t want to lose the chance to be with you, either.” You admit. “I should have stopped you but…” You pause as Astarion gently pulls off of you.

“No, I should have…” Astarion pauses as well, pushing air out through his nose. “I should have listened to you.” He sits, turned away from you, and you study the intricate runes on his back as you both take a long moment to speak.

“I… should leave.” Astarion moves to get his clothing together, and you sit up straight as well.

“Wait! Just because I don’t want to have sex, doesn’t mean I don’t like your company.” You pull on your own shirt as well, watching as he turns your way with a confused look on his face. “I still like spending time with you.” You admit, face just as pink as when you admitted you were a virgin.

“… You really do, don’t you?” Astarion settles a moment, watching your face as your bright eyes flash his way a moment. “Even if you did try to lie it would be easy to tell…” He retreats to his thoughts a moment, considering his next move. “If I do stay, what would you have us do?” He rests again as you sheepishly pull your pants back on under his watchful gaze.

“Well…” You look to him. “I liked being close to you, actually.” You admit. “It was nice to be held by you.” You seem shy all the sudden, but your request is rather tame compared to what Astarion was more than ready to do to you.

“You just want to cuddle?” Astarion is equal parts surprised and amused. It’s not as if he hadn’t but, well it had never been with anyone he dared to care about. You are different, in that sense. He’s put a lot of chips on you, no doubt… And though he wouldn’t dare to put a title to it, there is a certain sense of affection he held for you. One that, perhaps he can indulge for now. “Well… I suppose there’s no harm in that.”

You light up. “Really?” You smile at him, wide and unabashed. Astarion finds he likes that look much better than the fear you wore mere minutes earlier. It suits you much better. “You don’t mind?”

Astarion scoffs, perhaps to hide his own excitement at the prospect. “I said I pay you back, didn’t I? Who am I to complain how you decide to spend our time together?” He acts nonchalant but you can’t help but keep smiling. “Now, come here.” Astarion scoots in closer to you, holding his arms out and makes a little grabby motion with his hands. You can’t help but giggle but nonetheless comply, moving in closer to him and allowing him to encircle his arms around you. You circle an arm around his neck, and rest one on his chest, sighing in content.

“This is nice.” You hum out, eyes closed as you snuggle closer to him. Astarion can’t help but admire how serene you look.

“You’re still shaking…” He notes, even as he holds you close and tries to follow your lead. Isn’t this what you wanted?

“This time, it really is nerves.” You confirm, opening your eyes to look at his face. “I’m okay though, I promise.” You cuddle in closer to him, once again closing your eyes. It’s both quite alarming and fascinating how much you seem to trust Astarion but… This time, he won’t be that trust to shame.

The two of you would go at this (whatever this was, he noted; everything seemed strange and new) at your pace. Because maybe, just maybe… that was what Astarion needed too.

[yeowangies]

KINKTOBER 2024 MASTERLIST

♡ My second year of kinktober, and with a lot of characters I didn't use to write for before as well! Wish me good luck!

♡ These are obviously all smuts, some will include dark content. Everything will be tagged accordingly (and if I miss anything, let me know and I'll add the warning)

♡ Like last kinktober, some of these prompts will have some spooky themes, cause of course, it's Halloween! Some will include gore, blood and yandere characters. Everything will be tagged.

♡ The list I'm posting is subject to change. As I'm posting it now, there are only 8 prompts finished, and I started working on some others. As I wrap up some of them, they'll be added here. The order in which I post each prompt is also subject to change.

♡ I'm not doing exactly 31 prompts! I know I'm not gonna make it, so I don't even compromise to attempt it. But I'm aiming for 15 at least, hopefully 20 prompts though.

♡ I will start posting on October 1st, and depending on my own pace when it comes to writing, it might extend to the first days of November.

♡ (Sadly this kinktober is not so bloody or creepy as last year's but I'm gonna make it spooky enough anyway)

♡ Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

October 1st: Getting even - Vegeta (DBZ); Pegging.

Synopsis: Training had somehow brought you together. The pent up energy it usually left could only lead to one thing that made it easy for your relationship to flow.

October 3rd: Covenant - Sukuna (JJK); Dubcon.

Synopsis: Turning to look for its point of origin, the voice was basically lost in the darkness, and your hands shuddered in anticipation.

October 5th: Encouragement - Kenpachi (Bleach); Deepthroating & Facesitting.

Synopsis: It had been embarrassing to confess to a man like Kenpachi that you hadn’t had a lot of experience regarding sex.

October 7th: Mirror - Jiraiya (Naruto); Mirror.

Synopsis: You narrowed your eyes at him as Jiraiya went through his belongings and, surprisingly fast, pulled out a small bottle of what you knew was lube. He grinned at you like the pervert he was, and you frowned.

October 9th: Sweet disposition - Goku (DBZ); Overstimulation.

Synopsis: You had been crying the night before Goku returned from training God knows where; had you known, you would have put some tea bags on your eyes, to try and hide the puffiness and redness around them.

October 11th: Made a mess - Kugo Ginjo (Bleach); Piss Kink.

Synopsis: The way you had sneaked up on Kugo as soon as he stepped into the house had made his cock instantly hard, faster than any other time he had been hard for you.

October 13th: Only yours - Nanami Kento (JJK); Breeding.

Synopsis: Just the sight of Kento made your knees weak, mouth water, and heat to pool inside your abdomen.

October 15th: Bossy - Goku & Chichi (DBZ); Threesome.

Synopsis: You and Goku were impatient during sex, but despite what people thought of Chichi (and even the way she acted around the two of you sometimes), she was certainly the most demanding, being bossy even in bed.

October 17th: Delights - Unohana (Bleach); Impact Play.

Synopsis: You groaned, legs trembling, before you started counting every single blow again.

October 19th: Luxury - Toji (JJK); Titfucking.

Synopsis: Toji was a sleaze, but he did came home with a lot of money every once in a while, and he did indulge you in a few luxuries. 

October 21th: Mindblowing - Goku&Vegeta (DBZ); Double Penetration in Two Holes.

Synopsis: No matter how much Goku and Vegeta get you ready, it was always overwhelming when they pressed their cocks inside you.

October 23th: Perfectly shaped - Kensei (Bleach); Squirting.

Synopsis: He knew your body better than you knew yourself, he knew exactly what to say, what to do, where to touch and what to say to get you going. That’s why it was so easy for you to get close to the edge of an orgasm.

October 27th: Charm - Jiraiya (Naruto); Stripping.

Synopsis: “Come on, baby, take off your clothes for me.” You pleaded, batting your eyelashes, looking up at him with starry eyes. 

October 29th: Sweet and knowing - Broly (DBS); Masturbation and Voyeurism.

Synopsis: Broly sees you everyday from outside your window. You don’t even know you’re being watched, you just go on with your life. He was positive he’d never seen anyone more attractive.

October 31st: The end of the world - Suguru Geto (JJK); Sensory Deprivation.

Synopsis: The day was sunny, no clouds in the sky, warm, almost hot. Eerily dreamy for a late spring day. There were still some flowers in some of the plants in your front yard. A heavy contrast with the man in dark clothes, long dark hair, and even darker eyes, waiting outside your door.

November 3rd: A beast to toy with - Kenpachi (Bleach); Size Difference.

Synopsis: Every time you walked to the fourth division, you could feel it everywhere. Whenever you went back to the barracks, there he was, somewhere in the roofs of the buildings. Even when you were alone in your room, you could practically smell him; he had been there at some point while you were gone. 

November 10th: Hint of light - Raditz (DBZ); Bondage.

Synopsis: He couldn’t even remember how he fell asleep, or where he even was. For starters, he was sitting on a chair. And when he tried to move, he realized that he couldn’t. 

[ro-botany]

Do you ever think about how Terra canonically has premonitions? He sees the future. Do you ever think about that?

I did wonder about those scenes a lot. Clairvoyance felt like one hell of an out-of-left-field addition to Terra as a character, and it wasn't something they did a whole lot with either, which left me feeling oddly about it.

The more I think about it, though, I get the feeling I was taking those scenes too literally. And given how I gripe about people missing the subtler points of storytelling in KH cutscenes I feel a bit sheepish for having done so, haha.

A lot of Terra's campaign has us players wrestling with dramatic irony. Our understanding of the situations Terra gets into is often very different from his own understanding because we nearly always have more information than he does. Most infamously, there is the fact that we the audience are aware of the identities of each Disney villain he meets and that Xehanort's character design and mannerisms are signalling villainy, but Terra, being a character in the story, is not privy to that foreknowledge of established characters and design tropes. But it's present throughout the game, in big and small ways, and in Terra's campaign especially it blankets the story in this sense of impending doom.

Ultimately I think that those scenes of apparent-future-sight are meant to be another layer of that. They're a pretty clever combination of a delivery of audience-only information to continue building on the dramatic irony, and non-literal representations of Terra's thoughts and feelings.

This is not a directing trick that KH as a series typically pulls - in fact I can't call to mind any other game they've done something quite like it with, which I think is why I and many others interpreted it as a kind of clairvoyance. But having reflected on the purpose of those moments now I really like them.

You know what, let's just pull up the scenes themselves for reference so I can talk about them in more individual detail.

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One of these scenes earlier in the story happens when Terra is first learning about Vanitas' origin and plans.

(Timestamp 00:53, if it doesn't start there.)

Xehanort tells Terra that Vanitas "is drawn to the light, which he seeks to disrupt… and then destroy." This line is followed by a camera zoom on Terra's face, and we're shown a quickly cut series of images: Ventus and Aqua in grave danger in the Keyblade Graveyard sequence much later in the game, juxtaposed with shots of the good luck charms and Ven and Aqua smiling. After the images we return to Terra in the present, who gasps.

It's very easy to take that literally, as though something about Xehanort's words conjured a vision of future events, given that those ARE literally future and past events in the story and that Terra appears to react to them.

But I think the simpler explanation here is that the news Terra is getting in this scene makes him think of and worry about his friends. This is a monster made of Ventus' darkness; of course Terra's going to worry that Vanitas might go after Ven. Not to mention that Aqua, like him, has been tasked with investigating the unversed is putting herself directly in Vanitas' path. The fact that the scenes of them under threat used to communicate this are pulled from the KBGY sequence? That's just some juicy irony for the audience.

Another big scene for this is the moment Terra meets Riku on Destiny Islands.

(Timestamp 02:59, if it doesn't start there.)

Here we see Terra sympathizing with young Riku about being stuck in one place. The music then fades, and we see Riku get replaced by what appears to be a younger Xehanort seen from behind. As he turns to face us, he transforms instead into Riku as he appears in KH2. Terra is seen squinting, and then looking surprised.

This is the one that really stood out to me when I first watched it, because the way Terra reacts is pretty suspect. But I think this is a case where the sheer amount of foreknowledge the audience has distracts from the purpose a bit.

For the audience members, our attention is being drawn to the parallels between Xehanort and Riku, both of whom are islanders who dreamed of seeing other worlds. And we're also being shown the potential in Riku's future - the version of him that's been through hell and come out a powerful keyblade wielder is placed beside his past as a sweet, ambitious little kid.

For Terra, this scene is about him relating to Riku. Terra has also spent much of his life stuck in one place preparing for the day he would visit other worlds and he wants to be a protector of his friends and all the things that matter. The imagery is about Terra recognizing the strong light and drive in this boy as the potential to be a great keyblade wielder one day.

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All of that isn't to say that clairvoyant Terra isn't a fun idea to play around with. He gets possessed by a time traveller, maybe that messes with his perception of the timeline or something.

But I prefer to read it as a clever narrative device!

[in-the-modern-world]

Surprise

Pairing: Sascha Zverev x Reader

Words: 505

Summary: You surprise your boyfriend as he wins the US Open

A/N: Another fic I wrote a while ago, I didn't originally like this one but figured someone might. I also couldn't figure out a good ending which seems to happen with me a lot so I just left it. (Also Dan is a made up character)

I smile as Dan and I sit in our seats for the match, it's currently the final of the US Open and my boyfriend Sascha could win. I decided I'd surprise him when the match is over, we haven't seen each other in a couple months due to the scheduling so I didn't want to take his mind out of this game by seeing him earlier hence why Dan and I chose seats way at the back.

The game starts well as Sascha wins the first set no problem, I smile at Dan and say "I really hope he wins" Dan nods, I feel bad for dragging him here as I'm sure he'd rather be home reading. The second set flies by as Sasha wins another set, just one more to go. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, I look to see I have a message from Mischa, Sascha's brother, I smile as I read the message.

Mischa: I can see you. You might just be his good luck charm.

Me: No, he doesn't need one. I figured I'd surprise him after the match.

Mischa: He'll be very happy to see you, he's missed you.

I smile as I put my phone away as they start the potentially last set. I'm sitting on the edge of my seat as Sascha needs one last point to win which he gets effortlessly. I stand up and cheer for him as the whole crowd cheers, my phone then vibrates again.

Mischa: Meet me by the doors outside the seating area, I'll let you in.

Me: Okay :)

I smile and say "come with me" I grab Dan's hand as we walk past people and exit the stadium to find Mischa waiting by the doors, he smiles and pulls me into a hug before guiding Dan and I through the doors into the area where the players chill before and after games, he looks at us and says "you can sit down, it may be a little bit before he comes back here" I smile and say "thanks". We watch from the TV in the room as Sascha gets his trophy and says his thank yous before heading towards where we are, I stand up as do other people for him to enter, he walks in smiling with his team being him, he looks over at me and goes to look away before doing a double take and says "Y/N?" He hands his trophy to Mischa before pulling me into a tight hug, I smile and say "congratulations" he moves away so he can look at me and says "what are you doing here?" I smile again and say "I wanted to surprise you" he smiles and hugs me again, Mischa looks at us and says "so, can I keep this?" Referencing to the trophy, Sascha smiles and says "as you wish", they laugh as Sasha takes his trophy back, he looks at me and says "I've gotta go do some interviews but after that I'm all yours".

[lil-melody-moon]

Year Summary #2

We're here today to talk about music, yeah? Yeah...

Okay, let's do it like that. I've left off the last one with me getting into The Doors and let's pick it from that point!

This is long so...

I really went deep with The Doors. Honestly I'm glad I've got the chance to start my old music journey from them. Their lyrics are everything, music is something no one can replicate. Jim's voice is one of a kind, still sending shivers down my spine whenever I hear him. Not to mention the rest of the guys. Ray's beautiful playing, Robby's amazing guitar which sounds like nothing I've ever heard before, John's incredible drumming - while not paying much attention to his work at the very beginning I started doing so and damn his skill is amazing really. Honestly, I would like to get my hands on his book, the one he released this year.

From there I've stumbled upon The Beatles, just to drown in them. Literally drown. This is where I've started realizing that in the end I was listening to old music since the get go. One of the first two songs I remember hearing is "All You Need Is Love" by The Beatles. Even if it was a small fragment, I still remember the commercial they used it in and I could be what, 2 or 3 years old maybe? That's pretty young to remember something, song especially. Anyway, I wanted to give them a solid chance and only recalling that I know that "Yellow Submarine" song, I started from the album with the original score of the animated movie. Once I heard the first chord and words and Ringo's voice I was gone. I literally cried, I didn't hear this song for two years or more, I was hit with so much nostalgia, everything just came back to me. This tiny song appeared in my life when I was a shut in, when my grandpa was slowly dying, when I was close friends with a very toxic person and well, this tiny tune was my light in those awful times. Always managing to make me smile, dance a little bit and you know, I just started searching who sings it, knowing all four were singing on albums. Once I've found Ringo, I settled in the music, loving the old albums, going insane about "Help!" album especially, later "Abbey Road" - luck wanted that I got them very quickly and since then they are at home.

Ringo Starr was probably the first drummer to show me that drums can sound nice when they are not on the first place in a song, although the next phase, which is his solo work - not entire, I still have a lot of albums to listen to - I can certainly say that even if his drumming is tame for the most part, especially comparing to John Bonham's for example, it still is amazing, has its own charm and just makes me swing from one side to the other. And I will say this: Ringo took The Beatles' whole charm of music and put it back in in his solo works, mainly in his band era "Ringo Starr and His All-Starr Band". There's a certain shift between the 90s album "Time Takes Time" and his earlier works and this shift came in with full force, making his music even better than it normally was. Now, I might talk about his music like it would be the best thing in the world and you can tell me that it is mainly because I'm a Ringo girl myself, but like... His music is good, okay? Even my mom couldn't say no when I played her some songs - I think I actually made her a fan, but shhh ;3

And then, right after Ringo came Paul McCartney. He was slowly sneaking in from the beginning of my Beatles phase, but slowly, slowly, he finally got to me at May - we're not even half year through! He tried with music, I really started loving his music from "Help!" album - "Another Girl", "I've Just Seen a Face" my beloved <3 - and from there it only went downwards for me. Not only other songs of his started to get stuck in my head, but he started appearing on tumblr, facebook and then it was the day when I saw him in the 90s. Let's make a place for "Hope of Deliverance" here, because that song started it all in this year! And then I saw old Macca and again, I was gone. I'm weak to old Paul, no shame on that, but like... It took this guy so much to get to me! He tried through his solo career - first song I heard by him is "Wonderful Christmastime" - but also through collaborations - "The Girl Is Mine", "Say Say Say" - some Wings here and there - I actually got so shocked that I know "Live and Let Die" when i heard it! - and finally through The Beatles, succeeding just...

To be kicked out by John Bonham and my summer phase on Led Zeppelin. Now, I talked about Led Zep in the last year, but this band is never going away - just like The Beatles and one more band, but THAT later. I was actually still searching for my favorite band member at that time until it hit me why I started listening to them in the first place. Sure, Jimmy got me with "Babe I'm Gonna Leave You", sure Robert's voice is incredible - "Since I've Been Loving You", "I"m Gonna Crawl" OH MY GOD - but then I came to realization that the drums always hit where it should and it was when I started listening to the drums closely, just to be blown away for the third fucking time with this band! It was at the end of July and beginning of August and you know, I knew the whole discography already, but I kept discovering new gems and i still do. Mentioned earlier "I'm Gonna Crawl" is the latest obsession of mine, again John's drumming and Robert's vocals, but mainly the drumming! BUT, the PEAK is motherfucking "In My Time of Dying" and that won't ever change. I think only John's drum solos can compete with this one, nothing else can - unless I discover something else, but I talk about this song each time someone mentions Led Zeppelin so yeah. This is how bad it is XD

And here, we are in August... I was getting my ass into The Rolling Stones, when dad came by, saying "Let me show you Deep Purple!" and he did. I liked Jon Lord from the get go, but what actually convinced me to this band was this: I bought the "Made in Japan" album and heard "The Mule". PC went on full, speakers as well, Ian just blew me away! Then I listened to other songs. "Child in Time" getting to me right away, "Burn" album being the first one I listened on my own and the "Sail Away" becoming my favorite song. But that phase was short lived really. I still am up for listening to the rest of their discography, heck I most certainly will, they are amazing, but like... The end of August was nearing, 23rd exactly...

And you know, I was minding my own business on tumblr, really. Not searching for anything to get obsessed about, like I had whole Deep Purple to listen to, Rainbow came back as well - Cozy Powell, my beloved! - I just passed by the chance to buy "Brainwashed" by George Harrison and I was quite sad about that. I think I was listening to "Deep Purple in Rock" by that time, getting familiar with it when I started seeing someone on here. And you know, it never happens that I fall for someone only by seeing pics - I actually started listening to The Rolling Stones like that, seeing Charlie Watts and immediately getting interested - but like there has to be an exception once in a while and this one was none other than Keith Moon.

Let's go back to May or June real quick. Sometimes when mom is using pc I'm watching a music channel with dad and it happened that they played "My Generation" by The Who. Dad was complaining, he doesn't like them, but I was listening, came the end of the song, the drummer just going fucking nuts and I was like: "Fuck, he's good". I recalled that at that freaking day in August, finally having the chance to see him and I... I was blown away by one gifset. I actually didn't want to believe it was him. First time seeing Keith all elegant in a suit, that did things to me, but like then it calmed down, only to come back at September. And during this time I kept seeing "Who's Next" album in the record store, something telling me to buy it, but I didn't for some weird reason. The album disappeared at mentioned September, but like, this is exactly what fucking happened:

Keith Moon appeared on my dash again because it was 7th of September so like this is when I accidentally learned when he died

Then, when I was listening to music at night at the 10th of September spotify decided that it will randomly play me "Love Ain't for Keeping" and I, after hearing for years from parents that The Who isn't a good band, I was fucking blown away by this song. I had to check on spotify who plays it and I couldn't fucking believe it XD

Skip ahead to 13th of September and me saying "Alright, I will listen to this freaking album". I literally felt like "Who's Next" was haunting me - first at the record store and then when it was gone on spotify - so I gave in eventually. I recognized two songs from it immediately: "Baba O'Riley" and "Won't Get Fooled Again" recalling them from a tv series, freaking knowing there was one more they used, but that wasn't what was important at that day to me

I literally had to pause after it ended, I was fucking shaking and that like never happened to me after listening to the album. And sitting in that silence I heard a sudden voice in my head: "Finally back home"

A week later I've found the third song they used in the tv series "Who Are You" and that made me realize something. That my whole interest in music, my whole love towards drumming, my specific taste in it, that I love when drummers go crazy on them is because of Keith Moon

This crazy idiot was the first drummer I heard, who got me mesmerized by his playing. I remember to this day the moment I walked in the living room when mom was watching the tv series and the opening played. I was standing in the hall, mesmerized, so imagine my reaction when I finally made a whole loop back, after saying in the last year that I want to come back to my old self, finding it right there. Yes, i cried. Yes, I got attached to Keith Moon so much so that it's almost insane. And you know what? I'm fine with how things are right now. I feel like I stopped my search in music and I'm fine to settle in with Keith as my favorite drummer and for The Who to became the third band that I will come back to all the time, just like with Led Zeppelin and The Beatles. I'm feeling like at home with them, with him mostly, so I'm staying. I'm not moving my ass anywhere.

And just like that you thought it'll be over? HAHA, NO. Right after that came rolling The Police, Pink Floyd and The Moody Blues. Each band I enjoy a lot.

The Police for the drummer - Copeland, you're an amazing drummer!

Pink Floyd for the mood and lyrics - I'm more in the Waters and Gilmour era, but Syd Barrett is my baby <3 Also Rick Wright <3

The Moody Blues for everything - I might have only listened to one album, but "Nights in White Satin" is a MASTERPIECE!

And THAT, all of THAT concludes this year. With addition to dropping out of heavy metal, but I've mentioned that in the last post. All drummers who are responsible for that thing are named above!

[sandra-writes]

The Case of Harrison Slytherin

Hello, lovely people.

It came to my attention that it's now been two years since I posted the last chapter of Harrison Slytherin and The Year Sirius Black Was the Star. Making it two years some of you are waiting for the sequel. My sincere apologies.

I've been busy these last two years. I changed work, which included a few months of quite intense training, finally graduated college - all in all, I had precious few moments to work on my fic. I have ideas and I am hoping to work on them in the upcoming weeks. No promises, because when I do make them it usually goes bad, but... I promise Harry is not forgotten and I am working on it.

And because this is why I started this blog originally, I am adding a small taste of the fourth book under the cut. Don't be shy to tell me what you think - it might even make me keep motivated!

Sirius can’t focus on the Wizengamot session with the knowledge that as soon as it will be over, he will be coming over to the Slytherin Castle.

Well, not right after. He and Lord Slytherin agreed on a forty-minute delay in between, so they can refresh and change clothes. One does not want to have a meeting that is technically about family in Wizengamot robes.

Focusing on politics when such an important meeting is in front of him is in itself almost impossible, but when he knows that his godson is sitting just above him? He can feel him, his magic that is almost more powerful than anyone else’s in the room (with the exception of his father and Dumbledore himself), the wildfire that is closely controlled.

“All for.”

Sirius flinches and quickly puts the tip of his wand to the small wall in front of him. Raising the donation that the Ministry gives to St. Mungo’s is a good cause, but he seriously needs to focus on the session.

Luckily, it is not a long session, and it is not even two o’clock when Dumbledore lets them go. Sirius is out of his chair and out of his balcony as soon as he’s able to. He’d completely overlook the simple letter on the table in his anteroom if there wasn’t a magical pull to it. He stops to open it and read it.

Keep your cool – Tom might forgive a lot of Harry's mother, but he won’t be as lenient with you. Good luck, R. C.

Sirius smirks just before the letter bursts into flames. The light flame singes his fingers, but he just smiles.

It’s still a surprise every time he finds these short messages from Rabastan, since as a healer he almost never has the time to join them for their Saturday tea. But somehow, they still managed to start a genuine friendship, through short messages, a few jokes, and adoration for little Rosie.

Sirius doesn’t know how exactly Rabastan knows the whole truth about Harry or even how he knows about their meeting today, but he learned to not question some things, to just go with it by now.

He doesn’t even step out into the hallway. Instead, he goes through the fireplace straight to his study room and from there to his bedroom. He quickly gets out of his Wizengamot robe and puts on a modern one that he selected for this meeting a month ago – he puts on black trousers before pulling a dark blue robe that wraps around him and ends above his knees. Its long sleeves look like they’re part of the robe, but when Sirius raises his arms, it becomes apparent that they have high slits almost to the shoulder. He belts the robe with a thick, silver belt, and uses charms on his hair, so he doesn’t have it up anymore, but still has it in a thick braid. With a quick look to the mirror, he nods at himself before rushing out of his room again.

He still has time, but he doesn’t want to leave Lily waiting.

Lily is pacing the waiting room, biting her lower lip, and twirling her hair around her fingers. Her hair is in a simple braid down her right shoulder, with some forest flowers woven into the braid. Her dark blue dress is long enough to touch the floor and fitted just enough to be flattering on Lily, with decent cleavage that isn’t too revealing and flowy, see-through sleeves in the same colour.

“You look amazing.”

Honestly, Sirius is a little surprised to see her like this. She spent most of her summer with Jack and his pack, so when the two of them met she was usually in jeans and shirts. Werewolves apparently prefer muggle clothes to robes. Not that their women don’t wear dresses or skirts, but Lily, not having to work over summer, spent most of her time running around with the pack’s children, and jeans were just more practical for it.

Lily quickly turns towards him and lets her hand fall to her side. Then she smiles, a little unsure.

“Thank you, Sirius. The children enjoy weaving flowers into my hair,” she adds, amused, as she gestures towards her braid. “You don’t think Lord Slytherin will mind such a relaxed hairstyle, do you?”

Sirius just stands there and looks at her for a long minute. This whole situation is… surreal to him. Lord Slytherin is Voldemort and Voldemort kidnapped their baby. And he would do anything, anything to get their baby back, but… Harry is fourteen now and has a right to have his own agency. And he doesn’t want them. Not the way they want him.

If Sirius thinks about it too long, he gets furious at Lord Slytherin. And he’s in no position to go against him, politically speaking. He might have made some friends lately, but he’s in no illusion that if it came down to it, they would choose him over Lord Slytherin. They wouldn’t and he knows it. So he doesn’t think about it.

What will happen today, however… Sirius is not sure.

“I mean… we’re practically family, right?”

He doesn’t sound nearly as sure as he’d like and Lily gives him a raised eyebrow, before bursting into a laugh.

“What the fuck are we doing, Pads?”

Sirius shrugs his shoulders and sighs.

“I have no idea, Lils. But we have,” he quickly checks the time, “thirty more minutes before Lord Slytherin expects us.”

Lily lets out another unamused laugh before collapsing to an armchair nearby.

“Fuck, I haven’t been this nervous since… you know, I actually don’t remember ever being this nervous. Maybe before I gave birth to the boys?” She frowns as she says that. Sirius smiles softly before sitting down in the armchair close to hers.

“I can’t believe it’s been fourteen years already.”

They’ve both been to Chris’ birthday party. Sirius didn’t really like what a spectacle James made of it, with half of the Ministry including Minister Fudge there as well as most of the Wizengamot. Well, the light families of Wizengamot and most of the elected members were there. The celebration was somewhat bittersweet to Sirius – he wanted to spend the time with Chris, he really did. But Chris had his friends there and the party was more a chance of making political contacts than anything else. He spent most of it with Lily, avoiding Remus. He did enjoy his talk with Madame Bones and a few elected Wizengamot members, but the whole afternoon was ruined for him when Dumbledore tried talking to him. Well, honestly, he mostly talked to Lily. It took all of Sirius’ willpower to not snarl back at him.

Lily sags in her seat, suddenly looking tired.

“So much went wrong. I knew that having children during a war was risky, but… I could have never anticipated that.”

“I don’t think anyone could have seen that coming, Lils.” The silence between them is tense now and Sirius hates everything about it. “Fuck, I could use a shot.”

“Don’t you dare, Sirius! We’re not going to the Slytherin Castle drunk.”

“You mean, like you were the last time we’ve been there?”

Lily groans and hides her blushing face behind her hands. Sirius smiles, but it doesn’t really solve anything. Sirius is still tense and nervous, and he can see that Lily feels the same way.

“It’s a shame there won’t be quidditch this school year,” Sirius tries to lighten up the mood. Lily looks up at him, her cheeks still pink, but her eyes interested. “Harry is one hell of a player. Would love to watch him play.”

“I am just glad he and Chris won’t be able to enter the Tournament,” Lily sighs easily. “I just got him back, I couldn’t watch him be in danger in a freaking Triwizard Tournament.”

“I’d be more worried about Chris entering than Harry,” Sirius says easily. “Harry has a good head on his shoulders, he wouldn’t enter the competition even if he could. Not when it’s spurred on them like that, without him training for it before. Not if he knows the Tournament’s history.”

Which Sirius assumes he does, with his pureblood upbringing.

They chat for a while about the upcoming school year. There’s less than two weeks left before it starts, and Lily has already moved back to Hogwarts. She was officially living with Sirius this summer, but Sirius hardly ever saw her. Lily did visit him every once in a while, but Jack, her boyfriend, wouldn’t allow Sirius to visit them yet. And Sirius understands. He did get coffee with both of them at the beginning of summer in the same coffee shop he and Frank met with Jack months ago. Jack straight up told him that he doesn’t want to risk his pack yet and Sirius understands that. Bringing Lily in to introduce her as his girlfriend was already risky enough and Sirius doesn’t want to make their position in the pack even more complicated.

Sirius isn’t sure how he feels about the upcoming school year. Bringing back the Triwizard Tournament seems risky at best, and Sirius isn’t happy about the situation with Peter still being unsolved while that is going on. The investigation is ongoing, but it brought up nothing new, the working theory is still the one where Peter broke out of prison to go after Chris. Of course, with what Sirius now knows, it’s also possible that he’s after Harry. Either version makes Sirius nervous, which is why he agreed to stay around Hogwarts for one more school year.

What role the pupils from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will play in him guarding Hogwarts, Sirius is not sure. But at least he won’t have to deal with Remus while there anymore.

Sirius is still pissed at Chris for letting it slip that Remus is a werewolf. It doesn’t matter that Remus broke Sirius’ heart and that Sirius partially wants Remus to hurt. You do not out werewolves for any reason. The fact that Chris did so accidentally makes it worse, not better as James claims. And the fact that Chris wasn’t even punished for it makes Sirius’ blood boil. How the fuck is Chris supposed to learn from his mistakes when James refuses to admit that they are mistakes?

Finally, Sirius’ wand starts vibrating against his forearm and he quickly stands up before cancelling the alarm spell. He smiles at Lily.

“Well, no time to waste now. You ready?”

Lily breathes in deeply before she stands up and looks straight at Sirius.

“Not really, not nearly. But what the hell. Let’s go meet the father of our boy.”

[dragongirlbooty]

Arcadion, Round 2

cw intox, mind control, coercion. Very much 18+

Kharia turned in front of the mirror a few times, studying her new clothing. While she didn't really understand Alexandrian fashion, she had to admit, the jacket was quite comfortable, and while a bit tight, the pants were stretchy enough that they wouldn't get in her way in a fight. An elezen woman watched from across the room.

"Do you... like it?" she asked nervously.

"It could use a bit of tailoring," Kharia replied, "but I like it well enough." Her expression shifted, and she donned a mischevious grin as she pulled the hood over her head and summoned her scythe. "It'll look pretty badass in our next match too." Shale chuckled.

"Veronica, right?"

"Damn, you're catching on quick," the xaela replied, striking a few poses and seeing how the outfit looked with the weapon included. "Y'shtola's the only other one who's that good at knowing who's fronting, but she's got that whole aether sight thing which is kinda cheating."

"I'm pretty good at catching non-verbal cues," Shale shrugged, "Mannerisms, body language, that sort of thing." Their conversation was interrupted by a chime from Kharia's tomestone.

"Ah, I need to go," she groaned, "it's Metem. I bet he's got our next opponent picked out." She dispelled her scythe and gathered some of her other belongings, stuffing them inti her jacket's myriad pockets.

"Good luck in the arena hotshot," Shale said, "Don't fight too hard though, you hear? I'd rather have you lose and survive than die trying to prove yourself." Kharia rolled her eyes.

"You worry almost as much as Raha. I might need to stop picking up partners, or soon I won't be able to go on adventures from all the fussing."

"I take it that's a 'yes' to my offer of drinks this Friday then?"

"Of course! I'll call when the match is done."

"No need - I'll have them put it on in the Neon Stein so I can watch live." Shale waved her out the door. "Now get going already - I've never met a patient milala, and I don't want to be the reason you're late!"

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Kharia sat back in her seat on the sofa. Seeing her ready, Metem cleared his throat and pressed a button on a remote in his hand, casuing the screen behind him to light up. "Your next opponent, Ms. Kharia, is famed songstress Honey B. Lovely. She-"

"Oh she fights dirty," Yaana interrupts between handfuls of popcorn, "Poison, drugs, the works. I hear her feral spirit lets you emit some kind of mind control gas - foramanes or something?"

"Pheremones," Metem corrected with gritted teeth. "Thank you for your input, Black Cat, but prematch briefings are part of my job. I'll take it from here." Yaana shrugged and continued to munch on her popcorn. "As I was saying, Honey B. Lovely, as her moniker suggests, fights with the soul of the queen of a vicious, and thankfully extinct, species of giant bee. As our friend here said, this soul not only gives her a vicious stinger and limited flight, but also the ability to produce a potent venom, along with a mind-numbing pheremone used, in its original, natural environment, to subdue prey and keep the colony docile and obedient. Fortunately, I've already taken the liberty of procuring a gas mask for you, which should keep you safe from that angle of attack. So long as you avoid her stinger and her natural charms, you should be able to win this fight hands down. Any questions?"

"Yeah. Why is she here?" Kharia asked, gesturing towards Yaana with a thumb.

"Told you, I wanna watch you fight. And as a fellow fighter, I'm entitled to free front row seats."

"Unfortunately, live audiences are prohibitted from viewing Honey B.'s combat performances ever since the incident," Metem replied, "so you'll have to watch on-screen like everyone else. If you're ready, Kharia, it'll just be a quick call to her agent and we can start the match." Kharia nodded and stood from the couch, causing Yaana to immediately take advantage of the extra space by lying down. Metem handed her a gas mask, which she affixed to her face before heading to the exhibition elevator. The door sealed shut with a quiet hiss of air, and she heard Metem's voice over the loudspeakers above. "Ladies, gentlemen, Arcadion fans of all sorts, welcome to tonight's match. In the blue corner we have our defender, the superstar sensation who's swept us off our feet time and again, it's Honey! B.! Lovely!" Though no applause could be heard from the arena, prerecorded cheers erupted from the small screen in the elevator itself. The lift slowed to a stop and the door slid open. "And in the red corner! A fresh-faced fighter, the upcoming upstart, the bane of the former King of Resolve, none other than Khariaaaaaaa Adarrrrrrkiiiiim!" Kharia strolled from the elevator onto the arena floor, waving to a few of the orbiting camera drones. The vacant arena made her feel small, but she focused on her opponent, a blonde hyruan woman.

"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing? Hope you're not ridin' too high off your beginner's luck, darlin', because I won't be goin' easy on ya'," she called across the ring. "Oh manager? My song, if you wouldn't mind."

"Let the match begin!" Metem's voice rang out, and a cheery electronic tune began to play over the speakers. Honey B. reached up to her regulator, gave it a few short taps, and was engulfed in a golden light. As the transformation ended, Kharia's foe was a hyur no longer, but a towering hybrid of insectile and human features. Her dark, spine covered form stood in stark contrast to the upbeat pop music in the background. As Kharia drew her scythe, her foe summoned a lance and dashed forward with astonishing speed. Kharia felt a brief tug on her jacket as Veronica opened a hellgate and dragged her out of the charge's path.

"Focus on the spear, not the chick holding it," her avatar chastised. Kharia rolled her eyes.

"I was going to block, Ronni", she mumbled, "but thanks." As Honey B. reoriented herself after her opponent's sudden displacement, Kharia threw a few darts of hellfire while the bee-woman's guard was down, then lept into the air. Shifting her momentum into her scythe, she careened downwards with a heavy slice. A deft dodge on Honey B.'s part caused the floor of the arena to become gouged out - solid, Kharia noted, not glass like the last match. She rolled forward to continue her movement, dodging a few rapid jabs from stingers formed from the ends of Honey B.'s twintails.

"Not bad, sweetie, not bad," Honey B. crooned. "I'd say we're nice and warmed up now. Hope you don't need to catch your breath." A faint pink mist began to coalesce, though Kharia's mask held firm. She advanced on her insectile foe with a barrage of slashes, each near miss providing a windup for the next blow, forcing Honey B. to retreat.

"Let me take a few swings," Veronica demanded, and Kharia receeded, feeling the voidsent's dark aether flow across her body. Veronica cackled wildly as she threw more strength into each blow, increasing the speed of her swings, forcing Honey B. to use her lance to deflect blows coming too swiftly to dodge. Veronica lifted her free hand, and an array of crimson crystals erupted from the floor, sending her target skyward. Rather than falling to the ground, however, she unfurled her wings and stablizied midair. Veronica's brief confusion provided the window she was looking for, and she hurled her lance downwards. Veronica poured her last bit of strength into a ward to mitigate the worst of the blow, but nonetheless was left with a gash upon her bicep.

"Metem told us she could fly you idiot!" Kharia's soul hissed. "You go recharge while I try bringing her down." The surge of aether faded, and the xaela's black and red aura dimmed as she dodged a strike from one of Honey B.'s stingers. The lance behind Kharia wobbled, and as it began to return to Honey B.'s outstretched hand, Kharia bashed it with the haft of her scythe, causing it to go awry and pierces one of the bee-woman's wings. She cried out, more in surprise than pain, and Kharia prepared to press her advantage when her arm was suddenly wracked with pain. Glancing sideways, she was in her periphery dark purple venom seeping into her open wound, the prior injury now seething with a sharp burning sensation. Honey B. landed with a smirk.

"Oh, don't tell me one little ol' sting is enough to take you out," she taunted. "I thought you were made of tougher stuff than that." Kharia gritted her teeth and wove a simple balming spell to suppress the pain before leaping in for another blow. Honey B.'s lance caught her blade, and the two struggled face to face to break the clash. "That's more like it," her foe whispered, "it's more fun when they put up a fight." Kharia saw her stingers shift out of the corner of her eye, and broke away to dodge two ground-shattering blows. Honey B. dashed from the smoke with a speed that caught the xaela off-guard, and while she managed to absorb the latest strike with her weapon, the impact sent her careening, landing on the stone floor of the arena with a thud - and a sharp crack from her mask. As she returned to her feet to regain eye contact with her enemy, she noticed a faint, sweet aroma. Rather than contemplate the fragrance further, however, she narrowed her vision onto her enemy, shifting once again through space to dodge a venomous lance-strike. As she emerged from the hellsgate, however, she was caught by one of Honey B.'s stinging tendrils clubbing her in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of her, and on reflex, Kharia gasped, before immediately cursing herself as a sticky-sweet taste filled her mouth. She scrambled to her feet and began to feel at her mask for the crack, trying to cover it with her off hand. "Ready to give up?" her foe asked mockingly. "Manager mentioned you don't use a regulator. It'd be such a waste to kill a pretty little darlin' like yourself, so why don't you be a good girl and concede?" Kharia narrowed her eyes and stifled a cough, leveling a hellfire-wreathed weapon at her enemy. Honey B. narrowly dodged as blackened blades rose from the ground. She grinned wickedly, saying "Well! If you won't come quietly, then I suppose I've no choice but to make you come loudly." Kharia's brow furrowed in confusion. She'd never hear that saying before. Maybe it was an Alexandrian thing? Distracted by the oddly-worded goad, she was almost hit by a fierce slash, which tore through her jacket a hair's breadth from her skin. She could feel the room tilt ever so slightly, and willed herself to fight through the myriad of debilitations caused by Honey B.'s chemical attacks. Preparing to guard again, she noticed that her rival had paused to whisper something into a linkpearl.

"Oh dear," Metem's voice echoed in the empty arena, "there seem to be, eh, technical difficulties, with the cameras. I'm very sorry everyone, we'll have to schedule a rematch. But my, what a show!" Kharia's muscles burned from the venom, and buckled, forcing her to lean on her scythe for support.

"Hope you don't mind if I keep the cameras rolling, sweetpea," Honey B. said with a sly grin. She strolled towards Kharia, and lifted her chin with the flat of her spear. "But a very special part of my audience will pay quite handsomely for this footage." Kharia glared at her defiantly.

"I didn't... surrender... yet..." she growled, though in truth she could hardly stand. Honey B. chuckled and with a swift strike of one of her stingers shattered Kharia's gas mask.

"Darlin', you lost the moment I cracked that mask of yours. But it's been a while since someone put up a fight like that." She circled Kharia slowly, like a beast entrapping its prey. Her stingers flicked rapidly and with precision, shredding Kharia's jacket. "And all that excitement's gotten me quite warmed up. But if you can... entertain me further, then we can call tonight a draw. What do you say?" Kharia drowsily turned to face her foe, head buzzing. The cocktail of substances in her system meant she had no chance of hiding her surprise when she saw that, at some point, her competition had removed what little clothing she'd be wearing to begin with. Kharia's face flushed a deep emerald color, her pulse quickened, and she found herself unable - or perhaps, unwilling - to look away. "Oh, but it must be so hard to think right now, isn't it, you poor thing? You head must be so fuzzy... But I can take good care of you. Come here," she teased, beckoning with a single finger.

Kharia's thoughts blurred, and she felt herself shuffle a few steps towards her former opponent before falling to the ground. She felt tendrils wrap around her wrists, lifting her to her knees. She felt a hand gently stroking her hair, before taking a firm grip and pulling on her head. The faint, sweet, pleasant smell of the arena all at once intensified, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"My my, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've gotten even more worked up than me," Honey B. cooed. "I'm certain a good little slut like you doesn't need instructions, does she?" Kharia tried, desperately, to come up with some kind of retort or argument, but words were too hard to form, and her burning, desperate need overrode any thoughts or reservations she may have had. She craned her neck, and gently, nervously lapped at her rival's nectar. The taste filled her mind with stars, and she picked up her pace, diving deeper and hungrier with each passing moment. Honey B. let out a low, soft moan.

"That's a good girl... you certainly know your place, don't you darlin'?" she whispered breathily. She released Kharia's arms, and the xaela quickly wrapped them around the bee-girl's thighs, squeezing her ass and driving her face deeper, eliciting an even louder moan. "Gods, I... Kharia, was it? Gods... Slow down, just a moment," she panted, pulling Kharia's face back. The auri girl was panting as well, needily struggling to return to Honey B.'s lips, tongue lapping desperately in the air. Honey B. crouched down and pulled Kharia's mouth to her own. The pathetic xaela's tongue dove greedily into her mouth, and the former hyur returned the gesture. Kharia let out a deep, urgent moan, pressing further into her partner, who obliged, leaning back and sitting on the arena floor. Kharia kissed her hungrily, as if getting her tongue deeply enough into her lover would quell the burning sensation flooding her body. She slid her hand from Honey B.'s hip, along her waist, and to her breast, cupping it briefly before giving a firm squeeze. The bee-girl responded in kind, dragging her nails along Kharia's back and tugging gently at the waistband of her jeans. Kharia fumbled blindly at the button with her free hand, assisting her partner in removing one the last bits of clothing adorning either of them. She let out a half-moan, half-yelp as she felt a playful slap on her ass, and shivered as the hand drifted around her waist, a pair of gentle fingers teasing her throbbing erection before tracing further down and sinking into her soaked, desperate cunt. At finally getting the stimulation she craved, Kharia let out a long, loud groan of pleasure.

"Yes, please... please fuck me..." she whimpered, grinding against her partner's hand. Honey B. obliged, thrusting her fingers deeper, grinding the palm of her hand against the base of the xaela's twitching cock.

"I'm sure that's not all you wanted, sweetie," she purred. "But I can't give you what you want if you don't ask." Kharia alternated between whines and moans for several agonizing moments.

"Please... make... make me cum... " she panted, fingers curling against her partner's breasts. Her hips rocked of their own volition.

"Address me properly, pet."

"Make me cum mistress... please, I need to! I'll be your good girl, just let me cum." The words formed on their own - Kharia's thoughts were lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, dizziness, and delirium.

"Good girl~" her mistress praised her. She slid her slick-soaked fingers out of her toy and teased her twitching, throbbing cock once more, lubricating it with Kharia's own fluids. Kharia thrust desperately into her partner's hand, and Honey B. stroked her in kind. What felt like an eternity of blinding pleasure passed, until Kharia uttered a long, breathy moan. Her hips bucked a few times more, and the bee-girl felt thick, warm cum shoot across her arm. Kharia collapsed to the floor next to her and let out a relieved sigh. "Such a good pet," her domme whispered in her ear, "but that was just a warm-up. I haven't finished playing with you just yet." She traced a single finger down the length of Kharia's still-hard member. "Not to worry, though. My venom will ensure you won't need to take any breaks."

[mariekavanagh]

Good luck for your oral exam! (even though you most likely will see this after you have finished it,)

How close are you from becoming a professional veterinary nurse?

Also, this might be very selfish of me to ask but (only) if you have the time could you make a short vignette relating to the blacks, I'm so thirsty for this type of content. Also, I think you're a brilliant writer and I love your stories! (you don't have to reply to this if you don't want to) sorry for my bad english I'm not native.

Thanks for the luck, it must have come in handy, because I passed my exam! Truly thought I'd failed it but apparently I did something right after all.

I just have my final practical exams in June to go, and then I'll finally be able to register as a veterinary nurse :)

I haven't yet gotten back into the swing of writing properly, but I do have a snippet I can share with you, which was originally meant to be released around Christmas a couple of years ago but I never did get round to properly finishing it. In spite of this, I hope you enjoy it :)

25th December 1959

The sound of the church bells chiming in the near distance caused the baby in Walburga’s arms to stir in his sleep. Walburga shot an annoyed look in the direction of the window beside where she sat in the corner of the nursery and clutched her son tighter to her, giving him a gentle squeeze to reassure him.

“It’s alright, it’s only the church bells,” she murmured to him. “Quite the annoyance, I know, but what can we do? It is Christmas, after all”

In many ways, this Christmas morning bore an almost identical resemblance to the previous three Christmases of Walburga’s married life. She and Orion had shared a traditional breakfast of smoked salmon and champagne, had exchanged their gifts before the Christmas tree in the parlour (a far more modest specimen compared to its counterpart in the drawing room), and had wished one another a happy Christmas with a peck on the cheek before parting ways to prepare for the day’s festivities.

Except, instead of heading straight back to her bedroom as she ought, Walburga had taken a detour which took her up a floor to the nursery. She’d hurried up the staircase, hitching up her skirts in her haste, a smile creeping across her lips.For unlike the last few Christmases, this year Walburga had far more reason to be in good cheer. The most joyous of reasons.

Sirius Orion had been fast asleep when she’d arrived. At not yet two months old, there was little else he did besides sleep. Though when he was not in a state of peaceful slumber, he was already proving himself capable of kicking up quite a storm, when something was amiss or otherwise, if his nursemaid was to be believed.

And what with the silencing charms placed around the room to prevent his cries from disturbing the rest of the house, Walburga was left with little choice but to believe the girl’s reports.

The sleeping baby stirred as Walburga reached a hand into his cot to stroke the soft wisps of black hair coating his head, letting out feeble whimpers as he awoke.

“Here, ma’am, let me. He won’t settle for ages if he properly gets going”

The nursemaid, a young, rough spoken Londoner - a slip of a witch, at barely twenty - attempted to place herself in front of the child’s mother to take over. A grave mistake.

“That won’t be necessary” Walburga said sharply, her hackles raised defensively as she stood firm, guarding the spot directly in front of her child. “I will sit with him for a while. I presume you have some other tasks to be getting on with, in the meantime?”

Having received her dismissal in no uncertain terms, the girl paused for a moment before uttering a stiff “Yes, ma’am” and bobbed the slightest of curtsies before leaving the room. Her attitude teetered on the brink of impertinence, in Walburga’s view. She supposed the silly young witch was feeling a tad put out at having her request for two days’ leave to make the journey to the far east of the city to visit her family for Christmas refused. Surely she knew that such a thing would be out of the question when she accepted the position, Walburga thought to herself as she lifted Sirius out of the cot and into her arms. He let out a sleepy whimper at the movement before settling against her, quietining once more. Of course, there was always the option of hiring a replacement nursemaid for the duration of the girl’s absence, but Walburga had been extremely reluctant to even consider it. She’d scarcely begun to fully trust this one with her infant son’s care.

With the still-sleepy Sirius cradled in her arms, Walburga crossed the room to sit in the armchair in the corner, by the window overlooking the snowy rooftops of London.The baby had taken a few moments to settle once she’d sat down, long enough for Walburga to worry that perhaps she was holding him wrong, upsetting him in some way.

Don’t be absurd, she told herself firmly as she tightened her grip reassuringly. You are his mother. Of course you know how to hold him.

There she sat, in the quiet of the room, the silence broken only by the crackling of the firewood and the child’s occasional sleepy snuffles. This was the only place Walburga found true contentment anymore. Here, alone with her son, in blissful silence.

Until those accused church bells went off, that was.

Walburga felt a wave of anxiousness wash over her as Sirius began to stir again, disturbed by the noise.

“Shh, it’s alright” she tried to reassure him as he let out a little cry, holding him tighter to her. “Go back to sleep”

It took a few moments of persuasion, but at last, he began to quieten and settled against her once more. Walburga breathed a sigh of relief - but still she felt uneasy.

She was not looking forward to the day ahead. Before too long she would have to give up her moment of contentment and, as tradition dictated, depart for Noire House with her husband for the annual Christmas festivities, the main event of the day being the sumptuous feast of a Christmas dinner which the house’s small army of house elves had no doubt been slaving over since the early hours of the morning.

It was an event which Walburga found tedious at the best of times. From the endless parroting of seasonal well-wishes to the slowly-building tension within the room as her father’s jibes at her brother’s lack of a son within his brood became steadily less joking with each glass of wine, the entire day felt like one great charade each year. Feigning the impression of a big, happy family for the sake of the festive occasion, with not one person present ever willing to admit that the entire performance was built on the need to appear as one big, united unit as opposed to any of them being there as a gesture of genuine affection.

They were Blacks, after all. They didn’t do gestures of affection.

But surely, Walburga thought to herself as she stared down at her sleeping son in her arms, she ought not to care about any of that anymore. After four long, painful years, she had at last been granted the greatest of gifts. Her firstborn son and the next heir of the Black dynasty. This Christmas, Walburga Black had greater reason than ever to be filled with festive cheer.

So why, she asked herself as she tightened her hold around her baby, did she feel so wretchedly unhappy?

[fivekrystalpetals]

So freaking this happened and

me immediately: his waist looks real huggable

*ahem* me: I was scared for no reason ofc they'd have a plan!

also me:

do you know how long I waited for an actual fight scene for Break??? It's been said several times that he is the strongest and best swordsman in the Pandora yet we have only two or three fights: one, with Cheshire which is overruled bc Cheshire was a chain and no match up against Break's Mad Hatter anyway,, and two, against Fang which lasted for too little and gave me more heart attacks bc idk which one of them is gonna die I couldn't even enjoy it properly but here..... I know he isn't gonna die bc Sharon and Shirley are here as his lucky charms so!!!! I am here with popcorn and screaming you go Break!!!!

(I am gonna put up the whole of Retrace 86/87 here and nobody can stop me)

So, I got my answer to the origins of the Mad Hatter. I assumed this might be the case, but the dimension was breaking apart while she was stating her wish so.... I didn't think it likely that she could have provided him with a chain at a time like that. Also, to think she gave him a 'destroying' chain to destroy herself, who is a creature of the Abyss </3

Shelley was such a sweet person (no, to be honest, all of the Rainsworth ladies are genuinely so sweet and caring,, I am sorry I had placed you ladies on my list of suspects as well in the beginning)

I wish we could have seen more of her, she must have made quite an impression on Break if it's her name he utters in a fatal situation;-;

Break, put this baby Sharon in your pocket for good luck :)

And now onto what I had been waiting all along--

--watching Break go all BAMF mode fjskjgkslla;me chanting: iwantthisanimatediwantthisanimatediwantthisanimatEDhfjsgjksl PLEASE I WANT THIS ANIMATED :(((

HE IS SO FAST OMG LOOK AT ALL THOSE ACTION LINES AJJGSKL

ok this was ruthlessly hot of him, he just chopped off a guy's head just like that not even bothering to look back at him ;-;

realizing how dangerous Break can get in situations like this-- he goes full Kevin Legnard mode

also this panel of Break is 🔥

hehehehe including my ship here because yay!! they are trying to kill each other!!! yay!!!!

the problem with shipping enemies-to-lovers is precisely this:

you are cheering for both sides of the conflict yet want neither one to die yet want both of them to win yet you know it's impossible and one is gonna die unless they ally for some reason but no reason exists and neither one relents yet--

in any case, can we talk about how smart Lottie is? (I had to go back and add this to my Lottie appreciation post because I was so impressed lol)

Had it not been for Shirley, Break might have lost here, died even,, because what she says is right. He is fighting but he has not at all healed from his previous injuries from his unnecessary fight against Fang (which, thanks to Vincent, got aggravated, seriously what's the sewer rat's problem?!),, so he is fighting for and with his life. Using his chain only adds to burden that his body can't take. lol, and so what a simple logic she uses-- just stay away from him by a certain distance, out of Mad Hatter's range and don't throw your chains against it either. He would self-destruct by himself ;-; (Break looks so annoyed here, he must have realized that her logic would work.)

Now...... I understand why everyone calls her the scariest lady in the Pandora omg the dangerous look in her eye (she has grown into a sort of mature beauty now compared to her young, childish and fresh beauty back then lol);

also, I love how his family doesn't treat his increasing disability as a handicap instead try to make use of whatever resource they have at hand to aid him regardless

He really killed all the Baskervilles except for Lottie, Lily and Doug who have Endgame-Stop-Glen-sama-Plot-Armor ig? (or...... no ha not possible right? I am getting too delululu and no I won't elaborate lol) poor those new Baskervilles,, they were only brought to be cannon fodder for Break's badass fight scene lmao

and then, we get Echo/Zwei appearing on scene with Ada as hostage and more at 10--

but I do have a complaint: I feel like Break knew/realized that Echo was Zwei? Had he let Oz and co. know of his suspicions at least (the way he did for Vincent) Uncle Oscar could have been alive....... ;-; or maybe, it's just my delusions ;-; Uncle Oscar should have been alive,, he should have the chance to be with the kids at the end ;-; at least he got to let Oz know his heartfelt wish and passed with a smile on his face so..... that's something? 😭😭

[shinakazami1]

• previous ask anon here! I saw the positive response on my last ask so might as well say some more (imagine getting happy from being praised on your own praise, can't be me/j)

• you may feel like Dear Stanley doesn't get many reads but I assure you, if the fic was a youtube video I would put it on loop (they are so silly and the metaphors and the way he cared so much about those little details?? same fr)

• Tomato getting more content. oh no. my heart. you better prepare to pay for the damages that will be inflicted on my soul.

• I decided to tour your ao3 works and read Bad Luck! …I checked all the tags, no worries. (Love, Falling and All Things did came up first but it's in a series so I put it for later)

• 27k. That one hour of reading was quite something. It's so wrong but it's so good?? keyboard smashes I won't dive into details here, but the words hold so much feelings. They are so,,,a (Fanfic writers my beloved good job you two) Question: how are their lives after that. are they happy like really truly happy. it's an au but i need to know if my blorbos are ok.

• I'm probably going to read the soulmate bodyswap series next, and I'm really excited since 1. omg tooth-rotting fluffy gay men, I need this and 2. planetariums, aquariums and animal facts are my absolute favourites stop hitting my soft spots (once again thank goodness for fanfic writers amen)

• sorry if this is too long and possibly confusing! I'm not the best at writing anything out...maybe retreating to ao3 comment sections now that I know anonymous/no account commenting exists (because of you, I finally found out about it after all these years, thanks). Have a nice 365 days!

Anon please my gosh I just opened tumblr and I saw I had a message and just to hear my reaction for your comment meant a lot means a lot to me ofahioasi we are rn in a very silly loop and just please know I told my close buds about you writing these asks and just it means so much to me, and to see you wrote such a long comment (I checked, wow, 307 words, dude I appreciate you sm if you would ever want to reveal yourself be my guest IOHFSOIFSAO I just, I truly appreciate you)

Now lemme just respond to each point under the cut but PLEASE THIS IS NOT CONFUSING NOR TOO LONG THIS IS JUST SO PRECIOUS

Dude I am so glad you liked the metaphors!! I really wanted to make him project onto different things and just, Narrator feels like a man who would care so much about details that others wouldn't

If I ever get back to writing haha, but the prequel is gonna be a cute slowburn of how they got together (no angst tho haha noooo sir don't look how I mostly write angst hahahaah h a ) ; while sequel is their trip to the mountains which would have similar tone to the original!! But gosh thank you you really make me want to write it hehe

Bad Luck is one of my collabs with a user who left TSP community so now I am left as the only creator listen but they were the ones who came up with the idea for that and Good Luck Charm, which is the fic this one kinda comes from !! We were a bit scared if people would think we agree with Stanley's actions (esp since I was the one who wrote them fihfsoiafsih) but I am glad you like it! And well - we actually discussed it and haha no they are not good they are far from good in that au, what we intended to do was (SPOILER: DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW IF I EVER WRITE IT) that Stanley would confess to Narrator that he drugged him and Narrator would be very mad but since he got bitten and it was found out that he was omega, he would lose his job since the world is omegaphobic and Stanley would only later learn just of how much he fucked up. But since the damage is done and Leo would not want him to have easy way out, they kinda stay together and Stanley develops and anxiety disorder. They kinda make it all work and let themselves explore the feelings but Leo never forgives and good for him, good for that man

Gosh to hear you want to keep on reading my work???? That just means so much to me??? I wrote this one with Surf and the amount of silliness that series has just still makes me giddy with how I pulled some of my fav moments in my TSP fanfics so I hope you will not only have a nice read but if you do write, you will share your opinion if you will want to!!

You reminded me I have to check ao3 iohfashiosafois I haven't really been logging in so I prob been slacking off with responses but please, wherever you choose to write, it will always mean so much to me. You already spending time writing the first thing meant for me a ton, esp since this semester has been hard and I've been in art block overall but please anon, know that your words truly make me feel not only good but just grateful to you. Know that your words mean more than you can imagine and they can affect people in a good way. Thank you <3 Have lovely 365 days! (or 365/2 days, if you are a Kingdom Hearts fan)

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Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job #46: “Lucky” | April 5, 2010 - 12:30AM | S05E06

We start this one off with a Kids Break. This time the kids are fully gothed-out. Tim’s trouble is that his father lost his job and now he resorts to eating his boogers as a meal replacement. This is especially disgusting and off-putting, so much so that when I watched this episode in VLC I bolted out of my chair to turn it off when the episode looped and this played for a second time. There might be worse Kid Breaks, but there also might not be. Hard to say! 

This one is one of my least favorite wraparounds: Tim has a “Musky Tusk” Necklace, which supposedly gives him good luck. You have to rub dead animals on it to activate it’s charms. They sorta dash this one off, being very disrespectful to their viewers. Hell, I got high for this one and not even that made me do smiles. They did get Ron Lynch to do a voice-over for a Musky Tusk pitch, which is the strongest part of the whole wraparound. I have a mild respect for them cutting to the closing credits early, but Space Ghost already did that, son. I hate how this one ends! 

Okay, sketches now. A sketch about Pierre using “dream cream”, a topical ointment you apply to your torso so you can have wonderful dreams. Pierre dreams that he’s hanging out with a beautiful boy and his dad. They have a cookout, where Pierre is slightly flirty with both of them. He only vocalizes his attraction to the dad, though. In one fairly dicey scene, Pierre hand feeds the boy various meats, including a hot dog. He’s also really pleased with the internet situation while looking at “sites for dads”, murmuring “megabytes per second must be in the billions!” Pierre’s dream eventually turns out to be a nightmare after the cream gets into his mouth, which you’re not supposed to let happen. 

This sketch actually wound up being a headache for Tim & Eric. The suggestively creepy things going on between Pierre and the boy in particular are a little squirmy. I always took the humor to simply be about Pierre being mindlessly inappropriate, and I don’t think the joke is supposed to be that he’s definitely a pedophile. He’s attracted to boys because it means a dad is nearby. That’s my take, anyway. But having a child present during a pseudo-sexual encounter is pretty eyebrow-raising.

This episode was actually briefly withdrawn from repeats because, I believe, the child actor’s parents weren’t pleased with the final sketch. I remember I actually attended an Adult Swim comic-con panel after this aired and somebody asked Tim & Eric why this episode hadn’t been rerun yet. Tim said it had something to do with being sloppy with paperwork, like they didn’t get a release signed properly or something. I vaguely recall Tim being asked about it on Office Hours and him saying something closer to what I’m alleging had happened.

My personal theory is that Tim & Eric were legally in the clear for the sketch, but just didn’t wanna upset the kid’s family and decided the moral thing to do would be to alter the sketch. So, they animated a disgusting-looking cartoon boy over the real kid to erase all traces of the child actor in the sketch. This is the version that is currently in circulation. It appeared on the DVD, and is streaming on Max. I managed to dig up a version originally sourced from Amazon, which apparently had the original cut available in HD for a brief moment. Thank piracy that it still exists.

This came back to haunt them in recent years. Pedo-panic got ramped up with shit like QAnon, and a lot of it was bogus and was wielded as a political tool. Sam Hyde’s fans in particular went after Tim & Eric, pointing towards stuff like this, and Steve Mahanahan’s child clown outlet sketches in particular. I was a fairly regular viewer of Tim Heidecker’s Office Hours, and I actually remember people calling in and trying to put Tim’s feet to the fire about this sketch. At one point one of them accused Tim of molesting his young neighbor; the kid who stabbed him while on drugs during the Tom Goes to the Mayor days. Tim actually hosted a special evening edition of his show to address this, when some Barstool Sports guy tried to pile on Tim and Eric for their child-clown related comedy.

Another recurring sketch: Lucky Duck, where Tim plays a downtrodden simpleton who winds up, through luck, getting minor upgrades during customer service situations. He’s served a large orange juice when he ordered a small, and the waitress lets him keep it. His economy hotel room is unavailable, so he gets upgraded to a regular room which includes a continental breakfast and complimentary orange juice. A very brief, seconds-long snippet of a would-be full-fledged third sketch showing him walking directly into a pool while a glass or orange juice sits in the foreground plays after the credits. This actually was meant to be a full scene, and can be found on the DVD (or on this youtube playlist).

The Lucky Duck bit is hysterical, but, uh, Tim is basically just playing a guy with downs syndrome. It’s extremely evident from his look. I sorta buy into the possibility that it’s almost a mistake. So many of Tim & Eric’s characters bump right up to the definition of being mentally disabled, but rarely do they actually read that way during shallow observation. I can envision Tim concocting this look, being drunk on laughter as it comes together, and that overpowering his sense of decency to not do it (or even think not to do it). Lotta people have been there, bro. I vaguely recall Tim referring to this on Office Hours and kinda tugged his collar as if he got away with something. He’s off scot-free, and I respect it. 

Last but not lease, this episode has the fairly funny Cinco Bro-oche, which is acted by the same company of men who did the eye-tanning sketch from whatever season that was. This one’s a bit of a rehash, in that all the same convoluted procedures for that are also required for this. It also involves installing a screw hole directly into your torso to screw the Bro-oche into. I do think this is the maybe the strongest version of this sketch. Such a pleasingly dumb concept, and little touches like calling the peace sign “the peace signal” really make me smile. 

Aside from the too-gross Kids Break, and the very lame wraparounds, this one has a lotta good in it. Lucky Duck and the Bro-Oche in particular are well-crafted, with the Dream Cream bit being a little sloppy, but with a lotta funny moments. That wraparound though is a Musky Bust.

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I have to respectfully but strongly disagree with you about the Space Ghost room half episode. I thought it was hilarious and a much needed step up from the Gametap schlock. I loved everyone understandably hating the movie

I forgive you for disagreeing with me. I think I oversold my dislike of those bumpers. I liked 'em fine, really, and I wasn't being very generous by saying they were merely a cut above the GameTap episodes. They just didn't match my memories of the first time seeing them. It's more like splitting the difference between Gametap and an average episode of Coast to Coast. Plenty to like!