#holly sallow

[daffodilldoodles]

since art fight is over... heres all attacks i made on @the-dist-ortionist bc HIS CHARACTERS ARE SO FUN TO DRAW (we made a crazy promise of a giant revenge chain)

[the-dist-ortionist]

Redraw of old art I exclusively posted on artfight

[kiwiplaetzchen]

Oh~

Don't mind me. Just lying on the floor because of a feckin' CUTENESS OVERLOAD THANKS YOU @esolean!!!

PREPARE YOUR EYES!! AND HEART!!

Because mine is still recovering.

@esolean, my lovely Cupcake!! Thank you so much!! 💚🥹

[shipperoffanonships]

WTF?!?!?!!?!?!?!

Sooooo Isidora Morganach and Anne Sallow are voiced by the same actress.

[pupsmailbox]

MOTH︰BUTTERFLY ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　acantha.　adela.　adley.　aetheria.　aiden.　ainsley.　alis.　allison.　amos.　angle.　ankova.　antler.　apollo.　apple.　arches.　arden.　argent.　ari.　aruna.　ashworth.　aspen.　asteria.　astralyn.　atlas.　barberry.　bay.　bee.　belina.　bellamy.　belle.　blair.　blake.　blossom.　bright.　brighton.　bryn.　butter.　butterfleigh.　butterfly.　cadi.　cai.　calesia.　cali.　canary.　carson.　cayana.　chai.　cherry.　chouko.　cinnabar.　cistus.　clancy.　clifden.　cloud.　clover.　cosmia.　crimson.　daisy.　dakota.　december.　dewick.　dorian.　dot.　dusk.　dust.　eclipse.　eilira.　eilliot.　ellison.　elnora.　emerald.　ermina.　ermine.　esmerelda.　esther.　evelyn.　evern.　falena.　fern.　finley.　fisher.　flora.　fly.　flynn.　forest.　fox.　foxglove.　galatea.　galium.　garnet.　ghost.　ginny.　greta.　grey.　haden.　haven.　hawk.　haworth.　hayden.　heath.　herald.　hesperia.　holli.　hollis.　isabella.　ismeria.　isola.　jael.　jayden.　jersey.　july.　june.　juniper.　juno.　kahli.　kai.　karran.　karson.　kentish.　kimko.　kit.　kori.　lace.　lackey.　langmaid.　lepida.　light.　luca.　lucy.　luna.　lunar.　malam.　maple.　march.　mariposa.　marlow.　marrow.　mars.　may.　micah.　mirza.　mocha.　molie.　monroe.　moth.　mothra.　mothy.　nettle.　november.　oak.　ocaria.　oleander.　opal.　palmyra.　paru.　parvaneh.　peach.　pearl.　pepper.　pine.　pinion.　plume.　poppy.　psyche.　quinn.　reed.　reid.　rekoa.　remi.　riband.　ricki.　robin.　rose.　rosy.　rowan.　ruby.　rufous.　sable.　saffron.　saga.　saige.　scarlet.　scotch.　sibylla.　silver.　skyler.　sula.　swift.　tara.　tate.　tatum.　tawny.　tera.　thora.　tiger.　una.　vanessa.　violet.　virginia.　weaver.　winter.　wren.　yara.　zephyr.　zephyra.　zion.　zoumi.

PRONOUNS ⌇　admir/admiral.　ant/antenna.　anten/antenna.　antler/antler.　apple/apple.　blood/blood.　blue/blue.　bu/butterfly.　bug/bug.　butter/butterfly.　carpet/carpet.　chalk/chalk.　cherry/cherrie.　chrysalis/chrysali.　clear/clearwing.　cloud/cloud.　cocoo/cocoon.　cocoon/cocoon.　dagger/dagger.　dark/dark.　dew/dew.　dot/dot.　dusk/dusk.　dust/dust.　erm/ermine.　eye/eye.　flame/flame.　flap/flap.　flow/flower.　flu/fluttflutter.　fluff/fluff.　fluff/luff.　flutter/flutter.　fly/fly.　forest/forest.　fri/fritillary.　frit/fritillery.　goat/goat.　gold/gold.　hair/hairstreak.　hawk/hawk.　hawk/hawkmoth.　heart/heart.　hide/hide.　hook/hook.　in/insect.　insect/insect.　lace/lace.　lamp/lamp.　leaf/leaf.　lepidoptera/lepidoptera.　light/light.　lu/luna.　luna/luna.　lunar/lunar.　maple/maple.　mo/monarch.　mo/moth.　mocha/mocha.　moon/moon.　mor/morpho.　moth/moth.　nec/nectar.　night/night.　night/night.　nocturnal/nocturnal.　noct/nocturnal.　oak/oak.　plume/plume.　reed/reed.　riph/ripheu.　rose/rose.　sallow/sallow.　shark/shark.　sil/silk.　silk/silk.　small/small.　snout/snout.　squeak/squeak.　squeak/squeaker.　stripe/stripe.　sul/sulphur.　swa/swallow.　swa/tail.　swall/swallowtail.　swift/swift.　tiny/tiny.　tuss/tussock.　wax/waxe.　wing/wing.　☁️ . ⭐️ . 🌕 . 💡 . 🦋 .

[artzyleen]

I DIED AND CAME BACK TO LIFE 😭🫦

''Make love to the camera''

[quibbler-quirks]

Perfect Imperfections - Ominis x fem!Reader

Summary: Ominis asks MC to the Yule Ball. Or at least that was his plan.

Word count: 1.5k

Tags/warnings: she/her pronouns, a little bit of angst, assumed Triwizard Champion MC

A/N: Thank you for all of the love for my first post! I am truly not a writer, but Ominis has been bringing me lots of comfort. Just a little scenario I thought of~ I hope you enjoy!

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It was a terrible misunderstanding really.

Upon the end of her fifth year, MC had thought she had seen all the wizarding world had to offer. Magical prowess beyond her wildest dreams, a goblet of flames spitting out perfectly unburnt paper, and friends that seemed to transcend consequence. That is why strolling into the Transfiguration Courtyard as silent snowflakes fell from the sky, she could not understand why the pale hands of a certain Ominis Gaunt were in the hands of a particularly bubbly Anne Sallow.

It was not as if Ominis and MC were officially courting, but MC had thought after what had happened in their fifth year, they truly had a chance to become friends in their sixth and seemingly more in their seventh.

In her unoccupied hand, Anne held a beautiful bouquet of white roses and snowdrops, sprinkled with opulent green ferns and frosted holly berries. The perfect bouquet to ask someone to the Yule Ball with and with sudden clarity, it all made sense. Ominis had invited Anne to the Ball and not herself. Of course, nothing could triumph a childhood love, especially not after going through extreme measures to find a cure for Anne. MC knew Ominis had cared deeply for Anne throughout their search, but she felt embarrassed by her own ignorance realizing his care was out of love for the Sallow twin. 

With the sight of the bouquet blurring, MC continued hastily through the courtyard into the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower, hoping no one could see the tears that welled in her eyes.

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“Bombarda!” a barrel explodes into splinters.

“Confringo!” a suit of armour topples to the ground.

How could she have been so blind? So selfish? While her feelings for the Gaunt boy had blossomed, it did not mean his feelings had done the same. Frustrated between being happy for her friends and heartbroken, MC lashed out spell after spell, aiming at particularly nowhere. The Undercroft was alight with flashes of colours as if someone had set off fireworks. She should be happy for them. Both were such kind souls and had helped each other through thick and thin, but thoughts of how well they matched did not comfort her. Besides, she had bigger things to worry about.

Continuing to bellow out spells, MC did not notice Sebastian had been watching her for some time, unsure of how to stop her. 

Suddenly, the gates of the Undercroft were once again creaking open, but MC’s shouts deafened her senses.

“MC?” called out Ominis.

“She’s been at it for centuries,” Sebastian remarks. “I can’t seem to get her to calm down.”

“What did you do?”

“Why do you always assume it was me?”

“Because it is always you, Sebastian,” Ominis grunts, “if it was not you, then what happened?”

“That… is a fair point,” Sebastian admits in defeat. “I’m not sure, I just know she has been like this since I got here. Practicing for the next challenge maybe? You can give it a go, but I’m going to find somewhere else to read. Good luck.”

The room felt a lot emptier since Ominis had last been there. Hearing Sebastian’s footsteps fade up the stairs, Ominis could also hear just how sharply the spells echoed off of the Undercroft’s stone walls. As if none of the crates and barrels he knew to be placed there existed at all. 

“I’m sorry love,” he whispers, directing his wand to the voice of MC. “Arresto momentum.”

Time suddenly stops for MC and her mouth fails to produce another coherent word.

“Reparo!”

The shattered state of the Undercroft begins to repair itself as Ominis carefully strolls over to MC, bringing down her arms and tucking her body into his chest. He could feel her wet tears seep through his wool jumper. Just how much had she been crying?

“What did you do?” the voice of Anne Sallow shrieks.

“Again, why does everyone always assume it was me!” Sebastian retaliates as the twins reappear at the base of the Undercroft.

Slightly embarrassed his childhood friends might have seen him holding their mutual friend quite intimately, Ominis jumps away, a blush rising to his ears. 

Seeing the tears falling down her best friend’s face, Anne rushes over to MC, bouquet forgotten on the floor, ready to embrace her. “What did my oaf of a brother do this time?”

Suddenly processing the other people present in the Undercroft, MC wipes her tears and tries to compose herself. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you come in! Don’t worry, Sebastian didn’t do anything… this time… that I know of...”

“Hey-” Sebastian starts.

“Never mind him then. My brother said you were crying as he was coming out of the Undercroft. Is everything okay, MC?”

“Yes, no worries! I’m sorry for worrying you! I was just, erm, worried about the upcoming challenge? Lots to practice I’m afraid”

“That’s bullocks,” Sebastian scoffs, “the Second Task isn’t for another two months! You’ll be fine.”

“Well, something must be on your mind,” Anne says, voice laced with concern.

“Maybe it’s just the Triwizard Tournament in general! There’s so much going on! Seriously, Anne, I’m fitter than a Fwooper! I just came from Professor Weasley’s office and I suppose the pressure really got to me,” MC forces a smile, eyes dropping to the fallen bouquet that lay near Ominis’ feet. “Besides, we have the holidays and the Ball to look forward to! We still have to go shopping for your dress, Anne! Even if our dear friend can’t see how stunning you will look, I think it will still be nice to dress up,” she continues to ramble on, gaze unmoving from the bouquet.

Slowly putting together the puzzle pieces, Anne gasps and steps back from MC in shock. Looking at the fallen bouquet, the Gaunt boy’s red ears, then her friend’s tear-stained face, she realizes MC must have seen her and Ominis in the courtyard on her way to the Undercroft. It really was a terrible misunderstanding.

“You, Gaunt, have some fixing to do,” pointing at the poor boy despite his lack of sight. She huffs over, picking up and shoving the bouquet into his arms.

“What did I do?” he pleads, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah! Why do you always assume it’s us?” Sebastian cries out again.

“Boys…” Anne mutters, dragging her brother back up the stairs past the gate. “I think you have something important to address.”

And with a final grit of her teeth, the Sallow twins disappear back into the tower, leaving a baffled MC and an even more confused Ominis.

Feeling the leaves of the once pristine bouquet tickle his chin, Ominis searches his mind for any reason Anne would ruin the surprise he had prepared.

“That really is a lovely bouquet. Anne is very lucky,” MC breaks the silence.

Oh… Oh! Cursing under his breath, Ominis finally understands what Anne had meant. Oh, this was not going according to plan at all.

Eyes opened wide and stammering over his words, Ominis speaks, “No! No, you are mistaken! These aren’t for Anne! Why would I give such a thing to Anne? A bouquet? That’s ridiculous. Not that bouquets are ridiculous or that I wouldn’t give anything to Anne..” Taking a deep breath, he finishes, “This was meant for you.”

Slightly shocked, MC starts, “But I saw you and Anne in the courtyard and I thought–”

“These were meant for you! I mean, these are for you, love.”

“I don’t think I’m quite following.”

Ominis approaches her carefully, reaching out for her hands and gently placing the bouquet in them. “I am asking you if I could have the honour of accompanying you to the Yule Ball.”

MC’s jaw drops in shock. Too stunned to say anything.

“That is if you are not already going with someone. I know it is rather late of me to ask, but I had this whole thing planned where I was going to–”

Then suddenly his words are cut off by the feeling of lips pressed against his. It is short and it is sweet. It is clumsy but evidently full of love. Everything a first kiss could ever be.

Breaking the contact, MC steps back, clutching the bouquet in her arms. “Wow, what a mess and a fool I am… I didn’t think you were going to ask. I would love that very much, Ominis.”

Smiling and reaching out to place his hands on top of MC’s, Ominis chuckles, “What a mess indeed. I apologize for all of the trouble I have caused. Anne actually was the one helping me pick out the flowers for you. I wanted them to be even a fraction as beautiful as you are, little dove.”

“They are perfect.”

“Not as perfect as you.”

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Bonus:

“OH! I UNDERSTAND NOW!” Sebastian shouts. “That sly dog! Took him long enough.”

“Boys…” Anne grumbles again, but holds back a smile as she watches Ominis and MC hand in hand walking across the courtyard where just moments before everything went astray.

[krazykatt111]

DYKB 3

Still love how I drew the butterfly and moth here. Iirc the butterfly is a holly blue and the moth is a green sallow or some other kind of sallow

[oldfashionedmorphine]

well now i can’t say “nobody asked for this…”

(dear anon, i hope this helps!)

fyi—i spend way too much of my time looking things up for this fic… and this is some of what i saved when it came to outfits/hair and also just some basics info/stuff :)

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mike in 2004

hair: styled like johnny depp’s hair in the 90s… he’s kept it shoulder length or longer since 1986—he ditched the bangs at some point in the early 90s! and since he doesn’t dye it, there’s some gray throughout

outfits: white or black t-shirt’s, black jeans, and converse high tops are still his bread-and-butter base. his style is pretty consistent because he’s not a big fan of change—he likes what he likes! it’s just super easy for him to throw something else over a plain t-shirt and walk out the door.

overall: he doesn��t typically keep his face clean-shaven, call it laziness, but sometimes he will wait two weeks or more between picking up a razor. he’s still skinny because he doesn’t always eat right, skipping meals because he gets too distracted with video games, but years of drinking are starting to take a toll and reflect in his skin, at times looking sallow

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will in 2004

hair: styled basically like whatever hayden christensen was doing to his hair in 2003/2004, also not a fan of hair dye, and also as he got older there was a bit more wave to his hair

outfits: wears lots of flannels, band/graphic tees, polos, button ups with sweater vests, jeans/corduroy/khaki pants, adidas/saucony jazz/new balance style sneakers—usually laid back but he will also use any excuse to dress it up! wears square-framed tortoiseshell glasses since 2001 (when he had to renew his driver’s license he couldn’t pass the eyesight test—got his eyes checked and sure enough he needed glasses!)—and included that picture of noah wearing glasses cause when i saw it i was like, wow yeah, that’s not too far off, just change the frames and age him 15 years… lol

overall: usually keeps his face free of any stubble, also has a few gray hairs but not as many as mike and he likes to walk or run for exercise to better keep in shape, in the summer he’s been known to pick up a tan, and he has one tattoo—the word “love” written in morse code under the scar from where nancy burnt him with a hot iron [ .-.. --- ...- . ]

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holly in 2004

(holly is 24, about the same age as kristen bell so I kinda picture her from veronica mars season 1 but with long hair/dyed like cady heron from ��mean girls”—holly watched the movie earlier that year and liked the look!)

outfits: low rise flare jeans, denim jackets, fitted shirts, canvas vans sneakers, low top converse

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el in 2004

hair: long, always past her shoulders at least—she doesn’t like cutting it short for obvious reasons—she also dyes it and never skimps on spending money to maintain it and loves adding things like butterfly clips or barrettes with sparkles

outfits: she loves fashion and experimenting with her wardrobe. lots of delicate details and whimsy. a lot of what claire danes and anne hathaway were wearing 2002-2004

what she’s up to: el never went to college, but attends a few business seminars in between all her world travels and eventually invests some of her government hush money into opening a vintage/antique shop in hawkins that her and joyce run together.

el’s exact outfit from ch 8!

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outfit inspiration for mike + will in 1999 (aka for ch. 15)

mike: black jeans, ochre yellow striped button down, and of course he would’ve worn his typical converse shoes if he had to physically travel to the house that night, but alas… lol

will: brown dress shoes (normally wears sneakers, but for special occasions he gets fancy), light wash denim with navy turtle neck, plus brown leather jacket

(yes… i purposefully made them wear each others colors 😏)

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the mood board i made for nancy + jonathan’s wedding in 1993

(i’ve posted this before but idk how many of you saw it lol)

of course there is more i could add and sadly there’s things i’ve since cleared from my phone like the picture i had saved of a wedding dress i thought nancy would wear… but if there is anything else you’d like to know, i’m always down to talk more about this story! send me a message—you don’t have to stay on anon unless you wanna, but i don’t bite!! ;)

[film-in-my-soul]

I know, I already asked one, but icemav AU: dealers choice?

As agreed upon, Stargate Atlantis AU! Though I'm not gonna lie, this ended up being longer than intended .-.

.⋆｡°✩ Chasing after what might be a ZPM, Maverick and Ice are ambushed by a group of Wraith. ✩°｡⋆.

WARNING: Violence and Hurt/Minor Comfort

Maverick would love to say that the second they stepped through the Stargate it all went to hell, but it didn't, and in hindsight, that makes it worse because it leaves them relaxed when their initial sweep turns up nothing. Combined with the fact they're not even sure they're chasing a ZPM, it's a recipe for a disaster, and they don't even realize it.

Ice gives assurance that his scanner isn't wrong, but Maverick's heard that before, though, and he lets the lead science officer know, accepting the stern glare with a gleeful roll of his eyes. He dutifully follows behind the blond man into the thick forest that's emanating the signal they're chasing, assuring in a whisper that if they wrap up before nightfall, he'll make up for being a brat when they get back to Atlantis. Ice likes it when Maverick works up a bit of a tally anyway, and Maverick enjoys the game of it.

It all feels too calm, but with their last two ground missions leaving the entire team run ragged, Maverick can't help ignoring the small siren wailing in his mind. They're due for an easy in-and-out assignment. Still, he's not team leader for nothing (though Ice would argue it's because someone has to do the real work, and they'd needed Maverick to pick up the slack), so he breaks them off into teams of two, flanking the clustered woods in a wide semi-circle. He and Ice will arrive at the signal first, and with any luck, if they do run into trouble, Wolf, Holly, Slider, and Goose will get there just behind them to help, only stretched out in half-mile sectors.

Of course, that's all easy enough to say and well enough to plan. It doesn't mean that it's guaranteed to work out as well. It doesn't mean that when Maverick and Ice start bickering ("Bet you it's not a zero-point module," "What do I get when you lose?" "Guess you can come to my quarters after dinner and find out if you don't."), heading straight to the little glowing dot on the scanner, Maverick will be able to react when three figures drop, heavy as hell, from above him, taking the both of them to the ground.

In the struggle, before the butt of a rifle is brought down sharply against his temple, and unconsciousness is unavoidable, Maverick catches sight of familiar leather and waxy sallow skin. He has just enough energy to reach, fingernails digging into the soft forest floor toward where Ice is being restrained, the other man's name on his lips before a sweeping blackness swallows up all his thoughts and drags him kicking and screaming into temporary oblivion.

When Maverick comes to, it's with a trickle of blood sluggishly dripping from the point of his chin and nausea rolling up his throat. He's sitting upright, his hands looped behind the tree he's secured to, and across from him, equally as bound, is Ice. The only notable differences are that his lip and left eyebrow are split, his shirt is open, and his uniform jacket is pulled to the sides.

The urge to throw up doubles because Maverick's not an idiot; he knows why the Wraith would do that. He's not made to wonder long if his assumption is correct either because one without a mask, the leader of their three-party trap, steps into Maverick's line of sight and beside Ice, far too close for comfort.

"I will make this simple," the Wraith says, voice low and hissing, its English garbled and rough.

Maveric knashes his teeth, animal instinct kicking wildly in his chest. "Well, it'd be a first for you guys."

The Wraith signals with his head, and from the corner of his eye, Maverick has just enough time to tense his stomach before it's struck hard by a boot, taking his air with it. Tears of pain spring to his eyes, but he refuses to bow and lower his gaze from Ice, who makes a valiant attempt to struggle against the rope holding him.

"Simple," the Wraith repeats, smugness crawling through its tone, making Maverick's skin crawl with disgust. It raises one hand and slowly, tauntingly, brings it toward the patch of exposed skin of Ice's chest. "You will provide the coordinates to Earth."

"Like hell we will," Ice says, thrashing uselessly again, and Maverick feels a pang lance him. The Wraith pays Ice no attention, eyes steady on Maverick.

"You will provide the coordinates. Or I will strip this human of his life force, one year at a time. I will do this slowly. I will make you watch. It will be your fault."

Maverick grinds his back teeth and makes a show of trying to arch forward into his bindings, using the new angle to check where the lead Wraith's two guards are positioned. He notes that they're not watching behind his tree. With that knowledge, Maverick carefully slips the small razor he keeps tucked into the edge of his jacket free, breathing hard as it lightly thumps to the earth before he's able to snatch it up between his fingers a moment later.

"What makes you think reinforcements won't be here before you can do anything?"

The Wraith doesn't answer, simply tilts his head to the side as if sizing up Maverick's bluff, and then lets his hand fall unceremoniously onto Ice's chest. The scream is immediate, and Maverick, forgetting himself, forgetting the idea of freedom, flails his legs and strains in reaction. It's over in less than five seconds, but it doesn't matter. Ice is panting; there's a stamp of red in the shape of the Wraiths palm slits blistering his skin.

"You bastard," Maverick growls, unconsciously holding the razor in his hidden hand tighter, cutting his palm and recentering him at the same time.

"The coordinates. Your remaining team members are being handled as we speak. Attempting to stall me will not aid you, only prolonging your scientist's suffering. Perhaps he can suffer the loss of five years, but more? Would you have him discover this?"

Fuck. Hell. Maverick is going to vomit, and then he's going to carve himself free, and then he's going to kill all of these lifeforce-sucking, vampire assholes.

"Don't- don't you give them anything," Ice wheezes, panting around the pain that's no doubt lingering. "I can take it."

And Maverick, as much as it makes him sick, nods in agreement.

They reach five years gone (assuming the Wraith isn't lying, skimming more off the top), and Maverick can feel that he's only one more careful draw of his hidden weapon from being loose enough to break from the ropes. Ice has screamed himself raw, and he's sweating up a storm, hair flat and damp against his head, limbs shaking so hard that Maverick can see it even at their current distance from one another.

He's reading himself, coiling his muscles in preparation to spring, when from the edge of the small clearing they've been brought to, Maverick catches the faintest hint of movement. For a split second, he's sure it's the other Wraiths trolling around, only, a moment later, just as slowly, he sees the tips of two fingers rise above the topmost leaves of the bush that had shivered. It's an indicator Maverick knows well, and for the first time in the thirty minutes he and Ice have been trapped, he's relieved.

The maskless Wraith draws close to Ice again, and Maverick watches with anguish as the blond tries to press himself back against the tree as far as he can to escape. The look of terror on Ice's face (still mixed with the steadfast determination and rage that attracted Maverick to him in the first place) makes Maverick's decision for him.

"When I get this fucking rope off me, I'm killing you first," Maverick says, and the edge in his voice must be sufficiently sharp because the Wraith pauses for just long enough, turning to gloat or posture. It's the few seconds Maverick needs.

Uncaring of hurting himself, Maverick wrenches his razor back, and with a satisfying snap, the bindings keeping him locked to the tree break, and he's off the ground just as a shot from the treeline takes down the guard on his left. Instinct guides Maverick's movements, and in less than a second, he's scooped up the downed Wraith's stunner pistol and has it aimed at the leader's chest. He squeezes the trigger before he makes the conscious choice to do so, and just in time- the bastard had whirled back on Ice, ready to suck him dry.

Instead, the blast from the stunner hits, and Maverick follows it up with two more, stepping closer with each discharge until he's practically on top of the alien. Only the arrival of the rest of the team and Ice's labored breathing eases some of the red haze from Maverick's vision and reminds him that his priority isn't the now unconscious Wraith but Ice.

Getting him freed with one hand is challenging, the meat of his palm notably stinging from two deep gashes that hadn't been important moments before. Still, Maverick manages it, catching Ice around the waist and easing him to his knees once the restraints fall away.

He's still shaking, his mouth pale and bloodless, his chest red and bleeding from where the Wraith had touched him. Maverick notes, with a stab of guilt so strong it threatens to double him over, that the very edges of Ice's temple are peppered with streaks of silver-gray hairs.

"Mav..." Ice's voice is weak, but it forces Maverick's attention again to where it needs to be.

"Hey, don't talk," he gentles, getting one arm beneath Ice's to bring them slowly back to standing, "I've got you."

From around them, Maverick hears Slider calling in for a Puddle Jumper and extraction and watches with a dangerous kind of satisfaction as Goose and Hollywood level their rifles point blank against the Wraiths, just waiting for the excuse.

"T-told you I could take it." Ice's smirk is wobbly at best and not in the least bit reassuring, but Maverick forces himself to grin even as he bites the inside of his cheek bloody.

"Yeah, you did."

And Maverick is damn sure that it'll be over his dead body if Ice is ever in the position to have to do it again.

Ficlet Bingo! (Still Squares Left!)

[hufflepuff-16]

To the One I love the most >゜)))彡

Chapter One - The Taste of Jealousy

Hermione Granger x OC (enemies to friends to lovers) ( 〃▽〃)

Summary: Returning to hogwarts was difficult for the brightest witch of our age. She wanted this year to be the perfect year it would be if it wasn't for her. Hermione Granger hated Holly Sallow for many petty reasons, but when she lashes out at Holly, she feels immense guilt.

Warnings: angst, OOC Hermione (don't worry, she gets better), crying, guilt.

A/n: Sorry, I've been absent, I have been doing some volunteering work. Here is the first chapter of my new series!

Thank you so much for twenty-one followers, I know this series won't be as popular as my other works, but I don't care. This has been an idea of mine for years!

Prologue

Link to my Masterlist

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Hermione holds the book to her chest as she hurries down the halls of Hogwarts. She ends up bumping into a hufflepuff girl accidentally and says,

"Uh, my sorr- Oh, it's you"

She says with a certain resentment and disappointment when she realizes it's none other than Holly Sallow.

Hermione had never liked Holly, something about her annoyed Hermione. Was it her perfectly cut Bob, her blemish free face, her compassion to slytherins even though she is a hufflepuff or maybe it's the fact that she had gotten all Outstanding in her O.W.Ls and had beaten her in getting the place of head girl, leaving Hermione as deputy, nope definitely not the latter.

Hermione glared at the Hufflepuff girl as if offended by her existence.

"Um, hello Hermione, how has your day been?" said Holly, confused but polite nonetheless.

Her eyes narrow, not even looking at the hufflepuff, still holding the book to her chest, looking as if she's a pile of dirt she just stepped in.

"My day was good before I ran into you thing."

She says as she turns her back and runs away before Holly can even utter a word.

"Rude....." Holly mutters under her breath as she sees Hermione run away. She had been very patient with Hermione, but you felt like her Hufflepuff patience was running out.

After making a stop at the library to return a book she borrowed, Holly makes her way back to her dorm room.

She found Hermione sitting in their shared dorm, reading a book on the sofa

"Hello Hermione," she says, not bothering if Hermione answers are not, Holly makes her way over to the chest table, which has an unlit candle , using a quick spell she lights the candle. She loved scented candles. Something about them is just so lovely.

Hermione doesn't even look up at her, glaring over the top of her book. Her arms are crossed, and she glares at Holly like she committed a crime.

"What.....do you want?" She grumbled.

"I... just said hello. There's no need to get so defensive!" Holly replied, raising her hand in mock defence.

Now Hermione glares at her even harder and looks at Holly like she's an insane person.

"Really? Really?! I mean, you've been pestering me since the start of the year, you were the reason I didn't get head girl, and just a little while ago, you were standing in my way like a wall! And you're wondering why I'm getting so 'defensive' with you?!"

Holly had now lost her patience. How dare she! She was the one who bumped into her! And has been non-stop rude to her this whole time!

"Oh, shut up, Hermione, it's OK if you didn't get head girl, you're still one of the saviours of the wizarding world, YOU HELPED DEFEAT BLOODY VOLDERMORT!"

Hermione looked shocked that Holly dared speak up to her, but not offended or anything, she looked shocked. She glares at the hufflepuff and says:

"Shut up? Shut up? SHUT UP?! Really? Really? Are you really going to talk back at me? After all that, you're going to yell at ME?"

Hermione stands up, now staring at Holly as if she's going to kill or something. She's so mad that she's not even thinking straight.

Holly rolls her eyes at Hermione's childish attitude and ignores her, making your way into her room and slaming the door, placing a complex locking charm on the door. Turns out the brightest witch of our age is a snobby little bitch.

Hermione stands there for a moment in complete disbelief, but then she shakes herself out of it and runs over to Holly's door. She then begins banging on your door with full force, yelling and screaming,

"THAT DOES IT!!! COME BACK HERE AND FACE ME!!!"

Holly began to quietly sob, Hermione Granger was truly not a nice person. She was supposed to be the brightest witch of our age. Why was she so rude? Holly continues to ignore Hermione as tears fall down her eyes. She lies on her bed with a pillow over her head to block out the noise.

Hermione hears the quiet sobs and feels a wave of guilt. She didn't like this version of herself, not one bit. She takes a deep breath, sighs, and whispers to herself:

"I'm sorry for yelling. I got upset, but that doesn't excuse that kind of behaviour."

She waited for a response, but none came, so she said louder this time,

"I'm sorry for getting mad at you. Please forgive me"

Hermione goes to her room and leaves Holly alone finally.

Hermione sits in her room, feeling horrible about herself. She looks over at her books and thinks to herself,

"What have I become?"

Hermione goes over to her bookcase then. She takes out A History of Magic, turns to a page on the first wizarding war, and begins to cry.

"It wasn't supposed to go this way. I just wanted this year to be a year of peace,"

The End

[the-dist-ortionist]

Quick drawing of my least favourite woman ever‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[rebeccadunne]

Colmcille the Scribe

My hand is cramped from penwork. My quill has a tapered point. Its bird-mouth issues a blue-dark Beetle-sparkle of ink.

Wisdom keeps welling in streams From my fine-drawn sallow hand: Riverrun on the vellum Of ink from green-skinned holly.

My small runny pen keeps going Through books, through thick and think, To enrich the scholars' holdings - Penwork that cramps my hand.

from the Irish, 11th century, translated by Seamus Heaney

[bccksmarts]

❧ 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 ☙

➤ @witchshe asked: 47﹕ sender is found sobbing by receiver >:)

  The witch stopped in her movements, an abrupt halt. Her arms, that were holding up a bunch of books, tensed quickly, the books soon dropping from her hold was she rushed to her friend's side, arms wrapping around her. She ignored the clatter, the bang the texts made as they hit the floor, that wasn't important right now. Her friend needed her, and by Merlin's name, she'd be here. ❝Holly—❞ Her voice came, soft, gentle but also rushed and full of concern.

  She tried to look around the room, attempting to deduce the reasoning of her tears. She might've read too many Sherlock Holmes novels, but she was very capable of the possibility of getting the facts. Eyes flicking left and right, amber flecks causing her eyes to look brighter than they were, especially if you looked at her close enough. Did someone cause it? If so, who? A boy? Could be. Or it could've been Parkinson, running her stupid, Pug face mouth.

  Her teeth grit as she rubbed her friend's back soothingly, trying her best to get her to peer at her through her wet eyelashes. ❝...Holly?❞ Hermione whispered, ❝What's wrong? Can you tell me?❞ Her questions came, trying not to sound forceful of any kind. She needed to know. And if there was a who... ❝Was it Parkinson? Sallow?❞ Sallow being Sebastian—she knew Holly was quite taken with him, Merlin knows as to why. Slytherins made her stomach churn, and one in particular made her eyes roll but her cheeks red, but again, not important right now. ❝...Whatever it is... You can tell me.❞

[tw0heads]

@witchshe . 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 : ❛  i think i’m in love.  ❜ @ anne

it didn't have to be voiced by either party for it to be known that holly wood and sebastian sallow were in love. anne had known it from the first time sebastian had brought the woman back to the little once-known getaway in feldcroft. there were times where anne would question if it were for the best that the two of them had met, she could tell without knowing much about holly that she was a powerful, determined witch... despite not sharing the same house as herself or her brother.

❛  .. i know.  ❜ it wasn't meant to sound dismissive, even if that was the way it came out. a genuine smile tugs at the girls lips, and she bows her head. ❛ ... for what it's worth, i think he's in love, too. i can't say i've ever seen him act the way he has around another girl before.  ❜

[sallowhillshq]

.✾. ═  welcome to sallow hills.  enjoy your stay.

i see we have a new member to our town.  welcome, welcome  JUDE DUARTE.  we truly hope you enjoy your stay.  please feel free to head over to bevin & cecil’s until you’re settled.   i know it might be difficult right now and you might be missing your home.

══ snow, we’re so excited to have your newest muse in sallow hills!  you can re-find the welcome package in the source link & if you are using side blogs, make sure we know where your character is going.

╔═.✾. ═  LOG *** :  jude duarte  |  ciswoman, she / her  |  23 years old. 

Just spotted JUDE DUARTE around town.  Our records show that they remember [EVERYTHING] from their source : the cruel prince by holly black (canon) .   They were first spotted in month year [JAN 2023] and our best guess is that their last memory is/would be walking along the isle of Insear with her husband, Cardan.  Archivists watching them state that they still have the threatening gaze that could kill a man , untouchable determination , hauntingly mortal beauty , air of a queen vibe about them. 

━  from Armes E. Sallow’s  personal archives. ═.✾. ═╝ ↳・゜natalia castellar .  ↳・゜snow (she/they). 23. central. 

↳・゜jude was in the midst of her queendom over elfhame alongside cardan greenbriar when she found herself in sallow hills. new worlds are nothing new to her, having started her life in the mortal realm and ending up in faerie (to put it shortly), but mortal concepts are hard to wrap her head around sometimes, as she grew up with the folk. she is very strong willed, does not trust, and can be kind but is mostly full of anger and political scheming.